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*Reader's P.O.V.*
I wanted to break my phone, this messenger is getting on my nerves. I can't help but get frustrated by how vague it is. I was sitting in a bed, in the middle of the afternoon, looking at my phone. Asking all these questions, getting some answers and some dismissing it.
'Wdym who I am in this world???' I texted
'What you are to this world, is like you were never transported into this universe into the first place. But! You were. Everything you achieved, the schools you went, and the jobs you had. Your family. Is all here in this world. Nobody would know you were from a different dimension.' It said
'What? I don't understand, how? Is that your doing? What about the people I know? Are they here too?'
'Yes, it is all of my doing. It really doesn't matter how I did it, I mean it's just happens to be that way, technically the multiverse kinda exists in this universe, even before they found out how to travel to other verses. Almost to the point, that maybe, just maybe, that some entities knew way before Supernatural started. Don't you think? So easier access I say. And no, other friends that you know aren't here, as they do not exist in this universe.'
'Oh okay. Well, last time we at one point talked about me technically having infinite amount of money, how does that work?'
'Like I said, it's just how it is, does having infinite money sound more important than being in a whole other universe? You could make a whole business if you wanted to. However, things like this don't last. Remember what you are here for (Y/n).'
'Oh yeah, I forgor. What exactly am I here for? Am I really that important to be here? I mean changing the ending of Supernatural itself is a pretty wild thing here.'
'There's a lot for you to figure out on your own here (Y/n), not even I can tell you. Otherwise it wouldn't be that fun! You're the most important thing here, you're basically going to deflect Chuck's horrible writing, that includes the ending. I mean, he's quite the writer. Do what you can to change the ending. Even if it may seem super crazy or the most boring thing you can think of.'
'I see... well what happens if they find out?'
'Who knows, it's up to them or you.'
'That's it?? What happens when I do change the ending? Do I get to go home?'
'Maybe. Maybe not. We'll have to find out when we get there.'
'Maybe?? Are you saying I might not get to go home??'
'Who knows, maybe this could be your home.'
'Dawg what💀? What are you trying to say?'
'Hello???'
'HEY!!'
"You got to be kidding me... What do they mean maybe other things knew about traveling dimensions before Supernatural started?" I muttered, gripping my phone tightly, "What the hell does it mean...", I felt anger surge through me, the frustration building up, "Dammit." I haven't felt so angry since... since...!
'Calm yourself. Calm. Calm.' I meditate myself, taking deep breaths. I can't let myself get angry, it won't help. But it's hard not to be.
I felt myself calming down, but still riled up, so I got up and paced around the room. I can hear next door Sam and Dean arguing once again. Ugh, this is like, I don't how much they've argued. I heard a knock on the door, I went to go open it, it was Bobby. Thank the Lord!
"Bobby, nice to see you again." I greeted him, "Let's go to the guys' room." I walked the room, locking the door.
"So, I take you guys are struggling on this one." Bobby said, walking with me.
"They are. I'm not." I said, moving strands of hair out of my face, "I know what it is, it's a trickster. I tried to tell them but they kept arguing! I might as well do it myself! And everything they say when I was there, it didn't happen how I saw it!"
"Alright. Don't get so riled up." Bobby said, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Sorry..." I said, calming down, I knocked on the door.
Sam opened the door, "Hey Bobby, (Y/n)." He moved to the side, letting us both in.
"Hey, boys." Bobby said, as we walked into the room.
"Hey Bobby." Dean greeted.
"It's good to see you again so soon." Bobby said.
"Yeah, uh, thanks for coming." Sam said, closing the door for us, "Come on in."
"Thank God you're here." Dean said, getting up from the bed, then shaking Bobby's hand as a greeting. I sat on what I think, was Dean's messy bed, sighing.
"So, um... what didn't you wanna talk to me on the phone about?" Bobby asked.
"It's this job we're working. We..." Sam chuckled, "We weren't sure you'd believe us."
"Well, I can believe a lot." Bobby said.
"No, yeah, yeah, I know." Sam replied, "It's just we- we've never seen anything like it--"
"Not even close." Dean butted in.
"And we thought we could use some fresh eyes." Sam finished.
Bobby looked at me for confirmation, I nodded, then he shrugged, "Why don't you begin at the beginning?"
"Yeah. Um, alright, please." Sam moved a chair to sit down, as Bobby sat next to me and Dean sat on the other bed.
"So... It all started when we caught wind of an orbit." Sam started, "See, a professor took a nose dive from a fourth-story window, only there's a campus legend that the building's haunted. So we pretexted as reporters from the local paper."
*Third-Person P.O.V. Flashback (Sam's Perspective)*
(Y/n) and Sam were sitting across two students, Sam placed a recorder down on the table, one of the students started speaking.
"Yeah, we both had the professor for Ethics and Morality." He said.
"Yeah? So, why do you think he did it?" Sam asked.
"Who knows? He was tenured, wife and kids." Another student said, "His book is like a really big deal." (Y/n) and Sam nodded at her words, "Then again, who's to say it was suicide?", she said.
