A/N: Hello there again! Thanks so much for puttin' my story in your favorite ones, it's awesome to know somebody is actually readin'
But again, I'll annoy you to review, because that would help me a lot, if you guys tell me how the story is going, so I don't mess up
Anyway, a warning, note, or whatever for this chapter. It's "Changing Channels", but I cahnged a few things, like the CSI miami parody, I made a Criminal Minds parody. Don't get me wrong, I'm a bigCriminal Minds fan, seriously, but talking with a friend I realized how fun could be for Sam to play Reid, so I changed it. If you don't like it, here's the warning so you can skip that part.
So, the songs for this chapter are.
Pretty Woman by the King of Rock and Roll, Elvis Presley
Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode
THanks for reading. The next chapter is already done, so if it's not so much to ask, could you please review? Please? Pretty please? There will be some Dean-Danielle action in the next chapter... and it will be up sooner if you review... :)
Love, Maggie
-What are you watchin'?- Danielle asked as she came out of the bathroom, dressed in her normal clothes.
-It's a, hospital show- Dean answered, his eyes not moving from the TV, Dr. Sexy M.D. I think it's based in a book- he said. Danielle took a look at the screen, and saw two people making out, she shrugged, and walked over to the table, where Sam was.
It'd been about a month since the whole "back to the future" thing, and they'd been hunting nonstop ever since. They had a pagan god case, and then a semi-demon child. Oh, yes, and, after that, Dean lost a poker game with a witch and was a nice little old man, Danielle still teased him about it. Luckily for them, well, him, Sam re-won his years for him, and now things were back to normal, kinda.
-Found anythin'?- she asked Sam, who shook his head in denial
-No, this says it was a bear attack- he replied, referring to the strange death they were investigating in town
-And you don't believe it because…?-
-Because whatever it was, chased Randolph through the woods, tore his door apart, went up the stairs to his room…-
-Okay, okay, I get it- she said- mind if I miss this one? I'm kinda tired-
-No problem- Sam told her and smiled, grabbing his suit jacket- Ready Dean?-
-Yeah- Dean murmured and got ready to leave- be careful- he told Danielle, who rolled her eyes at him
-Sir, yes, sir!- she mocked with a military salute and smiled. Dean smirked at her and they took off, leaving her alone in the room.
Although they had time to figure things out, they didn't. Danielle and Dean's relationship was better, but not the best. They still had issues, and, she didn't know when the hell she was finally going to spill the beans. She knew she had to, but, it was hard for her, because telling the whole story to Dean would be different than telling Sam. She didn't feel as strongly towards Sam, and if he decided to run off, screaming she was nuts, she could handle it, but not Dean. She couldn't even think about his rejection, it hurt her.
"And hell, haven't I been through enough already?" she thought and sighed. Maybe it was worth it, or maybe she'd lose him for good, and, that wasn't an option. She had to do something. But what?
Danielle decided to go clean her guns to keep safe, and then arranged a few things with Anthony over the phone. Actually, she called him and put on the speaker, so she was cleaning the guns and taking at the same time. Practical woman she was. She had to settle things for that calendar they offered her to do. She had take nit, after asking the guys their opinions and they said they were gonna need all the money they could get. And that job was well paid for her, since they wanted her specifically; she had an advantage at negotiating the pay.
After almost an hour, all her guns were clean and ready to shoot, and she had arranged everything with Anthony. It was going to be Andrea's designs she was going to wear, and she was glad they still were on good terms after what happened. She totally abandoned her in that party a month ago, but Andrea let it go, took it in the same easy going manner she always loved. So, now they were back in business, for a while at least. It was going to take a few days to finish the job she was in with the Winchesters, and after that, they were going to California. Yes, they. Dean and Sam insisted in joining her, and she thought it was going to be an interesting trip.
When the guys returned, she was lying on the bed, watching TV. Not really watching as channel surfing for something good. There was nothing.
-Hey- she greeted them, sitting on the bed as they came in
-Hi- Sam replied and closed the door behind him- we've got news-
-Shoot- she said, listening carefully
-I checked the guy's house- Sam told her while Dean went to grab a sandwich from the fridge- and, there is a 8 feet tall hole where the front door used to be-
-Right…- Danielle nodded like he was saying an alien was in the room, non important and she didn't care, she wanted to get to the good stuff.
-Like a…-
-A Hulk size hole- Dean completed and she chuckled, but noticing they were serious, she sobered up
-Really? Hulk?-
-Maybe- Sam answered
-But- Dean said- it turns out, Bill Randolph had a bad temper- he took Sam's lap top, which was on the table, and read- he had two charges for aggression, bar rolls, and had a court order to assist to anger control sessions-
-So…- she stood up and walked over to Dean
-You may say you wouldn't like him when he's angry- Dean joked but looked serious
-So… Hot-tempered getting' killed by TV hot-tempered- Sam said- kinda sounds like he deserved it, doesn't it?- he scoffed and Danielle looked at him confused- it all is starting to make sense-
-What? How is startin' to make sense?-Danielle inquired, tilting her head in a childish gesture
-Well, I found somethin' in the crime scene- Sam told them, taking a candy paper from his pocket
-Hey! You know I love those!- Danielle scolded him and frowned
-These aren't mine- he said in a condescend tone
-Just desserts- Dean murmured, and then added loudly- sweets, messin' with people before killin' them-
-Uh?- she wasn't getting it, and, she didn't have a vision to lead us there, they found it in the newspaper, so, she was lost
-We're dealin' with a Trickster, aren't we?- Dean asked Sam and Danielle's eyes widened in surprise
-Sure looks like- Sam muttered
-Good- Dean spoke- I've been waitin' to gank that motherfucker since "Mystery Spot"- Danielle looked at them obviously confused, but they ignored her, so she just decided to wait till she heard them say something important
-You sure?- Sam questioned
-Yeah, I'm sure-
-No, I mean, are you sure you wanna kill him?-
-Son of a bitch didn't think twice about icing me!- he replied and that caught Danielle's attention. If that creature, whatever it was, tried to kill Dean, he was going to pay. It'd be the same if it were Sam, but, killing Dean? Was a major offense in her book.
