(Another delay but that's what happens when you're writing your own material instead of basing something off of an actual episode. I decided to split this chapter in two simply because it was getting too long and I need a little time to sort out the last half. I should also note that I don't own any songs that are used in this chapter and that I should have said the murders are musical based, not music video based.)
"Another!" Bela called out to the bartender. Dean couldn't help but shake his head as she downed another round. Ever since she found out she was really free from damnation, Bela decided it was time to celebrate. The poor girl had almost been in tears when Dean and Sam had told her the truth and she quickly left the motel room, insisting she needed some air. The brothers let Bela have her privacy and waited until she returned and boy she was beyond happy. She insisted they head to the nearest bar and get drunk.
Bela signed over all her assets to her son Jacob before she died so technically she didn't have a penny to her name. But that didn't seem to matter to her once she started gulping down shots. She had every reason to be celebrate though so Dean indulged her by picking up the tab. Sam headed off to swindle some bikers out of their money in a pool game, leaving the two alone. So Dean explained everything to her as they downed shots. Told Bela about Sam's demon blood and psychic voodoo crap, Castiel, the angels, the 66 seals, everything. Well almost everything.
"I can't believe the luck you have. Every time Dean Winchester is about to bite it, somehow the universe inverts itself to keep you alive. Azazel is about to shoot you with the Colt and your father breaks out of Hell to save you. You get dragged into Hell and then angels suddenly pop back up on the board game and pull you out," said Bela.
"Well sometimes being God's ill-informed expendable pawn does have its perks," remarked Dean.
"But how exactly are you going to save the world Dean? Don't get me wrong, you'll jump headfirst into a meat grinder if it meant saving someone's life but exactly what do the angels need you to do that they can't do themselves?" wondered Bela.
"I don't know but they're definitely holding something back," agreed Dean.
"And seriously why did God makes 66 seals? Why not just lock the Devil up and throw away the key?" asked Bela.
"Maybe God's just an ass," sighed Dean as he took another sip.
Bela meanwhile downed another glass. "Dean…thank you," she sighed.
Dean threw her a look. "You've had too much to drink," he chuckled.
"I'm serious," Bela said. "By all rights I should still be on a rack down in Hell with some demon carving me up."
Dean's heart nearly stopped. "Do you remember?"
"Just bits and pieces. I know the five months I spent down there was worse than anything my father put me through," Bela said. That confident uncaring mask that she normally wore was starting to finally slip off. Dean was starting to see the real Bela Talbot now. He thought he caught glimpse off it over the few months they knew each other but this was the first time she seemed to truly be opening up to him. When they talked back at the motel just before Bela was kidnapped by demons, she started to open up but only said what she needed to. Enough to let Dean know who he was dealing with. Now Beal wasn't desperate or need anything. Just a shoulder to cry on and a friend to talk to.
"Ten years Dean, ten years I lived in fear. Tried researching anything I could find on Crossroad Deals but I found nothing useful. So I lived it up while I could, pinching what I could here and there. Made one of those 1000 things to do before you die list. Never got around to finishing past number 15," she said and clearly drunk while she was talking. "I cried every year at my birthday. It was always a reminder of how many years I had left. I would always make a cake but instead of putting the number of candles match my age, I would have them match the number of years I have left."
"Well next time it's your birthday, you can start adding the candles to the cake," spoke Dean.
Bela smiled, "I guess so." She stood up from her barstool and nearly collapsed.
Dean quickly launched out of his seat and caught her. "Okay. Now I know you've had too many."
"After what I've been through, I'm pretty sure I'm entitled to it," protested Bela who managed to untangle herself from Dean and accidently bumped into a customer, spilling his drink. The worst part of it was that he was a really big guy.
"What the hell?" he snapped.
"Pipe down ya balloon float," Bela replied without an ounce of fear in her voice.
Dean instantly got in between them. "Okay how about we smooth this all over by buying you another drink," he said trying to be the peace maker.