"Jen, come on." The guy commented.
"Well, what else could it be?" Sam questioned.
"Well, you know about Crawford Hall." He said, looking at us.
"No, I don't actually." Sam said.
"Nope." (Y/n) said.
"It's a bunch of crap, it's a total urban legend." The guy commented.
"Yeah, well, Heather's mom went to school here and 'she knew the girl'." She said.
"Wait, what girl?" Sam asked, as (Y/n) leaned in to hear more.
"Like, thirty years ago, this girl was having an affair with some professor." The girl started, "He broke it off. She jumped out the window and killed herself." The guy shook his head as she talked.
"You know her name?" Sam asked.
"No." The girl replied,"But they say she jumped from room 669. Get it? You turn the '9' upside down..." Sam and (Y/n) both 'Oh'ed at that. The guy just chuckled, she continued, "So, now she haunts the building and anyone who sees her... they don't live to tell the tale."
"Well, if no one lives to tell the tale then how does the tale get told?" The guy asked jokingly.
"Curtis, shut up!" The girl said, looking at him annoyed.
"You know what? Uh, thanks a lot guys." Sam said, getting up along with (Y/n), "Excuse us." As they walked away, (Y/n) went a different direction, "I'm gonna order a drink." She went to sat on a stool on the bar, near Dean drinking... something.
Sam walked up to him, "Dean. What are you, what are you drinking?"
Dean burped, "I don't know, man. I think they're called Purple Nurples."
"Okay, well, listen, I think maybe we should go check out the professor's office." Sam said.
"Oh, no, no, no. I think I can't right now." Dean said, "'Cause I've got some feisty little wildcat on the hook. 'I'm about to, zzt, reel her in.' I'll introduce you."
"Dean-"
"Starla. Starla, hey." Dean called to a woman next to him. She just finished drinking a 'Purple Nurple', she turned to him and Sam. "This is my shuttle copilot, Major Tom. Major Tom, Starla. And my friend, she's... over there. Nice gal."
"Mm. Enchante." She said.
"Hi." Sam quipped. Starla then moved away a little, covering her mouth, retching, almost as if to puke. Sam looked at them in a judging expression.
"Sorry. Just trying to keep my liquor down." She said, giggling,
"Yeah, good job." Dean said, "Hey, good news. She's got a sister." He smiled, as Sam tried to feign a smile while the woman hung her arm over Dean smiling.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Dean interrupted, "Hold on a minute."
"What?" Sam asked.
"Come on, dude. That's not how it happened." Dean said.
"No?" Sam questioned, glancing at Bobby then at Dean, "So, you never drank a Purple Nurple?"
"Yeah, maybe that, but..." Dean said, "But I don't say things like 'feisty little wildcat'. And her name wasn't Starla."
"Then what was it?" Sam asked.
Dean thought for a second, "I don't know, but she was a classy chick. She was a grad student, Anthropology and Folklore. We were talking about local ghost stories."
*Back to same flashback (Dean's Perspective)*
Dean clinks his drink next a beautiful blonde woman, smiling at him, "Here's to.."
"Here's to us." Dean finishes her sentence, they both drank and sighed.
She looked at him for a minute, "My God, you are attractive."
"Thanks. But no time for that now." Dean said, "You need to tell me about this urban legend. Please, lives are at stake."
She shook her head a little, gaining focus, "Sorry. I just, I can't even concetrate. It's like staring..." She puts her hand behind his neck, "Into the sun."
They slowly began to kiss each other, enjoying the slow romantic scene. Sam walked up to them while they were still kissing, looking annoyed.
"Dean, what do you think you're doing?" Sam asked.
Dean slowly pulled away from the kiss, slightly wiping the corner of his lips, "Sam, please. If you wouldn't mind just give me five minutes here."
"Dean, this is a very serious investigation." Sam nagged him, "We don't have time for any of your blah, blah, blah.. Blah, blah-blah."
Dean turns back to the woman and started kissing her again, while Sam continued his 'blahs'. Sam then looked frustrated, "Blah!!"
"Right. And that's how it really happened." Sam said sarcastically, Dean shrugged. "I don't sound like that, Dean."
"That's what you sound like to me." Dean said.
"Okay." Bobby said, "What's going on with you two? (Y/n), you haven't said anything about this." He turned back to (Y/n) laying on the bed behind him.
"Uh... I didn't get to see much." (Y/n) rolling over to face them, "I mean, I think Sam's part was pretty accurate on this one except how the lady looked, Dean's was only accurate on how she actually looked like."
"You see." Sam said, looking at Dean, "And it's nothing Bobby."
"Come on. Now, you're bickering like an old married couple." Bobby said as (Y/n) let out a small laugh.
"No, see, married couples can get divorced." Dean said, getting up from the bed, "Me and him? We're like, uh, Siamese twins."
"It's conjoined twins." Sam corrected him, annoyed.
"See what I mean?" Dean said going to the fridge.
Bobby turned to Sam as he sighed, "Look, it... We've just been on the road for too long 'tight quarters, all that.' Don't worry about it."
"Okay." Bobby said, still a little unsure.