-I know, I'm just sayin'..-
-What are you sayin'?- Dean asked, and Danielle stood in between them, preventing a fight to explode- if you don't wanna kill it then what?-
-Talk to him- Sam suggested softly
-What?- Both Danielle and Dean inquired
-Look, think about it- he said- he's one of the most powerful creatures we've ever met. Maybe we can use him-
-For what?- Dean questioned, but Danielle remained silent. She knew what Sam was trying to do.
-He wants to use the Trickster to stop the Apocalypse- She said and Dean looked at her like she was nuts, then realized she wasn't the one thinking that and turned to his brother
-Look ,the Trickster is like a Huge Hefner, right? Wine, woman and music. So, maybe he doesn't want the party to end- Sam defended- maybe he hates this "angels and demons" shit as much as we do. Maybe he'll help us-
-You're serious?- Dean inquired
-Yeah-
-Ally with the Trickster?-
-Yeah…- She was about to ask if that was wise, but she didn't have to
-A bloody, violent monster and you wanna be Facebook friends with him?- he retorted- Nice, Sammy-
-The world is gonna end, Dean, I'm just sayin' it's worth the shot, that's all. If it doesn't work, we kill him-
Dean was silent for a second and then he sighed
-How are we gonna find the guy anyway?- he asked
-Well, it never takes just one victim, right? He'll show- Sam seemed way too optimistic about that, and it made Danielle uncomfortable.
She knew Sam felt guilty, and, to be honest, no wonder, but he was acting desperate now, and Sam being desperate was never a good thing. She met him when he was in the worst shape ever, emotionally torn and messed up, but he still had control, and nothing to lose. Now, they have a mission, and the three of them have a lot at stake, and it bothered the hell out of her, because she couldn't just lose them, any of them.
-Wanna help with the stakes?- Dean asked her, making her snap from her own thoughts. She nodded and went to sit next to him on the bed, while Sam sat by the table, listening to a police radio for more news.
Danielle started to sharpen the wooden stake to kill the Trickster and they were all in silence. She hated it, but didn't know what else to say. Things were pretty fucked up, and, there was no time to relax and think about it, hell no. She still was wondering about telling Dean the truth, but sincerely, she didn't have the courage.
"I've got a possible 187" the radio sounded "at the old fabric on route 6"
-Hey, guys- Sam called and they both listened carefully
"I can't even describe what I'm looking" the cop was saying to another cop it seemed "just, send everybody! "
-Okay, that sounds weird- Dean said
-Weird enough to be our guy?- Sam shot back
-It's worth the shot, c'mon- Danielle got up and walked out to load the stakes on the Impala. She carried her personal .22, always. And after everything was set, they took off to find themselves a Trickster.
When they arrived to the old factory and got out of the car, Danielle said
-There was a murder here. And there're not police cars, nobody- she followed Sam and Dean as they went to grab the weapons from the trunk of the Impala- how does it look to you?-
-Creepy- Sam answered, making Danielle smirked. Dean took the stakes they had previously sharpened, and gave each of them one, and a flashlight.
-Let's do this- He murmured and looked at Danielle- you, stay close-
-Yes, granddaddy- she mocked him
-I'll never hear the end of it, won't I?- he replied, shaking his head
-Guys…-
-Sorry, let's go- they went inside the factory, that honestly, looked totally creepy, abandoned, because it was, and, plain wrong. Danielle got a bad feeling, like she often did, but no visions.
Dean opened a door with the number 4 painted in it, and, when they stepped in, Danielle gasped in shock. She was dressed like a nurse, while the guys were dressed like doctors, and, everything pointed to believe they were in a hospital.
-What the hell?- Dean exclaimed. Danielle looked at them shocked, a funny expression on her face. Right then, two nurses walked pass, giving Sam a knowing glance.
-Doctor- one of them greeted, then the other
-Doctor- she smiled at both of them, causing Danielle to glared at her
-Doctor?- Sam inquired, frowning. Dean reached for the door behind them, and opened it, revealing a couple making out in a janitor closet.
The three of them looked at each other, confused. Slowly, they started walking, until a nurse reached Sam and slapped him in the face
-Ow!- Sam complained, grabbing his face in pain
-Seriously?- the nurse asked him
-Seriously what?-
-Seriously, you're brilliant, you know that?- Danielle and Dean raised their eyebrows and stared at the scene in front of them- and a coward- the nurse added- you're a brilliant coward-
-Uh, what are you talking about?- Sam inquired and the lady slapped him again, making Danielle chuckled once
-As if you don't know- the nurse replied and left.
