One of our first cases together again was the pagan Leshi whom we first thought was a ghost. The slightly 'funny' part was when it took the form of Paris Hilton and Dean got whacked by her/it. It was kind of hilarious.
Because, come on, it was Paris Hilton.
We then found a case where people died of things they shouldn't die of, like itching powder, joy buzzers and the weirdest of all, Tooth fairy.
Come on, I had never seen tooth fairy in my whole life.
Somehow, the boy Jesse Turner was behind all this. He believed that the prankings could kill, so they did. He believed in Tooth fairy, so it became real and killed people because he believed in that.
After some researching and a talk with his biological mother, we found out that Jesse was half demon as the demon got her pregnant.
Don't ask how, I don't know. When Cas came, he and Sam began to argue about what was right, before he zapped away with me, and taped me. Luckily, no one got hurt but Jesse disappeared, probably to Australia.
One of our next cases involved a witch gambling years, which was kind of fun since Dean aged (almost forty years, or more) and flirted with a young maid, who said that he reminded her of her grandpa. Like I said, hilarious.
And Sam actually won at poker and gave the years back to our brother, who's thirty again.
I looked around for more about my role as the Lost weapon, but no info found. Sometimes, Zachariah visited my dreams, which I found extremely annoying since he often used memories from my childhood.
Then we found another case with the Hulk, which seemed quite the Trickster-ish. Besides, perhaps we could ask him to help us in the fight. But that was a perhaps. A really big one.
I got out off the Impala and looked around. No police, no shouting or screaming, and it had been a murder.
"Is it just me, or should it be more police cars here? What does it feel like?" I wondered.
"Crappy", Sam replied.
Dean opened the trunk and handed Sam and me a stake and flashlight each, before he closed it.
I went first to open and went in after they had, and suddenly, I was wearing a lag coat and a black v-neck. All of our things were gone, no stake, not even my knife.
"What the hell?" I muttered and looked at us.
We looked weird and messed up. Perhaps because I had never seen my brothers in lab coats except for back in school.
Two women around my age went past us and greeted us with 'Doctor'.
I was a doctor, fantastic.
"Doctor?" Sam echoed before Dean opened the door that we had gone through, and revealed two people making out.
I stared at them weirded out before Dean closed it quickly.
"Oookay, weird", I mumbled as a quite good looking woman in doctor clothes approached us, and looked quite pissed, at Sam.
"Doctor", she told before she slapped him.
What'd he done? I thought shocked.
"Seriously."
"What?" Sam said confused, which all of us were.
"Seriously? You're brilliant, you know that? And a coward. You're a brilliant coward", she snapped.
"Um. What are you talking about?" Sam asked baffled.
And she slapped him again.
"As if you don't know!" she exclaimed, before she stalked off and left Sam with a slightly red cheek.
It was then I noticed something with her, had I seen her on TV? 'Cause, I remembered her somewhere.
"I don't believe this", Dean said and looked like he had seen his celebrity crush.
"Uh, her?" I asked.
"That's Dr. Piccolo. The sexy yet earnest doctor at— Seattle Mercy Hospital", he told and gestured to the receptionist desk.
"Dean, so you are saying that…" I began wearily, while Sam didn't understand a crap.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he questioned Dean, who seemed to be thinking.
"The doctor getups. The, the sexy interns. The 'seriously's. It all makes sense", he told, making me widen my eyes and groan.
"What makes sense? What's going on?"
I turned to Sam with a slightly annoyed (not at Sam) look.
"We're in Dr. Sexy, MD whatever", I explained.
Sam looked struck and very stunned.
"Guys, what the hell", Dean muttered as we walked through the corridor.
This hospital looked much more cheerful than the ones we had been to when one of us were badly hurt, like Bobby, Dean, Dean, Sam, Dad, me.
"I don't know."
"One theory. Any theory", Dean asked for.
I shrugged and glanced at some blonde giving birth to twins. That blonde was holding hands with a dark haired man and a young, very young boy with tousled dark blond hair…
"The Trickster perhaps trapped us in TV land. Sounds like something he could do", I suggested and looked away from the family.
"That's your theory. That's stupid", Dean stated.
"Yeah, but we're in freaking Dr. Sexy, MD", I replied.
"Yeah, but TV land isn't TV Land. I mean, there's actors and, and lights and crew members, you know. This looks real", Dean said.