"So, anyway, we figured it might be a haunting, so we went to check out the scene of the crime." Sam said.
*Another flashback w/ Reader's thoughts*
"So, how long have you been working here?" Sam asked.
"I've been mopping this floor for six years." The janitor said. He opened the door, "There you go guys. And pretty lady." He winked at (Y/n), who raised her eyebrow at him.
'I'm actually very nervous to stand next to this... archangel right now. It's so weird knowing he was one all this time! He smells like candy?? And yet something refreshening, I don't know how to describe it, like angelic. Well, it definitely gives it away.' She thought as she pretended to look around to investigate.
"What the heck's that for?" The janitor asked, looking at the EMF in Sam's hand.
"Just finding wires in the walls." Sam answered.
"Ah well... Not sure why you're wiring up this office." The janitor commented, "Not gonna do the professor much good."
"Why not?" Dean asked.
"He's dead." He answered.
"Oh. What happened?" Dean asked, walking to a table.
"He went out that window right there." The janitor pointed at the open window.
"Yeah? Were you working that night?" Sam asked.
"I'm the one who found him." The janitor said.
"You see it happen?" Sam asked, as Dean got some snacks from the bowl.
"Nope. I just saw him come up here and, uh... Well..." The janitor hesitated.
"What?" Sam asked, curious for more.
"He wasn't alone." He said, Sam chuckled a little. (Y/n) stood off to the side, raising her eyebrow as she pretended to look around still.
"Who was he with?" Dean muffled through the food in his mouth.
"Come on! I ate one, maybe two." Dean said through the flashback.
"Just let me tell it, okay?" Sam said.
"He was with a young lady." The janitor said, "I told the cops about her but, ah... I guess they never found her."
"You saw this girl go in, huh? But did you see ever see her come out?" Sam asked.
"Now that you mention it, no." The janitor said, realizing.
"You ever see her before, around?" Sam continued asking.
"Not her." He said.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"I don't mean to cast aspersions on a dead guy, but, uh... Mr. Morality here? He brought a lot of girls up here." The janitor explained, "Got more ass than a toliet seat." Dean laughed through the food in his mouth, glancing at Sam and (Y/n) who huffed a small laugh under her breath at this silly situation. The janitor looked at Dean with a smile, then glanced at (Y/n) with another wink.
'Why does he keep winking at me so much??...' She thought, giving him a small smile.
"One more thing, uh, this building, it only has four stories. Right?" Sam asked.
"Yeah." The janitor simply answered.
"So, there wouldn't be a room 669?" Sam asked.
"Of course not. Why do you ask?" The janitor asked him.
"Ah, just curious. Thanks." Sam said.
"Sure." The janitor finished.
Back at the motel, they all walked inside, "Well, no traces of EMF, that's for sure." Sam said, both him and (Y/n) sitting on each chair. She sighed leaning back into the chair.
Dean closed the door behind them, "And that room 669 is a load of crap." He went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of beer.
"So, what do you guys think? The professor's just a jumper? Legend's just a legend?" Sam asked.
"I don't know." Dean answered, "I mean, the, uh, girl that the janitor described, that was pretty weird."
"Yeah." Sam said as (Y/n) rested her head on her arms.
"We oughta check out the history of the building. See if any coed ganked herself there." Dean said walking to the bathroom.
"Yeah, you're right." Sam said, opening his computer. (Y/n) saw out of the corner of her eye and lifted her head up, hiding a smile, 'Oh I can't wait to see this...'
"Dude, were you on my computer?" Sam asked, (Y/n) looked at the screen and saw the frozen website, she tried to hide her laughter but Sam still heard and gave her an annoyed look.
Dean came out of the restroom, "No."
"Oh, really?" Sam asked, "'Cause it's frozen now on- on, uh, 'bustyasianbeauties.com'"
There was a minute of somewhat silence as (Y/n) failed attempt of hiding her laugh was heard, they both glance at her as she covered her face.
'I'm trying to hold it in! He's a gooner!' She thought as she felt her face burn from embarrasment and laughing a little harder at her thought trying to muffle it all with fail.
Dean quickly went back into the restroom as Sam sighed, "Dean- would you just... Don't touch my stuff anymore, okay?"
"Why don't you control your OCD?" Dean argued as Sam looked at him shocked.
"But did you dig up anything about the building or on the suicidal coed?" Bobby asked.
"No. History's clean." Sam answered.
Bobby glanced at (Y/n), "Then it's not a haunting."
"Maybe not. Tell you the truth, we're not really sure." Dean said.
"What do you mean you're not sure?" Bobby asked, who glanced at (Y/n) again, most likely considering her answer.
"Well... it's weird." Sam said.
"What's weird?" Bobby asked.
"The next part, we, uh,..." Dean said, "We didn't see it happen ourselves exactly, but... It's pretty friggin' weird even for us."
*After the alien incident explained...*
"Aliens?" Bobby asked, now very confused. (Y/n) stiffled a laugh, 'This is so goofy.'
"Yeah." Dean said.