Sasquatch however didn't seem to be accepting the olive branch. "Your bitch has a big mouth. Get her under control or AHHHHHHH!" he started to say before Bela delivered a powerful kick right to his groin. He doubled over in pain, allowing Bela to grab his head and slam it onto the bar counter. Sasquatch dropped like a log and now everyone in the whole bar was looking at them.
"Well that was fun. Time to go Wonder Woman," Dean said, ushering Bela to the door.
"What's the problem? It's not like I hit anything he uses," Bela muttered.
"Low profile remember?" Dean reminded her as Sam joined them heading out the exit.
"Having a little too much fun?" Sam asked both of them as they all headed to the Impala in the parking lot.
"Oh don't be jealous little Winchester…well technically Dean's the little one," Bela said.
"Hey!" snapped Dean, not liking what she might be implying.
"Well he is taller Dean. You know what they say about tall men," giggled Bela.
Sam leaner closer and whispered, "How many drinks did buy her?"
"A few…okay maybe more than a few," admitted Dean. Sam glared at him. "What? She hasn't had a drink in five months."
"Or sex," added Bela. Dean and Sam both exchanged an uncomfortable look. "So interested Dean?" she asked.
"What?" gasped Dean, not quite believing what she was asking.
"Don't blush like a twelve year old. Besides since when does someone like you turn down an offer like this," Bela pointed out. As both amusing and horrifying as this was, Dean decided enough was enough.
"Okay Bela we are heading to the nearest motel and I am putting your drunk ass into bed," Dean stated.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh," giggled Bela.
"And not how you're thinking," grumbled Dean. Sam was trying his best not to laugh.
"Afraid the same offer doesn't apply to you Sam. Guess you'll just have to keep dreaming about me," chuckled Bela. Now it was Dean's turn to not laugh and Sam to be infuriated.
Fremont, Georgia
Emily's parents were devoted Christians who went to church every Sunday and sang every hymn with the same passion each week. Emily on the other hand wasn't so thrilled. Sure she didn't mind hanging out with her friends during Sunday School but afterwards everyone would gather into Church Service, things would always get incredibly boring. Emily didn't hate Pastor Brown but his sermons just always seemed to put her to sleep. The whole church just finished singing the hymns and sat down in their pew to listen to Brown's speech.
Emily's eyes wandered in boredom and she noticed something on the floor at the end of her pew. An old shoe box with holes punctured on top. She didn't notice it there a second ago and there was nobody seated nearby. Emily at first thought somebody pushed with their legs too far forwards from the previous aisle then saw the top of the box shake. It popped off and a small squirrel lifted its head up, glancing around. Before Emily could say anything, the squirrel had taken off under the seats. "Mommy," she tried to tell her mother but she wasn't paying attention.
Pastor Brown was reciting a bible verse when he gasped. "AHHHH!" he suddenly screamed in obvious pain. Emily and the rest of the church watched in horror as Brown staggered away from the pulpit, his robes in-between his legs stained in red. He collapsed and suddenly a squirrel darted out from underneath the robes and disappeared underneath the pews. Everyone started rushing towards the exit, running towards the pastor to help, or jump up in their seats to avoid the squirrel.
Emily noticed the creature rushing back to its shoe box with blood on its mouth. It tilted its head noticing her then gave her a wink. "Mommy!" Emily shouted but her voice was drowned out from all the confusion. When she turned back, the squirrel and the box were gone.
Bela had the first good night of sleep for the first time in so long. Imagine living almost your whole life in constant terror. First it was living in the same house as her Father. Every night Bela would lay in bed terrified tonight would be one of his visits. Then after she made her deal, every night was a countdown to damnation and the frequent hellish nightmares she had were a constant reminder. But now Bela was finally free of it all. Her Father was dead and hell was no longer her final destination. For the first time in her life, Bela was free and she savored the first night of freedom.
Earlier in the day after she woke up from her psychotic break, everything finally seemed whole in her mind. She could actually look at Dean without going on a bad acid trip. Of course the explanations the Winchesters gave her for her unexpected freedom made her think this was some of acid trip. Angels are real, they're dicks, and they rescued Dean and Bela from Hell. She thought Sam explaining all of this in the hospital was some illusion but it turned out to be the truth after all.
