"By the way," Dean started as we tried finding a way out. "Talking with monsters…hell of a plan."

"What do we do now?" Sam said ignoring his brother's jab.

"You know what I'm doing? Leaving." Dean said as we marched toward the exit. Suddenly, Ellen popped up again and all you heard was the swing of her hand. Sam dodged it that time.

"Lady!" he warned. "What the hell?"

"You are a brilliant, brilliant-"

"Yeah, a coward." Sam cut her off. "You already said that. But I got news for you. I am not a doctor." She stared up at him and her eyes filled with concern. She gasped.

"Don't say that." She breathed. Sam sighed in frustration and looked over her head, no longer wanting to speak to this woman. "You are the finest cerebral vascular neural surgeon I have ever met and I've met plenty. So that girl died on your table. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anybody's fault. Sometimes people just die." Sam nodded slowly at her, hoping she'd just go away. Slowly, the smiles crept back to our faces, finding this really amusing.

"I have no idea what you're saying to me." He spoke losing his patience.

"You're afraid. You're afraid to operate again and you're afraid to love." She then began to cry as she walked away. We stood in silence just taking in that moment.

"Well. That was…interesting." Kimberly broke out. Sam glared at her while the rest of us laughed.

"We're getting out of here." Sam commanded. Then some other scruffy man came up to Dean.

"Hey doctor." Dean highly annoyed, turned to face the man.

"Yeah?"

"My wife needs that face transplant." Dean stared at the man with fake concern.

"Ok." He snapped. "You know what pal? None of this is real. And your wife doesn't need jack squat." Sam and Dean then continued to walk to the exit with us following when the man took out a gun and pulled the trigger. Dean was instantly shot. "Real. It's real." He gasped as he fell to the ground. We ran to his side.

"Hey! We need a doctor!" Sam yelled. Everyone stared at him as if he was forgetting something. He's the doctor here. We all geared up with gloves and masks as we prepared to fix Dean. Luckily for us, Kim and I were only interns. We just had to watch. Dylan refused to touch Dean while everyone stared at Sam.

"Doctor?" Another nurse pressed. He sighed as she held out a scalpel.

"What?" he asked.

"Take the freaking scalpel." Dylan growled. He looked at her and shook his head.

"Not to alarm anyone, but Dean's heart beat is dropping way down." I said reading the monitor.

"Sam!" Dean spoke. He wasn't even knocked out. This was really screwed. "Do something!" Sam kneeled down to his head.

I don't know how to use any of this crap!" he growled at Dean. I chuckled. The situation was screwed but it's still a little funny.

"Figure it out!" Dean ordered.

"Okay. I need a penknife, some dental floss and a fifth of whiskey." Everyone turned and stared at him in shock. "Stat!" he yelled. We watched as the useful interns scurried off to get what he was asking. "You know, you guys could do something too."

"Watching is doing something." I smiled. Sam glared at me. I then pointed out the window. That same crazy Ellen was in the window smiling lovingly at Sam. He forced a smile her way feeling creeped out.

"I love you." She mouthed to him. As Dean stared at the ground, he noticed the lights started flickering and there was clapping. Next thing he knew, some old Asian man came running out of blue doors. He was speaking Japanese then he switched to english.

"Let's play NUTCRACKER!" Dean looked down to see his feet were bolted down and there was a ball on a pole below his legs. He looked over and Sam was in the same position. I was in the audience with Kim and Dylan suddenly. "Sam Winchester." He spoke while taking out some cards. In Japanese the man asked Sam, what was the name of the demon you chose over your own brother. As part of the audience, it shocked us that we understood exactly what the man had asked. Sam on the other hand, looked around frantically, not knowing what was going on at all. "Count down." The man said.

"What?" Sam asked. The big clock started to count down from 20 seconds. "Uh, what am I supposed to say?" He whispered to Dean.

"You think I know?" Dean responded.

"Uh, I don't know, um I don't understand Japanese." The man then commenced in repeating the question in Japanese. Sam smiled and laughed.

"I don't understand. I can't speak Japanese." Then the time went out. The buzzer buzzed. Sam and Dean looked around frantically, not knowing what happens next.