"Look, even if they are real, they're sure as hell not coming to Earth and swipin' people." Bobby said.
"Hey, believe me. We know." Dean said.
"My whole life, I've never found evidence of an honest-to-God abduction." Bobby said, still in disbelief, "It's all just cranks and pranks."
"Yeah, that's what we thought." Sam said, "But... we figured we'd at least talk to the guy."
*Flashbaack w/ Reader thoughts*
The guy, Curtis, drank a shot.
"Hey, you ought to give those Purple Nurples a shot. Phew, heh." Dean said, not reading the room. Curtis looked at him with a judgemental look causing Dean to look away. (Y/n) covered her face with her hand to hide her little smile, 'This is already going bad.', she shook her head and focused on Curtis.
Sam clears his throat, "So, what happened, Curtis?"
Curtis shrugged, "You won't believe me. Nobody does."
"Give us a chance." Sam said.
"I do not want this in the papers." Curtis said.
"Off the record then." Dean said.
Curtis glanced at each of them before starting, "I, uh... 'I blacked out, and... I lost time, and when I woke up, I don't know where I was."
Sam sat on one of the chairs beside (Y/n), "Then what?"
"They did tests on me. And, uh..." Curtis finished his drink, "They, uh... They probed me."
Sam silently turned his head away and slightly scratched his hair, (Y/n) coughed as she put her hand over her mouth to cover her forming smile.
Dean raised his eyebrows for a second, "They probed you?"
Curtis nodded, "Yeah, they probed me. Again and a-again and-and again and a..." Curtis drank another shot.
Dean looked at Sam and (Y/n) with a look, Sam smiled but then quickly went to his serious face before Curtis could notice. (Y/n) exhaled as to relax herself from laughing anytime soon, 'Oh my goodness this is the worst try not to laugh situation ever...'
"And again and again and again and then one more time." Curtis continued, drinking another shot.
"Yikes." Dean said.
"No, and that's not even the worst of it." Curtis said.
"How could it get any worse?" Dean asked, then he smiled, "Some alien made you his bitch."
Curtis looked at him, with a annoyed and judgemental expression that made Dean falter his smiled. Sam looked at Dean, with a little twitch of his mouth to not smile. As (Y/n) was biting the inside of her mouth, closing her eyes for a second, she could feel a tear forming in her eye of not letting out a single sound of her laugh.
"They..." Curtis contnued, "They made me... slow dance!"
There was a minute of silence after Curtis explained the dance and the song. Dean had an expression of unserious shockness and confusion, as Sam nodded his head to keep him focus. (Y/n) sighed shakily, a tear coming down her eye from holding her laugh on the inside, a very painful feeling for her, "Wow."
"You guys are exaggerating again, huh?" Bobby asked, not believe them.
"No." Both Sam and Dean said.
"Then this frat boy's just nuts." Bobby said.
"We're not so sure." Dean said.
"I'm telling yoouuu." (Y/n) whispered behind Bobby.
*Flashbaaaaaack*
"What the hell bruh." (Y/n) muttered as she saw the burnt dirt circle on the university field.
"I'm telling you, Dean." Sam said, "This was made by some kind of jet engine."
"What, you mean some saucer-shaped jet engine?" Dean asked.
"Alien jet engine." (Y/n) said, mostly to herself.
"Well, what else could it be?" Sam said.
"What the hell." Dean said.
"I don't know." Sam said.
"Well, seriously, dude, what the hell?" Dean said.
"I don't know." Sam said more loudly, "I mean, first the haunting. Now this? The timing alone, there's gotta be some kind of connection here."
"You mean, between the angry spirit and the sexed-up E.T.?" Dean said, "And what could the connection possibly be?"
"But what could we do? So we just kept on diggin'." Dean said, continuing the story.
"So, you and this guy, Curtis, you were in the same house?" Sam asked.
"Yeah." The guy said.
"You heard what happened to him, right?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, he says it was aliens, but you know, whatever." The guy answered.
"Look, man, I..." Sam said, looking remorseful, "I know this all has to be so hard."
"Um not so much." The guy said flatly.
"But I want you to know..." Sam said, "I'm here for you."
The guy nodded, dismissing Sam's weird pacifist behavior.
"You brave little soldier." Sam slightly shook his head in remorse, "I acknowledge your pain." The guy nodded, shifting in awkard discomfort, Sam went to hug him, "Come here." He hugged the guy tight, "You're too precious for this world."
Dean looked away sighing, as (Y/n) turned around to laugh silently.
"I never said that!" Sam said.
"You're always saying pansy stuff like that." Dean said.
Bobby glanced at both of them then looked at (Y/n) who shook her head, mouthing 'That never happened!'
"Well, um..." The guy patted Sam to stop hugging him, "Yeah, uh, thanks. Thanks for the hug."
Sam pulled away, "Yeah." Dean stared at both of them while (Y/n) turned back around wiping her smile off her face with her hand.
"But, uh, I'm okay. Really." The guy said, "To tell you the truth, whatever happened to Curtis, he had it coming."
"Why is that?" Dean asked.