Bela had to excuse herself from the brothers and left the motel room to find some place to cry. It was finally over, no more worry about hell or hellhounds. She was free and the joy she felt overwhelmed her. Still the last thing Bela wanted to do was cry in front Dean and Sam. She couldn't stand anyone to see her like that. Even after the Winchesters saved her life from that vengeful drowning spirit, Bela left almost immediately after catching her breath. After drying her tears, Bela rejoined the boys and insisted they celebrate. The hours after that got a little fuzzy.
Bela woke up with a hangover and a bad headache and yet she had never felt better. She was free.
"Rise and shine Sleeping Evil Beauty!" Dean called out to her. He must have noticed her waking up because the next second a water bottle landed on her chest. Bela opened it up and gulped most of it down to rehydrate herself. Her hangover left her with a massive dry mouth and throat.
"So have fun last night?" asked Dean.
"I assume so. Can't remember anything that happened after we got to the bar," muttered Bela before taking another sip of water.
"Well you beat up King Kong Bundy and you wanted to have sex with me," chuckled Dean.
"Oh," shrugged Bela is if everything Dean said wasn't a problem.
Dean frowned, "What do you mean oh?"
"I mean okay it's not a big deal," Bela replied. Dean stood there with his mouth open which Bela found to be incredibly amusing. This reminded her of the time they went to that ball as each other's dates to steal the Hand of Glory. Bela joked about having angry sex and Dean had the exact same reaction then as he was having now. "What's a matter Dean? Sorry you didn't take me up on my offer?" she chuckled.
He glared at her then smiled, "You also apologized to me."
"You're lying," gasped Bela, wiping the smirk of her face.
"I'm as honest as Abe Lincoln," smirked Dean. Bela groaned, completely embarrassed. Sure she apologized to him before but that was always whenever she was desperate. To actually open up to him like this made Bela regret taking too many shots.
Dean seemed ready to say something else when Sam entered the room. "Got a case," he said carrying his laptop. He set his computer on Bela's bed and hit full screen on a news article titled Pastor Killed By Squirrel in Church.
"I guess the little critter went nuts," Dean laughed at his own joke. Bela and Sam both threw him annoyed looks that shut him up.
"That's not all," said Sam. He pulled up another article titled Elderly Woman Trampled to Death by Deer. "Both deaths happened in the same town in the last week."
"Bambi and Chip'N'Dale goes homicidal and it's suddenly a supernatural occurrence?" frowned Bela.
"A witness said the squirrel was spotted in a shoebox before attacking the pastor and the old woman wasn't just run over by your average white-tailed deer. Apparently it was a caribou also popularly known as a reindeer," explained Sam.
"So nature's finally fighting back. What's the big deal?" muttered Bela.
"Son of a bitch," muttered Dean.
"What?" asked Bela, not understanding any of this.
"C'mon Bela. Don't tell me you haven't heard of Ray Stevens? Okay maybe not him but everybody knows Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer," said Dean.
"Excuse me? Somebody's killing people based on songs?" asked Bela.
"Yep. The squirrel one is based on Mississippi Squirrel Revival. Granted no one got killed in that song but the similarities can't be a coincidence," answered Sam.
"Well sounds like you have a case on your hands. Good luck with that boys," said Bela. She had no intention of joining any kind of hunt. Her previous experiences in that kind of work never ended well.
"Good luck to you too then because you're coming with us," said Dean.
"Forget it," Bela shook her head.
"In case you've forgotten sweetheart you don't have a penny to your name. You drained your bank accounts and sold off everything you owned before the two of us took the extended damnation tour," Dean pointed out.
"I worked my way up before. I'll do it again," shrugged Bela.
"Yeah but we're two guys that constantly go around searching for anything supernatural. So odds are we're going to run into something valuable one of these days," smiled Dean. Sam threw him a look.
Bela glared at him, knowing he had a point. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this," she grumbled.
"Me neither. Dean can I talk to you outside for a minute?" Sam glared at his brother.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sam demanded the second Dean and him were outside. He always knew his older brother went above and beyond when it came to Bela Talbot but this was something else entirely.
