Bobby was doing his best to keep a straight face as Sam explained the whole situation over the phone. He always knew tricksters had a wicked sense of humor but in all his years, Bobby never heard of one of them doing something like this. Turning Dean femine and making Sam an ideal candidate for the Chippendales.

"What exactly do we do Bobby?" Sam asked.

"Well there's only two ways to get out of this. Either you get the Trickster to undue what's she done to you two or you kill her," answered Bobby.

"I have a feeling it's going to be the latter," muttered Sam.

"Do you have any stakes left?" asked Bobby.

"Just one," replied Sam.

"Then you'd better make it count boy. That trickster is watching you and the moment she's done toying with you two, Dean's breast size will be the least of your problems," Bobby commented.

"We know. Right now Bela's out checking the trickster's work place for any clues on who it might be targeting next. Aside from ourselves," stated Sam.

"And how's Dean handling all of this?" asked Bobby.


"Well…he's dealing with it," gulped Sam. And by dealing with it, he meant not very well. Dean was livid the whole ride back to the motel room. It didn't help that Bela was consistently making various transvestite jokes. The three grabbed their things and checked out of the motel. The trickster knew they were coming before which meant she might know which motel they were staying at. So the Winchesters decided to find another motel and bunker down. Bela wasn't thrilled about the idea but she didn't have much choice in the matter.

"I'll get there as soon as I can. Until then you two watch your asses. Bela too," Bobby said. Thankfully Bela wasn't overhearing this conversation or she might have started making a few jokes.

"We will Bobby," Sam said. Bobby hung up just as Dean re-entered the house after taking a bathroom break outside. Downside of being in a vacated house was no electricity or running water, including a working toilet. Dean stepped inside with a strange look on his face. "That…was weird," he shivered.

Sam was about to ask what he meant until he remembered a few things probably changed on his brother. "I don't want to know," Sam commented.

"Did you talk to Bobby?" asked Dean.

"Yeah. He'll get here as soon as he can. Until then he says to lay low," answered Sam.

"And Bela?" asked Dean. He got his answer when Sam's phone rang.

"Speak of the devil," Sam muttered before answering.

"Or close enough," commented Dean.

"Good news for a change. I think I know where the trickster will strike next," Bela said.

"How?" asked Sam, putting her on speaker.

"Our sex changer kept a scrapbook in her house. Loads of photos and incriminating evidence of various people throughout the town. Our preacher who met the perverted squirrel kept a large stash of child pornography. No wonder his wife didn't shed a tear for him. Our trampled reindeer victim had struck a screaming child at a supermarket, guy at the barber shop assaulted his ex-wife in front of their daughter, and our drowning victim who lived across the street from the trickster robbed a bank and shot a cop who was there off duty with her four year old son," explained Bela.

"Sounds like the trickster's targeting people who've harmed or traumatized children," Sam thought out loud.

"Whatever. Who's she going after next?" Dean demanded impatiently.

"Bus driver named Max Forester. In his youth, the man drove under the influence and got into a car accident. Max walked away but he put a twelve year old permeantly into a wheelchair," answered Bela.

"Alright come pick us up," said Dean.

"You sure we shouldn't get you more appropriately dressed first Dean? I just passed by a Victoria's Secret retailer and they have a sale of Double D sized bras," chuckled Bela. Dean snatched the phone out of Sam's hands and snapped it shut. Bela was no doubt laughing hysterically after that. She was enjoying this much more than the Winchesters were.


Bela picked up the Winchesters and drove them to Max's house. She did question having the two of them going on a hunt in their current conditions but they refused to just sit on their hands. Killing the trickster was the only way to revert them back to normal so they were willingly to be in public looking as ridiculous as they were.

"Are you sure you don't want me to just tail this guy by myself? We don't know when the trickster is going after him," pointed out Bela.

"I'll take my chances," grumbled Dean.

"I thought Bobby wanted the two of you to lay low until he gets here," Bela added.

"Like I said, I'll take my chances," Dean glared at her.

"Look I don't like it anymore then you Dean but Bela actually has a point. If we stay out here too long, we're bound to attract attention," said Sam.

"So? Nothing illegal about three adults in a parked car," Dean growled at his brother.

"By adults you mean a transvestite and someone who looks like his clothes got stolen while skinny dipping?" chuckled Bela.

Dean was about to lay into her when a scream could be heard inside of Max's house. Guess they didn't need to wait long after all. The three jumped out of the Impala and rushed to the door. Dean was the first through, kicking it open with a pistol drawn. Sam was right behind him with his weapon and Bela followed from behind. Bela were expecting some kind of monster inside attacking poor Max. Instead they found a swarm of Hamsters attacking a man with hammers and knifes. The little critters turned around and glared at the intruders.