"The answer is… RUBY!" the man said. "I'm sorry Sam Winchester." Sam and Dean shrugged.

"Sorry?" Sam asked with a nervous chuckle. "Sorry for what?" The man made a mock apologetic face and then the room went silent. Next thing Sam knew, the pole swung upward, driving the ball right into Sam's groin. He gasped in pain and his eyes crossed. The girls and I gasped and then busted out laughing.

"Oh! NUTCRACKER!" The Japanese man said while pumping his fist like Tiger Woods. Dean watched in terror as Sam leaned over in pain. Dean then looked out into the audience and spotted us laughing. His scared face only made us howl louder. On the big screen above their heads, that painful moment replayed once in full speed and then once in slow motion.

"OHhhhhhhhh." Sam's howl sounded significantly deeper than normal.

"NuuuttCRRRACCCKKKKEEEERRRRRRR!" The man did the crane pose and then kicked.

"Sam?" Dean asked in concern.

"Yeah." Sam grunted. As the man went over to one of the show girls to advertise shrimp chips, Dean continued.

"You okay?" Sam's face instantly lost the pain as he glared at his bother. Dean then looked down and realized that he was next. While panicking for his own wellbeing, Castiel popped through the door. "Cass?" Dean said thankful.

"Oh, now he comes." Sam muttered bitterly.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Us? What are you doing here?" Dean shot back.

"Looking for you. You've been missing for days." The girls and I travelled out of the audience and walked up to them.

"Days? Crap, how many?" I asked.

"Who cares? Get us the hell out of here!" Sam exclaimed overwhelmed.

"Let's go." He said as he readied himself to zap us back to our home. Then he vanished and we were still in the television.

"No. Mr. Trickster does not like pretty boy angel." The Japanese host explained. Kim grabbed my arm and we quickly ran back to our seats before we got zapped to only God knows where like Cass did.

"Kim!" Dean yelled. "Freeze!"

"I can't. I've tried that already." Dean's face lost color as the man reached in his suit jacket for more cards.

"Dean Winchester. Would your mother and father still be alive if your brother was never born?" The man asked in Japanese.

"What do I do?" Dean began to panic. "I don't want to get hit in the nuts."

"I don't know." Sam answered. The countdown was already going. "Wait, I played a doctor."

"What?"

"In Dr. Sexy. I played a doctor. I operated."

"So?" Dean asked hoping Sam would get to the point before his time ran out.

"So, I played the role the trickster wanted me to play. Maybe we should just go along with it."

"Go along with what?"

"With the game!" Sam said frantically. "You're on a game show right, so just answer the question!"

"In Japanese!" Dean growled.

"Yeah!"

"I don't know Japanese!"

"Try!"

"Dammit!" Dean said slamming his hand on the button before the buzzer went off. Dean looked around and decided to say something. He only hoped it wasn't offensive, since he had no idea how to speak any Japanese. As he spoke, his words were Japanese. "The answer is… yes?" The host looked at him and repeated the answer. Dean nodded and repeated it once again. He looked at Sam in shock. The man then jumped up, yelling.

"Dean Winchester!" Dean readied himself for a terrible blow to the gonads when the man continued. "Nutcracker CHAMPION!" We clapped in disbelief, one from the fact that he won and two from the fact that this questions were really awkward and they probably don't even know what they were answering to.

"How did you do that?" Sam asked upset that he didn't figure it out sooner.

"I have no idea." Dean answered with a big grin on his face.

The scenery changed so quickly. We were by a lake and the place was green with forestation. There was a woman doing some advanced yoga pose.

"I have genital herpes." She spoke surprising us all. Suddenly we were all inside a home with an old man sitting on a brown sofa.

"I have genital herpes." The man spoke. Next thing we knew, we were in a park. Kimberly, Dylan, and I were on the side with pom poms in our hands while Dean and Sam were on the basketball court. Sam looked down in his hands and saw that he was holding a basketball. He made a free-throw shot.

"Seriously?" he asked. We quickly understood what was going on. That trickster was making a genital herpes commercial starring no other than our very own Sam Winchester. Dean ran up to him, trying not to laugh.