"What's your problem?" Dean protested.
"Why would we even want Bela with us? She's not a hunter Dean and you practically encouraged her to steal the first mystical artifact we come across," replied Sam.
"She just got out of Hell Sam. Bela's got no money, no safe houses, and is now on Hell's hit list. I just want make sure she's safe" said Dean.
"Bela can take care of herself. We had a harder time trying to find her then any monster we've hunted," sighed Sam.
"She may be acting like she's okay but believe me she's not," replied Dean.
"What is that supposed to mean?" demanded Sam.
"I'm the oldest and we drive in my car so what I says goes. That means she comes with," Dean said, not getting into details. What a surprise. Dean was ending the conversation rather than opening up.
Sam however wasn't backing down. "Look whatever obligation or debt you think you owe her is done. You got her out of Hell Dean. You don't owe her anything," he stated.
"I'm not just going to leave her out in the cold Sam. At least until she can get back on her feet," sighed Dean.
Sam shook his head, "Do you think I'm an idiot Dean? I know when you're lying. You were willing to make a deal to resell your soul to rescue Bela. That's something you never even did for Dad. Why won't you just tell me what it is? I'm your brother. You think I can't handle it?"
"Bela stays with us," Dean replied firmly then headed back inside. So much for opening up.
The Winchesters and Bela arrived in Fremont and immediately got to work. While the boys visited the morgue to inspect the bodies, Bela got the task of interviewing family members, neighbors and associates of the deceased. Apparently Dean said she was the best liar among the trio so she can offer to be the fake shoulder for someone to cry on. Only the people she interviewed didn't do a lot of crying. The Pastor's wife seemed oddly distant regarding the whole deal and neighbors for the old lady said she was the most hated human being on the block.
Bela was later picked up by Dean and they met up with Sam at their motel rooms. Bela got her own room while the brothers shared their own.
"Two's a crowd as it is and I don't plan on finding out if you snore," Dean explained as they entered the boy's room. Sam was already waiting for them inside.
"Oh I doubt that Dean," chuckled Bela who was pleased by the slight flush on the eldest Winchester's face.
"Okay enough flirting you two. Down to business," Sam said.
"Well there's not a lot of mourning when it comes to our deceased," Bela began. "The Pastor's wife didn't even seem to shed a tear when talking about what happened. Oh sure she talked about how horrible it was but I could tell underneath she wasn't that sorry. Same could be said for the old lady. She got kicked out of the neighborhood watch for apparently being too nosy. Called the police for almost everything, one time because apparently the neighbors were having sex."
"Wow. What a bitch," commented Dean.
"So anything on the bodies?" asked Bela.
"There are no bodies. At least not anymore," replied Sam.
"What do you mean?" frowned Bela.
"The two bodies both mysteriously caught on fire in the morgue and burned to ash. Funny thing was that the fire only burnt the corpses and nothing else," said Dean.
"What a coincidence," Bela said, catching onto what they were saying.
"I think we know what we're dealing with now. It's a Trickster," said Sam. Tricksters were demigods capable of conjuring things out of thin air and often played fatal pranks on the high and mighty or people who've been dicks. They all have a sweet tooth especially for chocolate and they can only be killed by stabbing them in the heart with a wooden stake dipped in the blood of one of their victim's. Why they can only die that way? Bela had no idea. Some monsters had some really strange weaknesses.
"Explains why it's destroying the bodies of the victims. Can't use their blood on wooden stakes if there's no corpse," nodded Dean.
"Let me guess. You two have no idea where it is," Bela said.
"Tricksters are shapeshifters. They can turn themselves into anything. We'll be lucky if we find it at all," replied Dean.
"Well then…" smiled Bela as she got to her feet. "…I say we hit the local bar and wait until another corpse drops."
The Winchesters both glared at her. "Your compassion is an inspiration to us all," Dean muttered.
'Well what else are we supposed to do Dean? This thing could be anywhere," sighed Bela.
"Not necessarily," said Sam. "We know Tricksters had a sweet tooth and it turns out there's a chocolate factory only a few miles out of town."
