a/n: HELLO THERE! Gahhh! I'm so sorry I've abandoned you! But I'm here now! It took me so long to get through this! I started by doing 5.15 but it was so difficult to get through! And I got bored and then accidently deleted it and I was sooo pissed. Lol. But then I got the idea to do my favorite season 5 episode, 5.08, Changing Channels only as if it came after 5.14. so that's what I did. Haha. So just pretend it comes after My Bloody Valentine
So I'm having such a difficult time writing this fic. I hate basing my chapters off episodes. It's so tedious and boring so I can only imagine it must be to read too. On top of it I started a sequel already and im really excited for it. So I may just make the chapters much shorter and not word for word, more like, 'they went there then came back' kind of thing so I can focus on building cas' and Dean's relationship. Have more 'inbetween' kind of things because to start the sequel I need to finish season 5 and im so excited for it!
Anyway, im going to stop babbling now and let you read the story! Remember! Season 5, Episode 8.
"Dean, can we please stop here for the night." Cas complained from the back seat. He was sick of being stuck in the car. Dean sighed heavily and took the next exit and pulled into a motel parking lot.
"Wake up Sam. I'll go get us a room." Dean told Cas as he exited the Impala.
"Sam?" Cas whispered tapping Sam's shoulder.
"Sam." He said again giving him a small shove. Sam's eyes fluttered and opened slowly.
"What's up?" He asked groggily.
"We're at a motel. Dean is getting a room." Sam nodded and straightened up and opened the Impala door just as Dean returned with the key.
"Come on sleepy." Dean smirked as they walked to the room together. Sam was exhausted so he took off his jacket and jeans and plopped onto his bed and immediately fell asleep.
"I guess he's a bit tired." Dean said, "So, are you gonna stay the night?" Dean asked Cas.
"I suppose I can." Cas shrugged.
"Well get comfortable. I'm tired too. You uh, wanna lie in bed with me?" Dean asked unsure, looking up from under his eyelashes at the angel.
"I guess." Cas said a little unsure himself.
"Uh, I can give you a shirt, if you wanna wear something more comfortable." Dean said as he took off his jeans.
"What do you mean?" Cas asked looking down at his own clothes as if questioning what was wrong with them.
"Here." Dean said. He reached over and took off Cas' trench coat. The angel looked up at him tentatively through his eyelashes. Dean leaned down and gently kissed the angel as he undid his tie and shirt buttons. The angel happily kissed back while Dean slid off the crisp white shirt. Cas loved the feeling of his bare torso pressed against the hunter's faded cotton tee. He gently ran his hand down Dean's arm, loving the feeling of his smoldering skin under his palm. He stopped slightly when he felt Dean undoing his pants.
"Don't worry." Dean whispered as he finished taking them off, "Here." he said handing Cas a shirt similar to the one he was wearing. Cas pulled it on and his nose as filled with the wonderful scent of Dean. He breathed in deeply a few times before following Dean to the bed. Dean crawled in to the side closest to the door, a habit Cas frequently observed. Cas followed his lead and laid down next to him. Dean pulled him closer to his body, and placed an arm around his waist.
"G'night." He mumbled pressing his lips haphazardly on Cas' jaw. He nuzzled his face into his shoulder.
"Good night, Dean." the angel whispered happily as the hunter's breath slowed.
When Dean woke up his limbs were pleasantly entangled in Cas'.
"Good morning." Cas whispered as Dean's eyes fluttered open.
"Morning, angel face." Dean murmured, pressing his lips against Cas'.
"Do I have to get up?" Dean said nuzzling into Cas' chest.
"Not yet. Sam went out to get coffee and breakfast. You can lie here a little longer."
"Good. I like this." Dean mumbled.
"Me too." Cas admitted, sinking into the hunter's hold.
"I love you." Cas whispered to him.
"I know angel face." Dean said pressing his lips to Cas'. He reached his hand under the shirt Cas was wearing and smoothed his hand over his torso. He loved the feeling of his soft, cool skin under his rough, warm hands. Cas let out a small whimper of pleasure which Dean took as an invitation to deepen the kiss. The angel's tongue grazed his own and he let out his own, soft moan.
"Please stop." Dean heard his brother call from the doorway.
"No." Dean mumbled through kisses.
"Dean." Cas started, trying to pull away, his face growing red having been caught. Dean grumbled and pulled Cas as close to him as possible, resting his head on his stomach.
"Go away Sam." Dean whined.
"No. I think we have a case."
"Perfect." Dean said sarcastically, nuzzling his face deeper into Cas' stomach. He sighed and pulled himself out of bed and away from his angel. He pulled on a pair of jeans and changed his shirt. Cas got up after him and awkwardly changed back into his normal clothes. Dean sat down at the small table and stated eating the bagel Sam had gotten for him.
