I tossed and turned, never being able to drift off to sleep. My mind was in overdrive, something in my head wouldn't just shut off. I threw the silk sheets off of me, and sat up in the bed, my gaze focusing on the vanity table in the room. I could see my reflection, which was possible due to the moonlight entering through the large window. I brought my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, my naked body tingled with the slight breeze coming through the room. Maybe it was the words War had spoken that still rattled around my mind. I had no clue what he meant, and I hated the unknown. I wanted answers.

Out of nowhere, the wind picked up, making the air a bit more chilly, as goosebumps ran along my arms. I raised my head from my legs, and noticed that the wind had opened the door into the living room. Was this a sign? Was someone directing me somewhere? I slid around, and planted my feet to the ground, and stood from the bed. Not bothering to grab a dressing gown, because it was my apartment, and I wasn't ashamed of my body. I took each step with care, as I edged closer to the door. I pushed open and stepped through, finding the living room bare and empty of light and sound. It was how I left it. I frowned, as nothing was in here.

I shook my head, and spun back around to enter my bedroom. However, when I came out to stare at my bed. I was greeted by a hallway, filled with Doctors, nurses, and a gunnery along the side. My expression changed to dumbfounded in seconds. I cocked my head down to see that I was wearing a lab coat over a simple black dress. On this lab coat was a name tag pinned above the pocket. Dangling from the pocket was an ID card. I grabbed the ID card, and examined it.

'Aradia Adams. M.D'. There was also a picture of my face, smiling. Even the tag above the pocket said the name, but it had 'Dr' in front of it. I let go of the ID, and shook my head, finding this a dream. It had to be. I took steps forward, finding that I was also wearing high heels that matched the dress. My heels clicked against the marble, as I walked through the corridor, hoping to find someone I recognised.

"Doctor," a nurse passed with a flirtatious smile, and all I could do was smile back.

"Doctor," then another nurse came around, but this one was a male one. He held the same flirty expression the female nurse had. After a minute of roaming the halls, I found my way to the reception area where it said 'Seattle Mercy Hospital'. I needed to get out here, I had enough of this. I flourished my hand up, and hoped for black smoke, but nothing came. I lowered my left hand to eye level and placed my palm up, and hoped to generate some fire, but even that didn't happen. I groaned in frustration, and wandered off down a hallway, hoping to find an exit.

I turned a few corners, until I saw a back of two Doctors, parting at a three-way junction. But those backs looked oddly familiar. I began to descend that way, my heels echoed through the hall, alerting the two Doctors to someone approaching. They both turned simultaneously, to face me. To be fair I wasn't surprised who I saw.

"Sam? Dean?" I stopped mid-track, and cocked their gazes between them, hoping it was actually them and not some doppelganger.

"Abigael?" Dean spoke first, both held gomb-smacked expressions, as they were confused as well.

"Can one of you please tell me what the hell I'm doing here?" I closed the gap between the three of us, as my eyes flicked back and forth to them. "Because last time I checked, I was in another state," I folded my arms over my chest.

"We're hunting something called the Trickster and I think he's placed us in TV land," Sam was the one to announce the idea. Dean scoffs as he found the idea stupid, and not real.

"And we're in a show called Doctor Sexy, MD," Dean added into the mix, but yet again I was completely shocked at what I was hearing right now. Dean tosses his gaze back down the hallway to where the elevator lies, but he sees someone. "Oh boy," he states, wide eyed like he's just seen a celebrity.

"What?" Sam asked, wondering what he was gawking at.

"It's him," he states starstruck, offering a smile.

"Who?" I spoke, eyes catching a man who was heading down this way, hands in his lab pockets.

"It's him. It's Doctor Sexy," Dean spun ever so slowly back around to us. He was having a man-crush right now, and I was living for it. Once Doctor Sexy was close enough, he removed his hands from his pockets. Instantly, he grabs me by the waist, and back, and dips me before planting a heated kiss onto my lips. I was stunned, surely, but the kiss wasn't half-bad. The dip kiss lasted a few seconds, but I could feel the boy's eyes upon us. Doctor Sexy shot me back up, and gave me a flirtatious look.

"Chief," his voice was like butter, it just melted your knees. He shoved his hands back into his pockets, and faced Dean with a stern hard expression. Totally different to the way he looked at me seconds ago. "Doctor,"

"Doctor," Dean replied all shyly, and tilted his head down not to be pressured under his gaze.