"Sounds good to me," Dean said, nearly rushing out the door. Somehow Bela doubted it was the trickster that had him so excited.
Matthew Benton was just about to finish up for a lunch break when something strange happened. He was closing his barber shop when he thought he heard a whimper. He searched around the room but couldn't really make out where it was coming from. Finally Matt just chalked it up to nothing and was about to leave the store when he heard, "Feed me."
The whisper sounded like it was coming from one of the work counters in front of a barber chair. Maybe somebody left their cell phone and they had a very weird ring tone. "Feed me," it sounded off again. Matt checked the counter but didn't see any phone. In fact, the sound seemed to be going coming from a plastic plant decoration. Matt checked around the vase of the plant, checking for anything that might be making the noise. His fingers brushed against the plant's flower and he nearly screamed. Matt pulled away his fingers, all dripping in blood. It was as if something bit him.
"Hmmmmmmm. Feed me more," the plant said. One of its leaves suddenly shot out impossibly long and wrapped around Matt's neck. He struggled but the plastic leaf felt as strong as steel as it slowly pulled his head closer to the plant. The flower opened with a seam filled with razor sharp teeth. Matt tried to scream but all that came out was a series of choking gasps as the leaf tightened itself around his neck. The mouth grew bigger and bigger as the flower began to sing.
"Feed me Seymour. Feed me all night long," it sang.
Bela, Sam, and Dean all returned from the chocolate factory to the hotel room. No sign of any trickster or anything suspicious. If there was one of those things in the area, it wasn't hanging around there. "Well that was a complete waste of time," grumbled Bela.
"I don't know about that," Dean said with his mouth stuffed full of chocolate. He made sure to procure some samples before he left.
"Are we sure he's not the trickster?" Bela muttered to Sam. He was about to answer when his cell phone rang. San headed off to the opposite side of the room to talk in private. Meanwhile Bela decided to have a little more fun with the elder Winchester. "You surprise me Dean. All those sweets, bacon cheeseburgers, and whatever other slop you put into your mouth and yet somehow you manage to keep your six pack," Bela commented.
"What can I say? I'm amazing sweetheart," Dean shrugged arrogantly.
Bela then tapped his chest, catching him off guard. "I think it's down to five," she commented.
"Nice try Bela but you going to need a better excuse to see me shirtless," chuckled Dean.
Before she could respond, Sam interrupted their little banter. "That was the Sheriff's Office. They've got another victim," he explained.
The crime scene was a barber shop with blood stains all over the room. There was no body but the amount of blood was easy to indicate that whatever happened didn't leave a survivor. The shop was owned by a Matthew Benton and so far no one the police has talked to seems to know where he might be. Pretty logical to assume this was all his blood. While Bela played the nosy reporter by constantly shouting questions at the sheriffs, Sam and Dean used the distraction to dab some blood to put on some wooden stacks later.
"You know you play the annoying parasitic reporter really well," chuckled Dean once they met back at the motel.
"I'd tell you to bite me but you might actually do it," retorted Bela.
"Only in your dreams sweetheart," replied Dean.
"You were the one dreaming about me remember. Well you and Sam," smirked Bela.
"Seriously do you two ever stop?" grumbled Sam while he was working on his laptop.
"Well Sam if you have any brilliant leads then I'm all ears. Otherwise I'll go back to irritating Dean," stated Bela.
"For the record, you were not getting under my skin," Dean said matter-of-factly.
"Oh for the love of God will you two just stop!" snapped Sam.
This was basically how things went between the three for the next few hours. Dean and Bela both teased and annoyed one another all the while Sam was beyond irritated from the endless vocalized sexual tension. Still somehow he managed to do some research because while his brother and Bela were arguing about one thing or another. "I think I might have something," Sam said, shutting the two of them up.
He brought up an ad for a local bakery shop. "Salas Baking Company opened less than a month ago. Now granted it's not a chocolate factory but sweet tooth doesn't just extend to candy bars. Great reviews according to their online page but here's the interesting thing. All of the victims lived less than a mile apart from each other," Sam explained.