-I don't believe this- Dean commented
-Which part?-
-That was Doctor Piccolo- he said
"Doctor, uh?" Danielle thought "She looked like a nurse…" she shook her head, realizing that was not important
-Doctor Ellen Piccolo- Dean was saying while he walked away from them- Sexy, though serious doctor…- he stopped when he reached the lobby- of the Seattle Mercy Hospital!- he ended the sentence with a hand gesture indicating the name of the place. Sam walked to him and faced him directly
-Uh, Dean- he began- what the hell are you talking about?-
-The doctors getups, the sexy interns, the "seriously". It all makes sense-
-What makes sense, what's going on?- Sam asked. Danielle was standing next to Sam, listening carefully. A couple of male doctors passed by, checking her out and she moved a little closer to Sam, watching them warily
-We're in Dr. Sex M.D- Dean told them
-Dude, what the hell?- Danielle questioned- we're in a TV show? A bad TV show as it is…-
-I don't know- Sam said
-No, seriously, what the hell?-
-I don't know-
-One theory, any theory- she begged- c'mon, lil' guy! You're the brainiac-
-The Trickster trapped us in "TV land"- he suggested
-That's your theory?- Dean interrupted- that's stupid-
-You're the one who said we're in "Dr. Sexy M.D"- Sam retorted
-Yeah, but TV land isn't TV land. I mean there're actors and lights and producers, you know?-
-This looks pretty real- Danielle agreed
-It can't be- Sam muttered- Guys, how can it possibly be real? –
-I don't know, alright?- a woman passed them and Dean followed her with his eyes- and that's Doctor Wang, the sexy but arrogant heart surgeon- he looked further ahead, and Danielle too, she was curious as to what he was staring- And that's Johnny Drake- he said- he pointed to a guy sitting on a hospital bed- but he's not even alive, he's a ghost in the mind of…- another woman entered the room and he nodded-of her. The sexy but neurotic doctor over there-
-Okay, I get it, they're all sexy, shut up- Danielle snapped lightly
-So, this show has ghosts?- Sam inquired, ignoring her-Why?-
-I don't know- Dean answered- it is compelling-
-I thought you said you weren't a fan- Danielle joked
-I'm not- he looked at her and she smirked- I'm not!- he turned around, trying to avoid her gaze and froze
-Oh, boy- he exclaimed
-What?-
-It's him-
-Who?- Danielle moved so she could see what Dean was seeing. A man, long hair, pretty good looking was walking towards them in a white coat. "Another sexy doctor" she thought sarcastically. Dean turned to Sam and her with his eyes wide open
-It's him- he told them- it's Doctor Sexy- the man approached them and smiled flirtingly at Danielle, who backed away a little. She didn't feel comfortable in her sexy nurse clothes, it was too fit for her, and that was saying something. He then looked at Dean
-Doctor- he greeted. Dean smiled like a 12 year old meeting Justin Timberlake and lowered his gaze
-Doctor- he replied. "Doctor Sexy" turned to Sam and greeted him in the same way
-Doctor- Sam stood there, not answering, till Dean hit him in the leg
-Doctor- he said, nodding. "Doctor Sexy" turned to Dean again
-You wanna give me on good reason why you defied my direct order to do the experimental face transplant on Mrs. Beale?- he asked and Danielle raised her eyebrows, amused. Dean looked at them, nervous
-One reason?- he inquired. "Doctor Sexy" nodded-Sure- he smiled and looked down, noticing that the doctor was wearing tennis shoes.
-You're not doctor Sexy- he said, pushing him against the wall
-You're crazy- The man answered, while Danielle and Sam watched
-Really? Because I'd swear that part of what makes Doctor Sexy, sexy is the fact that he wears cowboy boots- Danielle snorted at Dean's knowledge of the man's fashion as he continued- not tennis shoes-
-Yeah, you're not a fan- Sam commented
-TV freak- Danielle coughed
-It's a guilty pleasure- Dean replied
-Call security- "Doctor Sexy" said
-Yeah, go ahead pal. You see, we know what you are- Dean told him and Danielle shivered as she felt a sudden wave of power, and everything went quiet after that. The people there wasn't moving, and the man behind Dean's hands turned into a shorter, blonde guy
-You guys are getting' better!- he said, chuckling. He then moved so he could see Danielle-Nice to meet you, sweetheart- he greeted
-Get us the hell outta here- She commanded
-Or what?- The Trickster asked- I don't see wooden stakes- he said, gripping Dean's arm and moving away from him-
-It was you in the police scanner, right?- Sam inquired- it was all a trick-
-Helloooo?- the guy pointed to his face- Trickster?- he laughed- C'mon! I heard you three were in town and you brought on the big ammo- he grinned at Danielle, well, at an specifically part of her anatomy, but she remained still- how could I resist?- he wiggled his eyebrows like a cartoon and Danielle snorted
-Where the hell are we?- Dean asked
-Like it?- The Trickster inquired, walking away a little- it's all home made. My own set, my own actors- he turned back to them- call it my own little play box-
-How do we get out?- Dean questioned
-That my friend- said the Trickster, smiling- it the 64 dollar question-
-Whatever- Danielle rolled her eyes
-Look, we just, we need to talk to you- Sam interrupted her- we need your help-
-Mmm-mmm- The Trickster nodded- let me guess. You two knuckleheads broke the world and you want me to clean up your mess-
-Please. Just five minutes, hear us out-
-Sure- the Trickster spoke condescendingly- tell you what. You three survive the next 24 hours here, and send me the beauty later to have some fun, and then we'll talk-
-Screw you- Danielle snapped, and Dean was about to
-Survive what?- Sam asked before either Dean or Danielle kill the Trickster
-The game!- he answered in an obvious voice
-What game?-
-You're in it-
-How do we play?- Dean inquired
-You're playin' it-
-What are the rules?- Danielle asked and the Trickster wiggled his eyebrows at her, again, and then disappeared
-Son of a bitch!- Dean said.
-C'mon, let's try and get out of here- Danielle told him, as they started to walk around the hospital again
-And by the way, talkin' with monsters, hell of a plan- Dean told Sam sarcastically
-Shut up, not helpin'- Danielle snapped- so, what do we do know?-
-You know what I'm doing? Leaving- Dean replied and then, the doctor from before, the one who slapped Sam tried to do it again
-Lady, what the hell?- Sam asked her, tired of the slapping thing
-You're brilliant, brilliant-
-Yeah, and a coward, you already said that- Sam retorted- but I've got news for you. I am not a doctor-
-Don't say that- the woman told him with a gasp, making Danielle roll her eyes- you're the best brain vascular surgeon I have ever met. And I've met plenty- Danielle looked at Dean, her eyebrows raised in a sarcastic gesture, but the lady kept talking
-So that girl died on your table. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anybody's fault. Sometimes people just die- Sam nodded like he understood but then said
-I have no idea what you're sayin' to me-
-You're afraid- the woman replied and Danielle sighed in annoyance- you're afraid to operating again, and you're afraid to love- Danielle saw as the girl practically ran off like a cheerleader in prom, and looked at Sam knowingly
-Yeah, we're getting' out of here-
-Thanks- she replied sarcastically. They started walking again, but only took a few steps before they were interrupted again
-Hey, doctor- a man called
-Yes?- Dean asked
-My wife needs that face transplant-
-Okay- Dean spoke- you know what, pal? None of this is real, okay? And your wife doesn't need jack squat, okay?- Dean turned around and walked away, while Danielle and Sam followed
-Hey doctor- the man called and shot Dean on the back
-You son of a bitch!- Danielle hissed and grabbed Dean as he fell to the floor
-Real, it's real!- Dean said, gasping
-No, no- Sam shook his head as he tried to help Dean up- no, no, no, no, no. Hey, we need a doctor here!-
-You're a freakin' doctor!- Danielle yelled at him- c'mon, we need to get him to surgery-
-What?-
-Just, c'mon- she couldn't explain why she was acting that way, but something told her that they had to play along the Trickster's game, and that was exactly what she was doing, in order to save Dean
Once in the surgery room, Dean was lying on the hospital bed, while Sam was supposed to be operating him. Instead, he was looking down at his hurt back like it was going to bite him
-Sam, c'mon!- Danielle urged, giving him a scalpel and nodding seriously. He shook his head at her
-Sam, do somethin', c'mon!- Dean said
-I don't know how to use any of this shit- He muttered to Dean and Danielle
-Figure it out!- they both replied in unison, making him grimace in annoyance
-Sam!- Danielle hissed. He looked at her and nodded, trying to clear his mind
-Okay, I, um…I need a… pocket knife, floss, sewing needle and a fit of whisky-
-What?- Danielle inquired, staring at him shocked
-Now!- he replied
-Hey! Watch your tone with me, lil' guy!- she scolded- Now, move it ladies!- She ordered the other nurses as she took Dean's hand and crouched to look at him face to face
-We're gonna save you, okay? Just, trust the idjit- she smiled, using Bobby's word and Dean grimaced in pain- Sam, c'mon!- she hurried and when they got him what he asked for, he started to work
-We're okay, how's it look?- Dean asked Danielle, who was still crouching next to him
-Yeah, you'll be fine- she said reassuringly.
