As soon as she pressed the button for Dr. Pepper, the hallway around her shifted. The walls rippled and the floor became like liquid. She began to sink down into the floor until she was completely submerged. When she opened her eyes again, she was resting in a small room with an antique four poster bed with a translucent curtain around it. Light was spilling through the curtain onto the bed and beside of her in the bed laid a handsome young man. He was shirtless and one arm was curled beneath his head, his other hand was resting on his bare stomach. His light brown hair was slightly messy and he was half covered by the bed sheets.

Ella stared for a full ten seconds, half in awe of the man's attractiveness, the other half in confusion and terror. She jumped from the bed and reached for the knife she usually kept in her back pocket, but found it empty. "Who the hell are you? Where am I?"

The young man yawned slightly and stretched his arms over his head, pulling his lean muscles taunt before he relaxed and opened his eyes. He looked up at her and grinned, pushing himself to his elbows. "Well, good morning, darling." At the questions, he arched one brow lightly then held up his hand that boasted a golden band. "Why... Your husband, dear."

"Haha, yeah, very funny. This is obviously a very strange, really vivid dream, from which I'm going to wake up... now." She squeezed her eyes shut and then reopened them. Her eyes fell down to her own hand which was adorned by a very large sparkling diamond ring. "Oh you have got to be kidding me... This has got to be the worst hangover ever..."

"No, my lovely little gumdrop, this is not a dream." The young man said as he climbed from the bed. He reached over into a glass bowl on the nightstand by the bed and plucked out a peppermint, popping it into his mouth before he walked around the edge of the bed toward her. He was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers. He grinned and tapped the tip of her nose with the pad of his index finger. "And you're not drunk, silly. Don't you remember our glorious wedding?"

Ella glared at the man. "Does this LOOK like the face of someone who has any memory of ANYTHING whatsoever involving you, least of all a WEDDING?" She spoke the sentence quickly, all in one breath.

He laughed softly and shook his head. "Oh my dear little Ella. Here!" He snapped his fingers and walked over to a bookshelf, grabbing a scrapbook off of the shelf. "I have the pictures." He walked over to her and opened the book. "See, here we are saying out vows... and oh," He chuckled. "Here are photos from our wedding night..." He said with a smirk.

Ella's eyes widened at the photographs and quickly snatched the book from him, slamming it shut and tossing it on the end of the bed. She crossed her arms over her chest, backing away a bit slowly. Her eyes examined the room, looking for any possible weapon or an exit. She spotted a door, glancing over her shoulder as she started to back away slowly. "Well, it's been fun meeting you and all... but I've really gotta-" Before she finished the sentence she broke into a run, slinging the door open and running through the hallway. It was a long hallway, dimly lit and doors everywhere. She hesitated for a split second before opening one of them and running down a staircase, that stopped abruptly about twenty steps down. There was no door, or even a hallway, just a wall. "What the..." she mumbled arching her brow as she walked back up the staircase.

The young man did not stop smiling as she backed away and did not make any attempt to stop her as she made a break for the door. Whistling a little to himself, he walked to the dresser and pulled open one of the drawers. The drawer was packed to the point of almost overflowing with candy bars and lollipops and other candies. He plucked out a cherry lollipop and unwrapped it, popping it into his mouth before he closed the drawer and walked after her to the top of the stairs. "Isn't this place fun? This," He spread out his arms. "Is the Winchester Mystery House."

Ella glared at him for a moment before glancing around the hall. "I've heard of this place... but shouldn't it be packed with tourists right about now?"

"Well, yes, but you see, I thought of that. So I made this myself for my house. It's just like the Mystery House except no tourists, and it's more fun because this house changes. So you never know where you're going to end up." He said, pulling his lollipop from his mouth. "Are you hungry? We have some wedding cake left in the kitchen."

Ella eyed him carefully as she followed after him slowly. "Where's my sister? And Sam and Dean? Kidnap me and stick me in a copycat Winchester Mystery House, claiming to be my husband all you want, but if you hurt them, I swear to God I will kill you."