"So what's the case?" He asked Sam through a mouthful of bagel.
"Man died of a bear attack."
"And?" Dean asked confused.
"In his bedroom on the second floor of his house."
"Well. That changes things. We're sure it's a bear?"
"Nope."
"Perfect." Dean grumbled.
"I have to go." Cas told the two.
"You'll be back soon?" Dean asked hopefully.
"Most likely." Dean tugged the angel down a little so he could kiss him from where he was sitting.
"Bye angel face." He whispered against his lips.
"Bye, Dean." He whispered back before the familiar flap of wings came noting the man was gone.
"You're so touchy-feely with him." Sam remarked with a hint of annoyance.
"So? Is that a problem?" Dean asked.
"Not particularly. I just never thought of you as a touchy feely kind of guy."
"I don't like talking about feelings. Never said anything about actually feeling." Dean said with a smirk.
"Please stop talking. Now." Sam said rolling his eyes. Dean chuckled softy.
"So we gonna get goin'?" He asked.
"Yeah." Sam said getting up from the table, "put your suit on and we'll leave." Dean nodded, shoving the last bite of bagel in his mouth.
"Why is the FBI here?"
"Well it may have something to do with a local getting his head ripped of." Dean said annoyed.
"It was a bear attack." the sheriff claimed
"How sure are you?" Sam asked skeptically.
"What else would it be?"
"Well whatever it was it chased a man through the woods, smashed through his front door, chased him up the stairs, and killed him in his bedroom. Is that common? A bear doing all that?"
"Depends on how pissed off it is I guess. Look, the Randoff's live way up in high country. There are gonna be some bears."
"Well what about Mrs. Randoff. File says she witnessed the whole thing. She say there was a bear?" Dean asked. The sheriff paused, "She went through a hell of a trauma. She's confused." the brothers looked at the man confused. Dean wasn't believing anything. There was something more than a bear attack here.
"So what did she say?" Sam asked.
"It must have been a bear. What else could it have been?" The woman before them said with red rimmed eyes.
"What do you think it was?" Sam asked knowing there was more.
"Don't worry. We're used to hearing all kinds of crazy." Dean reassured her.
"It's impossible but, I swore I saw The Incredible Hulk." She said looking down at her hands.
"Banner or Norton?" Dean asked her for laughs.
"Oh no. Those movies were terrible. The TV Hulk."
"Lou Ferrigno?"
"Yes."
"Spiky haired Lou Ferrigno?"
"Yes, him." Dean nodded with a smile on his face. People really could cheer him up sometimes. He shared a skeptical look with Sam.
"You think I'm crazy." The woman said hanging her head.
"No." Dean promised her, "It's just, would there be any reason for Lou Ferrigno, to have a grudge against your husband?"
"No?" The woman said confused.
They nodded their heads and shook the woman's hand before getting up to leave.
"You think it's actually the Hulk?" Sam asked him as they returned to the Impala.
"It wouldn't surprise me." Dean said with a sigh.
When they returned to the motel Sam left to investigate the house and Dean had stayed back to research the incident a bit more. He decided to stay because one of them had to find as much information as possible, and he had hoped Cas would come back. So he stayed back and let Sam go. He didn't take long however, and came back fairly soon.
"Hey. You find anything?"
"Yeah. And eight foot hole where the door used to be."
"A Hulk sized hole." Dean stated.
"Maybe. Whatdayou got?" Sam asked him.
"Well turns out that Bill had quite the temper. Two counts of assault and battery, bar brawls, and court ordered anger management sessions. You might say, 'you wouldn't like him when he's angry'" Dean said with a smirk.
"So a hot head getting killed by TV's greatest hot head. Sounds like Just Desserts. This is starting to make sense."
"How is this starting to make sense?"
"Well, I found something else at the crime scene." Sam said as he dropped a handful of candy wrappers on the table in front of Dean. Dean picked up one of the wrappers as he let the facts sink in.
"The trickster." He thought out loud.
"That's what it looks like."
"Good. I've been dying to yank that bitch since the Mystery Spot." Dean remembered with a bit of humor, but mostly anger.
"You sure?" Sam asked.
"Yeah I'm sure."
"Yeah but are you sure you want to kill him?"
"Sonovabitch had no problem killing me, a thousand times."
"I know I mean, I'm just saying,"
"What are you saying Sammy?"
"We talk to him?"
"What?!"
"Think about it, he is one of the most powerful creatures we've ever met. Maybe we could use him."
"For what?"
"He likes the good life right? So maybe he doesn't want the party to end. Maybe he hates this crap as much as we do. Maybe he'll help us."
