The New Winchester

Chapter 18 Changing Channels part 3

Dean was shot and I was supposed to operate on him to get the bullet out. Dr. Wang was there and I was in operating scrubs as was everyone else. I held a cloth to Dean's injury with a pair of tweezers, once I was done with those, I handed them to another doctor and pressed an already bloodstained cloth to the injury.

I had no clue what anyone was saying, one doctor said "BP is eighty over fifty and dropping." I figured that meant in English 'Blood Pressure is low and going down.'

"Doctor." Dr. Wang, was handing me a scalpel and I had no clue what to do with any of it.

"What?" I asked. Dr. Wang and the doctor that told me about the blood pressure exchanged glances.

"Sam. Do something. Come on." Dean said from under the table.

I lent over to Dean's face."I don't know how to use any of this crap." I whispered harshly.

"Figure it out." He responded, thanks a ton, Dean. "Sam. Come on. I'm waiting."

"Okay. Um, I need a penknife, some dental floss, a sewing needle, and a fifth of whiskey." The doctors looked at me then each other. "Stat!" That did it everyone started moving."

There was a mostly empty bottle of Kentucky Bourbon and a thing of dental floss next to the usual surgical tools. My gloved hands were covered in Dean's blood. I was just finishing up Dean's stitches when Dean spoke. "We okay? How's it looking?"

"Yep. You'll be fine." Dr. Piccolo was near the window and mouthed 'I love you.' and sighed, smiling at me.

Dean's POV

I was still looking at the floor, but it morphed to two door that slid apart and behind them was blue-lit smoke and a Japanese man. He walked out and roared. "LET'S PLAY NUTCRACKER!"

The crowd that appeared in front of us, cheered and applauded. I looked around the weird room I was stuck to a platform that has a slot for a pole with a large ball at the end. And Sam was the exact same as me, stuck to a platform. I saw a LED screen that said '20' on it.

The host said something I couldn't understand, then pulled out some cards from his jacket. Everyone fell silent waiting for something.

"Sam Winchester." The host said in English, then talked in Japanese again. "Countdown." He said after talking and waved his hand in a circular movement.

The clock started counting down and Sam panicked. "I...I don't know how to speak Japanese," He tried to get the attention of the host. "I don't understand. I don't understand Japanese."

There were 10 seconds left on the clock. And the host understood the first 'I don't understand.' But that was the just of it. So he repeated the question for Sam in Japanese. 5 seconds, 4, 3, 2, 1. What was it gonna do really?

"I'm sorry Sam Winchester." The host said covering his mouth in an oops motion.

"Sorry? Sorry for what?" He panicked, all of a sudden the ball on a stick on his side swung up hitting him in the nuts. Ow, ow, ow! Ah that must hurt. Wait what might happen to me then?!

The host was talking about some type of crackers or food. Then Cas came into the situation and tried saving us but I guess the trickster doesn't like 'pretty boy angels'. The host turned back to us. "Dean Winchester," he got my attention, then spoke yet again in Japanese. He finished and the countdown to pain in the jewels started.

"Sam!" I panicked.

"What?!"

"What am I gonna do?! I don't want to get hit in the nuts!"

"I don't know!...wait play the game! The Dr Sexy MD I was a surgeon and I operated on you! The trickster wants us to play the roles! Answer the question in Japanese."

"Do you think I know Japanese?" 10 seconds left.

"TRY!" He hissed. I hit the button, that I just noticed, quickly before the the clock hit zero. "The answer is 'sadosuo?"

"Sadosuo?"

"Sadosuo." I said more forcefully.

"Dean Winchester..." I braced myself for the pain. "Nutcracker Champion!"

"Okay so the role thing worked. We, we just have to play our roles to win." Sam said.

"Only for how long?"

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After the little nutcracker show we were moved to a different set and every thing. We were outside playing basketball. And it was Sam's turn to do the role.

It was a very funny commercial about herpes and then we went to a hotel room very much like ours. Cas showed up yet again then the Trickster showed up and bitched about angels and stuff. We went to a CSI mode with very funny lines. We killed the trickster. But Sam wasn't there he changed into the Baby.

The trickster is really Gabriel the archangel undercover and he's also the father of Erika. This is kinda how the conversation went.

"Well played, boys. Well played. Where'd you get the holy oil?" The trickster asked.

"Well, you might say we pulled it out of Sam's ass." I joked.

"Where'd I screw up?"

"You didn't. Nobody gets the jump on Cas like you did." Sam answered.

"Mostly it was the way you talked about Armageddon." I added.

"Meaning?" The trickster asked.

"Well, call it personal experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family," I answered.

"So which one are you? Grumpy, Sneezy, or Douchey?" Sam added.

"Gabriel, okay? They call me Gabriel." The trickster, well, Gabriel said.

"Gabriel? The archangel? Are you related to-"

"Erika? Yup, you're looking at her awesome father."

"Okay, Gabriel." I rolled the name on my tongue seeing how it sounded. "How does an archangel become a trickster?"

"My own private witness protection. I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world. Till 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."

"Then what happened? Why'd you ditch?" Sam asked.

"Do you blame him? I mean, his brothers are heavyweight douchenozzles." I asked.

"Shut your cakehole. You don't know anything about my family I love my father, my brothers. Love them. But watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other's throats? I couldn't bear it! Okay? So I left. And now it's happening all over again." He burst.

"Then help us stop it."

"It can't be stopped."

"Ericka can! And do you wanna see the end of the world?"

"I want it to be over, but not have my daughter sacrifice herself! I have to sit back and watch my family kill each other thanks to you two! Heaven, hell, I don't care who wins, I just want it to be over."

"It doesn't have to be like that, hell I don't think that Erika will die. There has to be some way to, to pull the plug with out anyone dying."

Gabriel laughed. "You do not all about my family. What you guys call the apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner. That's why there's no stopping this, even with Erika, because this isn't about a war. It's about two brothers and a sacrifice, two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other, then the abomination tries to stop them wanting peace dies with them, meaning everyone, heaven stays or hell stays nothing else can. You'd think you'd be able to relate."

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked. I was curious too, but he beat me to the punch.

"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, 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 must be on earth. One brother, with the help of one other, has to kill the other."

"What the hell are you saying?"

"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 gonna end with you and her. Always." Sam and I exchanged glances then looked to the floor.

"No. That's not gonna happen." I interjected.

"I'm sorry. But it is." He sighed,

"You're gonna let your daughter die?" I asked.

"What is she of importance to you?" He snarled.

"She's like family to Dean and I." Sam answered. "We might as well face it we are all in it together."

And that was it for that conversation. The important part was to find Erika now and tell her about her father and not to go on anyone's side.

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