Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.
I groaned. Fumbling for my phone. It had been about a week, maybe more since I ran into the Winchesters. We went our separate ways. Looking for whatever creepy crawlies we'd have to hunt next.
Only I didn't expect the call to be from Sam. Which I just managed to miss. But the phone started buzzing again. Grumbling before I answered.
"Hey Sam! How are ya?" I tried to sound cheery knowing I failed. Sounding like I'd just woken up, which I had,
"Hey Anna, good. I'm good. Just on a case..."
"Ask her..." Dean cut in.
"Ask me what? Am I on speaker?"
"Yeah, you are..." He paused for a moment, contemplating something. "We need some help on this case and you're the only one we can call on."
"What are you hunting?" Only there was no answer. Just some muffled voices. "Sam..."
"Sammy can't come to the phone right now..." Deans voice answered. "But... What he'd like to ask if you can help with this trickster. Things can get real tricky with this guy. He's a doushe."
"Well, they aren't called 'tricksters' for nothing." I sighed. "I'm not on a case right now, so I guess I can come help. Where are you guys?"
"Wellington, Ohio." Deans gruff voice answers. "How soon can you get here?"
"Uh, I can be there by this-afternoon if I don't stop."
"See you then. Bye." He says as the tone dies.
"Bye." I replied even though he can't hear me. Time to get up and go, I guess.
it doesn't take me long to freshen up and hit the road again. Even though I'd only been hunting for a short time, I'd learnt how to get the hell out of dodge quickly. It was never good to linger after a case. People aren't dumb. They catch on.
And so the 'road trip' to Ohio began. With me surfing the radio looking for some decent music. Which settled on a station that seemed to just play everything.
It was the afternoon when I finally got to the town. I decided to grab a bite before I met the boys again. It had been near five in the morning when they called. And I'd only had a pack of chips that happened to be in my car.
I placed my order, the coffee arrived first. Then the burger with a small side of chips. I wasn't a big fan of the fries, but the burger here was good.
And that was when my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Sam, telling me what motel and room they were at. I finished my meal, paid, and then headed to the motel.
it was shabby like the ones hunters usually stay at. The Impala was in the lot and I pulled in next to it. Careful not to hit Deans "baby' as he called it. I booked my own room, which was a couple doors down from their own before I headed to theirs.
Knocking, it didn't take long for one to answer. By one, I mean Dean. With his gun ready. "Hey Bell." He greeted as he stepped out of the way. Making room for me to actually get in there.
"What is it with you guys and different names? Its just 'Anna', or Annabell. None of this 'Ann' or 'Bell' crap. Okay?" I snapped. "Anyway, whats the case?"
They both looked befuddled at my sudden attitude change. "Ahh... Trickster. We've dealt with him a few times before. But We've never actually been able to... You know. Get him." Sam explained. But Dean was giving him a look. "But... We're going to talk to him."
"Talk to the 'trickster'. Who's outdone you both on more than one occasion?"
"That's why we thought you could help." Dean added, clapping me on the shoulder.
I shook my head. "But TALK to a thing we'd hunt? Really guys?"
"I know its stupid, but he can help us. With this whole Apocalypse bullshit." He looked at Sam, then back to me. "If this go south, then we can gank him." Dean sounded more confident with the last part.
"Alright then. I trust you both. Sam more than you... SO. How do we 'gank' the guy?" I asked, looking between the brothers.
"Steak through the heart should do it. But we gotta go, like now." He said grabbing his keys, and heading for the door. "We got one for you ready. Lets go."
I followed them out, Sam locking up behind me. I went to get in my car but Dean called out. "Hey, we're taking the same car. Safer that way."
I rolled my eyes. If this WAS a trickster then it wouldn't matter. He could probably just zap us where ever the hell he wanted to. I did as he suggested though. From what Sam's said, Dean likes to know everything. And until he trusts you, if you're on a case with him, he wont let you out of his sights.