Suddenly, she began to feel the floor shaking, and her eyes widened in shock
-What the…?- she murmured but didn't have time to react as she was standing in front of a crowd of people, dressed in a tight red tank top, and a short leather skirt, with white high boots and devil horns.
"Ugh! Devil horns? I look like a whore" she thought to herself and looked around. She tried not to giggle as she saw Sam and Dean on some kind of scenery, their feet gripped to the floor, and a very dangerous looking stick dangerously close to their happy places.
-Oh, no- she gasped, chuckling, as she realized where they were now. She had the best place, she was sure, since she wasn't going to be hit on the jewels by some hard plastic ball. Nor that she could be hit in the jewels, but, anyway.
-Let's play, nutcracker!- the Japanese host shouted enthusiastically. The guys looked freaked as she stood there, watching, and holding some kind of publicity image. She smiled at Dean as she saw his eyes searching the place, and falling on her, finally. He smirked for a second, before she raised her eyebrows playfully, eyeing the stick with the yellow ball meaningfully
Dean's eyes widened in shock and fear as he thought about the purpose of that thing. The host turned first to Sam
-Sam Winchester…- he said, and then began talking in Japanese, so neither Danielle, nor Dean, or Sam understood a thing. What the host was saying sounded like a question
-Count down- he said and the digital chronometer began to lower its numbers
-What? Uh…- Sam muttered- What am I supposed to say?- he asked Dean
-You think I know?- Dean replied
-I, I, I don't understand Japanese- he told the host, who repeated the question for him. That was no use, though.
-Is he screwing with me?- Sam asked Dean and turned to the host- I don't know how to speak Japanese!-
Just as he said that, a cornet rang next to Danielle, making her jump. She noticed that almost all her tattoos could be seen and cursed the Trickster under her breath. She didn't like to feel exposed, and that way, she was feeling exposed, and she looked like a freaking convention whore.
-Damn creature- she hissed, but was distracted by the host again
-I'm sorry, Sam Winchester- he said
-You sorry? You sorry for what?- Sam inquired freaking out- Dean?- His brother shrugged as the stick with the ball hit Sam on his balls, ha, check the irony, and Danielle and Dean covered their mouth in shock
-Whoa! Nutcracker!- the host shouted as Sam's eyes were almost jumping out of their sockets.
-Sam?- Danielle asked, as she walked a little closer to him. The other girl was with the host, so she had to take the chance-You okay?- He looked at her like he was anything but okay, and she turned to Dean, who seemed to be realizing that what happened to his brother, was going to happen to him.
A funny noise began to sound, making Danielle backed away a bit
-Now what?- she asked, tired. She saw Castiel entering the stage
-Cass?- Dean inquired
-Is this another trick?- Sam questioned
-It's me- Castiel answered- what are you doing here?-
-Us? What you're doin' here?-
-Looking for you, you've been missing for days-
-Well, get us the hell outta here then!- Sam told him
-Let's go- Castiel reached for them, but, just like that, he disappeared, like the Trickster had done before
-Cass?- Dean asked
-No, no, no, no- the host told them-Mr. Trickster does not like pretty boy angel- he then added something in Japanese none of them catch, and Danielle began to walked away again, not willing to be near Dean when they hit him
-Dean Winchester…- the host called and asked his question, then he said- count down!- with a hand gesture
-What do I do? What do I do?- Dean asked panicked- I don't wanna be hit in the balls!-
-I don't know, um, just, a…wait!-
-What?-
-I played a doctor!-
-What?-
-I played a doctor, in Dr, Sexy M.D. I played a doctor-
-So?-
-So, the Trickster wants you to plain this role- Danielle interrupted him- Just answer the question-
-In Japanese?-
-Yes! C'mon!-
-I don't know Japanese!-
-Try!-
-Damn it!- he hissed and pressed the red button on the lectern he was tied to- The digital chronometer stopped right in 0, as Danielle let out a sigh. The host looked at Dean expectantly. Dean spoke a few words in Japanese, making Danielle's hang open in shock. The host said something else, then he looked at Dean, smiling sickly
-Dean Winchester, nutcracker champion!- he shouted
-How'd you do that?- Sam inquired
-I have no idea- Dean replied smiling
-So, that's it- Sam said- if we play our roles…-
-We survive, yes- Danielle completed- now, prepare, because we're gonna change scenery soon-
-How you…?- but he didn't have time to finish his sentence. They appeared in a sitcom scene, where everything was green, and there was a big sandwich on the table. It looked like a motel room, in fact, it looked like the motel room they were before it all started
-What the hell am I wearin'?- Danielle inquired, looking at herself. She was only on a pair of laced underwear, and, if she was uncomfortable before, that didn't' compare to how she felt now
-Nice outfit- Dean smirked at her and she glared at him
-How long are we gonna keep doin' this?- She asked, hiding behind Sam
-Maybe forever- Sam replied, looking at the audience, that was laughing like he just told the best joke in his life
-Maybe we die here- He added and they laughed even more
-How is that funny?- Dean snapped- Vultures- he hissed
-Dude, I miss my clothes!- Danielle complained and again, the audience laughed- oh, for fuck's sakes!-
-Cass?- Dean asked as Castiel walked through the door- What you're doin' here?-
-I got out-
-Out of where?-
-I don't have time. It's stronger than it should be-
-What? The Trickster?-
-If it is a Trickster-
-What you mean?-
-Well, helloooo!- The Trickster made his appearance and threw Castiel against the wall, then he put tape over his mouth.