"Hey. You're the one who said play our roles." He teased. Dean nodded towards us and patted Sammy on the shoulder before returning to the basketball game. Deciding to play my role, I decided to channel my cheery side. Since I used to cheer at my previous college, making up a cheer was easy.

"Girls, cheer with me." I told Kim and Dylan. I did simple hand motions while yelling out my cheer.

"Sam's got H-E…R-P-E…S! But he's still the best! H-E…R-P-E…S! But he's still the best!" Dean fell on the floor, dying of laughter as Kimberly and Dylan joined me in my chant. Sam glared at me in humiliation. "I SAID 'H-E…R-P-E…S! But he's still the best! H-E…R-P-E…S! SAMMY YOU'RE STILL THE BEST!" We kicked and jumped for him as he gave us death stares. "Come on Sammy! You can do it!" We yelled out at him. His hands were on his hips and he took a deep frustrated breath. Then he finally opened his mouth.

"I've got…" he struggled to say it. "Genital..herpes.!" With that, the girls and I burst into cheers and we were suddenly back at the lake.

"I tried to be responsible." The woman doing yoga said. Next, we were back at the house with the old man and a woman sitting next to him.

"Did I try." He said not really questioning it. Then we were all back on the basketball court and Sammy looked entirely pissed to be back.

"But now I… take twice daily Herpexia to reduce my chances…of passing it on." He looks over to us and gives me the most unwilling, awkward wink of all time. I found it hilarious! There was a box of the prescription pill on a stool so I grabbed it and went over to him.

"So after your big game, you're coming over right?" I asked. I tried to keep a straight face while Sam told me with his eyes that he wanted to kill me. "Don't worry, I've got your Herpexia and protection. Go win the game and we can celebrate!" I pinched his butt and then went back to the cheer section where my sisters were turning red in the face from all the laughter.

"He's going to kill you." Dylan whispered to me. I laughed and nodded.

"Eh, it's worth it." I turned back to Sam who was still giving me death glares and blew him a kiss. Back at the lake, once again, the woman spoke.

"Ask your doctor about using Herpexia."

"Patients should consult their doctor before using Herpexia. Possible side effects include headache, diarrhea, permanent erectile dysfunction, thoughts of suicide and nausea." Dean spoke as the woman changed yoga poses and the old couple danced to music.

"I am doing all I can to slightly lessen the spread of…of…genital herpes!" Sam said oh so joyfully. "And that's a good thing." Then Sam went back to playing ball.

As the channels changed and the fun of laughing at each other slowly died out, the girls and I were glad to once again be seated in the audience. Apparently, this trickster guy made a sitcom out of Sam and Dean's lives. As Sam wondered aloud how long we've been stuck in retard land, Castiel walked through the door. He had a bloody nose and a cut above his eye.

"Cass!" The five of us yelled in unison. The croud began to boo him as Kimberly, Dylan and I ran onto the stage.

"You okay?" Dylan asked him.

"I don't have much time." He answered.

"What happened?" Sam asked him.

"I got out."

"From?" Kim asked him. Castiel could be so vague sometimes.

"Listen to me. Something is not right. This thing is much more powerful than it should be."

"The trickster?" Dean asked. Kimberly stared at him with a sarcastic look on her face. 'What else would he be talking about?' she wondered.

"If it is a trickster."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked. Suddenly, Castiel flew into the wall and the trickster popped in.

"Hello!" he yelled to the audience as they cheered. Castiel sat up with is mouth duct taped. "Thank you! Please. Stop." He spoke to the audience portraying modesty. Then Cass got up. "Hey Castiel!" With a simple flick of the hand, Cass vanished once again leaving us to our misery.

"Where did you send him?" Dean demanded.

"Relax. He'll live…maybe." Dean became heated.

"You know what? I'm done with the monkey dance. Okay? We get it!"

"Really? Get what?"

"Playing our roles. Right? That's your game?"

"Play your roles out there." This monster corrected. "Sam starring as Lucifer. Dean starring as Michael. You're celebrity death match. Play your roles."