As he led her down the hallway, she noticed large paintings hanging from the walls. The paintings were replicas of old fashioned portraits of naked women, but as she looked at them more closely, she saw that they all were of her. "Oh, gumdrop, don't worry so much it causes wrinkles you know." He said around the lollipop. He started down a spiraled staircase. "Why would I hurt them? Having them wondering where you are and if you're alright... it is much more fun."

Ella followed him, trying to keep her eyes from looking up at the portraits on the wall. "This is fun for you? You're sick, you know that?"

"Sick? No, I'm not sick. I'm perfectly well, and so are you! You're just fine. I'm having a little fun." He said with a grin. "Besides, these angels think they are so high and mighty, that they can just do whatever they want. And that one, Castiel, he seems to have an interest in you. Plus, I have a beef with those Winchester boys anyway. And, the icing on the cake, you're a babe!" He counted off on his fingers. "Get to stick it to the angels, the Winchesters, and hang out with a hot girl. So three birds with one stone, it's great!"

Ella stared at him. Her eyes wandered down to the lollipop in his hand, and a few candy wrappers that were laying on the floor, and then back up at him. "Giving them their just desserts, huh?"

The young man smiled broadly, taking the lollipop from his mouth and pointing it toward her before putting it back into his mouth. "Precisely. Now... cake?" He asked as they stepped down off the stairs into the huge kitchen.

"You're a trickster. You're the one who put Sam in that time loop last year, and made Dean die over and over... I should have known it was you, you looked so familiar," Ella said, cursing under her breath. "How long do you plan on keeping this up? Huh?"

The Trickster had moved toward a seven layer white cake and had begun to cut a large piece of it with a large knife. He turned and glanced toward her with a smile. "Ah, my reputation precedes me." He served himself a piece of cake and turned toward her. "Want a piece, gumdrop? It's delicious really." He lifted his hand and licked the icing off of the tips of his fingers. "How long? As long as I can." He said with a grin.

"Stop calling me that," she said, glaring. "You've made your point, you've had your... fun. Now let me go."

"No, I don't think so. We have to wait for the others to get here." He said with a broad grin. "I don't suppose you want any food then." He licked the icing off of the knife and tossed it away, letting it fall

into the sink before he sat down on the edge of the table and started to eat his piece of cake. "You see, they're going to come running here after you and then... it'll be like rats in a maze. They won't know which way is up." He giggled. "It's going to be marvelous, you'll see."

"How do you know they're even going to show up here? They have no idea where I am," Ella said, inching over to the sink.

"Oh of course they do! I told them," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "What would be the fun of having this big maze for them to run themselves crazy in if they didn't know where it was? I mean, they would find you eventually anyway, they always do. Meddlers, that's what they are. But see, it would take to long for them to find us by themselves."

Ella moved to where her back was against the counter, and she slid over to the sink, moving her hand behind her and pulling the knife out of the sink and hiding it behind her back as she slowly approached him from behind. "Fun time's over," she said before bringing the knife down into his back.

The Trickster was eating his cake and still talking to her, rambling on about various things when she drove the knife into his back. He jerked and dropped the plate that he had been eating from and it crashed to the floor, shattering. He coughed up a little blood, his brows furrowing as he fell forward then collapsed onto the floor of the kitchen, blood spreading out beneath him as it soaked the bare skin of his back. From behind her came the sound of someone clucking their tongue. "Now, Ella, that wasn't very nice at all!" The Trickster stepped forward, looking at the fallen body as it began to dissolve and pale blue smoke issued from it until it had vanished along with the blood. He shook his head as he curved his arms around her waist from behind and leaned over her shoulder to look at her. "Little knives like that won't kill me. You're a hunter, you should know this."

Ella swallowed, squeezing her eyes shut as his arms wrapped around her. She hoped Sam, Dean, and Oshea found her soon; she had nothing to kill the Trickster with, and no way to get out of there on her own.