"He's our pledge master." The guy answered, "Put us through hell this semester and got off on it. So now he knows how we feel."
Dean nodded, "hmm." Then looked at Sam, patting him on the shoulder, "It's okay."
" Still doesn't make a lick of sense." Dean said, walking into the room; along with Sam and (Y/n). "But, hey, at least there's one connection."
"Between what?" Sam asked.
"The victims." Dean answered, "The professor and the, uh, frat guy. They're both dicks." He sat down on one of the sofa chairs.
"That's a connection?" Sam asked, looking through his bag.
"You got anything better to go on, I'd love to hear it." Dean said.
"Where's my laptop?" Sam asked. (Y/n) sighed and sat down on another chair.
"I don't know." Dean said, he then turned to (Y/n) continuing his theory, "I mean, think about it. A, a philandering professor gets a dead girl. A pledge master gets hazed."
"I left it in here." Sam said, looking around his bed.
"You obviously didn't." Dean said, then switched to his explaination, "I mean, these punishments, they're, they're almost poetic."
"I'm thinking it's a trickster." (Y/n) said, trying to get this over with.
"Yeah, could be. I think-"
"Okay, hilarious. Ha ha. Where'd you hide it?" Sam asked, walking up to Dean. (Y/n) glanced at both of them, 'Dawg, did it not go through???'
"What? Your computer?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, where'd you hide it?" Sam asked.
"Why would I take your computer?" Dean argued.
"Because no one else could have, Dean." Sam said, "We keep the door lock. We don't let any maids in."
"Looks like you lost it, pointdexter." Dean said.
"Oh boy." (Y/n) sighed under her breath.
"Dude, you know somethin'? I put up with a lot from you." Sam said.
"What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around. Am I right?" Dean said, looking at (Y/n).
"Uh-"
"Yeah? Your dirty socks in the sink. Your food in the fridge." Sam listed.
"What's wrong with my food?" Dean asked.
"It's not food anymore, Dean! It's Darwinism!" Sam shouted.
"Nastyy." (Y/n) whispered.
"I like it." Dean said, glancing at (Y/n).
"And, you know what, all I ask from you, the one thing, is that you don't mess with my stuff!" Sam said.
"You done?" Dean said.
Sam shook his head, "You know, how would you feel if I screwed with the Impala?"
"It'd be the last thing you ever did." Dean said.
"Did you take his computer?" Bobby asked, glancing at (Y/n), standing next to him.
"Serves him right, but no." Dean said, sitting on one of the chairs.
"Well, I didn't lose it. 'Cause I don't lose things." Sam said, sitting across from Dean.
"Oh, that's right, yeah, 'cause he's Mr. Perfect." Dean said.
"Okay okay. Why don't you tell me what happens next?" Bobby asked, trying to change the arguement.
"There was one more victim." Dean said.
"Right. Now, now, we didn't see this one ourselves either. We kinda put it together from the evidence. But, this guy, he was a, he was a research scientist. Animal testing." Sam said.
"Yeah, you know, a dick, which fits the pattern." Dean said.
*After the aligator incident, onto the investigation (Flashbackk)*
Sam opened the window silently, letting (Y/n) go first. She silently went through and began walking around, as Sam and Dean went in after.
They search into the morgue, and Dean opened one of them that had the researcher's name on it. He pointed his flashlight inside the box, "Well, this ought to be quick."
Dean took it out and put the large tray on the metal table, he pulled the cloth off to reveal the mutilated body parts.
"Ugh!" (Y/n) and Dean said in unison. All of them groaned in disgust at the sight. (Y/n) covered her nose, 'I'm still not used to the strong smell of mutilated bodies.'
"Okay. This is just nasty." Dean said.
Sam covered his mouth, "Uh, yeah."
"Mutilated?" Dean asked.
"Looks to me like something was hungry." Sam said.
"Like aligator type hungry." (Y/n) said, they both glanced at her then at the body parts.
"They identified him yet?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Sam answered, "A research scientist at the college." He leaned down towards the tray, "Guess where his office was, by the way? Crawford Hall, same as the professor."
"That's right where the frat boy had his close encounter." Dean said.
"Yeah." Sam said, 'Hey, grab me that thing, would you?"
Dean went to grab what Sam was pointing at and turned on the light it had inside.
"Thanks." Sam said, looking through the magnifying glass. He searched until he stop at something.
"What is it?" Dean asked. (Y/n) leaning over to see.
"Looks like a... belly scale?" Sam said.
"A belly scale? From what?" Dean asked.
"Uh... An alligator?" Sam answered.
Dean and (Y/n) looked at each other, something clicked for Dean, "An alligator in the sewer. Come on."
"What?" Sam said, "Well, Dean, it's a classic urban legend. A-a kid flushes a baby gator down the toliet and it grows huge in the tunnels."
"Yeah, but no one's really ever found one." Dean said, "I mean, they... they're not real."
"Well, neither is alien abduction." Sam countered, "But something chomped on this guy."
"This is almost like one big trick..." (Y/n) said, "This is a trickster guys."
"Maybe." Dean sighed, "This couldn't get any weirder."
