Fire and Ice

Tricksters Again?

Chapter Two: Tricksters Again?

“No, no, no, no!” Dean yelled as he hit the buttons on the TV remote.

“What’s wrong now Dean? Do we not get the channel for Doctor Sexy here?” I teased.

“Shut up,” he said. I was just sorting through our luggage, looking for our toiletries bag. We had just finished off a case and were heading out in the morning, so our bags were mostly packed.

“So what is the matter?” I asked.

“Look at it!” He said, and I did. The screen was doing that thing it does when there’s no signal.

I rolled my eyes, “Come on, Dean, you can survive one night without TV.”

“But it was working a minute ago!” He protested.

“Well then give it a minute and it should work again. It’s an old TV, Dean, be patient with it.”

Dean sighed. Then he stood up, walked over to the TV, and starting hitting the top of it loud enough to wake the entire motel.

“Dean?! What are you doing?”

“What? Don’t you remember? We had a TV like this once and this is how we fixed it.”

“Not here! It’s like 6 o’clock in the morning!” Suddenly Dean’s TV flickered to life, “There it’s working again, now shut up before people start coming to our door.”

“Dude, people will be waking up now, why are we even up?” Dean said then went silent.

“Ugh, what channel is this?” Dean complained. I sighed and continued to search for the toiletries bag. I finally found it when Dean said, “Sam, it’s on every channel, what is this?”

I looked over at the TV, where Dean’s eyes were glued, to see that he was right. As he flicked through the channels, the same face was on the screen. It was a man with sleek black hair and the words “miss me?” written in bold white letters beside his face.

I recognized this man as one of the tricksters Dean and I had dealt with a while ago in Manhattan. He had tried to kill us and would have probably succeed if it weren’t for this stupid couple who got in the way. The trickster had tried to get them out of the way by killing them, so I’d had to get the two if them away from the scene. When I got back, Dean had him caught when the trickster thought we had run off to save the couple. That’s when we killed him using a trickster exorcism spell. So I suppose I had a lot to thank that couple for. But that was it. End of story, hadn’t seen him since. But it was at least 4 years ago.

“Dean, stop!” I yelled.

“Woah, who needs to be quiet now?” He looked at me like I was some kind of hypocrite.

“No, just look,” I said, taking the remote from him. Now that there was no one pressing buttons on the remote, we could hear it properly. It looked like his mouth was glued together and he was trying to squeeze out the words “did you miss me?” in a high pitched voice. Like a chipmunk in the kids’ TV shows.

“Is that?” Dean started.

“The trickster we dealt with in Manhattan, yes.”

“But… how did he get on every channel?”

“He’s a trickster, Dean.”

“But we killed him!”

“My point exactly,” I said, tossing the remote back at him.

After a moment he replied, “He nearly killed us.”

“Yes,” I said.

“He did things… no trickster could have done those things,” I nodded in agreement. “So what do we do?”