"You're serious?"
"Yeah!"
"Alai with the trickster?"
"Yeah. I guess."
"A bloody violent monster, and you wanna be best buds with him? Nice, Sammy."
"The world is gonna end, Dean. I'm just sayin, it's worth a shot that's all. If it doesn't work, we'll kill him." Dean shook his head, but he figured for know he'd let Sam have his way.
"How're we gonna find this guy anyway?"
"Well he doesn't take just one victim, so we should know."
Dean nodded and found the wooden steaks to sharpen and dip in blood. Sam pulled out the police radio and they waited for the call in that sounded like it could be their alley. Dean had been waiting. For Cas to return all day. He could feel himself missing him and wanted him back. But he knew Cas would come back as soon as possible so he knew he had to be busy. He shook his not even believing how clingy he was being but, there was just something about Castiel that made him that way. He didn't know what or how, but he had somehow managed to turn into clingy girlfriend. It had been weird for Dean. It was like something in them clicked when they kissed. Dean became clingy and for lack if a better word desperate. Cas had become more...personable. If that was the best term. He wasn't so 'I don't understand.' about everything anymore. He rolled his eyes, he used sarcasm, he felt like a person. Dean didn't understand their transformations he figured there must have been some sort of an explanation, but Dean didn't know what that was.
After a while a frightened voice came over the radio frantically calling for back up,
"Sound like us?" Sam asked. Dean shrugged and got up to leave,
"Probably." He responded. Dean wasn't exactly crazy about Sam's idea to have a chat with the trickster, but he wasn't going to fight with him about it. Plus, as much as he didn't want to admit it, Sam had a point. If the trickster did agree with them, he could help them big time. All the same he didn't want to get involved with somebody who could screw them over as much as this guy could.
"So there was a murder here and there's nobody around? How's that look to you?" Dean asked.
"Crappy." Sam agreed.
Dean grabbed the two steaks and flashlights out of the Impala and handed Sam his pair. They approached the warehouse door skeptically. Dean pulled open the door and the two passed through, but the other side was not something they were expecting at all. They were in a hospital, complete with people, patients, and doctors. Not to mention the doctor's coats they were both sporting. To say Dean was confused would be an understatement. Two nurses passed them and addressed them both as "Doctor". Sam turned and raised his eyebrows, just as confused as Dean. They started down the hallway but were abruptly stopped by a short woman with dark hair.
"Doctor." She said to Sam before slapping him hard across the face. Both brothers were even more confused than before.
"Seriously?" She asked him.
"What?" Sam said totally lost.
"Seriously?" The woman asked even more erratic, "You're brilliant you know that? And a coward. A brilliant coward."
"Uh, what are you talking about?" Sam asked her glancing to Dean. She reached up and slapped again,
"As if you don't know!" She said before storming off. Dean stared after her incredulously.
"I don't believe this..." He said astonished.
"What?" Sam questioned.
"That was Dr. Piccolo."
"Who?" Sam asked again even more confused now than he already was.
"Dr. Ellen Piccolo, the sexy yet earnest doctor at..." Dean paused looking to his left excitedly, "Seattle Mercy Hospital!" He said pointing excited, "Dean what the hell are you talking about?"
"The Doctor get ups, the sexy interns, the seriously, it all makes sense!" Dean said, frantic.
"What makes sense? What's going on?"
"We're in Dr. Sexy MD!"
"Dude, what the hell?" Dean asked for the millionth time.
"I don't know." Sam replied equaly confused.
"Seriously, what the hell?"
"I don't know." Sam said again.
"One theory. Any theory."
"Uh, trickster trapped us in TV land?" Sam guessed shrugging his shoulders.
"That's your theory? That's stupid."
"Well your the one who said we were on Dr. Sexy MD" Sam said throwing up his hands.
"Yeah but TV land isn't TV land, I mean there's actors and lights and crew members, you know? This looks real."
"How can this possibly be real?" Sam said annoyed.
"I don't know alright." Dean said staring at a woman as she passed him, "There goes Dr. Wang, the sexy, arrogant heart surgeon...and there's Johnny Drake, well he's not even alive, he's a ghost in the mind of...her." Dean said to the woman resting against the gurney next to the man., "The sexy, neurotic doctor over there."
"So this show has ghosts?" Sam asked raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know, it is compelling." Sam chuckled.
"I thought you weren't a fan."
"I'm not. I'm not!" Dean claimed looking back down the hallway, "Oh boy." Dean paused, "It's him."
"It's who?"
"It's him it's Dr. Sexy!" Dean said sounding like a thirteen year old girl.
"Doctor." Dr. Sexy said addressing Dean.