-That's the way I like 'em- he said, smirking at Danielle and her lack of clothes
-Okay, man, back off- Dean told him seriously, shielding Danielle with his body, or covering her was a better word. Castiel got up and faced the Trickster, but the most amazing thing of all, was that they all noticed how his blue eyes widened in recognition as he looked at the blond short man
-Hello, Castiel- the Trickster greeted good-naturedly and then he moved his hand, and Castiel was gone.
-Do you know him?- Sam asked and at the same time
-Where did you just send him?- Dean inquired
-Relax- The Trickster said- he'll live- he smiled mischievously- maybe…- the audience laughed again and Danielle hissed
-Well, you know what? I'm done with the monkey dance- Dean told him, walking closer to him and leaving Danielle uncovered again- okay? We get it-
-Yeah? Get what, hotshot?-
-Playin' our roles, is that your game?-
-Half the game-
-What's the other half?- Sam asked, suspicious
-Play your roles, out there- he answered, gesturing with his hands
-What's that supposed to mean?- Dean questioned
-Ya know…- the Trickster said- Sam, starring as Lucifer, Dean, starring as Michael. The celebrity death match! Play your roles!-
-You want us to say "yes" to those sons of bitches?- Sam asked, confused
-Hell yeah!- the Trickster answered- let's light this candle!-
-We do that the world will end- Sam said
-Yeah? And whose fault is that?-
-Hey, shortie, back off- Danielle told him
-Oh, sweetheart, I just getting' started-
-Oh yeah? And with all this, where do you fit in? Heaven or hell?-
-I'm not on either side- he replied
-Yeah right- Dean stepped in- you're either Michael's or Lucifer's bitch, so, who would it be?-
-You listen to me, you arrogant dick- the Trickster said-I don't work for any of those S.O.B, believe me-
-Nah, you're somebody's bitch, alright- Danielle said
- Honey- he told her- you're role is much smaller, but necessary, okay. You've got a lesson to learn. And you two, you're gonna suck it up, and play the roles destiny had chosen for you- he told the guys
-And if we don't?- Sam defied
-Then you stay here in TV land- the Trickster answered- forever- he sighed- 300 channels, and, nothing's on- he snapped his fingers and everything was black for a second.
-Ugh…what the fuck?- Danielle hissed as she took in her surroundings. She was dressed in a long old fashioned skirt, and a white blouse with black high heels. She slowly touched her hair, and groaned at the amount of hair spray there. She looked around, and could've sworn everything was in black and white.
-What the….?-
-Honey, I'm home!- She heard Dean call, walking through the front door of the house they were in. Her eyes were wide open, and he was smiling forcedly. He walked over to her and grinned even more- You forgot? It's family night!- he said enthusiastically. She stared at him in awe, his eyes telling her to play along.
-Um, of course I remember, dear- she replied, smiling too- where's is that nice brother of yours?-she asked, sighing under her breath
-Hello, Dani!- Sam greeted, entering, wearing a gray suit, like he just came back from work. And now that she noticed, Dean was dressed like that too. Suddenly, a baby could be heard crying, and Danielle's eyes shot open in shock
-You better take care of the little Dean, Dani- Sam told her, and she just stood there, froze
-I'll get him, sweetheart- Dean said and walked out of the room.
"Little Dean?" she thought "WHAT THE HELL?"
Slowly, Sam made his way to her
-Dani- he murmured- are you okay?- She looked at him like he was insane for asking that, which honestly, he was. Sam sighed, seeing Danielle's scared and freaked face. Before he could say anything else, Dean returned, holding a little baby in his arms.
-Oh, God…- Danielle gasped as Dean walked over to her and handed him the baby
-Here, honey, he wants his momma- he told her, smiling. Danielle took the baby in her arms, but she felt numb, like she was about to let him fall on the floor. She couldn't understand. They were playing a role she couldn't comprehend. Was that what the Trickster was talking about?
"You're role is much smaller, but necessary, okay. You've got a lesson to learn" she remembered him saying. And, for all that was holy, what the fuck did that mean?
-Danielle, I'm gonna go see if dinner's ready- Dean told her and exited the room again, leaving a very confused Danielle and a disoriented Sam, and a non-existent baby in her arms.
-Dani…- Sam called, gripping her shoulders and guiding her to sit on a couch- focus, please- he said- we need to get out of here, you need to play your role-
-What role?- she snapped, her eyes piercing his, and making the baby whimper softly- Am I supposed to be a 50s housewife?-
-No- Sam replied- I think this goes beyond that-
-How could it possibly?- she asked, frustrated
-Think about it- he muttered while they heard Dean moving around the kitchen- you, Dean- he said- the baby- he looked meaningfully at the boy in her arms, who was now quietly staring at her with green eyes, just like Dean's.
-Jesus Christ!- she gasped
-Aham- Sam nodded, relieved she got the picture
-But…-
-No buts, do now, think later- he said- c'mon, I can't stand this freakin' suit- he stood up from the couch, leaving her sitting there, staring into the baby's eyes.
-Oh God- she murmured again. There was no way that meant what she thought it meant.
"Dean and me?" she thought "together? Seriously? After all that happened? How?" Her mind was going circling the same pattern. She remembered the trip to the future, and future Dean kissing her. The way he kissed her, like she was the only woman on Earth. And later, when the Trickster said what he said, and where he put them? Couldn't be a coincidence. Probably not, but she wished it was. It was pretty disturbing, the fact that a powerful creature, an angel and who know who else were sticking their noses into her and Dean's business.