They briefed me about their previous encounters with the Trickster, what he looked like. His candy addiction. All relevant stuff about the guy. And all the while they never expected this to be a trap. It felt odd to me that they wouldn't think that. But, I just went along with whatever they were up to. They were more experienced than me, and I had to have faith in them.
It wasn't long before we arrived at the warehouse the police call was sent out about. Only there was no cops. Nothing that would suggest a murder had taken place here.
So we got out. Got our stakes and what have you out of the trunk and entered the warehouse. With me going in after Dean, and Sam behind me. Only we weren't in a warehouse.
We were in a hospital, wearing doctors outfits. Very tight fitting doctors outfit for me though that was a little to revealing in the chest area. So I tried to use the lab coat to cover that area a bit more to no avail. That's when Dean turned around and started looking me up and down with a goofy grin on his face.
"Dean." I growled. "This isn't the time. And even if it was, it wouldn't happen."
He shook his head, looking at Sam, "What the Hell?"
A female Doctor and another walk by, both saying "Doctor" as they pass.
"Doctor?" Sam wonders aloud.
I open the door we just came through to see that there's a man and woman making out in there. I just closed the door. Quickly. "Now what?"
Before either one of them can answer, a brunette doctor comes up to Sam. "Doctor." And Slaps him across the face.
"Ow!" Sam exclaims.
"Seriously."
"What?"
"Seriously? You're brilliant, you know that? And a coward. You're a brilliant coward." Dean and I are just standing back, only slightly amused by what's going on. But Dean looked more amused than he should be at what's happening.
"What are you talking about?"
She slapped him again, "As if you don't know." Then she just walks off.
"I don't believe this." Dean says, gawking after the doctor.
"What?" Sam and I both say at nearly the same time, causing us both to glare at each other.
Dean jus completely missed that, I'm guessing as he just answers us. "That's Dr. Piccolo."
"Who?" Sam tries to clarify.
"Dr. Ellen Piccolo... The sexy yet earnest doctor at..." Dean stops as he looks to the reception desk, reading the sign and gesturing at it while reading it aloud. "Seattle Mercy Hospital."
"What the hell are you talking about Dean?" I ask.
"The doctor get-ups. The, the sexy interns. The 'seriously's. It all makes sense." Deans states, still a little to excited.
"What makes sense? What's going on?" Sam asks.
"We're in Dr. Sexy MD." Dean finally puts forward a straight answer.
We begun to walk through the corridors of the hospital.
"Dude what the hell?" Dean finally asks, breaking the silence that had settled between us.
"I don't know." Sam replied.
"No, seriously, what the hell."
"I don't know." Sam repeats.
"One theory, any theory." He says, looking between the two of us.
"Uh, the Trickster trapped us in TV land." Sam offered.
"That's your theory. That's stupid." Dean replied.
I sighed "You're the one who said we're in that show, Dean."
"Dr. Sexy MD." He clarified. "TV Land isn't TV Land. I mean, there's actors and, and lights and crew members. You know? This looks real."
We'd stopped now, standing in a kind of circle thing. "It can't be. Dean, how can this possibly be real?" Sam asks.
"I don't know." Dean answers.
Another doctor walks by, "Doctors."
"There goes Dr. Wang. The sexy but arrogant heart surgeon." Dean went on a little tangent about his show. About some ghost, Sam would reply to him. Even though I'm sure Dean was fangirling right now.
Then his voice changed and it caught my attention. "It's him."
"Its who?" I ask.
"It's Dr. Sexy." Dean was fangirling.
'Dr. Sexy' comes up to us. Addressing Dean first, "Doctor."
Which Dean replied, "doctor".
Then Dr. Sexy looked to Sam, "Doctor."
To which Sam just nodded, receiving a slap on the back of the head from Dean. "Doctor."
Then the Dr. Looked to me, eyes trailing a bit before finally saying "Doctor."
"Doctor." I replied coldly.
"You want to give me one good reason why you defied my direct order to do the experimental face transplant on Mrs. Biehl?" The Doctor said, addressing Dean.
