Okay everyone, my apologies for the long break on my part. i will admit, chapters like these, based more on specific episodes, take longer and my professors are starting to pile me with studies. anywho, i have not only written this chapter, but i'm also doing final touches on the next one and to the fifth chapter of my other story so everything should be back on track shortly.
The following day, Kimberly was surprised to see the three of us, Dean, Sam and I that is, stumble through the doors at 10 in the morning. We didn't look any different. None of us did. Dean looked like his usually 30 year old self but any trace of worry that would normally rise out of Kimberly was tarnished by her special curricular activities last night.
"Hey guys. Late night?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes at Kimberly's question. We were exhausted from our previous night but would she actually notice? Nope. She's too perky right now.
"Oh yeah." Dean answered sarcastically.
"Really? What did you guys do?" I shrugged as if it was no big deal.
"Oh you know, fight a witch, watched Dean die, meet Death. Same old, same old." The guys smiled at my attitude while Kim's eyes popped out of her head.
"You met Death? Like the Death? Oh my God Shar, why didn't you call me?" I simply stared at the girl who knows better than anybody that I hate stupid questions. "When Prue met Death, she died later on. We have to fix this!" She hopped up and was heading up the stairs.
"Cool your horse's big sis. He wasn't after me and it wasn't the angel of Death. It was just death. One of his little minions coming to get an 80 year old Dean." Once again the boys laughed at the look of confusion on Kim's face. "You miss a lot when you're horseback riding like it's the Kentucky derby." Dean barked out a laugh and gave me a high five. Kimberly glared at me.
"Are you going to tell me what happened or are you just going to poke fun?"
"I don't really think there's much poking left to be done." Dean chimed in. I stifled my laugh.
"Okay, we're done being assholes." I sat down and was followed by Dean and Sam, ready to enlighten her on our outing. We went through a brief telling about the 25 year old dead guy and the guy that was supposed to be old and wrinkly, but instead he was in his mid twenties having a threesome. Dean explained that Bobby gambled with a poker playing witch and lost, so he played to save Bobby's years.
"Which is where I came in. While I was trying to get away from Whore-assic Park 4, I ran into Sam who explained that they were up against a witch and needed my help. By the way… why did you decide to get freaky in this house?" Once again, Kimberly glared at me.
"I wasn't planning on getting freaky. When it was time for me to go home, Cody walked me to the door and…"
"And your goodnight kiss turned into Ambushed at Midnight." I said flashing my hands as if I was pitching an idea for a movie.
"Could we get back to the witch and Dean dying perhaps?" she interrupted.
"Dean died?" Dylan asked as she descended down the stairs with her hair completely untamed. Sam chuckled and continued our adventure.
"When he played, he cashed in twenty five for Bobby and lost a total of 50 years." Sam informed. "That's when Death started coming after him. It was a lot of fun laughing at Dean and his achy breaky back until we found out he was going to die."
"Speaking of which, killing Bobby is officially on my bucket list." Dean added.
"Shar tried to buy Dean sometime." Sam continued.
"Yeah, she started preaching some crap about the divine order of things." Dean chuckled.
"Don't laugh. It's real. When we meet the elders, you'll see. Anyway, this witch was throwing things off. He was cheating death and helping others do so as well, but as always, Death was stubborn."
"Luckily, the man-witch had a girlfriend who helped Shar with a reversal spell.
"You mean the one that didn't work?" Sam added jokingly. I nudged Sam playfully.
"Hey, what do you want from me? You didn't get the right toothpick."
"Sammy played the witch and won and saved the day. So all is well that ends well." Dean concluded.
"I still think the funniest part was watching you climb stairs." Sam laughed.
"Really, because I thought the funniest part was the he-witch giving you the clap." Dean countered. On reflex Dean and I clapped twice in unison and laughed. Dylan and Kimberly watched the exchange and smiled knowing that they were missing something.
Truth be told, apart from the whole Death thing, I enjoyed myself last night. Hanging out with an 80 year old Dean, he didn't have the strength to put his usual guard up. We bonded. I saw him more as a pain in the ass big brother than the idiotic scumbag I viewed him as before. I saw a part of him that made me realize why Kim may fall in love with him in the future. I also saw the other side to Bobby. He was saddened by his disability to the point of suicide. Bottom line. These guys, or idjits as Bobby would say, are a part of our lives now. Even though it hasn't been that long, I couldn't picture life any other way.