"You want us to say yes to those sons of bitches?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"Hells yeah!" The monster responded. "Let's light this candle!" he sounded excited.

"If we do that, the world will end!" Sam exclaimed.

"Yeah, and whose fault is that? Who popped Lucifer out of the box?" Sam and Dean stood silent as this thing pointed fingers. I looked at my sisters and they were just as confused as me. These guys aren't telling us the whole story. We keep picking bits and pieces up along the way and even though we know a majority of what went down, I'm tired of the surprises. "Look, it's started. You started it! It can't be stopped." Dylan, Kimberly and I all shared the same look of disappointment on our faces. And to think, we are the ones that are supposed to be the monsters? Witches didn't let Lucifer out of Candy Land, they did. "So, let's get it over with." The girls and I remained speechless while Sam bowed his head in guilt and Dean glared at the monster. Seems to me, the guy is telling it like it is, which is more than I can say for those two.

"Heaven or Hell? Which side are you on?" Dean asked after a moment.

"I'm not on either side. You're such an arrogant dick. I don't work for either of those S.O.B.'s. Believe me."

"Aw, you're somebody's bitch." Dean spat back out.

"Dean." Kimberly scolded. All he's done is made things worse. Just shut up already. The trickster took him by the shirt and swung him into the wall, pinning him there.

"Don't you ever, EVER presume to know what I am." He said through gritted teeth. I refused to lift a finger because at this point, I'd rather hang with Mr. Tivo. When the girls didn't move I could tell the feeling was mutual. "Now listen very closely. Here's what's going to happen. You're going to suck it up, except your responsibilities, and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you."

"And if we don't?" Sam jumped in.

"Then you'll stay here in TV Land. Forever."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I've had just about enough of this." Kimberly stepped up. "Look, you can do whatever you want to do with these two goons but how about you let us out of here. We have a job to do, and we have nothing to do with this crap."

"Yeah, but the three of you have so much spunk. You give us ratings." With that, he snapped his fingers and once again we were off. Suddenly, we were in front of a murder scene. Dean and Sam were dressed like feds with dark shades on in the night time. They were dressed like douche bags. The three of us were dressed as state cops with bullet proof vests and guns. I had half a mind to shoot them in their kneecaps.

"Oh come on." Dean moaned. I rolled my eyes and pushed past him.

"Let's just get this over with." I bit out. Sam and Dean stared at me and then looked at my sisters for an explanation, only to see anger and annoyance written on their faces as well.

"So, what do you think?" Some man asked them. The girls brushed past them and accompanied me to the body.

"Doorman." I mumbled.

"Doorman." Dylan said louder.

"Doorman!" Kimberly yelled. Ever since watching Knocked Up, we call assholes doormen. They may not know that it's an insult, but we do. It makes us feel better.

"I can't believe they kept that a secret. Isn't that a huge detail. Yeah, they dropped hints, but how the fuck were we supposed to guess that!" Dylan ranted.

"We weren't. that was the point." Kimberly answered.

"I swear to god, if I die here, I'm going to be the worst ghost they have EVER encountered!" I yelled. While the guys 'played their roles', we decided to have fun. There were a few cute cops on the scene to flirt with. We decided to go on strike. No more helping them play roles bullshit. Out of nowhere, Dean was stabbing some guy in the heart surprising us all.

"Oh my God! Did you get him?" Dylan asked. Then the guy that she was flirting with began to laugh. His cackling grew as he shifted into the trickster.

"Don't worry baby. I'm fine." He said to Dylan. Once again, bile tried to work its way up her throat. Of course, she wasn't going to do anything because she has a boyfriend, but just the fact that she flirted with this doorman made her skin crawl. "You got the wrong guy idiot!

"Did we?" Dean asked confusing us all before Sam popped up behind him and stabbed him with a large piece of wood. Suddenly, we were all back in that crap warehouse. I never thought I'd be so happy to see this place again.

We went back to the motel in silence. The guys knew exactly what was on our minds and knew that once they got us started, there would be absolutely no stopping us. I decided to go get some air. Suddenly, these people were stifling me.

