A/N: Here we go my favorite episode of Supernatural (aside from The French Mistake). Hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural

Natalie brushed out the rest of her hair and took one last glance in the mirror. Finally, she found herself to look decent enough for this case. She clicked her tongue and walked out of the bathroom.

Dean was sitting on the bed, his eyes fixed on the TV. Natalie furrowed her brows curiously, seeing the concentrated gaze in Dean's eyes. She stood next to him and then looked at the TV, having no idea what he was watching.

Her eyes fixed on the screen and soon two people began to make out in an elevator on the show. Natalie's eyes widened and she blinked a couple of times, looking down at Dean, who didn't seem to be phased. Sam walked in, his eyes immediately looking at the television.

"What are you watching?" Sam asked, walking over to stand next to Dean.

Dean looked up at Sam and then back towards the TV, "Hospital show. Dr. Sexy, MD. I think it's based on a book."

Natalie and Sam look at each other, both expressing a look of confusion and amusement. "When did you hit menopause?" Sam finally asked.

Dean closed his eyes and sighed, "It's called channel surfing."

Natalie scoffed, a big grin spreading her lips, "Right, okay Dean. That's exactly what you were doing."

Dean got up and turned off the TV, "All right, Nad. You can show that little sarcastic attitude later."

Natalie shrugged and hummed to herself, "Nah, I think now is a good time for my brilliant sarcasm."

Dean looks at Natalie, his eyes slowly narrowed. Natalie mimicked the same look and the two of them commenced into a silent staredown. Sam looks between the two of them and laughs in amusement. He turns around and picks up his suit jacket. "Are you two ready?"

"Yep." Both Natalie and Dean spoke at the same time. Their staredown continued until Natalie raised her eyebrow then turned to grab her jacket from the bed. She quickly slipped it on and slowly walked past Dean, who continued to eye her.

"This ain't over yet." Dean said to her, before grabbing the car keys from the table.

Sam rolled his eyes, "I swear you both act like little children sometimes."

Natalie smirked and began to back walk towards the door, "What? We can't have a little fun Sam?" Her eyes widened in a questioning look but Sam could also see the amusement that filled them. Sam continued to gaze at Natalie, when another smile appeared on his face. Natalie smiled triumphantly and turned around, walking out of the motel room.

"One more time, the FBI is here, why exactly?"

"Might have something to do with one of your locals getting his head ripped off." Dean explained.

The officer eyed the three of them skeptically. "Bill Randolph died from a bear attack."

"How sure are you that it was a bear?" Sam questioned.

The officer looked over at Sam and shrugged. "Well, what else would it be?"

Dean hummed to himself and shuffled his feet. "Well, whatever it was, it chased Mr. Randolph through the woods, smashed through his front door, then followed him upstairs and killed him in his bedroom."

Natalie bit the inside of her cheek and gazed from Sam and Dean then over to the officer, seeing the slight dazed look on his face. Natalie cleared her throat, "Now is that a common thing. A bear going through all of that trouble...just to get to one guy?" Natalie questioned, her eyes narrowing slightly.

The officer looked at Natalie and sighed, "Depends how pissed off it is, I guess. Look, the Randolph's live way up in high country. You got trout runs to make a grown man weep. And bears."

"Right. Now, what about Mrs. Randolph? The file says that she saw everything that happened." Sam pitched in.

"Yes, she did." The officer sighed sadly and shook his head. "My heart goes out to that poor woman."

"And she said bear." Dean stepped in.

"Kathy Randolph went through a hell of a trauma. She's confused." The officer answered back.

"And, what exactly did she say?" Sam asked.

The officer pointed back to the interview room, "If you want, you guys can question her yourselves. But, please go...easy on her."

Dean smiled and gave a nod, "Thank you, Officer."

Kathy raised her hands and firmly nodded her head, "It was definitely a bear."

"We're sure it was. But see, it helps us to hear every angle. So just tell us what you thought you saw." Dean calmly approached her.