"Doctor." He said back.
"Doctor." Dr. Sexy said turning to Sam.
"Doctor." Sam grumbled back reluctantly.
"You want to give me one good reason why you didn't preform that expiremental face transplant on Mrs. Beal?"
"One reason?" Dean said looking to Sam, "Sure." he said looking down nervously, that was when he noticed Dr. Sexy wearing sneakers. He immediately shoved the man forcibly against the wall.
"You're not Dr. Sexy!" Dean said angrily searching the man's face.
"You're crazy." The man said back.
"Really? 'Cause I swore part of what made Dr. Sexy, sexy was the fact that he wears cowboy boots, not tennis shoes.
"Yeah, you're not a fan." Sam said with a smirk.
"It's a guilty pleasure!"
"Call security." The man said loudly.
"Go ahead pal, we know what you are." Dean accused. Things around them stopped, like someone had pressed the pause button leaving only them aware, the face in front of Dean morphed into the familiar one of the trickster.
"You guys are getting better!"
"Get us the hell outta here." Dean demanded.
"Or what?" The trickster said yanking Dean off him, "Don't see your wooden steaks anywhere big guy."
"That was you on the police scanner right? This is a trick" Sam concluded.
"Hellloo! Trickster." He said pointing to his face, "Come on! I heard you two yahoos were in town, how could I resist?"
"Where the hell are we?" Dean asked.
"Like it? It's my own little set up. My own sets, my own actors. Call it my own little idiot box."
"How do we get out." Dean demanded.
"That my friend, is the $64 question." The trickster said proudly.
"Whatever, we just need to talk to you. Maybe you could help."
"Hmm. Lemmie guess, you two broke the world, and you want me to clean it up?"
"Please, just five minutes. Air us out." Sam reasoned.
"Sure, tell you what, you two survive the next 24 hours, we'll talk."
"Survive what?" Dean asked skeptical.
"The game!"
"What game?"
"You're in it."
"Well how do we play?"
"You're playing it." the trickster said with a shrug.
"What are the rules?" Dean said with an eye roll. The trickster wiggled his eyebrows before vanishing.
"Sonovabitch." Dean exclaimed frustrated. The two began their way down the hallway again.
"By the way, talking with monsters, hell of a plan!" He said annoyed with Sam.
"So what do we do now?" Sam asked.
"You know what I'm doing? Leaving!" Just then the same dark haired lady from earlier approached Sam. She reached up to slap him again but he dodged he r this time.
"Lady, what the hell?"
"You are a brilliant, brilliant,"
"Yeah, coward you said that," Sam said cutting her off, "but I got news for you, I'm not a doctor." He said sternly. The woman looked back like she had been personally insulted,
"Don' say that. You're the finest cerebrovascular neurosurgeon I know, and I have met plenty. So that girl died on your table, it wasn't your fault, sometimes people just die."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You're afraid. You're afraid to operate again, and you're afraid to love." The woman rushed past him down the hallway with what looked like tears in her eyes.
"Yeah, we're getting out of here." Sam agreed. They walked down the hallway barely making it three steps when a man with a scruffy beard stopped them.
"Hey, doctor?" He said to Dean who stopped and rolled his eyes.
"Yes?" He said with vile in his mouth.
"My wife needs that face transplant."
"Okay," Dean said flustered, "You know what pal? None of this is real, and your wife doesn't need jack squat." Dean said before stomping away.
"Hey doctor!" The man called from behind them. Before Dean could react the man shot him in the back and ran away. Dean fell to his knees and grabbed for Sam's arm.
"Real!" he chocked out, "It's real!"
"We need a doctor!" Sam called out holding on to his brother. Next thing he knew they were being guided to an operation room. Not only that, but Sam was told to preform the operation. Sam looked around frantic not having a clue of what to do. Sure he's removed a bullet or two from them before, but never quite like this, he was lost.
"Doctor?" a woman said handing him a scalpel.
"What?" Sam said nervously. She pushed it closer to him and he shook his head.
"Sam? Do something, come on!" Dean said to him.
"Dean, I don't know how to use any of this crap."
"Figure it out!"
"Okay, uh, I need a pen knife, some dental floss, a sowing needle, and a fifth whiskey." The other doctors stood around and looked at each other before Sam called out 'stat!' and they all began to move. After Sam was given the tools he was able to operate on Dean.
Once the bullet was removed Dean saw lights flashing and could hear music pumping. The floor beneath him opened up like doors and he found himself standing up, his feet strapped into some contraption. The whole scene was unreal to him. Next a small man came through the doors screaming about playing 'Nutcracker'. Dean slowly began to realize they must be on some sort of Japanese game show. The small man turned to Sam and asked him a question in Japanese with an over the top game show voice. He pointed to the clock beginning the countdown.