'Bruh are these guys fr. I should just shout in front of their faces..' (Y/n) thought, huffing.
"Maybe we should get some help. I'll call Bobby." Sam said, "Maybe he's run into something like this before."
"Oh, I'm sure he has, just your typical haunted-campus-alien-abduction-alligator-in-the-sewer gig. Yeah, it's simple."
"We decided to search the sewer anyway." Sam said, "So we split up, each taking one end of the campus."
"I finished early, so I went to get some lunch." (Y/n) said.
"Did you find anything?" Bobby asked them.
"Yeah, I found someting, just not in the sewer." Dean said.
*Another flashback....*
Dean got out from the sewer, climbing out and closing up the sewer. He walked to an alley, back to his car; once he made he stop and looked at his car.
The tires of the Impala were all flatened. "Son of a bitch!" Dean shouted, quickly walking over to his car, seeing all the flat tires. He then found a small wallet of cash lying next to car. He knew then, that it was Sam's wallet, seeing the initials on the metal tab. Or so he thought.
"Sam!" He called out.
Dean opened and closed the door harshley. Sam sitting on the sofa chair, nodded his head at Dean to greet him.
Dean, however, wasn't having it, "You think this is funny?"
"It depends. What?" Sam said.
Dean mocked his words then shouted, "The car!"
"What about the car?" Sam asked.
"You can't let the air out of the tires, you idiot." Dean said, "You're gonna bend the rims!"
"Woah, wait a minute." Sam said, "I didn't go near your car."
"Oh, yeah? Huh." Dean then pulled out Sam's money, "Then, uh, how'd I find this?"
Sam then looked shocked, then stood up from the chair, "Hey, give me back my money."
"Oh, no, no." Dean said, "Consider it reparations for, uh, emotional trauma." He went to his bed.
"Yeah, very funny. Now give it back." Sam said, following him, trying to grab his money out of Dean's hand.
"No." Dean said, swiping his arm away from Sam.
"Dean, I have had it up to here with you." Sam said, motioning his hand up to his head.
"Yeah? Right back at you!" Dean shouted.
Sam tried to get his money but Dean pulled arm away. Sam turned his head and chuckled in frustration, then tried to grab it again. Dean pulled away then pushed Sam. Then, Dean was tackled by Sam, who was reaching for his arm.
"Go on! Get off me!" Dean shouted.
"Give it back!" Sam shouted.
(Y/n) opened the door, "Alright guys, this is the last time I'll say it. It is a trickster! It matches up and we should probably head out to see our prime suspect- What the-?"
She saw them still rolling in the bed, grunting and pushing each other. "Give it!" Sam shouted.
"No!" Dean shouted.
"Guys! Come on!" (Y/n) said, walking over to them. They were still in their own fighting scene. "Ugh! I'm getting out of here."
"Okay, I've heard enough." Bobby said.
"Anyway, you showed up about an hour after that." Dean said.
"I'm surprised at you two. I really am." Bobby said in a disappointed tone, "Sam, first off, Dean did not steal your computer."
Sam sat up straight to agrue, "But I--"
"Shh!" Bobby hushed Sam, who leaned back. "And, Dean, Sam did not touch your car."
Sam chuckled, "Yeah."
"And if you two bothered to pull your heads out of your asses and probably listened to what (Y/n) had to say, we all wouldn't be here and it all wouldve been pretty clear." Bobby said.
"What?" Dean asked.
"What you're dealing with." Bobby said. Both of the brother were silent, as they didn't have an answer, all except (Y/n). Obviously.
"I got nothing." Dean said.
"Me neither." Sam said.
Bobby looked at (Y/n), then the brothers looked at her as well. (Y/n) sighed, "We have a trickster."
"Oh yeah, you said that." Dean said, "That's what I also thought."
"What?" (Y/n) scoffed.
"What? No, you didn't." Sam said.
"I got to tell you... you guys were the biggest clue. Aside from (Y/n) already telling me from the start." Bobby said.
"What do you mean?"
"These things create chaos and mischief as easy as breathing. And it's got you so turned around and at each other's throats you can't even think straight." Bobby said.
"The laptop."
"The tires."
"It knows you're onto him and it's been playing you like fiddles. It would also explain why you two never thought about (Y/n)'s suggestion, she did say it was a trickster from the beginning."
"So, what is it? Wha... Spirit, demon, what?" Dean asked.
"Well, more like demigods, really." Bobby said, "There's Loki in Scandinavia. There's Anansi in West Africa. Dozens of 'em. They're immortal, and they can create things out of thin air. Things as real as you and me. Make 'em vanish just as quick."
"You mean, like an angry spirit or an alien or an alligator." Dean listed.
"The victims fit the MO, too." Bobby said, "Tricksters target the high and mighty, knock 'em down a peg, usually with sense of humor. Deadly pranks, things like that."
"Bobby, what do these things look like?" Dean asked.
"Lots of things, but human, mostly." Bobby answered.
Dean turned to Sam, "And what human do we know who's been at ground zero the whole time?"
Sam looked confused for a second, then was hit with realization of the real answer.
