The Winchesters, Heaven, and Hell (Supernatural fanfic)

Chapter Ten - Changing Channels: Part One

Two days later

Supernatrual is filmed in front of a live, studio audience.

Dean turns around, from putting something in the fridge, to look at a large, sandwich "I'm gonna need a bigger mouth." He says, and the audience laughs. Sam walks in. "Hey there Sam! Whats happening?

"Well... nothing." he walks over, "Just the end of the world" the audience laughs. He looks at the big sandwich on the table, then looks at Dean, "Your gonna need a bigger mouth."

 "You done your research yet?" Sam asks Dean

"Um...." He looks awkwardly around, "Oh yeah." He says "I've done all kinds of research. All night" He says

"Yeah? Hm.." Sam says, and a girl walks in from the room behind Dean, in underwear.

"Oh Dean" She says, looking at them from the doorway. The audience hoots. Dean turns around, and she says "We have some more research to do."

Sam crosses his arms behind Dean. "Dean..." he say, sternly.

Dean turns around to face the audience, then says, "Son of a bitch!"

Two days earlier

Dean sits on the bed, watching the 'sexy doctor' thing. "What the hell is that?" Sam says. I tune out, idon't really want to know what he's watching: they were about to have sex in an elevator. 

"Go on then, go get the job" I say, making Dean stand up.

"Okay, okay! I'm going." He says. Sam snigger's, and then goes out with Dean.

Later On

Dean sits on the bed, as Sam comes in. 

"Find anything?" He asks, as I sit on the other bed, bored out of my mind.

"Bloody hope so" I mutter.

"Well, uh, i saw the house" Sam says

"And?" 

"And there is a giant, 8-foot wide whole where the front door used to be. Almost like a..."

"A Hulk size hole?"

Sam nods. "What you got?"

"Looks like this guy had quiet the temper. He had court ruled anger management sessions. You might say you wouldn't like him, when he's angry" Says Dean, looking online.

I sigh, "What does that mean then? Whatever you two are on about." 

"A hothead killed by TV's greatest hothead? Kind of sounds like just deserts, doesn't it? Its all starting to make sense"

"How is this starting to make sense?" Dean asks looking up

"Well," Sam says, going in his pocket, "I found something else at the crime scene" He pulls out sweety rappers, "Candy rappers." He says, letting go of them on the table. "Lots of them"

"Just deserts? Sweet-tooth? Screwing with people before you kill them? We're dealing with thetrickster aren't we?" Dean says. Sam nods going around Dean to take off his coat.

"The trickster? I've heard of him. He's that guy that messes people up, and tricks them. You guys have met him before?" I ask, sitting up.

"Met him? He grounded me a thousand times. I've been wanting to gank that mother since mystery spot."

"You sure?" Sam turns, looking at Dean.

"Yeah I'm sure." Dean replies, and looks at him.

"No i mean are you sure you wanna kill him?"