"What?" Sam said asking the man and turning to Dean. Dean shrugged his shoulders, like he knew Japanese.
"Uh, what am I supposed to say?" He asked Dean.
"You think I know?!" He responded.
"Uh I uh don't understand Japanese." Sam tried telling the man. The man's only response was to repeat the question over again in Japanese. The brothers looked at the man then back at each other equally baffled.
"I can't speak Japanese!" Sam tried one last time before the buzzer for the countdown rang. The man called out the answer was Ruby. So obviously the questions were about something to do with them, Dean thought. But he didn't have much time to mull over things because after the spokesman apologized Dean and Sam learned the consequences of a bad answer. The small hard ball between Sam's leg shot up and thwacked him in the balls. Hard. Dean's hand flew over his mouth and his eyes widened in concern. Sam was doubled over clutching his crotch clearly in vivid pain.
"Sam?" Dean asked.
"Yeah?" He grunted out through barred teeth. A woman in the corner dressed like a stripper distracted the host and called him over to advertise some strange product.
"You okay?" Dean asked Sam. Sam turned his head to glare at Dean. Dean looked down at his own podium to see a bright yellow ball identical to Sam's staring back at him. To say he wasn't terrified would be a lie. A huge lie. All of a sudden the same music started playing and lights flashing from when they found themselves here. Dean turned to look at the blue doors,
"Oh now what?" Dean said frustrated. But was unbelievably relieved when Cas walked through the doors.
"Cas?!"
"Is this another trick?" Sam asked skeptical.
"No, it's me." Cas said turning to Dean, "What are you doing here?"
"Us? What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you, you've been missing for days. I finally found the car outside some warehouse."
"Well get us the hell out of here then!" Sam said frantic.
"Let's go." Cas said. He raised his fingers to tap both their foreheads and leave when all of a sudden he vanished, just like the trickster had earlier.
"Oh no, Mr. Trickster doesn't like pretty boy angels." The host said to Dean.
"Where did he just go?!" Dean demanded but he headed no response. All he got back was a question thrown towards him in Japanese. The countdown started and he started to panic.
"What do I do?! What do I do?! I don't wanna get hit in the nuts!" Dean yelled to Sam.
"I uh just uh um uh wait!"
"What?!"
"I played a doctor!"
"What?!"
"On doctor sexy! I played a doctor. I operated!"
"So!"
"So I played the roll the trickster wanted me to play! Maybe we just go along with it."
"Go along with what?"
"With the game!"
"We're on a game show right? So just answer the question!" Sam concluded.
"Answer the question? In Japanese?!"
"Yeah!" Sam yelled.
"I don't know Japanese!"
"Try!"
"Damnit!" Dean turned and slammed the button out of impulse with one second on the clock. He had no clue what he was supposed to say so he just blurted out the first thing that came to him,
" kotaeha sotoso" (the answer is yes)
"Sotoso?" the host asked.
"Sotoso." Dean confirmed raising his eyebrows unsure. The host looked down at his card once more before shouting,
"Dean Winchester! Nutcracker, Champion!"
"How did you do that?" Sam asked impressed.
"I have no idea." Dean said with a chuckle.
"So that's it. We play our roles we survive."
"Yeah, play our roles for how long?"
"Good question." Sam said nervously.
The next place they found themselves was a basketball court with a couple other guys. Sam's roll this time was an infomercial.
"I've got genital herpes." Said the first woman while in yoga pose.
"I've got genital herpes." Said an older man. Next was Sam.
"Seriously?" Sam said.
"Hey, you're the one who said play our roles." Dean said patting him on the back while he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I've got...genital. Herpes." Sam said awkwardly.
"I tried to be responsible." Said the yoga woman.
"Did I try." said the old man.
"But now, I take twice daily, Herpexia to reduce my chances of passing it on.." Sam forced out.
"Ask your doctor before using Herpexia." Dean began prompting the legal nonsense of the medication.
"I am doing all I can to slightly lessen the spread of, of...genital herpes. And that's a good thing." Sam said through gritted teeth, clearly a bit pissed. He was getting a bit sick of these stupid roles, clearly getting handed the short end of the stick.
The next place they found themselves was a sitcom style show. They were in the hotel room that they had been staying at before they got stuck here. Of course the room was cleaner and the colors were brighter making it look like an actual show.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean said, clearly being used as a catch phrase. The crowd laughed as Sam gave Dean a look of annoyance and rolled his eyes.
"I am really, really very sorry," Sam told the girl in the bikini as he led her out of the hotel room. "but, we've got some work to do." He explained to her. Dean didn't really care what happened with the girl. He wanted to know if Cas was okay, and where the hell he was.