"Doctor," Doctor Sexy aimed that at Sam, but he simply nodded his head. But Dean hits him, to comply and respond to him.

"Doctor," Sam responded, not remotely thrilled in responding.

"You want to give me and the Chief one good reason why you defied my direct order," Doctor Sexy turned back to face Dean. "To do the experimental face transplant on Mrs. Beale?" Dean looked too stunned to speak, as he was trying to think of words.

"One reason?" He asks, and Doctor Sexy let out a 'hmm' sound. "Sure," Dean clears his throat, taking his head down to look at the Doctor's shoes. Before, he slams Doctor Sexy into the wall, and uses his forearm to keep him there.

"You're not Doctor Sexy,"

"You're crazy," he announces back to Dean.

"Really? 'Cause I swore part of what makes Doctor Sexy, sexy. Is the fact that he wears cowboy boots. Not tennis shoes," Dean seemed angry that this wasn't the real Doctor Sexy, and that portraying a water-down version didn't cut it for him.

"Yeah, you're not a fan," Sam remarks from behind him.

"It's a guilty pleasure," he defended, which only made me chuckle.

"Call security," Doctor Sexy's deep voice rang out.

"Yeah, go ahead, pal. See, we know what you are," Dean retorted, and suddenly, everyone froze, as if someone had paused the TV for a moment. Doctor Sexy was just smiling, before his appearance transformed into a man I had never seen before. But he was also quite sexy.

"You guys are getting better," he states, before his eyes locked on to me. "Can I say that kiss... Wow," I couldn't help but smile at his compliment.

"Get us the hell out of here," Dean was stern, and demanding.

"Or what?" The Trickster, raises his left hand, and whacks it down on Dean's forearm that was holding him against the wall. He pushes down slightly, removing his forearm away. "Don't see your wooden stakes, big guy," with Dean removed, he uses his other hand to slap Dean's arm.

"That was you on the police scanner, right? This is a trick," Sam wasn't impressed with all of the messing around.

"Hello-o-o?" He longed out the word. "Trickster?" He used his index finger to circle his face. "Come on! I heard you two yahoos were in town. How could I resist? And I even threw in your ravishing friend," his eyes wandered back over to me, giving me a cheeky wink.

"Why am I strangely aroused?" I questioned myself, feeling a strange attraction to the man.

"Where the hell are we?" Dean went on, not hearing my comment.

"You like it? It's all homemade. My own sets," He knocks on the glass of the double doors. "My own actors," he spun around to face the hallway full of frozen people. Before, he used one foot to spin around on and come face back to us. "Call it my own little idiot box," he smirked at the comment he made.

"How do we get out?" Dean raised a good point.

"That, my friend," he points to Dean briefly, eyes locked on his. "Is the sixty-four dollar question," he had a smugness to him, and I liked it.

"Whatever. We just -- We need to talk to you. We need your help," as the words left Sam's mouth, I was shocked to hear them. The Winchesters asking a Monster for help? It was truly the end of days.

"Hmm," the Trickster lets out. "Let me guess. You two muttonheads broke the world, and you want me to sweep up your mess?" He was just making sure he had everything straight.

"Please," another word I didn't think I would hear. "Just five minutes. Hear us out," m eyes danced from Sam to the Trickster.

"Sure. Tell you what. Survive the next twenty-four hours, we'll talk," his eyes cast between us all, as he was including me in this little game.

"Survive what?" Dean questioned with a stern expression.

"The game," Trickster announces, smiling through the words.

"What game?"

"You're in it," he simply replied.

"How do we play?"

"You're playing it," it was like a tit-for-tat over here.

"What are the rules?'' Dean was getting irritated with the lack of answers he was willing to give. The Trickster flashes his eyebrows up, giving a mischievous grin. Before, he became a burst of static, fizzing out, and vanishing from the hospital.

"Oh, son of a bitch," Dean was clearly angry. I kinda liked his style though. Mysterious, sexy, and arrogant all rolled up in one. "Can you get us out of here?" Dean's gaze focused on me, making me turn to meet his gaze.

"Nope," I popped the word.

"What do you mean no?" Dean was all confused, his eyes wandering my body.

"Wherever we are, my powers are useless. All of them," I gave him a knowing look, and he looked even more pissed now that he has to play this stupid game. "I'm stuck in this game too you know," I was slightly frustrated as I could be doing something else, than playing some 'game' that the Trickster wants us to play.

I feel that the Doctor scene was just the beginning..

**********