"Janitor." (Y/n) mumbled. 'Gabriel, the archangel...' She thought as she sighed.
(Y/n) and the Winchesters were back at the college, as they already have their prime suspect in mind.
"Sorry, I'm dragging a little ass today, boys. And lady." The janitor said, ending his sentence on a flirtacious note as he looked at (Y/n), "Had quite the night last night. Lots of sex, if you catch my drift."
(Y/n) rolled her eyes, ignoring the tiny warmth in her cheecks, 'What's up with this guy???'
"Yeah, hard not to. Listen, we won't be long." Dean said, "We just need to check a couple of offices up on three."
"Oh, damn. I, uh, forgot something in the truck." Sam said, suddenly stopping in his tracks, "(Y/n) come with me please? We'll catch up with you guys."
"Sure." (Y/n) nodded, "We'll be back."
Dean and the janitor nodded, heading up the stairs to the second floor. As soon as they were out of (Y/n) and Sam's sight, the two went downstairs to the lockers.
Sam lockpicked his way through the door and both started investigating the lockers, although it was rather quick since (Y/n) found his right away due to the strong scent of candies.
"Found it." She said, as she took one of the papers. Sam went to her, reading the paper she was holding. 'Aliens abduct cheerleader!' the paper read.
"Well, it's something alright. But there's no candy, so it might not be him." (Y/n) said, taking out a empty candy wrapper from the locker.
"Maybe." Sam said.
"But it could be him!" (Y/n) said, throwing the paper back in the locker.
"Maybe." Sam said again, shrugging. (Y/n) scoffed.
"Just 'cause he reads 'Weekly World News' doesn't mean he's our guy. I mean, you read it, too." Sam said, as they all walked out of the college building.
"I'm telling you, it's him." Dean said.
"It is him." (Y/n) said, sighing.
"Look, I just think we need some hard proof. That's all." Sam said. (Y/n) rolled her eyes as he said that.
"Okay, another thing Bobby mentioned was that these suckers have a metabolism like an insect." Dean said, "Alright? A real sweet tooth."
"I didn't find any candy bars." Sam said, "Or sugar. Not even equal."
"It smelled like candy that could be something." (Y/n) said.
"But it wouldn't really mean anything would it?" Sam asked her.
"It means he eats candy a lot, just hides it." She said, nodding to herself smiling.
"Yeah see?" Dean said.
"It still doesn't count as hard proof guys." Sam argued.
"Well it's probably because you missed something." Dean said.
"I don't miss things." Sam said.
"Oh, right. 'Cause you're Mr. Perfect." Dean said.
"What? Are you really still pissed at me 'cause of what the trickster did?" Sam asked.
"Oh, come on, man, you been a tight ass long before that trickster showed up." Dean said.
(Y/n) sighed, she through the corner of her eye, the trickster himself looking through the window. 'He's not gonna be dead anyways after we stake him.' She thought as she glanced away from the window.
"Look, just stay here with (Y/n), and you two keep an eye on the janitor." Sam said, "I'll go to his place to see if I can find any actual evidence before you go barging in and staking the man!"
Dean shrugged, agreeing with him a little. "Just wait till I get back, okay?" Sam asked.
"Hm." Dean huffed.
"Okay?" Sam said, a little louder.
"Okay!" Dean shouted, then Sam quickly walked back to the truck to leave.
"Bye!" (Y/n) shouted.
After a few minutes of silence and standing, (Y/n) sighed, 'This is gonna be so ass bruh...' She turned to Dean, she still felt the stare of the trickster on them.
"Well, it just you and me now. You and me..." She said awkwardly, as Dean glanced at her, "He's watching us right now. I'm sure this'll be fun."
Dean looked at her with a smirk, then switched back, "Oh, definitely. What do you wanna do?"
(Y/n) shrugged, "Let's just wait around till' night, then we can investigate this guy."
Dean nodded, "Sounds good."
The night had settled in, Dean and (Y/n) stood in front of the building that the janitor mostly resided in. They nodded at each other as they walked inside.
"Alright, we split up from here. I search up and you search here and down." (Y/n) said, already going up the stairs.
"Yeah." Dean nodded, turning on his flashlight.
As they split up, Dean search down at the staff lockers. He then went back up stairs to the exit and went on another flight of stairs that were to the theatre. He was about to go up again until he heard music from the theatre room.
He stood there for a secoond, then turned off his flashlight. He slowly walked to the doors and slightly opened one of them, peeking out the door. Dean then saw from the stage, a large circular bed that two ladies in lingerie sitting and smiling at him. He slowly walked in and walked down the stairs to the stage, looking at the sight before him.
As he walked closer to the stage, the ladies crawled slowly towards him, "We've been waiting for you, Dean."
"Y-y-you guys aren't real." Dean said.
"Trust me, sugar, it's gonna feel real." The black-haired woman said seductively.
"Ha." Dean sighed.
"Come on. Let us give you a massage." The blonde woman said.
"Wha..." Dean trailed off, "You know, I'm a- I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Really, I am, but... I'm- I'm gonna have to pass."
