Changing Channels

7

The siblings had made the 'mistake' of closing their eyes, dropping them into some sort of Japanese game show.

Cheers and applause erupted around them as the blue doors Dean had seen in the previous show opened, a man dressed in a snazzy silver suit came out, welcoming everyone in Japanese.

The brothers were placed upon platforms, their feet stuck to the floor by yellow and red shoes. A red button that rested on top of a metal railing curved its way in front of their bodies.

Their sister, however, so nowhere in sight.

"Let's play, 'NUT-CRACKER'!" The host shouted with a grin, making an upper motion with his arm. He took a bow after doing so, enjoying the audience's reaction.

The brothers observed their situation. They looked around in shock at a ball that directed itself to their crotches. Then to the timer across the room.

"Sam, where's (Y/n)?" Dean asked in a panic. Their little sister was separated from them, something they had both promised would never happen again. The younger brother's face reached the same as Dean's. They both had no clue.

"Sam Winchester..." The host gained both brother's attention as he read something from a yellow card in Japanese. "Countdown!" He pointed to the clock, which began to count down from 20.

Sam looked at the clock then at the host in confusion. "What? Uh... what am I supposed to say?" He asked Dean.

"You think I know?" A thought crossed his head at knowing. (Y/n) would've been able to translate everything for them if she were in the room. She picked up multiple languages throughout her years of being alive.

"Uh... I-I don't-- I don't understand, uh, Japanese," Sam tried to tell the host, who only repeated the question while pointing at Dean.

The Winchester chuckled nervously. "Is he screwing with me?" Dean shrugged again. "I-I-I-I can't speak Japanese-"

The alarm buzzed loudly, making the entire room groan. The host started to answer in Japanese, "Ruby!" which was the only part the brothers understood. "I'm sorry, Sam Winchester." The host crossed his hands together, looking to the ground.

"Sorry? Sorry for what?" Sam tried, which made the host cover his mouth as if he was giggling. "Dean..."

The ball that the brothers were confused about their purpose quickly shot up, hitting Sam directly in the crotch at full force.

Everyone clapped and cheered while the host repeated the game name. Sam groaned in pain, holding his hand over where he had been hit.

"Sam?" Dean asked, who had watched the entire thing with a horrified expression. It didn't happen to him- but dear God, it looked painful and made him feel physical pain.

Sam lifted his head. "Yeah?" He asked in a strained voice, the pain wasn't gone just yet. A thought crossed his head: He was slightly glad his sister wasn't here to see any of this, for she would've made fun of him forever at the sight of him answering wrong and the whole 'Nutcracker' part.

While the host and one of the girls discussed something they were selling, banging echoed through the room, turning the cheering and applause into hushed sounds of confusion.

The blue doors opened to reveal a very confused Castiel.

"Is this another trick?" Sam asked, looking at the angel in the hope he wasn't.

Castiel's eyebrows furrowed. "It's me. Uh, what are you doing here?"

"Us? What are you doing here?" Dean shot back.

The angel looked at Dean. "Looking for you. You've been missing for days." He took a quick look around the room, his blue eyes searching for the third Winchester. "Where's (Y/n)?"

Sam shrugged at the thought of his sister, a little more worried about damaging his genitals further. "Haven't seen her since the last show- get us the hell out of here so we can find her!"

The audience groaned as Castiel lifted his hands. "Let's go-" but he disappeared before he could get his chance to let the brothers leave.

"No, no, no, no." The host wiggled his finger back and forth, making his way back to the brothers. "Mr. Trickster does not like pretty-boy angels."

The brothers looked at each other once more, hoping that wherever their sister was, she had it better than they did.

-

Sunlight streamed through pale white curtains, it's brightness reached the far side of the bed, making (Y/n) groan and open her eyes.

Wait... bed? The Winchester shot up from her pillow, ignoring her body's complaints about how comfortable she had been. What the hell?

(Y/n) ran her fingers through her hair, looking around for evidence as to where she was. The thought of her motel was immediately thrown out the window. This seemed too nice, perhaps a hotel?

"Sam? Dean?" She slid out of bed. The feeling of being cold hit her like a brick. Looking down as to what she was wearing, her (e/c) eyes popped out of her head.

The clothes looked like something one would see a wife or girlfriend wear to please her significant other: lingerie. It was in the shape of a short-nightgown, but (Y/n) knew better.

"Ugh," she huffed in disgust and began to search for something better to wear. Also known as anything.

Having no choice but to settle with workout short-shorts and a low tank top, (Y/n) quickly got rid of the lingerie. Someone would need to pay her if they wanted her to wear it, not even to do anything.

The sweet aroma of waffles and bacon made her stomach rumble lowly. She had eaten breakfast earlier in the day, as well as snacking on some candy, but that was it. Hunger wasn't much of a problem to her, not since she'd last seen her soulmate.

Once she reached the kitchen, however, the thought of breakfast left and was replaced by thousands of mixed feelings. "Gabriel..."

The archangel slowly turned around, finishing the piece of bacon in his mouth before replying guiltily: "Hello, (Y/n)."