Since the Beginning

Changing Channels

A/N: I used the transcript of the episode for most of the dialogue. I made a few minor changes, the overall plot is mine. And the ideas are mine.

There's really no way to describe Sam and Dean other than they're the dumbest geniuses that I've met in my whole existence. They fell into my trap without a second thought, I had made sure to make it blatantly obvious too, I mean, really? How did Lou Ferrigno bursting through the door of a home and drop kicking a angry drunk's backside not scream "It's a trap!" It doesn't really matter anyways, their stupidity makes my job way easier.

Once they got through with interviewing the lady and trying to decide if they should try to kill me, which is impossible without the proper weapon, which is definitely not a bloody toothpick, I picked up on the police scanner and made up some BS to get them exactly where I wanted them.

"Uh, dispatch? I got a possible 187 out here at the old paper mill on route 6."

'Walt' responds, "Roger that. What are you looking at, son?"

"Honestly, Walt, I wouldn't even know how to begin to describe what i'm seeing.
just, um, send everybody."

"Alright, stay calm, stay by your car. Help's on your way."

Time to sit back and wait for Dumb and Dumber.

The Winchesters walk through the door of the old warehouse I'm using for the miniature world I created specially for them, They're shocked to see that they're in that crappy soap opera Dean likes, Doctor Sexy MD. I walk into Sam and Dean arguing amongst themselves.

Dean looks up and sees me, I'm disguised as Dr. Palmer, well, Dr. Sexy. I just want to see Dean squirm, and this is the best way possible,

"Oh, boy."

"What?"

"It's him."

"Who?" poor Sam is utterly confused.

"It's him, it's Dr. Sexy."

"Doctor," I look at him directly, laying it on hard.

I swear I see Dean blush as he looks away, "Doctor."

"Doctor," I address Sam.

"Doctor," he seems utterly confused to see Dean like this.

"You want to give me one good reason Why you defied my direct order To do the experimental face transplant on Mrs. Beale?" I address Dean again.

"One reason? Hmm? Sure," He looks down, he grabs me by my jacket and pins me to the wall, "You're not Dr. Sexy."

"You're crazy."

"Really? 'cause i swore part of what makes Dr. Sexy Sexy, is the fact that he wears cowboy boots, not tennis shoes."

Sam scoffs, "Yeah, you're not a fan."

"It's a guilty pleasure," Dean snaps at Sam.

"Call security."

"Yeah, go ahead, pal. see, we know what you are."

I transform back into my usual vessel, "You guys are getting better."

"Get us the hell out of here."

"Or what? Don't see your wooden stakes, big guy."

"That was you on the police scanner, right? This is a trick."