Shortly after, about a week or so later, the guys were on a case in Ohio. It was the weekend, and us girls were bored upstate, so we decided to take a little road trip and visit the guys. Dylan still hadn't learned how to orb us places, but we weren't concerned because we loved to drive our cars. With work and school, and Dean wanting to take a case out of state, Sam and I still hadn't gotten a chance to go on our little 'date'. I was no longer avoiding it. Since I opened my big mouth, I might as well have a little fun, so I figured while we were out of town, we could hangout. However when we arrived, the surprise wasn't taken as well as we thought it would. We walked into a heated discussion about some demon called a trickster. They've mentioned it once before, but we were still lost on why this thing was such a major threat. The guys refused to get into detail about their experience with it. But now, Sam was thinking about teaming up with it, which Dean of course disliked. When Sam opened the door, he held a shotgun hidden behind and Dean clutched a stake ready to strike.
"Hi?" we said in unison. The guys immediately un-tensed.
"What are you guys doing here?" Dean said with a restless sigh. Kimberly shrugged.
"Surprising you?" she answered. We walked past Sam and plopped down on the bed.
"Well, you guys should go back home. It's not safe right now." I raised a brow at Sam.
"When are they going to learn that we are more powerful than them?" Kimberly asked Dylan and I. The men glared at us, and we matched their faces with a playful glare. Our staring match was interrupted however, by their walky-talky, which was dialed into the police station. A policeman was asking for backup, saying that he was unable to describe what he was seeing.
"That sounds weird." Dean spoke.
"Weird enough to be our guy?" Sam asked.
"Let's go find out." Dylan chimed in with a hyper tone. Dean shook his head.
"We'll go. We have some business to take care of. You guys wait here." Kim, Dylan and I shared a look before Kimberly walked over to the table and grabbed Dean's shotgun. She also picked up the Ruby knife and handed it to me. Dylan picked up the extra stake and we walked out of the motel room, ignoring the stares of disbelief we were getting. "Gosh, their stubborn." Dean mumbled to Sam.
We drove up to some dingy looking warehouse and there were no cops, or people in sight whatsoever.
"There was a murder here and there's nobody here. How does that look to you?" Dean said as he went to arm himself.
"Crappy." Sam answered. Kimberly cocked her gun. "You know, bullets won't stop this guy." Sam informed her.
"Well, that's why we have powers." Dylan defended us. We quickly entered the building, readying ourselves for a fight. It was confusing to see Sam, Dean and Dylan in white robe like wear. Kim and I were in blue scrubs and we all had stethoscopes hanging from our necks.
"What the hell?" Kimberly muttered. We were in the middle of a hospital. Two hot chicks strutted by in scrubs.
"Doctor." They said to Sam, Dean, and Dylan. Kim and I looked at them.
"Doctor?" I mused. Dean turned around and opened the door we just came in from. It was now a closet hiding two workers who were making out furiously. Each of us wore strange looks of confusion with our eyes popping out. We walked in silence, trying to figure out what happened when another nurse walked up to Sam.
"Doctor." She spoke and then without warning, she swung her palm harshly across his face. Kim and I grabbed our mouth's in shock while Dean jumped, and Dylan tried not to laugh.
"Ow!" He said.
"Seriously?" she asked him.
"What?" he breathed. His ear still ringing from the popping sound her hand made with his face.
"Seriously? You're brilliant you know! And a coward." I watched as Dean stared at this girl as if he knew her. "You're a brilliant coward." She spoke.
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked utterly confused. POW! She slapped him again. That time, Dylan couldn't help herself as she huffed out laughter.
"Don't ask stupid questions Sammy." I muttered through my giggles. Sam tensed becoming heated. Sam has a hatred for being slapped ever since he lost that cursed rabbits foot and that hunter on God's mission kept slapping him, calling him a liar.
"As if you don't know." She said before turning on her heel and taking off in the other direction. As she walked away, Sam glared at us as we broke out into a symphony of laughter.
"I don't believe this." Dean spoke. "That was doctor Pickaloe."
"Who?" Sam asked still trying to calm his fumes.
"Doctor Ellen Pickaloe. The sexy, yet earnest doctor at Seattle Mercy Hospital!" Dean explained in excitement. Sam went up to his brother, questioning his sanity.
"Uh, Dean, what the hell are you talking about?"
"The doctor getups. The sexy interns." Dean rambled. He looked at Kim and I who wore perfect make up. Kimberly's hair was crimped and mine curly. "The 'seriously?" Dean quoted. "It all makes sense."