"They're a peace offering." A voice said.
Dean turned to the seats behind him, it was the janitor, the trickster now.
"I know what you and your brother do and the- pretty lady. I've been around a while. Run into your kind before." The trickster said.
"Well, then you know that I..." Dean walked to be infront of the trickster's view, "can't let you just keep hurting people."
The trickster sighed and rolled his head back, "Come on! Those people got what was coming to them. Hoisted on their own petards. But you and Sam and (Y/n), I like you. I do. So treat yourself... long as you want. Just long enough for me to move on to the next town."
"Yeah, I don't think I can let you do that." Dean said.
"I don't wanna hurt you. And you know that I can. Just like how I can sense, miss (Y/n) over there." The trickster said, eating a chocolate bar, "You can come out sweetheart!"
"Damn." (Y/n) hissed, she came out from the door, walking down to where the trickster was sitting. 'That was a flop, I was gonna lowkey jump him and see what the results would be...' She thought.
"Hey pretty lady. I was hoping to see you here." The trickster said, winking at her.
"Uh huh." She said flatly. 'Yo why does he keep winking?? Is there something wrong with his eye??'
"Look, man, I, I gotta tell you. I-I-I dig your style, alright? I mean, heh, I do." Dean said, looking back at the women, "I mean, pfft... heh. And the uh, slow dancing alien."
The trickster laughed, "That one is my personal favorite."
"Yeah." Dean said, "But, uh, we can't let you go."
"Too bad." The trickster said, "Like I said, I like you two. Sam was right. You guys shouldn't have come alone."
"Well, I'll agree with you there." Dean said.
Then the sound of doors opened behind them. Sam came from one door and Bobby from the other side. The trickster looked back, surprised, then he looked back at Dean.
"That fight you guys had outside... That was a trick?" The trickster questioned.
Dean stayed silent as the trickster nodded, impressed, "Hmm. Not bad." Dean pulled out a stake from his jacket. "But you wanna see a real trick?" The trickster asked.
It was not long before a sound of a chainsaw was behind Sam, he dodged before he was slashed by said chainsaw. Dean tried to stab the trickster until he was blocked by the black-haired woman, throwing him onto the stage.
"Damn." (Y/n) tried to stab the trickster but he popped a confetti popper at her?
"Distraction!" He said before punching her square in the face.
"ACK!" She shout as she covered her face, "What the hell man?!"
"Sorry, I really didn't want to hurt that pretty face." He said, now standing infront of her. He swung a left hook, however she dodge quickly as she backed away from him.
'Ugh! My nose! At least it's not broken...' She wiped her face, gaining focus again. The trickster was 'oo'ing at Dean getting jump by the two women. Sam and Bobby were dealing the chainsaw dude.
(Y/n) took his distraction as a chance to quickly kick him in his side, causing him to stumble backwards as he curled himself as he stood. The trickster gained back focus in a second and turn his body and swiftly kicked her in the stomach.
(Y/n) stumbled back, clutching her stomach, 'Where the hell did he learn how to fight like this?!' She leaned on of the chairs to recover. Then, Dean was thrown by the blonde woman, hitting by the chairs.
"Ha! Nice toss, ladies! Nice show." The trickster said. Sam looked down at the stake on the ground, looked Dean who nodded at him. He went down to grab the stake and threw it to Dean who successfully catched it.
The trickster tsked, "Dean, Dean, Dean. I did not wanna have to do this." He turned, however he was then stabbed in the chest with the stake by Dean.
"Me neither." Dean said. The look of shock dawned on the trickster's face, as he died, the chainsaw dude and the women disappeared.
Dean took the stake out from the trickster's chest, that caused to fall back to the chair. 'That's not even his real body bro... and I can't say anything about it!!' (Y/n) thought as she leaned off the chair, 'We'll see him again..'
"You guys okay?" Dean asked them. Bobby nodded and (Y/n) exhaled, nodding.
"Yeah. I guess." Sam said.
They all looked at the 'dead' trickster for a minute. "All I got to say... He had style." Dean said, smiling before walking off with a bit of a limp. Sam, (Y/n), and Bobby looked at him unamused.
"Bruh." (Y/n) said before following him after.
They all walked out of the building quickly, heading towards the Impala. "Hey Bobby thanks a lot." Sam said.
"We really-" Dean was cut off.
"Hey, save it! Let's just get the hell out of Dodge before somebody finds that body." Bobby said.
As they all open the car doors to get in Sam hesitated, "Yeah. Look, Dean, um... I just wanna say that I'm, uh... Um.."
"Hey." Dean said, "Me too." They looked at each other for a minute.
"Awww." (Y/n) said, "This is so nice."
Bobby popped his head out of the car, "You guys are breaking my heart. Could we please just leave?" He went back inside and shut the car door.
"Jeez." (Y/n) muttered before getting into the car. Sam and Dean nodded before getting into the car and drove off.
'Wonder when we see him...' (Y/n) thought, putting her hand in her pocket holding her phone, 'I'm still so confused.. This is so not sigma..' She sighed.