Sam cursed as he stepped back into the hotel room, slamming the door behind himself. "I don't believe this." Oshea was sitting on the edge of the bed, tears gathering in her eyes.

"Where could she have gone?" She said quietly.

Sam ran his fingers through his hair. "I should have gone with her. I shouldn't have let her out of my sight."

"It's not your fault," Oshea said with a shake of her head. "You couldn't have known that this would happen."

Sam shook his head and sat down heavily on his and Ella's bed, He looked up at the pillow and frowned as he saw the candy wrapper laying there. He had thought at first that it was from the chocolates on the pillows that Dean always ate, but the chocolate from the hotel sat untouched on the other pillow. He leaned forward and grabbed it, cursing again. "Dean! There's an address on this wrapper!"

Dean walked back into the room from the bathroom doorway, where he had been standing on the phone with Bobby. He quickly hung up and walked over to Sam, jerking the wrapper out of his hand and staring at it for a moment. "Crap. The Trickster."

Oshea frowned her brows furrowing as she looked between them. "The Trickster? You mean a trickster took her?"

"Not just any trickster, a trickster that has it out for us." Sam said lowly. "You know this is a trap, Dean."

Dean nodded, looking up from the wrapper. "Yeah, I know. But you know we have to go..." He said, jerking up his duffle bag he had just unpacked a little earlier and throwing all of his stuff back in it. "Come on, we've got a ten hour drive ahead of us."

Sam cursed loudly and began to shove his things back into his own bag. "When I get my hands on him, I'm going to rip him apart." He growled under his breath. Oshea frowned worriedly as she stood up and started to quickly pack her back and grab Ella's.

"Dean, do you think she's okay? Would this Trickster hurt her?"

Dean shook his head as he stopped at the door. "I doubt it. But we can't take any chances."

xx

The ride was a quiet one. It was dawn when they arrived at the next hotel, and they dropped their things off inside the building before continuing onward to the address that had been messily scrawled on the underside of the wrapper. They were all exhausted, but none of them wanted to waste time sleeping while Ella was in danger. The house that they found was a decrepit two story plantation house sitting in an

open field miles away from any other home or any form of civilization. Plants were growing up the side of the building, the windows were all either broken or dusty and cracked, one of the support beams that stretched from the porch's awning to the front steps was broken. Paint was peeling off of the walls and the front door was hanging askew in the door frame. Oshea rubbed her eyes and sighed as she stood leaned against the side of the Impala while Dean and Sam dug through the trunk to get the weapons they would need. "Are we sure this is the right place? It looks like it is going to fall apart any second..."

Dean pulled out three wooden stakes, handing one to Oshea and the other to Sam. He let the trunk slam closed as they approached the house, hesitating for a moment. "I guess we'll see when we get inside..." Dean said, and then looked over at Sam. "Ladies first," he said with a smirk.

Oshea took the stake and gripped it tightly in her left hand as she followed after Dean and Sam. When they reached the house, Sam's brows furrowed and he glared at Dean a moment before he shook his head and grumbling to himself stepped toward the house and opened the door. As soon as they stepped inside, the house groaned and creaked. Inside the house was massive and though it was not modern, it was in much better shape than the outside had looked.

"This is... weird," Dean said, arching a brow. In front of them was a very long hallway, and the same was found on their left and right. There were doors on each wall surrounding them. "I would say we should split up, but we all know how that always ends."

"Splitting up is always a bad idea," Oshea said with a nod. "Or so I've learned from watching horror movies for most of my life." Sam sighed as he looked around at all of the doors and hallways. He started to speak then closed his mouth, his brows furrowing.

"Is it just me... or does this place look... familiar."

"It's not just you, Sammy... I think... I think this is the Winchester Mystery House... I read about it in dad's journal... look," he said, pointing up at the chandelier hanging above them. "Thirteen is everywhere... thirteen candles," he gestured over to the stain glass window behind them. "Thirteen stones..." He pulled out the candy wrapper from his pocket. "And the address, instead of it being 525 South Winchester Blvd, it's 525 Dark Corner Rd."

"So this is a fake mystery house, wonderful." Oshea said with a sigh as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"We'll have to be really careful then. Some of the doors open onto nothing, you could easily walk out of a two or three story door and fall out of the house." Sam said.

"How are we supposed to find Ella in all of this? She could be anywhere, and if we get close, the Trickster could just move her." Oshea said in exasperation.

"Or a fourth story door," Dean added, and then shook his head at Oshea. "No, this trap is for me and Sam. The trickster could really care less about Ella. He should be showing his ugly little face any minute now..."

"Now is that any way to treat your host? After I invited you to my lovely home, baked a pie," the Trickster had appeared behind them, looping his arms around Oshea and pinning her arms against her sides

as he pulled her to his chest. He leaned his head over her shoulder and leaned his temple against hers. "I must say, boys, you've done one heck of a job picking your lovers. That Ella, mmm..." He closed his eyes and licked his lips a little before opening his eyes again, grinning wolfishly. "She was -amazing-... you don't look like you'd be too bad yourself, sweetie." He said, nuzzling Oshea's cheek.

Sam's jaw tightened as he gripped the stake so hard his knuckles became white. "If you've touched Ella..."

Dean glared, before pulling the stake into view. "You might want to consider backing the hell off, Trickster," he threatened, gritting his teeth.