Kathy sighed and wringed her hands together. She knew that they were going to think that she was crazy. "It's impossible, but...I could have sworn I saw...the Incredible Hulk."

Natalie, Dean and Sam all went quiet, their eyes still trained on Kathy who began to think she was going insane. "The Incredible Hulk?" Sam questions just to clarify that is what she had said.

Kathy scoffed, "I told you it's crazy."

"Bana or Norton?" Dean chimed in.

"Oh, no, those movies were terrible." Natalie smirked and her gaze fell. "The TV hulk."

"Lou Ferrigno." Dean said.

"Yes."

"You mean like, Spiky-hair Lou Ferrigno." Dean described. Kathy nodded her head in response. The three of them look at each other, not really sure what to make of it.

"You think I'm crazy." Kathy declared.

"No. Uh, no, it's just...is there, uh, would there by any reason that Lou Ferrigno, the Incredible Hulk, would have a grudge against your husband." Dean asked. Natalie looked at Kathy, her eyes narrowing at Dean's words, thinking that Kathy might find it weird he would ask that.

Kathy gave a confused shake of her head, "No."

"No." Dean repeated and looked over at Sam. Natalie stood up and looked back at Kathy, "Thank you for your time, Mrs. Randolph."

Dean reads through on his laptop, an article he found on the website about the bear attack they were investigating earlier. Dean rubbed his eyes, feeling the drowsiness beginning to set in. Natalie had her head laid against her arm and was mindlessly tracing circles on the table.

The door to the motel room opens causing both Dean and Natalie to snap out of their mind sets. "Hey." Sam said looking over at them.

Dean rubbed his eyes, "Find anything?"

"Well, uh, I went to go look at the house."

"And?" Dean and Natalie asked curiously.

"And there is a giant eight-foot-wide hole where the front door used to be. Almost like, uh—"

"A hulk-sized hole." Dean finished.

Sam shrugged, "Maybe. What do you got?"

Dean settle back in his chair and look at the computer screen, "Well, it turns out that Bill Randolph had quite the temper. He's got two counts of spousal battery, bar brawls and court-ordered anger management sessions. You might say that you wouldn't like him when he's angry."

"So a hothead getting killed by TV's greatest hothead. Kinda sounds like just desserts, doesn't it?" Sam asked. Dean snorts in response. "It's all starting to make sense." Sam added.

Dean stared at Sam with a questioning look, "How is it starting to make sense?"

Sam pulls up a chair at the table and sits down. He then pulls out a handful of candy wrappers from his pocket. "Candy wrappers." He then drops them on the table. "Lots of them."

Natalie stared at the wrappers and eyed Sam warily. "Okay, so...the 'Incredible Hulk' has a huge sweet tooth. What's the big deal with..." Natalie picks up one of the wrappers. "...candy wrappers?"

"Just desserts, sweet tooth, screwing with people before you kill them—we are dealing with a trickster, aren't we?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded looking back down at the wrappers, "It sure looks like it."

"Well good. I've wanted to gank that mother since Mystery Spot." Dean added.

Natalie looked between Sam and Dean, "All right, I have to ask. What's with the grudge against this trickster?"

Dean began to frown at the memory, "Son of a bitch thought it would be hilarious if he iced me about a thousand times."

"Yeah, I had to relive the same damn day, over and over and over again." Sam added. Natalie nodded and hummed in response. "But, you sure you want to kill him, Dean?" Sam asked.

"What are you saying? If you don't want to kill him, then what?" Dean questioned.

"Talk to him." Sam offered.

Dean looked at Sam with a surprised look then laughed, "What?"

"I mean think about it, Dean. He's one of the most powerful creatures we've ever met. Maybe we can use him." Sam added.

Dean eye's widened slightly and he scoffed, "For what?"

"Okay, Trickster's like a Hugh Hefner type, right? Wine, women, song—maybe he doesn't want the part to end. Maybe he hates this angels and demons stuff as much as we do. Maybe he'll help us."

