Changing Channels

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To say Dean was upset about the fact that he's basically in 'Knight Rider' was an extreme understatement. It was also that the trickster wasn't dead, as well as (Y/n) was still missing. "Okay, stake didn't work. So, what? This another trick?"

"I don't know," Sam replied. "Maybe the stake didn't work because it's not a trickster."

Dean frowned and stared down at the console. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you heard Cas. He said this thing was too powerful to be a trickster."

"Yeah, and did you notice the way he looked at Cas? Almost like he knew him," Dead added slowly.

"And how pissed he got when you brought up Michael and Lucifer."

Dean's grip on the wheel tightened as the answer to the trickster's true identity came to mind. "Son of a bitch."

"What?"

"I think I know what we're dealing with."

-

After a short bit of driving, the brothers arrived at Centennial Point Wilderness Area. The apparent point they needed to be at in 'the show'.

Dean was rummaging through the back of Baby, or right now, Sam, to put everything away. They had a whole plan in action already.

"Dean?"

"What?"

"That, um... feels really uncomfortable." Dean rolled his eyes at the comment and slammed the trunk back. "Ow." 'Sam' sighed. "You sure this is gonna work?"

Dean shrugged as he walked in front of 'Sam'. "No, but I have no other ideas." He stopped and threw his hands in the air, looking at the sky. "All right, you son of a bitch! Uncle!" He paused, looking through other phrases that would bring the 'trickster' to them. "We'll do it!"

"Should I honk?" Sam finally said, but there was no need.

"Wow." The 'trickster' approached 'Sam', looking the car up and down. "Sam, get a load of the rims on you."

"Eat me."

The trickster whistled then walked in front of Dean, keeping a little distance. "Okay, boys. Ready to go quietly?"

Dean held out a hand. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Not so fast," he gestured to 'Sam'. "Nobody's going anywhere until Sam has opposable thumbs."

The trickster frowned. "What's the difference? Satan's gonna ride his ass one way or another." Dean glared, to which the trickster snapped his fingers with an eye roll and scoff. The impala's engine shut down, followed by Sam stepping out of the passenger's seat with quite the irritated expression on his face. "Happy?"

"Tell me one thing, why didn't the stake kill you?" Dean asked, gesturing to where the stake had been.

The trickster hesitated. "I am the trickster," he finally replied with a light smile.

"But maybe you're not," Dean countered as Sam tossed a lighter to the ground. Flames erupted in a circle around the trickster. "Maybe you've always been an angel."

The 'trickster' laughed nervously while looking between the brothers. "A what?! Somebody slip a mickey in your power shake, kid?"

Dean nodded to the ring of fire with a fake smile. "I'll tell you what, you just jump out of the holy fire, and we'll call it our mistake."

Chuckling lightly, the 'trickster' looked around them, then frowned with a heavy sigh. The wilderness area faded around them, the scene turning back to the warehouse. "Well played, boys. Well played." He complimented while clapping. "Where'd you get the holy oil?"