The Trickster grinned as he rubbed Oshea's arm. "Oh don't be such a spoil sport. I'm just trying to teach you a very important lesson, Dean. You think that you're so great... that you can just have whatever you want when you want. It doesn't work that way." He chuckled and keeping one arm holding Oshea's arms down, he lifted his hand and turned Oshea to face him, pressing his lips to hers and kissing her deeply. Oshea squirmed and when he pulled away, she panted softly. He stroked back her hair and turned to Sam. "You better find your girlfriend soon." He said, his voice vaguely threatening as he disappeared.

"Son of a..." Dean muttered, his voice trailing off. He stepped over to Oshea, glancing at her for a moment. "You okay?"

Oshea nodded, "Yeah, I just got violated by Trickster tongue, but I'm fine." She said with a grimace. "Come on, we need to find Ella." As they walked through the halls of the house, Oshea arched a brow, looking at the paintings that lined the walls. Once when they were upstairs, Oshea moved to the banister and looked down toward the front door, seeing someone standing just inside. "Castiel? How did you get here, Cas?"

Castiel turned and looked up at her, taking a step toward the stairs. "I took a bus."

Dean arched a brow. "How did you know where to find us since you can't just poof anymore?"

"Bobby called me and told me where to find you," The angel said as he started up the stairs to join them. Just before he reached the top, the house groaned and shifted and there was suddenly a wall where the top of the stairs had been. Oshea sighed, shaking her head. "Oh perfect," She said grumpily. "The house changes." Castiel tilted his head and ran one hand over the surface of the newly formed wall that separated him from the others then turned around, finding a long hall stretching out in front of him. He started down it carefully, glancing into the partially open doors that lined the wall. "Ella? Ella..."

"Oshea!" Dean called out, slamming his hands against the wall that had separated them. He cursed loudly. "You guys be careful," he said before turning to Sam, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. "Stupid house..." he grumbled before walking on.

"It's okay, Dean, we're alright over here!" She called to the wall, hoping at he could hear her. She sighed and turned around, jogging forward a little to catch up with Castiel, who had wandered further down the hall. "Ella! Ella, can you hear me?"

Ella was wandering around on the third floor, but she didn't know that. She had no idea where she was, or if she would ever see life outside of that ridiculously changing house. After a couple of doorways and staircases later, she was on the first floor, roaming the halls. She had been walking for over an hour. Tired, she slumped against a walls in an empty room with no windows. Suddenly, she heard faint voices calling out her name.

"Ella?" Castiel carefully pushed open the door with the toe of his shoe and peered in warily. He and Oshea had nearly gotten trampled a few moments before when Oshea had flung open one of the doors only to find an elephant charging through the room beyond toward the door. They had only just gotten the door closed in time and since had been very careful about which doors they opened. When Castiel saw Ella slumped against the wall, he stepped toward her and knelt down in front of her. "Ella, are you alright?" He had barely gotten the words out of his mouth before he was grabbed from behind by the collar of his trench coat and thrown backwards into the wall.

The Trickster shook his head as he watched Castiel slump to the floor. "So this is the mighty angel Castiel. You don't seem so angelic to me." Castiel was pushing himself up to his feet when the Trickster stepped to him and easily lifted him from the ground, throwing him into the wall beside of Ella. He stepped toward him and grabbed him by the throat, holding him off of the floor and against the wall, his back was facing the doorway. Oshea's eyes widened as she peered into the doorway and saw them. She gripped her stake tight and started toward him. She was just about to drive it into his back when the Trickster turned and knocked the stake from her hands. Still holding Castiel to the wall, he grabbed a fist full of Oshea's hair and flung her through a door that had just appeared. After she had staggered inside, the door vanished.

Oshea pounded against the walls, trying to find a way out, but there were no doors and no windows. Her eyes grew wide as she noticed that the ceiling of the room was descending. It soon was so close that she had to bend down to stand in the room and it continued to drop. "Oh my god... DEAN!" She screamed, lifting her hands to try to stop the ceiling from crushing her. "DEAN! SAM! Somebody help me!"

Dean and Sam heard the screams, and then the sound of Ella's voice. "Sam, Dean, in here!"

They followed her voice to the room where the Trickster and Ella and Cas was, and Dean charged forward, driving the stake into the Trickster's back.

The Trickster stiffened, his brows furrowing as he looked down at the tip of the stake protruding from his chest. "No... fair...," He breathed, dropping Castiel and staggering backwards. Sam rushed over to Ella and knelt down beside of her, "Are you alright, Ella?" He said quickly, looking her over. Oshea closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the ceiling to finally reach her and crush her. When nothing happened, she slowly opened her eyes and saw that the ceiling had stopped just centimeters above her. She released the breath she had been holding and started to push herself toward the door that had appeared behind her. She finally reached it and pushed it open before she darted into the room. "Dean! Dean!"

Dean reached down and yanked the stake out of the Trickster's limp form, looking at it with disgust for a moment before looking over to see Oshea running towards them. The brightly colored wallpaper started to fade, and crack and peel, and as they stepped out into the hallway, they saw that that were no longer in the Winchester Mystery House, and they were now inside the dilapidated home that they had saw when they first showed up. They made their way to the front door of the home, and stepped out on the front porch.

As they all piled into the car, with the Winchester boys sitting in the front and the sisters sitting in the back with Castiel between them, the Trickster's body inside began to ripple then faded as blue smoke eased from it until it vanished.