"How long do we have to keep doing this?" Dean mumbled to Sam and looked to the audience.
"I don't know. Maybe forever. We might die in here." He said and the crowd burst out laughing.
"How is that funny? Vultures." Dean said to the audience angrily. Just then the door to the room opened and Cas ran in with cuts on his face clearly having been fighting.
"You okay?" Dean said quickly closing the space between them. He reached up and wiped the blood off Cas' eyebrow and noticed the blood stains on his coat.
"I don't have much time." Cas told them.
"What happened?" Sam asked.
"I got out."
"From where?" Dean asked concerned.
"Listen to me," he told them sternly, "something is not right this thing is much more powerful than it should be."
"What thing the trickster?"
"If it is a trickster." Cas said to them.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked him. All of a sudden Cas was thrown violently against the wall. Dean ran over to help him and there was duct tape covering his mouth. He tried to get it off and he couldn't. The trickster jumped into the room then,
"Hello!" He called out excitedly. When Cas saw him his eyes widened to twice their size.
"Hi Castiel!" the trickster said to him all excited like. Cas reached up and tugged on Dean's shirt in attempt to telling him something. The next thing Dean knew, the trickster sent him away again.
"Where did you just send him?" Dean asked angrily.
"Relax, he'll live...maybe." the trickster told him.
"How about you bring him back." Dean demanded.
"How 'bout no. You can live without your boy toy for a couple minutes, can't you?"
"Alright you know what, I'm done with your monkey dance. We get it." Dean said angry.
"Yeah?" the trickster said sarcastically, "Get what hotshot?"
"Playing our roles, right? That's your game."
"Half the game." The trickster clarified.
"What's the other half?" Sam asked.
"Play your roles, out there." The trickster said gesturing.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know, Sam starring as Lucifer! Dean starring as Michael! Your celebrity death match! Play, your roles."
"You want us to say yes to those sons of bitches?" Sam asked surprised.
"Heeelllz yeah. Let's light this candle!"
"We do that the world will end." Sam clarified angrily.
"Yeah? And whose fault is that? Who popped Lucifer out of the box? Hm?" He said raising his eyebrow, "Look. It's started. You started it! Can't be stopped. So let's get it over with." Both brothers were steaming angry with another barrage of being told to 'accept their roles'. Dean in particular.
"So what side you on, Heaven or Hell." He asked him.
"I'm not on either side." He claimed.
"Yeah right." Dean said with a smile, "you're grabbin' an ankle for Michael or Lucifer, which one is it?"
"You listen me you arrogant dick." the trickster said snidely, "I don't work for either of those SOBs. Believe me."
"No, your some bodies bitch." The trickster grabbed dean and threw him up against the door.
"Don't you ever, claim to know what I am." The trickster yanked his hands off him.
"No listen closely. Here's what's gonna happen, you're gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities, and play the roles that destiny gave you." He said with venom.
"And if we don't?" Sam challenged.
"Then you'll stay here in T.V. Land. Forever. 300 channels and uh, nothings on." He said with a shrug. He snapped his fingers them dropping them in a new location. Dean' least favorite type ever. He knew it was night, but he was wearing sunglasses, and that's when he knew he was trapped in a procedural cop show. Dean despised procedural cop shows. It was the average crime scene with cops everywhere surrounding a dead body.
"So, what do you think?" A cop asked the two.
"What do I think?" Dean replied, "I think go screw yourself that's what I think." Dean finished pissed off.
"Uh, can you give us a second please?" Sam asked the guy, "You gatta calm down." Sam said to Dean putting a hand on his shoulder trying to help him relax.
"Calm down? I am wearing sunglasses at night! You know who does that? No talent douche bags! I hate this game. I hate that we're in a procedural cop show and you wanna know why? Because I hate procedural cop shows. There's like 300 of them on television there all the same, it's 'ooh plane crash hear, dead body there,' oh shut up!"
"Hey.." Sam said pulling off his glasses.
"What?"
"Check out sweet tooth over there." Dean turned as Sam pointed to the cop who had come up to them before. He had a lollipop in his hand.
"Think that's him?" Dean asked.
"Just uh, follow my lead." Sam said walking towards the man.
"What do we got?" Dean asked the man.
"Well aside from the ligature marks around his neck he has what appears to be a roll of quarters jammed down his throat."
"Well I say, Jackpot." Sam said all dramatically.
"Also, there is a stab wound to the lower abdomen." He said pointing with his lollipop.
"Well I say, No guts no glory." Dean said the same way Sam had moments ago.
"Get that guy a, Tums." Sam said.