Dean looked to Sam, now looking slightly confused. "One reason?" Dean asks. Just receiving a nod from the doc. "Okay." Dean takes the moment to look the guy over. Then suddenly slamming the guy against the wall, "You're not Dr. Sexy."
"You're crazy."
"Really? Because I swore part of what makes Dr. Sexy sexy is the fact that he wears cowboy boots. Not tennis shoes." Dean seethed. Getting in the face of the not so sexy Dr. Sexy.
"Not a fan at all." I state.
"It's a guilty Pleasure." Dean replies.
"Call security." The Dr. calls.
A couple of other doctors and a security guard were approaching, but Dean continued. "Yeah, go ahead, Pal. See we know who you are."
The guy Dean has pinned to the wall morphs into someone else, grinning while he done so. Short blondish looking hair, gold eyes. Exactly what they told me the trickster looked like. Not bad looking. "You guys are getting better!" He exclaims, his voice was higher but still smooth.
"Get us the hell outa here." Dean tries to threaten the guy.
"Or what?" The trickster grabs Deans arm, twisting it and hurting him. "Don't say you have any wooden steaks, big guy."
"That was you on the police scanner right? This is a trick." Sam says.
"Hello? Trickster. Come on! I heard you two yahoos were in town. How could I resist?" His eyes dart over to me. "This sweethearts just an added bonus."
"Where the hell are we?"
"Like it? It's all home made. My own sets..." He raps on the nearby window, then indicates to the frozen people around. "My own actors... Call it my own little idiot box."
"How do we get out?" Dean asks. Obviously thinking that it would be simple.
"That, my friend, is the sixty-four dollar question."
"Whatever. We just need to talk to you. We need your help." Sam said, irritated.
"Hm, let me guess. You two mutton head broke the world, got this lovely lady involved, and you want me to sweep up your mess."
"Please just five minutes, just hear us out."
"Sure. Tell you what. Survive the next twenty-four hours, we'll talk."
"Survive what?" Dean asked.
I rolled my eyes. "We're in 'TV Land' and you wonder what we have to survive."
Dean pointed at me then the trickster. "You're meant to be on our side."
"I am." I reply simply.
The trickster smirked, "I like her."
Dean just shakes his head. "What are the rules?"
The trickster just raised his eyebrows and zapped us both... Wait. Both of us out of their.
"What the hell?"
"You're not part of that crap." The Trickster dismissed with a wave of his hand.
I took a moment to see where we were, just a plain room really. Couch, telly. Door leading outside that I'm sure wouldn't open. "'That crap'?"
"The Apocalypse. Dean as Michael, Sam as Lucifer. And then there's you. Where do you fit in?"
"Just a hunter." I answered calmly, looking around. "I guess we're in another of your 'sets'. Where's..."
"uh-uh." He said, striding over to me. "They brought you here for somethin'! And I'd be dammed if it was because your a hunter." He clicked his fingers, disappearing. The T.V also turned on, to some genital herpes add. And Sam and Dean were in it.
I had to place a hand over my mouth to keep myself from laughing. Then the scene changed, showing them in a sitcom, in which some guy named Castiel appeared, then was quickly removed, and then some corny crime show.
They ended up stabbing the wrong guy. Then it went back to the warehouse, and followed them back to where they were staying. I fell asleep then.
Waking when the T.V suddenly turned on again. It reminded me somewhat if night-rider. Only this time Sam was the car.
It wasn't long until they had the Trickster trapped in some ring of fire and Sam was back to normal.
"Maybe you've always been an angel." Dean accessed the guy.
"A what? Somebody slip a mickey in your power shake kid?"
"I'll tell you what. Yu jump out of the holy fire and we'll call it our mistake." Dean challenges the trickster.
Who laughs at his antics. And I find myself with a hint of a smirk, knowing that the guys would get out eventually. A burst of static jumps through the place, and... Well. They're back at the warehouse. But me? No. I'm still in this place I had been since the start.
The trickster just claps, "Well played, boys. Well played. Where'd you get the holy oil?"