"It can't be. Dean, how can this possibly be real?" Sam wondered while we stopped by some operation room.
"I don't know."
The door opened and revealed a woman in doctor clothes, who for some reason glared at me but firmly greeted us with 'doctors'.
What the hell had I done her? And was I some character in the series?
"And there goes Dr. Wang. The sexy but arrogant heart surgeon", Dean told us, which I didn't care so much about, I hated the show.
Too much 'seriously' and sex in the empty rooms.
"I thought you said you weren't a fan", I stated after he had rambled on about the characters.
"I'm not. I'm not", Dean denied, until he saw someone very, very familiar.
"Oh boy", he said amazed.
"What?" Sam asked.
"It's him", I said and rolled my eyes at how much Dean gawked at him.
"Who?"
"It's him. It's Dr. Sexy", Dean mumbled.
If I had said that him seeing Dr. Piccolo was weird, being him looking at Dr. Sexy was even stranger.
Dr. Sexy stopped by us and looked into Dean's eyes, or at least tried to, since Dean was looking down and tried to hide a smile.
" Doctor", he greeted.
"Doctor."
"Doctor."
"Doctor", I replied.
"Doctor", Dr. Sexy greeted Sam with.
Sam just nodded, before Dean punched him and made him say doctor too. Not a fan, huh?
"You want to give me one good reason why you defied my direct order to do the experimental face transplant on Mrs. Biehl?" he demanded and directed his question to Dean.
"One reason?" he asked and glanced at us confused.
"Sure."
He looked down at the floor, when he suddenly slammed Dr. Sexy against the wall and for a second, I thought he was going to make out with him.
But then again, Dr. Sexy was a very fine and handsome looking man, so I couldn't blame Dean.
"You're not Dr. Sexy", he stated, which made me raise my eyebrow confused.
He looked very much like Dr. Sexy.
"You're crazy", he said to Dean, who didn't let go.
"Really? Because I swore part of what makes Dr. Sexy sexy is the fact that he wears cowboy boots. Not tennis shoes", he told, making me smirk.
"Right, not a fan", I snickered.
"It's a guilty pleasure", Dean replied.
"Call security", Dr. Sexy called lazily to the two doctors that were coming to us.
"Yeah, go ahead, pal. See, we know who you are", Dean hissed.
Suddenly, everything stopped, froze. It was like someone had pushed the pause button on a TV remote. Nothing moved, except Dean, Sam, D. Sexy (who wasn't Dr. Sexy) and I.
Dr. Sexy then morphed to the Trickster, who looked quite cheerful actually.
"You guys are getting better!" he exclaimed.
I narrowed my eyes.
"Get us out of here", I ordered.
"Or what?" he asked and twisted Dean's arm so he let go of him.
"Don't say you have wooden stakes, little girl."
I hated when he called me that. It was unfair, just because he was an ancient Trickster god whatever….
"That was you on the police scanner, right? This is a trick", Sam realized.
"Hellooo? Tricksteer! Come on! I heard you three yahoos were in town. How could I resist?"
"But where are we?" I questioned and gestured to everything, the set, characters.
"Like it? It's all homemade. My own sets— My own actors… call it my own little idiot box", he said and walked around and rapped one of the windows.
"How do we get out?" I interrogated.
"That, chumpie, is the sixty-four-dollar question", the Trickster replied.
I rolled my eyes.
"Sixty-four dollars aren't much in a lottery", I muttered.
"But we need your help", I added quickly.
"Hm, let me guess. You three muttonheads broke the world, and you want me to sweep up your mess", he stated.
He had known we would say it. Definitely.
"Just five minutes, man. Listen to what we have to say", I begged.
"Sure. Tell you what. Survive the next twenty-four hours, we'll talk."
"Survive what?" Dean asked.
"The game!"
"What game?"
"You're in it."
"How do we play?"
"You're playing it."
"What are the rules, then?" I continued.
The Trickster wiggled his eyebrows and disappeared. Dick.
Then Dean got shot, Sam played doctor and stitched the gun shot with dental floss and some liquor, while I was drinking some of the alcohol too. I was an amazing doctor.
And somehow, we ended up in a Japanese show, where Sam and Dean stood on some platform in shoes that seemed to be glued.
I stood behind the Japanese dude who was shouting about something while wearing a very short white skirt, a white tank top, long boots, a silver halo and a pair of small white fluffy wings. Seriously, was this a joke?