"Gutter ball." Dean said feeling absolutely ridiculous.
"Good one guys." The cop said laughing. Dean snuck around behind him with his wooden steak and stabbed him hard just as he turned around. After there was laughter coming from behind Dean that was so familiar it made him nauseous. But it wasn't like they weren't prepared for this. Dean turned around as the laughing cop morphed into the Trickster.
"You got the wrong guy idiots!" He said with a laugh to Dean.
"Did we?" Dean asked as Sam ran up behind him and stabbed him through from behind. The trickster fell to the ground and the scene around them changed back into the warehouse. They left the warehouse and made there way back to the motel. They started to pack things up and got ready to leave. Dean was brushing his teeth in the bathroom while Sam was waiting for him in the motel room. Cas still wasn't back and Dean had been worrying about him and where he was.
"I'm worried man, what that SOB did to Cas. Where is he?" He admitted to Sam. When he got no response he looked around the motel curiously. Figuring Sam had gone out to the car he started out. When he didn't see him he pulled out his phone and started to leave a message as he got into the Impala.
"Dean?" Sam's voice called out.
"Sam?" Dean said looking around the Impala and finding nothing, "Where are you?"
"I don't know." He said fairly confused. Dean found the voice indicator at the same time Sam realized what was happening.
"Oh crap." Sam said upset.
"I don't think we killed the trickster." The radio said. After the surprise wore off Dean left the motel parking lot and started driving. He was pretty pissed off but he kept having to fight off the urge to laugh at Sam's predicament.
"Okay, so what? This is another trick?"
"I don't know, maybe the steak didn't work 'cause it's not a trickster?" Sam guessed.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked
"Well you heard Cas," Sam started and Dean winced, still worried about his whereabouts and safety, "he said this thing was too powerful to be a trickster."
"Yeah and did you notice the way he looked at Cas? Almost like he knew him." Dean said remembering the way Cas' eyes widened and tugged on his shirt.
"And, how pissed he got when you brought up Michael and Lucifer."
"Sonovabitch." Dean said piecing things together.
"What?" Sam asked
"I think I know what we're dealing with." Dean told Sam. Dean continued to drive till he found somewhere to pull over that was fairly secluded. It didn't take long and when they stopped they thought of a plan they were sure could work. So Dean got out the holy oil and prepared it before calling out to the 'trickster'.
"Alright you Sonovabitch!" Dean yelled, "We'll do it!" when nothing happened Dean looked around the area.
"Should I honk?" Sam asked. Dean turned around to say something sarcastic about Sam being a car when the 'trickster' popped up out of nowhere.
"Wow," he said sarcastically, "Sam, get a load of the rims on you."
"Eat me." Sam told him. Dean had to stifle a laugh but it was pretty easy considering how pissed he was.
"Okay boys! Ready to go quietly?"
"Woah, woah, woah, not so fast. Nobody's going anywhere until Sam has opposable thumbs and Cas is here."
"What's the difference? Satan's going to ride his ass one way or another. And your precious boyfriend can wait." Dean glared at him like he never had before and the 'trickster' rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. Sam opened the door to the Impala and stepped out. He glared at the trickster too, a little pissed having been the butt of almost all his tricks today.
"Happy?" He asked them.
"Where, is Cas?" Dean said angry.
"Cas can wait. Why can't I chat with you pretty boys alone?"
"Well fine, why didn't the steak kill you?" Dean asked.
"Well I am the trickster." He said to them.
"Or maybe you're not." Dean said as Sam dropped the lighter onto the ring of holy oil. The 'trickster' looked around at the ring of fire confused.
"Maybe you've always been angel." Dean accused. The 'trickster' burst out laughing.
"A what?! Someone slip a Mickey in your power shake kid?"
"I'll tell you what, you just jump out of the holy fire and we'll call it our mistake." Dean said condescendingly. The trickster laughed again before becoming serious. The scene around them turned back into the warehouse again. The trickster started clapping for them.
"Well played boys, well played. Where'd you get the holy oil?" He asked them.
"Well you might say we pulled it out of Sam's ass." Dean said with a smirk.
"Where'd I screw up?" He asked them.
"Look pal, I'm not talking to you till Cas is back. Now. Or I will dunk you in holy oil and deep fry myself an archangel."
"Calm your ovaries." The trickster said with a sigh. He snapped his fingers and Cas appeared. Dean immediately pulled him close and wiped some blood off his eyebrow. He tried his hardest to ignore the blood stains on the coat's collar.
"You okay?" Dean asked kissing him softly.
"Fine." Cas rasped angrily glaring at the man. "I'm fine." He said again looking to Dean's face, "Hello Gabriel." He said turning back to the angel.
