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Episode: Season 2 Episode 15

Part: 2

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

(L/n) = Last Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

(N/n) = Nickname

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom

Enjoy~!

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~Hotel Room, Day~

"Aliens?" Bobby questioned.

"Yep."

"Aliens?"

"Yeah."

"Look, even if they are real, they're sure as hell not coming to earth and swiping people."

"Hey, believe me. We know." Dean said.

"My whole life I've never found evidence of an honest-to-God abduction. It's all just cranks and pranks."

"Yeah, that's what we thought. But....we figured we'd at least talk to the guy."

~Flashback #4~

Dean and (M/n) were seated next to Curtis, who had three full shot glasses lined up infront of him. Sam was standing nearby. Curtis took a shot.

"Hey, you ought to give those purple nurples a shot." Dean said.

"So, what happened, Curtis?"

"You won't believe me. Nobody does."

"Give us a chance."

"I do not want this in the papers."

"Off the record." he demon next to him said.

"I, uh...I blacked out, and I...lost time, and when I woke up, I don't know where I was."

Sam sat down. "Then what?"

"They did tests on me. And, uh...." He took a shot. "They, uh....They probed me."

Sam turned his head away, struggling not to laugh.

"They probed you?" (M/n) asked.

"Yeah, they probed me. Again and again, and again." Took another shot. "And again and again and again.....and then one more time."

"Yikes."

"And that's not even the worst of it."

"How could if get any worse? Some alien mabe you his bitch?" Dean smirked, Cutirs glared and Dean stopped smirking.

"They....They made me....Slow dance!"

Dean, Sam, and (M/n) just stared at the boy infront of them.

~End flashback~

"You guys are exaggerating again, huh?" Bobby said.

"I wish we were." The demon took a swig of the beer in his hand.

"Then this frat booy's just nuts."

"We're not so sure."

~Flashback #5~

The three were standing over a large, perfectly round scorch mark in the ground.

"I'm telling you, guys, this was made by some kind of jet engine." The youngest said.

"You mean some saucer-shaped jet engine?"

"What else could it be?"

"What the hell?"

"I don't know."

"Seriously, what the hell?"

"I don't know. I mean, first the haunting. Now this? The timing alone.....There's got to be some kind of connection."

"You mean between the angry spirit and the seed-up E.T.? What could the connection possibly be?"

"But what could we do? So we just kept on digging."

Later they were talking to another college student.

"So, you and this guy, Curtis...You were in the same house?"

"Yeah."

"You heard what happened to him, right?"

"Yeah, he says it was aliens, but, you know, whatever."

"Look, man, I...I kniw this all has to be so hard." Sam said with an exaggereated concern.

"Um, not so much."

"But I want you to know...I'm here for you. You brave little soldier. I acknowledge your pain. Come here." Sam grabbed the student in a hug. "You're too precious for this world."

~Flashbacl ends~

"I never said that!" The youngest whined.

"You're always saying ansy stuff like that."

~Flaskback resumes~

"Well, um...Yeah, uh, thanks." Sam let him go. "Thanks for the hug, uh I'm okay. Really. To tell you the truth, whatever happened to Curtis, he had it coming."

"Why is that?"

"He's our pledge master. Put us through hell this semester, and got off on it. So now he know hoe we feel."

~Later~

The three return to their hotel room.

"Still doesn't make a lick of sense. But, hey, atleast there's one connection."

"Between what?"

"The victims. The professor and the frat guy. They're both dicks."

"That's a connection?"

"You got anything better to go on, I'd love to hear it."

"Where's my laptop?" Sam said, looking in his bag.

"I don't know." Sam continues to search, getting more frustrated. "Think about it. A philandering professor gets a dead girl. A pledge master gets hazed."

"I left it here."

"You obviously didn't. I mean, these punishments, they're almost poetic. Actually, it'd be more like limerick, but still-"

Sam walked up to his brother. "Okay, hilarious. Ha ha. Where'd you hide it?"

"What, your computer?"

"Yeah, where'd you hide it?"

"Why would I take it?"

"Because no one else could have, Dean! We keep the door locked. We never let any maids in. I mean, (M/n) could have taken it, but I doubt he knows how to use it."