"So they basically all lived in the same area," commented Dean.
"Exactly and here's the thing. The owner's name is Rachel Salas and she moved into that exact neighborhood the same day a suspicious drowning happened directly across the street from her new house. Our victim Jeremy Forsythe had apparently done time in prison for armed robbery in Boston and had been a person of interest in a robbery gone bad homicide," Sam continued.
"So you think she's our trickster?" asked Bela.
"It's the best lead we got," shrugged Sam.
That evening, the three were spying on Salas's house inside of a vacant home just down the street. So far it didn't seem like the owner had returned from work which gave the Winchesters the best opportunity to sneak in and assess the place. The key word in that sentence being the Winchesters.
"I thought you wanted me to help you," Bela fumed.
"Since when do you suddenly want to join in on a hunt?" asked Dean.
"A girl gets bored sometimes and you'll need my help. Especially considering how well you two did the last few times with a trickster," pointed out Bela. She had been briefed on their previous encounters with one of them and wasn't hopeful on their chances. The one they had fought had been able to manipulate time itself. Aside from angels, that was something no other supernatural entity Bela had ever researched had been capable of.
"Don't look at me. This was Dean's call," Sam held up his hands. Dean glared at his brother as if to say "thanks for putting this all on me".
"Bela you just got your life back. Don't tell you want to risk losing it again doing something you despise?" Dean commented.
"This isn't doing something I hate. I just don't want you two to end up getting yourselves killed because I wasn't around," explained Bela.
"Does that mean you actually care about us?" chuckled Dean.
"Fine. Get yourselves killed for all I care," grumbled Bela.
"You do care," smirked Dean which infuriated her.
"Dean we should go before our trickster returns home," Sam reminded his brother.
"Just keep the car warm in case we need a quick escape," said Dean as the Winchesters headed towards the exit.
Bela was not going to let him get the last word in all of this. "Well allow me to motivate you Dean. If you don't come back alive then I'm taking your Impala to the nearest body shop and having it painted pink," she smiled.
Dean spun around with a mixture of fury and horror. "If you so much as put a drop of paint on my car I swear I will…!" he shouted before Sam dragged him away.
"I am going to kill her," Dean grumbled as his brother picked the lock to the backdoor of Rachel Salas's house.
"Whatever," Sam muttered as he managed to unlock the door and the two entered inside.
"I mean it Sammy," Dean insisted.
"Yeah sure," Sam replied, not believing a word he said which only irritated Dean further.
The suspected trickster's home was well organized. No personal pictures but plenty of decorate paintings decorated the walls. Leather furniture with a normal sized television for the living room. The kitchen was clean with no juke on the counters and a table set for three. When Dean opened the refrigerator, he found it was completely filled with various sweets and cakes. Pretty safe to assume they just found their trickster. "At least there's no head," Dean muttered.
"Well the night is young," a female voice spoke behind the two. The Winchesters turned to find a beautiful woman with short dark hair and deep brown eyes. She was dressed casually but also attractively. It's a shame she was a psychotic demigod because she was hot. "It's about time you hunters showed up. You two have got to be the slowest one's ever to find me."
"Yeah well we make up for it with spunk," chimed in Dean. He pulled out his bloody tipped stake but with a simple snap of the trickster's fingers, chains appeared and wrapped themselves around Sam and Dean's ankles. The two lost their balance and collapsed to the floor. Another snap of the fingers conjured handcuffs around their wrists.
"Well this is disappointing," sighed the trickster. "Normally I love getting the attention of hunters. You people can be so much fun. I let them think they're the ones hunting me when in reality it's the other way around. But I gotta tell ya, this is the most boring hunt I've ever had. Not exactly what I call spunk."
"Yeah well I haven't had any complaints," Dean said while he trying his best to find some way to uncuff himself.
"Well then consider me your first honey and now you're going to make it up to me," the trickster said.
"What's that supposed to mean? You're going to eat us?" demanded Sam.
"Ach!" groaned the trickster. "I prefer a steady diet of cholesterol and sugar, not human remains."