"So you didn't take the boss's hint huh? Then it's time to get Hamster-danced bitches," one of the hamsters spoke. The critters all screamed and charged. Bela might have found this whole situation ridiculous if the hamsters didn't have hammers, knifes, and various others things they could use to kill her. Not to mention there were dozens of the little furballs. Bela dashed towards the stairs with the Winchesters right behind her.

"Dee dee daa doo doo dee pa de en do!" the hamsters shouted the Hamster Dance song like a battle cry.

"I really hate that song," grumbled Dean as they reached the top of the stairs. The murderous critters were right behind them as they raced into a nearby bedroom and shut the door. The hamsters started banging away with their various weapons while Dean opened the window. "Bela get the car ready. Me and Sam will get check on Max," he said.

Bela leaped out of the window and rushed towards the Impala with the Winchesters jumping out as soon as she was clear. She got into the car and started it up. "Hurry up Winchester," she muttered impatiently banging her fingers on the steering wheel. Soon Sam bolted out the front door by himself. Guess Max didn't make it.

"Where's Dean?" Bela demanded as Sam jumped into the car.

"He'll be here in a second. He wanted to make sure those little furballs didn't escape," explained Sam.

"And how is he going to do that?" groaned Bela. That damn eldest Winchester constantly putting himself in danger frustrated her to no end. Before Sam could answer, an explosion rocked the house. Flames blasted out of the windows sending broken glasses everywhere. Bela would have screamed had not been in shock. She got out of the car and was about to rush blindly in to search for Dean when he came jogging around the house without a care in the world.

"Wow that was close," he chuckled. Bela gave him a death glare, certain to give him hell later on for worrying her like this.


"Let me get this straight. You ripped out the gas line to the stove, set a magazine inside of a toaster oven, then lured those psychotic ewoks into the basement then escaped via a window," Bela recapped Dean's explanation as they along with Sam on their way back to the motel room.

"Got the idea from a Jason Bourne movie," quipped Dean. The joke didn't seem to lighten Bela's mood.

"And at what point did you stop and think that maybe that was a stupid idea?!" she snapped.

"It worked didn't it?" shrugged Dean. Being so dismissive about the topic only seemed to infuriate her more. Bela probably was going to lay into him some more when Dean's cell phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out and answered, "Hello?"

"Good morning sunshine," answered the voice of Rachel Salas. The damn trickster behind all of this.

"How the hell did you get this number bitch?" growled Dean. That caught everyone else's attention. Trickster Dean mouthed to the others.

"You left your card with the local police department," replied Rachel. Downside of sometimes involving local law enforcement. "I take it you're skipping town?"

"Guess again sweetheart. I'm still planning on skewering your ass." stated Dean.

"You make it sound so dirty," joked Rachel. "What if I told I was done playing games?"

"I'd call you a lying bitch," smiled Dean.

"Language little girl. I'm completely serious. I'll even tell you where I am," Rachel offered.

"So you can lure us into a trap? No thanks," Dean replied

"I think you'll change your mind once you turn on the news," the trickster said.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" demanded Dean.

"You'll find out," chuckled Rachel before hanging up.

"Call the sheriff now Sam," Dean ordered.

His brother nodded and pulled out his own cell phone. "Hello...Sheriff Blake I was wondering…?" Sam started to say. "…What?...When did this happen?... No I'm sorry but we already left the state. I wish I we could help…No it's nothing. You've got your hands full as it is. Good luck."

That didn't sound good. Sam hung up before saying, "A school bus went missing."

"So?" shrugged Bela.

"Full of children," Sam added with a hint of anger behind it.

"How many?" asked Dean.

"About twenty. The bus picked up all its students but never showed up at school. Every law enforcement agency in the county is looking for them," Sam answered.

"Wonderful," muttered Bela.

"This doesn't make any sense. The trickster always targeted people who hurt children either physically or mentally. Kidnapping children doesn't match her MO," Sam said.

"She's a psychotic murdering bitch Sam. Who cares what her motives are?" Dean snapped.

The radio suddenly turned off, something that was impossible considering Dean disconnected the power cables to the unit after the two songs of Dudes Looks Like a Lady and Hot in Here wouldn't stop playing. "HEAT OF THE MOMENT!"

"Dean shut that off!" snapped Sam. He really hated that song after that whole time loop mess.

"I disconnected it," frowned Dean.