Dean continued to stare at Sam, "You serious about this."

Sam nodded, "Yeah."

"So, you want to ally with the trickster?" Dean asked.

"Yeah."

"A bloody, violent monster, and you wanna be Facebook friends with him? Nice, Sammy."

Sam rolled his eyes, "The world is gonna end, Dean. We don't have the luxury of a moral stand. Look, I'm just saying it's worth a shot. That's all. If it doesn't work, we'll kill him."

Natalie scoffed and shook her head, "Wow. Way to turn the wheel one eighty on that one Sam."

Dean sighs and taps his finger on the table, debating whether this was actually a good idea or not. He knew by instinct that this was a horrible plan, but what other choice did they have? "All right. How are we gonna find the guy, anyway?"

"Well, he never takes just one victim, right? He'll show." Sam said.

Dean nodded and closed his laptop and stood up from the table. "Well, might as well get ourselves prep for hunting down a trickster." Dean grabbed the car keys and walked out of the motel room.

Natalie looked over at Sam and faintly smirked. "So the Trickster made you repeat the same day over and over again?"

Sam nodded and sighed annoyingly at the memory, "Yeah. It was just...a real pain. It was after Dean had...sold his soul."

Natalie nodded, wincing slightly when she began to feel her back tense up. She stood from her seat and began to twist from side to side. "Damn back is starting to tense up again." Natalie walked over to the end of one of the beds and quickly bent her body into a bridge position.

Sam's eyes widened at how quickly Natalie was able to put herself in that position and looked away briefly, but found himself staring at her again. "You sure that really helps your back, Nad?"

Natalie closed her eyes, feeling the kinks in her back beginning to pop. "Oh yeah, Sam. It helps a lot."

Dean walked back through the door, holding a small duffle bag in his hand and his eyes gazed over at Natalie. Dean smirked and set the bag down near the bed. "You know the more I see you doing that, the more curious I get."

Natalie smiled and continued focusing on keeping her breathing even. "Ha, ha. Wipe the sarcasm from your voice."

Dean smiled and pulled out a wooden stick from the bag and sat down on the bed, "What did you say earlier, 'we can't have a little fun'?"

"Don't use my words against me, Dean." Natalie strained to speak, feeling her control slowly beginning to disappear. "Just go on with your prepping for the Trickster."

A few minutes had passed but Natalie had paid no attention to what was going on around her. Dean continued sharpening the wooden sticks while Sam was listening to a police scanner.

"Um, Dispatch? I, got a possible 187 out here at the old paper mill on Route 6?

"Hey." Sam called out to Dean and Natalie. Natalie opened her eyes, now listening closely to the scanner while still holding her position.

"Roger that. What are you looking at there, son?"

"Honestly, Walt, I wouldn't even know how to describe what I'm seeing. Just send everybody."

"Alright, stay calm, stay by your car. Help is on the way."

Natalie quickly lowered herself onto her upper back and pushed herself back up on her feet. Sam turns off the scanner, already grabbing his coat. "That sounds weird to me." Dean said.

"Weird enough to be our guy." Sam added. Natalie and Dean grabbed their coats and the three of them quickly left the room.

The Impala parks at the sight they heard on the scanner but no one else is around. The three of them get out of the car and scan the area.

"Where is everyone?" Natalie asked.

"There was a murder here, and no police cars. I am not sure where they are. How does that look to you?" Dean asked, looking over at Sam.

"Crappy." Sam admitted.

Dean nodded looking over at the warehouse that was in front of them. "Right." Dean, Sam and Natalie head to the trunk of the Impala. Dean pulls out the stakes while Natalie takes out three flashlights. Natalie hands one to Dean and Sam while the stakes remained with Sam and Dean. They begin to make their way to the warehouse when Natalie began to feel around her pockets, realizing that she had forgotten her phone.

"Hey, you guys go on in. I left my phone in the Impala." Natalie turned and quickly made her way to the car.