"Well, you might say we pulled it out of Sam's ass." Dean replied, while Sam was looking around the warehouse.
"Where'd I screw up?" Trick' asks the boys.
"You didn't. Nobody gets the jump on Cas like you did." Sam answers.
Dean looks around the warehouse quickly before returning his gaze back to the trickster. "Mostly it was the way you talked about Armageddon."
"Meaning?"
"Well, call it experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family." Dean elaborated, watching the angels face fall a little.
"So, which are you? Grumpy, Sneezy, or Douchey?" Sam asked, sharing a worried glance with his brother.
"Gabriel, okay? They call me Gabriel." The Trickster, or rather, Gabriel said in a tone of defeat.
"Gabriel? The archangel?" Sam tried to clarify.
"Guilty."
Oh, hell no. I knew they'd met angels before. But me? No. Never. Not even the one they'd hung around. The one that'd shown up in the middle of this. No wonder the trickster... Gabriel, had been able to haul his arse out of it didn't do anyone any favours just leaving me here. In his trick-house.
"Why'd you bring the girl?" The voice snapped me ou of my thoughts.
Dean looked pissed now, even more so than before. "Where is she?!"
"What girl is he talking about, Dean?" A new figure asked, one who was in a trench coat, suit and had a crooked tie. Dean just gave him a look. One that just hurt the angel, "I told you that it would be best to leave her out of this."
"Well." Dean threw his arms up in the air, showing he was done with whatever was going on. "We thought we'd need help. You weren't here. She was."
"You don't understand." Is all Castiel said to try and quell the rage of the hunter.
Sam looked between the three, obviously off put by all that was going on. And it felt strange to look at them all through a T.V screen. "Care to tell us what IS going on?"
"Yeah..." Dean agreed with his younger brother.
Cas' just looked to his own brother, wishing that he would tell them where he couldn't. And, he did. "She's special boys. As in, Lucifer and Michael would stop at nothing to get her." He sighed as they waited for him to continue. "Father help me... Look, Dean, Sam, she's the back-up plan. The fail safe... Her soul could stop all of this." He gestured to everything. "The apocalypse."
"She can just stop it?"
"It's never that simple, Dean." Sam answered for them all.
The rest of their conversation went by in a blur. And the next think I knew I was back in the warehouse. Wearing my own scowl and walking by them all to go to the car. And waited.
Castiel ditched us after his brother was released from the holy oil. Dean unlock the car and we got in, and we started driving. The drive back to town, to where my car was, was long and silent. A very awkward silence that was broken by Dean coughing. "So... How much of that did you hear."
"All of it."
He scratched the back of his head. "Then you know we need to keep you safe. We're taking you to Bobby's."
"And where's that?"
"Sioux Falls." He answered shortly.
"I can drive myself there." I noticed they were having a silent conversation again.
"it's too dangerous." Sam answered for his brother.
I sighed. "No it's not. It's more dangerous if I travel with you two. And you know it."
"We're not talking about this." Dean snapped, we pulled into the lot of the motel. "Now, get your stuff so we can go."
"If I go with you they'll find me sooner. Lucifer's looking for Sam, and Micheal's probably doing the same for you Dean. You can't tell me that I'd be safer with you two when right now, the only people who know, are the ones who were in that warehouse. No ones looking for me yet." I huffed, slamming the door of the car as I left it. Handing m keys back to the management after getting my stuff into m car.
I'd heard the two arguing again as I'd done so, my room being near theirs helped with that kinda thing. But now I was just about to leave in my car when Dean stalked down the stairs followed by Sam.
Rolling down the window, I waited for whatever they had to say. "Fine! Here's the address. We called Bobby, but we didn't tell him anything. Just that we ran across a fellow hunter that checked out." he said as he handed me a folded piece of paper. I knew that was going to be the only 'goodbye' I got from him at the moment.
"Take care Anna." Sam said. Waving at me.
"And you two take care of each other." I waved out the window as I drove down the highway that would eventually lead to the Singer's salvage yard.