"I'm going out. Do you want anything?" I asked Kimberly, who was flicking through the channels aimlessly. She simply shook her head no. "Dylan?" She was on her bed reading a book.

"A bottle of water would be nice." I nodded and went to the door, completely ignoring Dean who was brushing his teeth and Sam who was sitting at the table. I was a few steps past freedom when I heard the door open and close behind me.

"Hey! Shar." I could hear Sam call as he jogged over to me. I let out a restless sigh.

"Yes?" I asked. We had stopped walking and Sam had his hands in his pocket like a shy 13 year old boy.

"How are you doing?" I raised a brow at him. Surely after all this time living together he would know how much I hate stupid questions. "I mean with everything that you found out?" I stared at him, debating whether to hit him, yell at him or just ignore him.

"I'm wondering why you didn't tell me like, I don't know, maybe when we moved in together?" He nodded in understanding.

"I know. We should have told you guys but what good would that do? It doesn't change what happened."

"Sam, I'm not really that mad because you idiots ended the world. I'm sure that wasn't your intentions and it was just a horrible mistake. The most retarded mistake in human history, but a mistake nonetheless. I'm upset at the nerve of you. You guys have some nerve. Castiel told us how you felt about working with us. You called us monsters. Well, take a look at us, and then take a look at yourselves. Who's really the monster here, huh Sammy?" With that I turned and walked away, leaving him to watch my slowly disappearing figure in shame.

When I returned Dean, Dylan, and Kim were heading to the car. They waved me over.

"What's going on guys?"

"Sam's missing." Dylan said. "Probably went to go end the world. Oh, no. Wait. You two knuckle heads already did that." Dean ignored her jabs as we all hopped into the Impala. Suddenly, we heard Sam's voice.

"Dylan?" We all froze and looked around us.

"Sam?" Dean called. "Where are you?"

"Yeah because this isn't creepy at all." Kimberly said sarcastically.

"I don't know." Sam answered. We saw that Dean's car lit up every time Sam spoke. Sam was in the car... or he was the car. "Oh crap. I don't think we killed the trickster."

"So, the stake didn't work. Is this another trick?" Dean asked.

"I don't know. Maybe the stake didn't work because it's not a trickster?"

"Wow Sam. Really? What would give you that idea? The fact that Castiel said that it may not be?" I said with a fake sweet voice.

"Alright, that's enough!" Dean barked at me and turned to look at us.

"Turn around! Just keep driving doorman! Focus on your job!" We yelled back. We weren't going to allow them to treat us like the run the show anymore. When things settled down, they began to review the clues.

"I think I know what we're dealing with." Dean said.

"Oh that sounds promising." Kimberly said with a roll of her eyes. Finally, they stopped at this cabin. As Dean dug around in Sam's backside, we sat on the bench. Finally, it was show time.

"Alright you son of a bitch!" Dean yelled. "Uncle! We'll do it!"

"Should I honk?" Sam asked. Next thing we knew, the trickster shows up.

"Wow Sam. Get a load of the rims on you."

"Eat me." Sam replied.

"Okay boys. Ready to go quietly?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, not so fast." Dean objected. "Nobody's going anywhere until Sam as opposable thumbs."

"What's the difference. Satan's going to ride his ass one way or another." A chuckle escaped my lips. Dean turned and glared at me so I just shrugged. The guy is funny. What can I say? The trickster saw that Dean was serious and snapped his fingers reluctantly. Sam then opened the door and got out of the impala. "Happy?"

"Tell me one thing. Why didn't the stake kill you?" Dean asked.

"I am the trickster." He said as if it was obvious.

"But maybe you're not." With that, Sam took out a lighter and lit a circle of Holy Oil around him. "Maybe you've always been an angel." Dean continued. The trickster gave him a look that said yeah right and began to laugh.

"A what?" he exclaimed. "Somebody 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." Suddenly, we were once again in the warehouse, but the real one this time. The angel began to clap his hands.

"Well played boys. Well played. Where'd you get the holy oil?"

