@timeandspace2002 @hiddles-and-skittles

When was it ever supposed to be a normal day? Of course, you had to listen to the police scanner and of course the three of you had to get stuck in a television show.

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“Doctor,” Doctor Sexy nods his head at Dean, as the eldest Winchester gives him an excited, “Doctor.”

Doctor Sexy says the same thing to Sam before turning to you.

A smirk appears on his face as he reaches for your hand and brings it to his lips. He presses a long, drawled out kiss to the back of your hand.

“Nurse.” You quickly pull your hand away and narrow your eyes at him.

“Who the hell are you?” You hiss, receiving an elbow from Dean.

“That’s Doctor Sexy, Y/n,” Dean whispers, smiling up at the ‘doctor’.

“Dean, we’re in a television show. He isn’t real.”

“Whatever, Sam. He’s definitely…”

Dean pauses a moment before forcefully shoving Doctor Sexy against a wall by the lapels of his jacket.

“Dean?” You and Sam inquire.

You’re starting to wonder if being in his favorite soap opera has affected Dean’s mental health.

Dean doesn’t reply to either of you, instead opting to push harder on the man’s chest.

“Security!”

“Shut it. I’m pretty sure last time I checked, Doctor Sexy wore cowboy boots, not tennis shoes.”

Sam snorts.

The scene around all of you freezes as Doctor Sexy transforms into the trickster.

“You guys are getting better!” He grins mischievously.

“Get us the hell outta here,” Dean growls.

“Or what? Don’t see any wooden stakes.” He grabs Dean’s arm and pushes it away from him to slip out of his grip.

“So, this is a trick.”

The trickster rolls his eyes. “Hello? Trickster! C’mon, I heard you three were in town, how could I resist?”

You hold back a snicker at his attitude.

No Y/n! This is serious, stop paying attention to the way he talks with his hands and occasionally glances at you.

Dean interrupts your thoughts when he begins talking again.

“Where are we?”

The trickster’s eyes light up. “Like it? It’s all homemade. My own sets,” he taps on the glass window behind him, “my own actors,” and then he motions to all the people standing around.

“How do we get out?”

“That’s the question, isn’t it?”

“We need to talk to you. We need your help,” Sam pleads.

The trickster purses his lips.

“Hm, lemme guess. You two muttonheads broke the world, dragged her along with it, and now you want me to sweep up your mess.”

“Please,” you interrupt, causing all eyes to fall on you.

The trickster stares directly at you. As cheesy as it sounded, it was almost like he was staring at your soul.

“How could I say no to you? Let’s see, if you three survive the next 24 hours, we’ll talk.”

“Survive what?”

“The game!”

“What game?”

“You’re in it.”

“How do we play?”

“You’re playing it,” the trickster grins smugly at his banter with Dean.

“What’re the rules?”

The supernatural being wiggles his eyebrow and disappears.

“Son of a bitch.”