"Hey!" The demon took offense to that. Was it cuz he was old? Probably.

"Looks like you lost it, Poindexter."

"Dude, you know something? I pput up with a lot from you."

"What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around."

"Yeah? Your dirty socks in the sink, your food in the fridge."

"What's wrong with my food?"

"It's not food anymore, Dean! It's Darwinism. All I ask from you, the one thing, it that you don't mess with my stuff!"

~End flashback~

"And they continued to argue." (M/n) said.

"Did you take his computer?" Bobby asked Dean.

"No!"

"Well, anyways, before this goes on any longer and I lose my mind. A reseach scientist got attacked by an alligator.....In the sewer..." The demon said.

"We weren't sure at it was, but we decided to search the sewer anyway, so we split up, each taking one end of the campus, (M/n) looked in the middle." Sam said.

"Did you find anything?"

"Yeah, I found something, just not in the sewer."

~Flashback # I lost track~

Dean emerged from the sewer and enters the alley where the Impala is parked. All four tires are flat.

"Son of a bitch!" He circled and finds a money clip on the ground, engraved 'S.W' "Sam!"

~Hotel~

Sam was reading a book as Dean entered.

"You think this is funny?"

"It denpends. What?"

"Th-th-th-the car!"

"What about the car?"

"You can't let the air out of the tires, you idiot. You're gonna bend the rims!"

"Whoa, wait a minute. I didn't go near your car."

"Oh, yeah? Then how'd I find this?" He held up the money clip. Sam pats his pockets then stands.

"Hey. Give me back my money!"

"Oh, no, no. Consider it reparations. For, uh, emotional trauma."

"Yeah, very funny. Now, give it back." He reached for it.

"No."

"Dean, I have had it up to here with you."

"Yeah? Right back at you!"

As the two startled to scuffle and fight like kids, (M/n) walked in, saw the two fighting. "I think its a good time for a drink.....again." Turned around and left the room.

~End flashback~

"Okay, I've heard enough." Bobby said.

"You showed up about an hour after that."

"I'm surprised at you two. I really am. Sam, first off, Dean did not steal your computer."

"But I-"

"Shh." Bobby said, holding out his hand. "And, Dean, Sam did not touch your car."

"Yeah!" Sam said looking at Dean.

"And both of you should be sorry to drive poor (M/n) crazy. And if you two bothered to pull your heads outta your asses, it all would have been pretty clear."

"What?"

"What you're dealing with."

"Uh...."

"I got nothing."

"Me neither."

"We have a trickster on our hands." The demon said.

"That's what I thought."

"What!? No, you didn't. And how did you know, (M/n)?"

"Well, you guys were the biggest clue." He said.

"What do you mean?"

"These things create chaos and mischief as easy as breathing, and it's got you so turned around and at eachotehr's throats, you can't even think straight."

"The laptop."

"The tires."

"It knows you guys are onto him, and it's been playing you liks fiddles."

"So, what is it, what, what, spirit, demon, what?"

"Well, more like demigods, really. There's Lokis in Scandinavia. There's Anansi in West Aficra. Dozens of them. They're immortal, and they can create things out of thin air. Things as real as you and me. Make them vanish just as quick."

Bobby patted (M/n)'s shoulder like a proud father. "I like this kid."

"You mean like an angry spirit or an alien or an alligator."

"The victims fit the M.O., too. Tricksters target the high and the mighty, knock them down a peg, usually with a sense of humor- deadly pranks, things like that."

"Bobby, what do these things look like?"Dean asked.

"Lots of thind, but human, mostly." The man answered.

"And what human do we know who's been at ground zero this whole time?"

Sam frowned, thinking, the gets it.

"Finally!" (M/n) sighed.

~Crawford Hall, Day~

The Janitor locks a gate with a key attached to his belt. The three followed him up the staircase.

"Sorry I'm dragging a little ass today, boys. Had quite the night last night." He turned to look at them. "Lots of sex, if you catch my drift."

"Yeah, hard not to. Listen, we won't be long." (M/n) signals to Sam behind the tricksters back. "We just need to check a couple pffices up on three."

"No problem."

"I, uh, forgot something in the truck. You know what? I'll catch up with you guys." Sam said.

"Okay."