"Hey fellas!" a stranger suddenly appeared into the back of the Impala. Everyone nearly screamed and Bela nearly lost control of the Impala. Dean turned around to the back seats and realized this whole situation just got a whole lot worse. The male trickster they faced off with twice before was sitting next to Sam with a smile on his face as he examined poor Sam's exposed chest.

"You work out Sammy?" the trickster chuckled then winked.

"You!" Sam shouted.

The trickster turned his attention to the eldest Winchester and busted up laughing. "Dean I always knew you loved the opposite sex but not this much," he chuckled.

"Who the bloody hell is he?" demanded Bela.

"He's a damn trickster that's what. The same one who tried to kill us with Leatherface then put Sam in a time loop. " Dean explained glaring daggers at the new passenger.

"And who is the lady friend? I thought you two weren't into three ways," joked the trickster.

Dean was about to yell at him for the joke then realized something. "Wait a second. That other trickster we've been fighting the whole time was you," he spoke.

The trickster scoffed, "Figures. I put a little fun in your lives and try to teach you some life lessons and this is the thanks I get. Blamed for every spook and critter you run across."

"Oh really?" frowned Sam, not believing a word the trickster said. "You expect us to believe there are two tricksters in the same town?"

"Boys as much as I love making your lives miserable, this time I'm completely innocent. I was just passing through when I noticed your beloved car. Heard Dean was sprung out of the Burning Alcatraz so I figured I'd pop in and see how you were doing," explained the trickster.

"I was doing much better when you weren't around," Dean growled.

"Is it that time of the month for you?" chuckled the trickster. Sam suddenly pulled out a stake and slammed into the deity's chest. Amazingly it didn't even seem to hurt him. The trickster sighed, pulled the weapon out, and handed it back to a stunned Sam. "Believe me now?" he asked. That stake had one of the victim's blood on it so it should have worked if it was the right trickster. Maybe this one was innocent after all.

"So you say you've run into another trickster. Give me some details and I might be able be able to tell you who you're dealing with," offered the trickster.

"I've got a better idea. How about you disappear and do something more productive like annoy some dictator in the Middle East?!" snapped Dean.

"I've done my civic duty to humanity. Who do you think iced Joseph Stalin?" replied the trickster.

"Stalin died of a cerebral hemorrhage," Bela commented.

The trickster smiled, "So they say."

"Look Dean maybe he can help us," Sam suggested. Dean glared at his younger brother but didn't say anything. Let them talk as long as it was just talk. "This trickster has killed four people and the killings all have some musical theme to them," Sam explained.

"Like?" asked the trickster.

"An old woman getting run over by a reindeer, a pastor bleeding out from a squirrel bite, a barber whose shop is covered in blood especially around a plant, and a bunch of murderous hamsters singing the hamster dance song," answered Sam.

The trickster laughed harder and harder with each detail. "And let me guess. All of the victims did something to children?" he asked.

"So you do know who's behind this?" Bela interjected.

"Her real name is Eris," nodded the trickster.

"The Greek Goddess of Chaos," sighed Sam.

"How appropriate," muttered Dean. His cell phone went off and he recognized the number. "Where are the kids?" he demanded.

"Temper temper missy," chuckled Eris. "Our first date didn't work out so well so our second one will be at your place. I'm at your old motel room. Come find me and I'll tell you where they are. You have one hour then I'm gone and you'll never find me," she added before hanging up.


Bela didn't like this at all. The Winchesters decided to sneak inside and stake the Eris while they possibly had the element of surprise. The male trickster decided to sit back and watch, probably finding all of this amusing. The plan was simple. Dean would go through the front door and distract her while Sam snuck in via the bathroom window. Hopefully Dean could get the trickster to fess up the children's location then his brother could stake the bitch in the back. Or if Eris decided to do this the hard way, shove the stake into her back and threaten to put it through her heart if she doesn't talk.

"And where do I fit in all of this?" asked Bela.

"There's nothing you can do. We've only got one stake and there's no point you risking your life being bait alongside me so you're staying out here," Dean stated.

Bela couldn't believe it. Are they seriously leaving her out of this yet again? "Like hell I'm just sitting out here," she snapped.

"You're not. You're going to keep an eye on him," Sam said, pointing to the male trickster. A pointless task to say the least. If this deity decided to do something, there wasn't much Bela could do to stop him.

"He means that with affection," the trickster whispered to Bela.

"Did I forget to mention this is a stupid plan?" Bela fumed.

"No you didn't. This is the third time you've said that," muttered Sam.