"Let's play Nutcracker!" the host yelled and made an uppercut in the air.
"Oh, dear", I mumbled horrified.
It didn't sound good, not at all.
The host said something in Japanese before he whipped out a note from his suit.
"Sam Winchester", he began before he asked something in Japanese.
Was the Trickster serious? We couldn't speak Japanese!
"Countdown."
"What?" Sam asked bewildered as the screen beside me stared to tick down.
"Uh, what am I supposed to say?" Sam asked us.
I stared at him annoyed, did he think we could know?
"Do you think I know? I'm wearing a freaking halo!" I hissed.
"Uh, I, I don't, I don't understand Japanese", Sam tried to explain to the host.
But the host just repeated the question, was he stupid?
"Is he screwing with me? I, I, I can't speak Japanese", Sam said as the screen hit 0.
I widened my eyes and stared terrified at the screen. The name of the show was Nutcracker, what nuts would be cracked?
Oh, right, my brothers' balls.
"(something in Japanese), Ruby! I'm sorry, Sam Winchester", he excused before he hid a laugh.
"Sorry? Sir? For what?" Sam wondered.
"Dean?"
Suddenly, the ball flew up and hit Sam right in the nuts. And that was the reason why the show was called Nutcracker.
Such a nasty game….
I covered my mouth alarmed as my twin was crouching over in pain. If it hadn't been for the shoes, he would have been down on the floor right now.
"Nutcracker!" the host howled while the audience cheered.
"Sam?" Dean said concerned before Sam let out a wordless noise.
And for some reason, I was given a bag of shrimp chips. What the hell was wrong with this shit?
Somehow, I said something in Japanese, which made the host come to me, and then, I continued to rant about how good the chips were and how much skinnier you became by it. Right…
"Please buy them", I giggled, still in Japanese, when the door began to flash, like someone would come.
"What the hell?" I muttered in English.
The door then opened and revealed Cas entering. I threw away the bag and rushed back to my brothers and him. I was so happy that he was here, the wings were itching.
"Cas?" Dean said startled.
"Is this another trick?" Sam wondered.
"It's me. Uh, what are you doing here?" he asked and stared at my very exposing clothes puzzled.
If we hadn't been trapped in TV Land and in a Japanese game show, I would've blushed. But I didn't.
"What we are doing here? Discussing shrimp chips. How about you?" I wondered.
"Looking for you. You've been missing for days", Cas told us.
I raised my eyebrow, days? It felt like some hour only.
"So get us the hell out of here, then!" Sam exclaimed, still red in the face since his nuts got turned to mush.
I really hoped for Sam's sake that it could be fixed.
"Let's go", Cas told and was about to touch their foreheads, when he disappeared the way the Trickster had gone.
"Cas!" I exclaimed stunned.
"No, no, no, no. Mr. Trickster does not like pretty-boy angels", the host told as he went back to his original place.
Had he just called Cas pretty? Not that he lied, though.
He then said Dean's name and asked him a question in Japanese.
"What do I do, what do I do? I don't wanna get hit in the nuts" Dean said desperately.
"I-I, uh, just, uh— wait", I realized.
"What?"
"Sam played the doctor in Dr. Sexy MD, as he operated. I was advertising some shrimp chips. We played the roles. So, just answer the goddamn question!" I uttered.
"In Japanese? I don't know Japanese!" Dean burst out.
"Just try!"
"Dammit", Dean cursed and slammed the button before the screen hit 0.
Everyone went silent and it felt like the whole place was staring at Dean surprised.
He then said something I couldn't understand. The host read the same thing on the note, which Dean repeated.
"Dean Winchester, Nutcracker champion!" the host shouted and threw away the notes in the air and the audience started to cheer.
Japanese game shows, man…
"So, what are you going to sing?" one of the judges questioned as Sam, Dean and I stood in front of them, Sam holding a guitar and sitting on a chair.
"We are going to sing… uh… Carry On Wayward Son", I told and flashed them a smile.
"Really?" Sam hissed, he didn't like that song.
"It's a classic", we and the judges protested.
"Okay in three. One, two, three", I counted before we all three burst into song.
For some reason, the judges clapped loudly.
"That was beautiful!" one of them said and wiped a tear away from his reddened face.
"You're in!"
TV Land…
I smiled and received the golden ticket, before all of us rushed out and hugged each other like we had won the freaking whole thing.
This was just weird, and weird. And when the hell would it end?