Dean and Sam looked at each other before making their way into the warehouse. Upon entering they find something startling, they weren't in a warehouse...they were in a hospital. Sam and Dean look around them and then themselves, finding that they were wearing white lab coats.

"What the hell?" Dean looked around him though his entire body was frozen in place. A blonde doctor and an asian doctor soon walk past them, "Doctor." They both say to Sam and Dean.

"Doctor?" Sam questioned. The two of them continue scanning the area but find nothing out of the ordinary. Other than they were supposed to be in a warehouse and now they were in a hospital.

Dean looked to the side of him and then the other side realizing that Natalie wasn't with them. "Where's Nad?" Dean asked, looking at Sam who had an equal confused and worried look on his face.

Dean turned to the door they came through and opened it. Only to find a man and a woman making out in what was the janitor's closet. Dean slowly closes the door and looks over at Sam. "I don't think this is good, Sammy."

Natalie walked back to the Impala and looked through the back driver side window, spotting her phone on the seat. She opened the car door and grabbed her phone, putting it in her pocket and then closed the car door. She got her flashlight ready in hand and opened the door to the warehouse.

"Hey, guys did you find..." Natalie stopped in her tracks and froze once she realized where she was. A group of nurses walk past her and a few doctors nod towards her. This is definitely not a warehouse.Natalie, unconsciously, gripped her flashlight only to find that she no longer had it. She looked down at herself and found that she was wearing scrubs and her flashlight was gone.

Her eyes swept back up and she mentally slapped herself to get a grip. She needed to find Sam and Dean and find out what the hell was going on. Natalie took a deep breath and wringed her hands together. She looked from left then to the right and decided to go right. Natalie found herself walking down a long corridor, encountering various staff members, but not Sam and Dean.

A man in a white lab coat walks out of a room down the hall and he begins to walk down towards her. His eyes focused on her and she began to feel an uneasy feeling growing on her. Just keep on walking...don't look at him. Pretend like he isn't there. His hand suddenly grabbed a hold of her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

"So, you are just going to keep on ignoring me?"

Natalie looked up at him her brows furrowed in confusion, "Um. What?"

The man sighed, "Look, I'm sorry that I screwed up but I hope that we can just get past it. I really want this to work."

Natalie's mouth fell agape and her confusion began to grow deeper. "I-I really don't know what you are talking about."

The man sighed, a hint of frustration was etched in it. "Come on. You don't have to be like that. We can get through it."

Natalie began to slowly shake her head in confusion. "No, I-I really have no idea what you are talking abou-"

The sound of a pager went off, stopping Natalie in mid sentence. The man sighed and pulled out his pager looking down at the message. "I have to take this. Can we talk later? Try and clear it all up?"

Natalie stared at the man not knowing what to say. What the hell is going on? "Uh...sure...yeah. We can talk...later, I guess."

The man nodded and then began to lean in towards Natalie. Natalie's eyes widened and she could feel herself begin to panic. Her hands flew up to his chest, stopping him in his tracks. "Woah, there buddy...um..." She began to point down at his pager, "You-you have to take that so uh, go and...do what you need to do."

The man gazed down at her with hurt and confusion. Natalie almost felt bad for him but she had no idea what was going on. And there was no way in hell some random guy was going to plant a kiss on her. "Go on and do your...doctor deeds." Natalie encourage, gently pushing him down the other direction. The man gave her one last glance before continuing on his way.

Natalie let out a deep breath and tried to calm herself. Though, I have to admit, he was pretty good looking. Natalie shook her head, forcing her out of her little daze. "Alright, focus Natalie. Find Sam and Dean." Natalie continued telling herself this and the nodded before starting back down the way she was going.

Coming to the end of that hallway, she had to turn left onto another long corridor causing her to sigh in annoyance. Natalie followed the corridor until she came to another small hallway. She looked left and decided to head down that way. Turning left only led her to an opening to another corridor. Her head peaked out into the corridor, though she didn't spot Sam or Dean.