"Oh so it's torture then. Wonderful," muttered Dean. "What's it going to be? Have a zombie attack us while he sings Thriller?"
"Na. I've done that too many times already. I'm thinking something much worse," the trickster replied. Neither of the Winchesters liked the smile their captor had on her face.
Bela sat on the hood of the Impala, growing more restless by the second. Normally she wouldn't care about joining anyone on a hunt. The person who trained her was a complete sociopath who all too often used her as bait for whatever monster or spirit they happened to come across. Then one time he got in over his head and Bela left him to die. After that, she decided to quit the hunting business and go into something more profitable. Truth is if she had met the Winchesters when she first started looking for someone to mentor her, maybe she would have turned out differently.
But that didn't happen and now Bela had a large distaste for anything involving hunting the supernatural. No she was angry because Dean was out there putting his life on the line. Bela didn't care about any of these victims or anyone else the trickster might kill in this town. All she cared about was Dean. She had nothing against Sam but wasn't sure she put her own life on the line to protect him. Bela couldn't believe it but the more she thought about it, the more she realized she might actually take a bullet for Dean. It was ridiculous though. Bela never cared about anyone but herself and Dean cared about everyone except himself. The two were polar opposites yet maybe it's true when they say that opposites attract.
Bela finally had enough of this and decided to help the boys regardless of how Dean feels about this. She didn't get ten feet before she saw two figures trying their best to climb over the fences of a nearby house. Pulling out a pistol, she headed towards the backyard where the figures had climbed into. She kicked the wooden fence blocking her open and stepped into the backyard gun drawn and couldn't believe her eyes. Two people were about to climb the fence to the next yard which just happened to be where the Impala was parked. She couldn't see either of their faces but she could tell that one was a woman with long black hair and the other was a man stripped down to his underwear.
"Going skinny dipping in the neighbor's pool?" Bela called out. The two turned around and Bela's jaw nearly hit the ground. The man in his underwear turned out to be Sam but that wasn't even the weirdest thing. The person Bela thought was a woman was actually Dean. He now had long hair, a thinner body, and judging from the two bumps underneath his shirt had breasts as well. "Wha….wha…what happened?" Bela tried to ask without bursting into laughter.
"The trickster was waiting for us," grumbled Dean.
"And decided we haven't been entertaining enough to kill us yet," added Sam.
"So she what? Stripped you of your clothing and Dean of his masculinity?" Bela asked sarcastically.
"Can we talk about this later?" snapped Dean.
The three headed back to the Impala and Sam decided to explain things in more detail. Apparently the trickster turned Dean feminine and disappeared. The Winchesters managed to free themselves from their bindings when Sam felt like he was being boiled alive. He was sweating so profusely that he took off his shirt and strangely started feeling a little better. But got worse again until he took off his pants. He felt fine so he tried putting them all back on and then felt like he was in an oven again. Apparently the trickster made it so his body won't let him wear anything other than underwear, socks, and shoes.
Bela was giggling like a lunatic as the three got into the Impala. Dean turned on the car and immediately the radio turned on playing Aerosmith's Dude Looks Like a Lady. Bela had to suppress a laugh as an annoyed Dean changed the station. The next song that played was Nelly's Hot in Here. "It's getting hot in here so take off all your clothes." Now Bela completely lost it, busting into laughter. Dean turned the radio off but the music kept playing.
"What the hell?" Dean wondered out loud.
"Will that shut that off?" grumbled Sam.
"I'm trying. This damn thing won't shut up," Dean replied. He tried changing the station again and went right to the Aerosmith song. Dean changed it again only for it to be the Nelly song. In fact it didn't matter what channel he turned to, it was either one of the two songs.
"It's the trickster," Sam sighed, realized what had happened.
"That bitch messed up my car!" Dean shouted. "I am going to kill her! You hear me you psychotic chocolate loving freak! I am going to kill…Bela stop laughing!"
(I know everyone's favorite angel in witness protection hadn't shown up yet but he will. Personally I think this is the funniest chapter of anything I've ever written and yes I know, I torture the Winchesters too much. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and please review.)