"Gabriel?" Sam said raising his eyebrows, "The archangel?"
"That's me." Gabriel said exasperated.
"It's been a while Gabriel." Cas said glowering.
"I guess it has huh bro? Well it looks like you're doing fine. Got yourself a hot piece of ass."
"Shut up Gabriel." Cas said angrily.
"A little feisty aren't we bro?"
"You have no right to call me your brother. You abandoned heaven and you abandoned me." Cas practically growled. Dean once recalled being the victim of p. Cas. That kid gets mad. "Michael has been a tyrant and Uriel treated me like his bitch. You just ran away like a little kid. You are anything but my brother." Cas spat out the word brother with such venom it even shocked Dean. Cas was standing close to the fires edge now staring Gabriel down. He looked like he positively wanted to spit on him.
"Castiel," Gabriel started, fumbling over words, "I'm..I'm so sorry. I, had no idea."
"It doesn't matter Gabriel. What matters is that you left, and you never came back. I figured I deserved more than that. I don't want to listen to you excuses, brother." Cas spat as he turned and walked out of the warehouse, slamming the door behind him.
"What the hell was that?" Dean asked turning away from the door and back as Gabriel.
"We were, particularly close." Gabriel began to explain with a sad sigh. "I was a few years older than him. He was a cute kid. Much like he is now, always wide eyed and questioning. He was a better brother to me than Luci, Michael, and Raphael ever were. I mean, Luci taught me everything I know but look where that is. I took Castiel under my care. He was my brother. He was my Sam." Gabriel admitted.
"And you just ran away on him? I mean that's low. At least Sam had the decency to tell me he was abandoning me. You though, you just up and took off?" Sam gave him an angry sideways glance.
"Heaven was shit. So I ran. Carved out my own little corner of the world."
"What did Daddy have to say about that?" Dean asked
"Daddy doesn't say anything about anything."
"So what happened? Why'd you ditch?" Sam asked.
"You don't know anything about my family. I love my father and I love my brothers. But watching them turn on each other? Tear at each others throats? I couldn't bear it! Okay? So I left, and know it's happening all over again."
"Then help us stop it!" Sam insisted.
"You can't stop it."
"Do you wanna see the end of the world?" Dean said angrily.
"I want it to be over! I have to sit back and watch my own brothers kill each other thanks to you two! Heaven, Hell don't care who wins! I just want it to be over."
"It doesn't have to be like that." Sam tried. "There has to be some way to pull the plug."
"You do not know my family." Gabriel said with a laugh, "What you guys call the apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner! That's why there's no stopping this. Because this isn't about a war. It's about two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other. You think you'd be able to relate."
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked confused.
"You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you thin you two are the vessels? Think about it, Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father, and Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of daddy's plan. You were born to this boys! It's your destiny! It was always you. As it is in heaven, so it shall be on Earth. One brother, must kill the other."
"What the hell are you saying?" Dean said angrily.
"Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you? Because from the moment Dad flipped on the light down here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. Always."
"No." Dean said shaking his head, "That's not gonna happen."
"I'm sorry," Gabriel told him, "but it is. Guys, I wish this were a TV show. Easy answers, endings tied up in a bow. But this is real. And it's gonna end bloody for all of us. That's just how it's gatta be."
"So. Boys. Now what? We stare at each other for the rest of eternity?" Gabriel asked still in the holy fire.
"We're out of here. Cas is waiting. Come on Sammy." Dean said pissed off. He'd always hated the guy, but now, after he learned how he treated Cas, he was furious.
"Uh, okay? Guys! So, so what? Huh? You gonna leave me here forever?" Gabriel said desperately.
"No. We're not. Because we don't screw with people the way you do. And for the record, this isn't about some prize fight between your brothers, or some destiny that can't be stopped; this is about you, not being too afraid to stand up to your family." Dean smashed the fire alarm and pulled it. He glared at Gabriel as the sprinklers started up.
"Don't say I never did anything for you!" dean said angrily leaving the warehouse.
"All that stuff he was spouting in there you think he was telling the truth?" he asked Sam.
"I think he believes it." Sam guessed.
"So what do we do?"
"I don't know." Sam said with a sigh. Dean found Cas leaning against the car, eyes cast down. Dean moved in front of him pulling his chin up to meet his lips.
"You sure you're okay?" Dean asked gazing into the sad, blue eyes. Cas nodded silently and kissed Dean once again softly.
"Let's get out of here." Dean said letting go of Cas' chin and sliding into the drivers seat. Dean drove away from the beaten down warehouse and down the road without looking back.
a/n: much love to readers! If you have any suggestions with what I should do don't be afraid to tell me! All guests welcome! Love y'all! Tootles!