Natalie began to walk backwards into the small hallway when she ran into someone. She turned quickly only to get a sight for sore eyes. It was Sam and Dean.

Both Sam and Dean turned around and their faces lit up with relief. "Nad." Sam asked. "We have been looking everywhere for you."

Natalie smiled and laughed nervously, "Yeah, well, I walked into the warehouse and I stepped into this hospital. Pretty sure the same thing happened to you guys. So, uh, any idea of what the hell is going on?"

Sam looked over at Dean then back to Natalie, "My theory, the Trickster trapped us in TV Land."

Natalie looked around her, "I don't know. This all looks pretty real to me and not a...TV set."

Dean looks down the hallway he and Sam came from and simply stares at something...or someone. "Oh boy."

Sam looked over at Dean and looks down the hallway as does Natalie. "What?" Sam asked.

"It's him."

"Who?" Natalie asked.

"It's him. It's Dr. Sexy." Dean answered back.

Natalie sees a man, of course dressed in a white lab coat, making his way towards the three of them. He stops before them, offering a smile. "Doctor."

Dean nods, "Doctor." Sam and Natalie remain silent causing Dean to hit Sam and glare at Natalie. Both of them rolled their eyes and spoke in unison, "Doctor."

He looks over at Dean, "You want to give me one good reason why you defied my direct order to do the experimental face transplant on Mrs. Biehl?

Dean's expression went from awe to utter confusion. He looked over at Sam and then back. "One reason?" The doctor nodded. Dean looks down, seeing that the doctor is wearing white tennis shoes and then slams him up 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 and not tennis shoes." Dean explained.

Sam scoffed and then smirked, "Yeah. You're definitely not a fan."

Dean shrugs his eyes still fixed on the doctor. "It's a guilty pleasure."

"Call security." The doctor called out.

"Yeah, go ahead, pal. See, we know who you really are." A security guard and two of the doctors begin to approach them when suddenly they all froze. In fact, everyone except for them were frozen. The doctor's face morphs into the Trickster's.

"You guys are getting better and better!" The Trickster exclaimed.

"Get us the hell out of here!" Dean warned.

"Or what?" The Trickster grabs a hold of Dean's arm and twists causing his hold on him to loosen. "Don't say you have wooden stakes, big guy."

"That was you on the police scanner, right? This is a trick." Sam added.

"Hello? Trickster. Come on! I heard you two yahoos were in town. How could I resist? Especially, when you have a new passenger." The Trickster eyed Natalie, raising an eyebrow for effect. Natalie gazed at the trickster and simply shook her head.

Sam spotted this and walked in front of the Trickster's view on Natalie, his expression growing hard and the Trickster raised his brow curiously.

"Where the hell are we?" Dean asked.

"Like it? It's all homemade. My own sets..." The Trickster marveled as he taps on a window in a nearby door and then motions to the frozen extras. "My own actors...call it my own little idiot box."

"How do we get out?" Dean asked losing the control on his impatience.

"That, my friend, is the sixty-four-dollar question."

"Whatever. We just, we need to talk to you. We need your help." Sam began to explain his plan to the Trickster.

"Hm, let me guess. You two muttonheads broke the world, and you want me to sweep up your mess."

"Please...just five minutes. Just hear us out." Sam agonized.

The Trickster smiled and clapped his hands together, "Sure. Tell you what. Survive the next twenty-four hours, we'll talk."

Natalie perked up at the words and stepped forward, "Whoah, wait a minute. What the hell does that mean?"

The Trickster smiled at Natalie, "It means that you three need to survive my little game. Which is this." He then motioned to everything around them.

"How do we play?" Dean asked.

"You're playing it right now."

Natalie sighed, "Alright, fine. What are the rules then?" She asked quickly. The Trickster raised an eyebrow and offers a huge grin before vanishing.

"Son of a bitch."

I think this is a good place to stop! So what did you guys think? Don't forget to review! Xx