-Damn things- she cursed and the baby smiled, showing a tiny little teeth. Usually, Danielle wouldn't be a around a baby that long, she didn't know how to handle them, but that baby seemed quiet, and easy to take care of.
"This isn't real" she told herself "I just have to play along, and then we're outta here" She nodded and stood up, careful not to drop the baby.
-Dinner's ready, sweetheart!- Dean called from the dining room. She couldn't believe it. Dean never called her that. She called her "baby", "gorgeous" or Dani, but not sweetheart, or honey. She hated those nicknames, too clichéd, and, normal.
Danielle walked into the dining room, and put the baby on a baby carriage. Dean was sitting on the head of the table, a big chicken waiting to be slashed in front of him. Sam was sitting on his right, with a bowl of smashed potatoes in his hands, and it all looked pretty surreal. Danielle took a seat on Dean's left, the baby next to her, sleeping peacefully, and they after Dean cut the first piece of chicken, they ate.
It was a nice, homey, fifties, set and she hated it. She hated the domesticity, the routine feeling that hung over her head. She dedicated her career to show that style, but she never wanted it for herself, it was more than she could handle. And it drove her nuts just to think about it.
They ate the strange dinner in silence, she was praying to be taken away from there any minute, she couldn't stand that feeling too much longer. When they finished, she got up, cleaned the table while the guys drank a scotch in the living room, and then she put the baby to sleep. She took him upstairs, and laid him down on his crib. The nursery was decorated in light blue and white, with tiny bunnies and bears painted on the walls, and a unicorn on the blanket.
She put the baby down, following what she thought women usually do for that and the little guy kinda sigh in comfort. She couldn't help but smile as he opened his eyes and again, she noticed they were the same as Dean's, like a copy of them, inserted in the baby's face.
-Good night, little one- she whispered, kissing his forehead. Slowly, the baby closed his eyes, and fell asleep quickly. She sat on a rocking chair next to his crib, and, just, sat there, thinking. She was sure that couldn't be their future, at least not with the kid, but maybe, just maybe, they did have a snowball chance to fix things up.
"This is messed up" she thought, sighing. But she knew that if the angels and other creatures wanted them together, they could probably end up together. Because nobody knew better than her that sometimes, you can't avoid the future, no matter how hard you try.
Danielle closed her eyes for a second, and felt like fresh wind blew in her face. She immediately opened her eyes and looked around, alarmed. And, no wonder. She was standing next to Sam and Dean, on a field. It was bright morning, and there were a lot of people around them. She was dressed in black trousers, a white blouse, and ugly looking black shoes. She groaned as she felt her hair hurting the back of her neck for how tight the pony tail she wore was.
She looked around again, and laughed as she saw Sam. He was wearing brown pants, a striped green and white shirt, glasses, and he had his hair combed to a side. But the cherry of the cake? He wore tennis shoes!
-Oh, my God what happened to you?- she asked in a whispered, strangled laughs reverberating though her chest
-Ha ha, hilarious- Sam replied through clenched teeth
-Kids, behave- Dean told them and they both looked at him. He was wearing a dark suit, an expensive looking one too.
-Where are we?- Danielle asked as she took in their surroundings
-Cop show?-
-Yeah, and I'm the boss- Dean said smugly. Before they had time to reply, a black guy came to them, and spoke directly at Dean
-Scotch- he said- what you think? Could it be our guy?- Dean looked like a deer in front of highlights and Danielle found that humorous
-Um… I…- he mumbled
-Let me get another look at it- Danielle stepped in
-No, DD- the guy shook his head in denial- Scotch and Read can take care of it, you, have some vultures to deal with- he told her, pointing to a group of journalist gathering around the crime scene. There was yellow tape around four trees, making a wide circle around the body of the woman laying there and Danielle took the chance to get away from it gladly. She threw a look at Dean and winked at Sam as she walked away to the journalists, swinging her hips and unbuttoning the two first buttons of her blouse.
If there was something she knew how to handle were pathetic looking guys desperate for a juicy piece of meat to sink their teeth on. Figuratively speaking, of course. She looked at the closest one, a dark haired, mid thirties, not ugly, not good looking either, guy.
-DD- He greeted her- long time no see- he smiled flirtingly at her and she kinda grimaced, throwing a glance the boys' way to see how they were doing. Sam was crouching over the body, while Dean was talking to someone else, looked like a CSI guy or something. He pointedly looked at her, and then at a wooden stick lying on the ground to her right. She nodded, understanding, while she tried to play her role.
In the meantime, while Danielle was talking with the idiot looking reporter, Sam was trying to impersonate his character, which he found kinda hard
-He's getting more confident- he was saying to one of the other officers- Sadistic rapists tend to be sexually aroused by fantasies and urges of forcing themselves sexually on their victims. The sexual sadist is aroused by the use of gratuitous violence whereas the preferential rapist is thought not to use greater force than is necessary for victim compliance though the offender's estimate may be highly inaccurate- he continued fast, the officer he was talking to not quiet following him
-What he means is that he's killin' more often, and is getting' cocky- Dean added-he won't stop on his own, these unsub wants attention, desperately. Notice the tape on the eyes of his victims, he wants them to watch as he rapes and kills them- Dean had no idea what did that come from, but, he played along okay. Another officer came, a lollipop on his mouth, and Danielle's eyes narrowed in concentration.
Slowly, she took the wooden stake and excused herself. Dean was talking to the lollipop guy, and he threw her a look and a nod before she stabbed the man across his chest. Dean saw as blood began to slip from the man's mouth, and he didn't change his appearance to match the Trickster's. He frowned, as the guy fell to the floor, Danielle behind him, looking tired.
Sam was nowhere to be see, as another officer approached them, a smirk on his face. He came to stop next to Danielle, laughing, and squeezed her ass once, making her jump and hissed in annoyance.
-You've got the wrong guy, fellas- he said, and his face did change then, his features, height and hair color totally different now.