"You might say we pulled it out of Sam's ass." Dean joked. Sam couldn't help but look at Dean disapprovingly. The guys got into explaining how they figured it out with such pride.

"So which one are you?" Sam asked. "Grumpy, sneezy, or douchy."

"Gabriel, okay. They call me Gabriel."

"I'm sorry. Maybe I'm wrong, but if my memory serves me correctly, which it rarely does, aren't you supposed to be an arch angel. Soldier of heaven?" I asked. Dylan and Kimberly looked at me in shock. "What, I have a bible for a reason."

"Guilty." Gabriel said.

"See, this is why I'm an atheist." Dylan spoke up.

"How can you still be one now?" Kimberly asked.

"I haven't seen God and so far the angels we've met are completely useless douche nozzles, excluding Cass, and the only reason he is the way he is, is because he rebelled under human influences." I nodded my head. She had a point.

"Ouch dear, you hurt my feelings." Gabriel said holding his chest.

"So, how does an arch angel become a trickster?" Dean asked still confused.

"It's for protection. Skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world until you two screwed it all up."

"What did daddy say when you ran off and joined the pagans?"

"Daddy doesn't say anything about anything."

"What happened? Why'd you ditch?" Sam asked.

"Well do you blame him? His brothers are heavyweight douche bags." Dean answered.

"You shut your cake whole." Gabriel bit back. "You don't know anything about my family. I love my father and my brothers. Love them. But watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other's throats? I couldn't bare it. Okay! So I left and now it's happening all over again."

"Talk about family baggage." Kimberly mumbled.

"Then help us stop it!" Sam shouted frustrated.

"It can't be stopped." Gabriel told us. "Not by you or your little cheerleaders."

"You want to see the end of the world?" Dean asked disgusted by his cowardice.

"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, I don't care who wins! I just wasn't it to be over."

"Don't you two have a little brother?" I asked Sam and Dean. Everyone stared at me. "If this is a blood line and seniority thing then why isn't he Gabriel's vessel?" My very good point was apparently unappreciated. Sam continued, ignoring my question. "It doesn't have to be like this! There has to be some way to pull the plug!" Gabriel began to laugh again.

"You do not know my family. What you guys call the apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner. That's why there's no stopping this. 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." The girls and I suddenly felt awkward tension building up. From the stories that Bobby and Cass has shared with us, Sam and Dean have had some major violent issues.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked. They seriously seemed oblivious. We haven't known them for that long and even we knew that was a stupid question.

"You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it. Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father. 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 must be on Earth." Yeah, definitely awkward. "One brother has to kill the other." I was suddenly wondering why the hell I was here. I don't like awkward moments.

"What the hell are you saying?" Dean asked very irritated.

"Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you? Because from the moment dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all going to end with you. Always." The Charmed Ones are supposed to be Team Destiny, but from our trip to the future, and this…I'm Team Free Will.

"No." Dean spoke after the angels words soaked in. "That's not going to happen."

"I'm sorry." Gabriel spoke. "But it is. Guys, I wish this was a TV show. Easy answers, endings wrapped up in a bow, but this is real. And it's going to end bloody for all of us. That's just how it's got to be."

As we marched out of the warehouse, I felt conflicted. A part of me wanted to kill them. I was so angry. But a part of me actually felt pity, just imagining how they must feel right now. Damn my nice side, I wish I could just kill them. When we got back in the car, Dean opened his mouth.

"so, we have some explaining to do." He said. Kimberly raised her hand to silence him.

"Just…let's just get home." After, dropping us off by comet, we drove back in silence, having some chance to get away from the guys and all the tension. As we drove, I was just fidgeting and playing with my necklace when I was drawn into another premonition.

We stood in front of Lucifer and his peeling face. The three of us were dressed like absolute hookers, only something we'd where if we were possessed.

"You've come for a fight?" he asked.

"We've come to give you what you want." Kim spoke. Lucifer raised a brow and waited. "Our loyalties." We gave devious smiles. After a moment of thinking it over, Lucifer smiled and nodded.

"Very well. We have much to do. Let's go win this thing." With that he vanished, leaving us behind for only a moment before we blinked out. Well, that can't be good.