Dean pulled Bela aside, away from Sam and the trickster's ears. "Don't say this to him but Sammy was right about one thing. You shouldn't be here," he told her.

"First you want to stay with you now you don't want me around?" Bela growled.

"I wanted to keep you around so I can keep an eye on you but the truth is as long as you're with us, you're always going to be in danger," explained Dean.

"I can take of myself. I was a hunter before I became a thief," Bela stated.

"Actually that doesn't surprise me considering all you know about anything supernatural. But you're not anymore Bela," Dean pointed out.

"I was endangering my live long before I met you Dean," protested Bela.

"Yeah but not because of me," Dean replied. Bela wanted to yell that it wasn't about him but the truth was he was right. She wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for him. Bela didn't care about saving anyone of those people Eris killed or even about the children that were missing. It was cold hearted but that's how she's always been. Until she met Dean and a switch went off inside her head. Suddenly Bela cared but it was only for him. Not Sam, not Bobby, or anyone else. Just Dean Winchester.

"Will you two kiss already? I want to see some hot lesbian action," the trickster called out. That irritated both of them enough to finally end their awkward silence.

"Dean the last time you went after her without me, you needed Double D bras afterwards. What if this time she turns you into a ferret or a frog?" muttered Bela.

"Well you can kiss me and turn me back to normal," chuckled Dean. Bela glared at him, realizing she walked right into that one. "Look Bela I know you can take care of yourself but this isn't your fight."

"Yes it is," Bela told him before heading to the Impala's trunk and grabbed a pistol. Dean was actually impressed. This wasn't the first time Bela had decided to intervene when the Winchesters were in trouble. When she stole the Colt, she could have simply taken it and leave. But instead Bela helped them save Bobby's life and then stayed to help save Dean when he was in the same mess. Maybe there was hope for her after all.

"I don't believe it. Dean Winchester is actually smitten with a single woman," the trickster commented.

"Bite me," growled Dean.

"Don't tempt me sweetie," the trickster chuckled. Dean shook his head and headed off to join Bela and Sam. "FYI. This is exactly what Eris does best. She toys with you then leads you right where she wants you before ending the game."

Dean turned around and shouted, "Killing people and kidnapping children isn't a damn game!"

"Which is why I'm going to help you," the trickster said. That was the last thing anybody expected him to say though Dean figured this was just another joke. "I'm serious. She took a bunch of kids and that's a big red flag to me. Sure I've given a lot of people their comeuppance but never children."

"You're serious?" Sam frowned.

"First time for everything," shrugged the trickster. He cracked his knuckles and said, "Time to watch a maestro at work ladies."

The trickster snapped his fingers, causing the Impala's radio to start playing The Eye of the Tiger. So much for taking this serious. He then marched towards the motel room. The Winchesters and Bela all shared the same of look of annoyance before following him. The trickster stopped in front of the room and with a motion of a finger, the door went flying open.

"Loki!" Eris's could be heard gasping inside. Either she was a good actress or she truly didn't know the other trickster was in town. More importantly, Dean finally had a name to the deity that's made their lives a living hell more than once. He took cover at the door with Bela on the other side, waiting to rush in and put a few wooden bullets into the first trickster that tried something. It wouldn't kill either of them but it would at least hurt them. Hopefully long enough for Sam to get into position and put that stake into Eris.

"Hello Eris. Been a few centuries," Loki said as he stepped inside.

"What are you doing here?" asked Eris.

"Just passing through. Heard you've been busy," replied Loki.

"A girl needs a hobby," chuckled Eris.

"Look Eris. I love you're work. A perverted squirrel, singing killer hamsters, a reindeer with road rage, and that killer plant was the best," laughed Loki.

"Little Shop of Horrors is a favorite of mine," agreed Eris.

Loki sighed, "But…you took a bunch of kids."

"C'mon Loki I needed leverage to get those three hunters out in the open. If they just left me alone, none of this would have happened," protested Eris.

"I like to cross the line now and again as well but not like this. Where are they?" Loki inquired.

"Someplace safe," Eris assured him.

"Eris darling we can do this the easy way or the hard way," Loki stated.

"Oh yeah? I've always prefer the hard way," Eris challenged him. Dean leaned in to get a look inside. Eris stormed right up to Loki, both seemingly ready for a fight.

Loki suddenly turned around and said, "Sorry kiddies but this is about to get to graphic and you don't have your parents' permission to watch what happens next."