-Did we?- Dean retorted, pulling Danielle to him by her hand, as Sam appeared behind the Trickster and stabbed him with the wooden stake. It was becoming usual for them to do that lately. Damn Trickster. The guy fell to the ground, dead, as the scene they were in changed completely. They were now back in the old factory where it all started, the Trickster still laying lifeless at their feet. Danielle moved away a little from Dean and checked herself. She was wearing her usual clothes, red long sleeve shirt, black jeans and her favorite boots.
-Oh, thank God- she murmured, relieved
-C'mon, let's get the hell outta here- Dean said, and they followed him out.
Once in the motel, Danielle took the first shower, beating Dean to it. She was exhausted, and the hot water against her skin made her feel a hell of a lot better. It was morning already; they had lost an entire day because of that damn creature.
-Finally!- Dean muttered as Danielle exited the bathroom, a towel around her body and another in her hand, with which she was drying her hair. She stuck her tongue out at him as he entered the bathroom, smirking softly.
Danielle got dressed in a comfortable white shirt and light blue jeans, her boots and a sweater. It was cold outside, and she hated the cold. She put her sturdy jacket on, black and heavy looking but warm.
-Hey, where's Sam?- she inquired, as Dean came to the room
-Don't know- he answered- but I'm worry about what that son of a bitch did to Cass-
-Yeah, me too- Danielle nodded in agreement and finished to tied up her hair- where's your brother, seriously-
-Don't know…-Dean repeated and took out his cell phone, dialing Sam's number.
-Let's go get some breakfast, maybe he went out for coffee, or somethin'- Danielle suggested and Dean nodded. They left the motel, and got into the Impala as Dean ended the conversation he was having with Sam's voicemail
-Didn't answer?- Danielle asked
-No, where the hell could he be?-
-Dean?- they heard Sam's voice nice and clear, but didn't see where it was coming from, he was nowhere around. Danielle and Dean looked around like two paranoid psychos, but Sam wasn't in the car
-Sam?- Dean questioned- where are you?-
-I don't know- Sam replied, and Danielle continued to turn around so she could find Sam. Something caught her eye, and she looked at the table board of the car
-Oh, shit- She murmured, caressing it softly- I don't think we kill the Trickster- she said- and your brother is playin' Knight Rider-
Dean frowned, and started the car, driving to God knew where.
-Okay, so, the stake didn't work- he said after a few miles-So, what? Is this another trick?-
-I don't know- Car Sam answered and the light on the table board flashed- maybe the stake didn't work because he's not a Trickster?- He ventured
-What you mean?- Danielle inquired
-I mean, you heard Cass, he said this thing is too powerful to be a Trickster-
-Yeah, and, you noticed the way he looked at Cass?- Dean asked, looking at Danielle, who nodded in response-almost like he knew him-
-And how pissed he got when you brought up Michael and Lucifer- Sam added. A minute of silence later, Dean spoke
-Son of a bitch!- he exclaimed
-What?- Both Sam and Danielle asked in unison
-I think I know what we're dealin' with- he replied
Danielle jumped out of the Impala, to join Dean outside. It was cold, and she stayed in as long as she could. He had the trunk opened, with her standing close by
-Um, Dean- Sam called- that, um, feels really uncomfortable- Dean rolled his eyes as Danielle chuckled and closed the trunk forcefully
-Ouch…-Sam complained
-Are you sure this is gonna work?- Danielle asked, sitting on the hood of the Impala
-No, but I have no other ideas- he replied. Danielle sighed, and remembered she was sitting on Sam. She jumped from her spot and stood there, looking apologetically at the car
-Sorry- she murmured and then watched Dean
-Okay, you son of a bitch!- he yelled- Uncle?- a pause, and no answer- we'll do it!- another pause, and more nothing
-Should I honk?- Sam asked, making Danielle smile. But the smile was quickly replaced by a grimace as the Trickster showed up
-Wow, Sam- he said, walking to them-Good look with the rims on you!-
-Eat me- Sam simply replied
-Okay guys- The Trickster said, facing them- ready to go quietly?-
-Whoa, whoa, whoa- Dean exclaimed- not so fast. Nobody is going anywhere until Sam has opposable thumbs-
-What's the difference?- The Trickster asked- Satan's gonna ride his ass one way or another- Danielle glared at him, and he rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. She heard the car door opening and turned around to see Sam getting out
-Happy?- the Trickster inquired sarcastically
-Tell me one thing- Danielle said- why didn't the stake kill you?-
-I am the Trickster- he answered cryptically
-Or maybe you're not- Dean commented. Danielle took her favorite lighter, lighted it up, and tossed it on the ground; the holy oil circle Dean made earlier surrounding the Trickster, or, whatever.
-Maybe you've always been an angel- Dean completed his sentence. The Trickster looked at him like he was nuts, and scoffed
-A what?- he asked- somebody spiked "E" on your milkshake, kid?-
- I'll tell you what- he said, ignoring the Trickster's comment- you just jump out of the holy fire, we'll call it our mistake-
The Trickster scoffed some more, but as they kept their faces serious, he sighed, defeated. Danielle grabbed onto Dean's jacket as the scene changed once more, and, again, they were back on the old factory.
"Okay, this guys has a fetish for old things" she thought, standing on her own now. The Trickster clapped his hands together in a sarcastic gesture
-Well played, guys, well played- he looked at them seriously- where did you get the holy fire?-
-We might say we pulled off Sam's ass- Dean replied and Sam threw him a dirty look
-Where did I screw up?- The Trickster/ angel asked
-You didn't- Sam told him- but nobody jumped on Cass like you did-
-Mostly it was the way you talked about the Armageddon- Dean added
-Meaning?-
-Well, call it personal experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they're talkin' about their own family- Danielle said
-So, which on are you? Grumpy, Sneezy or Tushy?- Sam inquired. The Trickster/angel glared at him
-Gabriel, okay?- he replied- they call me Gabriel-
-Gabriel, the archangel?- Danielle asked- Oh, now I understand the baby thing. You just like to give women babies, don't ya?-
-What?- Dean inquired, confused
-I've done my homework- Danielle replied- Archangel Gabriel was the one who told Virgin Mary she was pregnant with Jesus-
-Guilty- he said, smiling- and how do you know that?- he smirked then, looking at her with mischievous eyes- oh, yeah, I forgot! Daddy dearest was a devoted man of the Lord, wasn't he?-
-Shut up- Danielle hissed, getting madder by the second. It was her own fault, for having such a bog fucking mouth and always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. She felt Sam's hand on her back, trying to comfort her, but it didn't help.