"In what way does any of this make sense?" Dylan asked, coming down from her laughing high.
"We're in Dr. Sexy MD." Dean explained as if that is supposed to make sense to us. The four of us stared at him with the same questioning look on our faces.
"Is that a TV show?" Kimberly guessed.
"A soap that Dean watched when he went through menopause." Sam teased.
"How the hell are we in the TV?" I panicked.
"The trickster." Sam concluded. "See, you should have stayed in the motel like we told you to." I glared at him.
"Please, you're going to need the power of three to get out of TV land."
"Oh boy." Dean whispered as his cheeks turned flush. "It's him." He said sounding like a teenage girl who saw Justin Bieber for the first time. We looked down the hall to see a hot man with long black locks heading right to us. Dean tensed and looked like he was going to feint. "It's him. It's Dr. Sexy." Kimberly choked on her laugh as the man marched up to us.
"Doctor." He spoke to Dean.
"Doctor." Dean smiled, not being able to hold eye contact with such a sexy man.
"Doctor." Dr. Sexy repeated to Dylan.
"Doctor." Dylan answered with a wink.
"Doctor." Sam nodded but didn't answer. Dean kicked him. Sam sighed.
"Doctor." Kimberly and I were trying desperately not to laugh but this was priceless.
"You want to give me 1 good reason why you defied my direct order." Dr. Sexy growled at Dean. "Doing the experimental face transplant on our patient." Dean was speechless, not knowing what to say.
"One reason?" he asked. The doctor nodded. "Sure." Dean smiled again. He truly never seemed gayer. But then he looked down at the man's sneakers and attacked him, pushing him into a wall. "You're not Dr. Sexy." Dean demanded. I could no longer take this conversation seriously. I leaned against Sam and cackled.
"You're crazy." The doctor answered.
"Really? Cause I swore that part of what makes Dr. Sexy sexy is the fact that he wears cowboy boots." At that point if Sam wasn't holding me up, I'd of fallen on the ground dying from laughter. "Not tennis shoes." Dean continued, ignoring my obnoxious laughter.
"Yeah, you're not a fan." Sam jabbed.
"It's a guilty pleasure." Dean bit back. Kim and Dylan joined me in laughter when everyone around us froze and Dr. Sexy turned into this dweeby looking guy.
"You guys are getting better!" he exclaimed. He looked past Dean, at us and winked. "Hey. Nice to meet ya."
"Get us the hell out of here." Dean said through gritted teeth.
"Or what?" the trickster said while grabbing Dean's arm. He pulled him off with ease as Dean grabbed at his arm in pain. "I don't see any wooden stakes big guy."
"That was you on the police scanner right?" Sam declared. "This is a trick."
"Hellooo." He said as if Sam was a bit slow. "Tricksterrr." He pointed to himself. "I heard you two yahoos were in town. How could I resist? Besides, I get to meet your new friends." He held Dylan's hand and kissed it before she snatched it away. "Mi amor." He said while wiggling his brows at her. She rubbed the back of her hand on Dean's doctor gear.
"I need to be sterilized." She bit out. The trickster bit playful at her making her puke a little in her mouth.
"Where the hell are we?" Dean asked.
"My place. It's all homemade. My own sets and actors. Call it my own little idiot box."
"Dylan, now would be a nice time to upgrade your orbing skills." I suggested. She simply stared at me.
"How do we get out?" Dean asked.
"That my friend is the $64 question."
"Look, we don't want trouble. We just need to talk to you. We need your help?" Sam tried.
"Hmm." The trickster tossed the thought around in his mind. "Let me guess. You two mutton heads broke the world and you want me to sweep up your mess. I thought that was their job." He said nodding in our direction. I wondered what else they were keeping from us. I mean if this guy is going to save the world, why bring us in the picture?
"Please." Sam tried again. "Just five minutes. Here us out."
"Sure. Tell you what. Survive the next 24 hours and we'll talk."
"Survive what?" Dylan asked.
"The game my little feisty pet." The trickster clawed at her and roared. Kim chuckled, finding Dylan's disgusted facial expression amusing.
"What game?" Dean asked getting irritated.
"You're in it."
"How do we play?" I asked.
"You're playing it.
"What are the rules?" Dean growled. The trickster smiled and then vanished. "Son of a bitch!" The five of us stood in the middle of trickster land with no hope of actually escaping. Suddenly, this wasn't all that funny anymore.