With a motion of his finger, the door slammed shut and nearly hitting Dean in the face. He tried to open it but it was locked. Then he tried kicking it open but the door wouldn't budge. They weren't getting in through there. "C'mon," Dean told Bela, leading her around to the other side of the building where the room's bathroom window was located. It was already open, most likely from Sam sneaking inside. They were about climb through when Sam started climbing out.

"The bathroom door is sealed," he explained.

"Great. Now what do we do?" grumbled Bela.

"Find the nearest semi-truck and run it through the room," Dean suggested.

"Won't that piss off both of them?" Bela asked.

"I couldn't care less at this point," Dean growled. The three headed around the front of the building when they could hear noises inside. They moved towards the front door to get a better idea of what was happening.

"Are you going to tell me where they are?" Loki's voice could be heard along with the sounds of a creaking bed.

"No…no…no…" gasped Eris.

"Is he torturing her?" asked Sam.

"No…oh…oh," Eris gasped over and over again. "Oh…oh…OH!OH!OH!OH!"

The Winchesters and Bela shared a look of shock and disgust as they slowly realized what was going on inside. "I don't think he's torturing her," Bela quipped.

"You've got to be kidding me," groaned Dean.

"They're not…oh gross!" Sam moaned.

"Are you going to tell me now?!" Loki shouted.

"YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!" Eris yelled over and over again. Finally the shouts ended, replaced with complete silence.

The door swung open as Loki stepped outside with a triumphant smirk on his face and found the Winchesters and Bela with their mouths hanging open. "The kids are in an old warehouse a few miles out of town. Eris turned it into an indoor amusement park. They were never in any danger. Hell they're probably having the time of their lives. Here's the address," he said before handing Dean two cards. One had an address on it but the other had a phone number on it.

"Who's number is this?" asked Dean.

Loki then seemed to realize what the eldest Winchester was carrying then snatched it back. "That's mine," he insisted. Then he turned to look inside where Eris was lying on the bed with a satisfied look on her face. She gave Loki a wink then disappeared. Instantly, Dean could feel himself changing. His long hair, large breasts, and other things were going back to normal. He turned to Sam who suddenly started shivering.

"Was there supposed to be a weather front today?" he asked. The younger Winchester handed the stake in his hand to Dean and then quickly headed towards the Impala, hopefully to get his clothes on. Dean hoped that was the last time he ever saw his brother like that.

"And as much as I enjoyed your previous transformations, I convinced Eris to undo everything she's done to you and leave you alone. Provided you hand over the last stake you were going to use to kill her," Loki explained. He held out his hand and Dean got to the impression this wasn't a request. He grumbled as he handed the stake over to the trickster. Loki's hand glowing and the stake was lite ablaze, turning to ash in seconds.

"When you said you helped us, I didn't think you'd do it like this," Dean stated.

"Sex is how all tricksters resolve their issues with each other. If you humans did the same, you'd be a lot less violent," Loki chuckled. "Well it's a blast seeing you again boys. Can't wait until we do this again," he continued before he snapped his fingers and disappeared.

Sam rejoined them fully clothed as they headed to the Impala. "I wouldn't exactly put this one in the win column. Those tricksters are still out there," Dean muttered.

"Well they've moved on and we're about to become media heroes after we bring those children home," Bela pointed out.

"Yeah that's not going to happen," said Sam. "We're still wanted fugitives along with being on the hit list of every demon on the planet."

"There goes my exclusive with Oprah," sighed Bela.

"I'd prefer Natalie Morales," Dean chuckled and was quite pleased with himself by the resulting jealous glare from Bela.

"I'll be happy to forget the past two days," grumbled Sam.

"At least you didn't need to sit down to use a toilet," replied Dean.

The three got into the Impala and were beat. Dean was happy they were all fine and that everything worked out all right. He was also impressed with Bela. Dean wasn't sure if she helped because she actually cared or out of some self-preservation need to keep the Winchesters alive to continue helping her. Whatever the reasons, Dean felt there was finally some hope for her. He turned the key on the ignition and suddenly the Impala's radio came alive.

"The Eye of the Tiger!" played on the speakers. Dean tried to turn it off or even turn down the volume but nothing worked just like last time. Then he realized what happened. Loki gave him a parting gift. "That son of a bitch!"

(I didn't call Loki by his right name because the Winchesters hadn't figured it out yet. This chapter went through so many different versions. It was originally going to be longer with a subplot of Eris making the Impala come alive and it becomes jealous of Dean's interest in Bela. But I couldn't work it properly and I thought this was good enough. Next chapter Yellow Fever with Bela trying to help Dean during his panic sickness. It'll be a lot shorter but I felt it needed it's own chapter.)