They turn and begin to go up the stairs again. Sam waited until they're out of sight, then hurries back to the locked gate, pulling out his lockpicking tools. He enter and rummages through lockers until he finds a copy of the 'Weekly World News', with the headlind "Aliens Abduct Cheerleaders", in one of the lockers.

~Later~

The three exit the building.

"Jus 'cause he reads the Weekly World News doesn't mean he's our guy. I mean, you read it, too." Sam said to Dean.

"I'm telling you, it's him."

"Look, I just think we need some hard proof.. That's all."

"Okay, another thing Bobby mentioned was that these suckers have a metabolism like an insect, a real sweet tooth."

"Well, I didn't find any candy bars or sugar. Not even Equal."

"Eh, that's probably cause you missed something."

"I don't miss things." The demon gave the young Winchester a look.

~Later~

(M/n) was still waiting impatiently. "Ah, screw this."

He entered the building, poking around cautiously with his flashlight. As he goes up the last staircase he puts the flashlight away and pulls out a large wooden stake. He heard something behind him and he tucked the stake into his jacket, and entered the theater. On the stage is a round red bed with a tacky canopy and a slow rotating disco ball. There were two women sprawled on it seductively, both in lingerie. As the boy got on the stage, they crawled towards him, raising an eyebrow.

"We've been waiting for you, (M/n)." The burnette said.

"This really is what he conjured up?"

"Come on, sugar, lets have some fun. I wanna know how a demon feels." The burnette too close for comfort. The boy backed away.

"Come on. Let us give you a massage." The blonde begged.

"Look, sounds nice, but I aint got time for this."

"They're a peace offering. But if they were men, would you accept them? I know all about you, (D/n)." The trickster said, turning the woman into two man that were built nicely, only wearing underwear. THe demon blushed a bit, then looked at the trickster.

"Well, then, you know that I can't let you just keep hurting people." The demon said.

"Come on! Those people got what was coming to them. Hoisted on their own petards. But you, I like you. So treat yourself....Long as you want. Just long enough for me to move on to the next town."

"Yeah, I don't think I can let you do that."

"I don't wanna hurt you. And you know that I can."

"Look, dude, I....I got to tell you, I dig your style, all right? I mean, I do. I mean slow dancing aliens-"

"One of my personal favorites. Yeah."

"But, I just can't let yo go."

"Too bad. Like I said, I like you. But you shouldn't have came alone."

"I agree with you there." The demon smirked. A door slammed shut. The Trickster looked back up the stiars to see Sam, just entered, with a large stake of his own. Bobby and Dean stood at the top of the next aisle, also having stakes of their own.

"You tricky little boy. Not bad. But you want to see a real trick?"

A masked man with a chainsaw appeared behind Sam and attacks him. One of the men on the bed grabs the demon and the two men attack the demon. The trickster watches, entertained as Bobby, Sam, and Dean fight the chainsaw man and (M/n) fighting the two men. The trickster was especially watching the demon. Oh how he loved his brothers toy lose a fight. Watching, he was eating a sandwich.

"Ohh. Ohh!" The men threw the boy into the seats near the Trickster. "Nice toss, gentlemen! Nice show." He said clapping and stood up. "(D/n).....(D/n), (D/n), (D/n)." Dean tossed the boy a stake. "I didn't want to have to do this."

(M/n) stabbed the man in the chest. "Me neither."

The chainsaw man and the men disappear. He pulled the stake out, and the Trickster fell, dead into a seat.

The three approached the boy. "You guys okay?"

"Yeah. I guess."

"Well, I gotta say....he had style."

"Bobby, thanks a lot. We really couldn't've-" Sam started.

"Hey, save it! Lets get the hell out of here and dodge before somebody finds that body."

"Yeah."

As they went to the car. "Look, Dean, um...I just want to say that I'm, uh....Um...." Sam paused at the car.

"Hey. Me too." The brothers looked at each other and nod.

Bobby comes back out of the car for a moment. "You guys are breaking our hearts. Could we please just leave?"

The brothers exchange a look, get in the car and drive off.

In the theater room, a figure appeached the Trickster's body and stands by it. The body shimmered and disappears. The Trickster bites into a chocolate bar and smiles.

"Maybe he still does have that fight in him."