-Okay, Gabriel- Dean stepped in, throwing Danielle a concern look. He was going to have a conversation with her later, he could see the way Sam reacted, and again, he felt like the only idiot who didn't know what the hell they were talking about- how does an archangel become a Trickster?-
-My own private witness protection- Gabriel answered-I skipped out of heaven, got a face transplant, and conquered my own little corner of the world, until you two screwed it all up- he looked at the boys when he talked, ignoring Danielle
-And what did Daddy said when you ran out and joined the pagans?- Dean asked
-Daddy doesn't say anything about anything- he replied
-Then what happened?- Danielle questioned, walking in front of Dean, calmer now- why you ditched?-
-Well, you blame him?- Dean retorted- I mean his brothers are heavy weight douche bags-
-Shut your cake hole- Gabriel snapped- you don't know anything about my family. I loved my Father, my brothers. Loved them- he paused a bit- but watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other's throats? I couldn't bear it! Okay!- he shouted- So I left. And now, it's happening all over again-
-Then help us stop it!- Sam said heatedly
-It can't be stopped- Gabriel told him
-You wanna see the end of the world?- Dean questioned
-I want it to be over!- he yelled and Danielle stepped in between him and Dean, her instincts acting on their own to protect Dean even if he didn't need it- I have to sit back and watch my own brothers kill each other, thanks to you two! Hell, heaven, I don't care who wins! I just want it to be over!-
-It doesn't have to be like that- Sam said- there's has to be some way to, to pull the plug! –Gabriel laughed bitterly
-Oh, you do not know my family!- he told him- what you guys call the Apocalypse, I used to call it Sunday dinner. That's why there's no stopping this. Because this isn't about war. It's about two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other. You think you'll be able to relate?- he asked sarcastically
-What you're talkin' about?- Sam inquired, totally clueless. Dean moved Danielle away, kinda shielding her from the argument
-Wow…- Gabriel whistled- you sorry sons of bitches! Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it- he gestured with his hand- Michael, the big brother. Loyal to an absent father. And Lucifer, the little brother- he looked at Sam and Danielle narrowed her eyes- Rebellious of Daddy's plans- he continued- You were born to this boys! Is your destiny! It was always you!- he held his hands up, in a dramatic gesture- as it is in heaven- he lowered them- so it must be on Earth- he looked at them again, serious- one brother, has to kill the other-
-What the hell are you sayin'?- Dean asked, freaking out, she could tell
-Why you think I've always taken such an interest in you?-Gabriel retorted- because from the moment Dad flipped up the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. Always-
Dean looked at Sam, then at Danielle, who had a pained expression on her beautiful face, and finally, he faced Gabriel
-No- he told him- that's not gonna happen-
-I'm sorry- Gabriel said- but it is- Dean's jaw clenched and Danielle took a step towards him, gripping his hand in some attend to support him- Guys- Gabriel continued- I wish this was a TV show, with easy answers, endings wrapped up in a bow. But this is real. And is gonna end bloody for all of us- he locked his gaze with Danielle's for a second, and Dean tightened his grip around her hand- that's just how it's gotta be-
Danielle was in some kind of trance, her mind far away, imaging a fight between two of the men she most care in her life.
-So, guys, what now?- Gabriel's voice took her out of her thoughts- we stare at each other for the rest of eternity?-
-Well, first of all, you can bring Cass back from wherever the hell you stash him at- Dean told him, still close to Danielle
-Oh, really?-
-Yeah- Dean replied- or we're gonna dump you into some holy oil and fry ourselves an archangel-
Gabriel looked at him seriously, trying to figure if he was bluffing or not. Danielle was as sure as hell about something. Dean wasn't going to leave his friend alone, even if it meant killing an archangel. So, yeah, he wasn't messing around. Gabriel snapped his fingers once more and a beaten up Castiel appeared behind Danielle, causing her to jump in shock
-Jesus Christ! Cas, you're okay?- she asked, worried about the angel, though he wasn't her favorite person in the world, she learnt to trust him, as Sam and Dean did
-I'm fine- Castiel answered, looking straight into Gabriel's eyes- hello Gabriel- he greeted, his voice strained
-Hey, bro- Gabriel replied, smiling- how's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess- he looked up, playing dumb, then sobered up- awful-
Castiel and Gabriel were on a staring contest when Dean had enough.
-Okay, we're outta here- he said, taking Danielle's hand- c'mon, Sam- he called and backed away, pulling Danielle with him
-Um, okay- Gabriel said- um, guys?- he shouted trying to get their attention, but they ignored him-So, so what? You're just gonna, you're gonna leave me here forever?-
They were already by the door, when Dean turned around
-No, we're not- he told him- because we don't screw people around the way you do- he let go of Danielle's hand and she tried to reach for him again, but Sam stopped her- and for the record- Dean added- this isn't about some fight between your brothers, or some destiny that can't be stopped! This is about you, being too afraid to stand up to your family!-
He stared at Gabriel for a second, before going back to Danielle's side and pulled the fire alarm. Water started falling from the taps on the ceiling, putting out the holy fire.
-Don't say I never did anything for you!- Dean shouted and opened the door, leading Danielle out, Sam following after her.
-All the stuff he was mumbling in there, you think he was telling the truth?- Dean asked them, as they reached the Impala Gabriel so kindly brought back with them
-I think he believes it- Sam replied
-So what do we do?- Dean inquired, leaning over the driver's door
-I don't know- Sam said
-I tell you one thing, right now I wish I was back on a TV show- Dean commented
-Yeah, me too- Sam agreed
-I don't- Danielle contradicted- that fifties' show creeped the hell outta me!- she joked, trying to soften the tense environment- I don't wanna be a common Lucy, ugh…- she shivered dramatically and earned a smile from both of them. And, that was enough for now.
2nd A/N: Hi, so, the next chapter won't follow the show's plot, and it will give you some insight in Danielle's life and past. Anyway, please review
Love, Maggie