I decided I wanted to split up from the boys, they had no objections. Because I just walked the other direction to them as they were chatting to one another. Men... I continued to walk through the hallways, Doctors and Nurses greeting me politely, but I was looking out for the Trickster. I came to the elevator as it dinged open, and I entered as no one was in. I pressed the next floor up, and the elevator doors closed and the lift began to move.

"Looking for me sweetheart," the Trickster's voice boomed from behind, and the elevator judders as it came to a stop, making me turn around to see him leaning back. "You have found me," he offered a boyish smile, leaning up from the back of the elevator.

"Why have you dragged me into this?" I questioned, folding my arms and coming a few inches forward. "You're beef is with them kicking off the apocalypse," his eyes seemed to soften, and he just stared at me like he was seeing someone else. His gaze kind of felt weird. "Plus my ID name isn't even right!?" I peered down and gripped the ID card and showed him, wanting his gaze off of me. "It's Abigael not Aradia," his expression just seemed gloomy, but he noticed that I caught on. And then he had that boyish smile.

"Sweetheart it's a character! Play it," he laughs at the end. "We all have parts to play," he giggled, and a burst of static he became and vanished from the elevator. It whirled back up, and juddered. I let out a sigh, spinning around as the elevator dinged to a stop and the doors opened.

I walked through the hallway, Doctors and nurses smiled at me once again, but I was looking for dumb and dumber.

"Paging Chief Adams to O.R Three please. Paging Chief Adams to O.R Three," a woman's voice from the intercom came loud and clear. Luckily, I was on the right floor and saw O.R Three at the end of the hall. I could simply ignore the summons, but what the Trickster said 'We all have parts to play'. We weren't going to get out of here until we played our parts in his twisted game.

I managed to get to the Operating room and entered so quietly to see Sam and Dean. Dean was the one laying on the operating table and Sam was going to operate on him.

"A GSW to the back. B.P eighty over fifty and dropping," a woman announced to me as I made my way further into the room. But Sam was thinking about what to do to help his brother.

"Ok, um, I need a... Penknife, some dental floss, a sewing needle, and a fifth of whiskey," Sam spoke. I noticed the nurses stare at one another, as the request was strange. The air was silent, and no one moved. "Stat!" Sam was strong as the nurses began to move, and get the things he needed.

"How the hell did you get shot?" I came to the top end of the table, and looked at the back of Dean's head.

"An angry patient shot me!" He wasn't thrilled, and I could tell by his tone of voice. "Where the hell did you go?!" He shifted the attention away from him, as I felt Sam's eyes on me.

"Try to figure out why I was dragged into this. But it didn't lead me anywhere," I announced to the boys, just as Nurses came back in with the stuff Sam had asked for. "Time to operate Doctor Winchester," I smirked, eyeing up Sam. He seemed nervous, but he had done this before with his brother. I took a step back, and I watched Sam work. Something about him just working with his hands was a real turn on. I shouldn't be thinking this, but how could one not.

Within ten minutes, Sam dug the bullet out, and stitched up Dean's wound. I see him shake a little as he tugged the dental floss, and shakily cut the floss. He's done it many times to know what to do.

"We ok? How's it looking?" Dean asked with haste, hoping he hadn't got a massive scar.

"Yep. You'll be fine," Sam states, looking uncomfortable in his position. His gloves soaked in his brother's blood, but still he looked sexy as in that scrub cap. I scoffed, and turned around, heading to the door to leave. However, once I got through the environment switched to that of a game show.

I looked down to my outfit to see I was wearing a very short red top, it was more like a bra. A very questionable skirt, with thigh high white heels. My hands rose up my body, feeling the outfit I had on. I touched my head, to feel devil horns on my head. The Trickster style of choice was either perverted or really bad. My eyes finally focused on Dean and Sam who were both apart. Feet trapped into some devices so they couldn't move.

"Let's play Nut-Cracker!" The Japanese man spoke, hyped as he made a fist and pumped it through the air a few times. Applause could be heard throughout the room. I stepped forward, and in between both brothers. Their eyes immediately shot to me and their eyes of course wondered about my lack of clothes.

"Watashi no me wa koko ni arimasu! (My eyes are up here!)" I announced, using my fingers to direct their wandering gazes to my eyes. But I realized I spoke Japanese "Hontō! (Really!)" I wasn't going to be any help to them as I could use my magic, and I imagine they don't know Japanese. The Japanese game host guided me to the side of Sam's stage he was on.

"Sam Winchester... He spoke in his Japanese accent. "What was the name of the demon you chose over your own brother?" He spoke it in Japanese but to me, he said it in perfect English. I see Sam look dumbfounded. "Countdown," he points to the TV with twenty seconds on it. But it started to count down.

"What? Uh... What am I supposed to say?" He asked Dean in a panic.

"You think I know?" Dean shot back.

"Uh, I-I don't -- I don't understand, uh, Japanese," Sam's eyes followed that of the Game host as he came around his stage. He repeated the question, coming back to stand in the middle of the brothers. Sam chuckles, still not understanding. "Is he screwing with me? I-I-I-I-I can't speak Japanese--" An alarm sound came ringing out, meaning Sam was out of time.

"Ruby," the Game host spoke, as the audience groaned in shock. "I'm sorry, Sam Winchester," he dips his head.

"Sorry? Sorry for what?" Sam was hella confused, but the game host places a hand over his mouth as if he was laughing - anime style. "Dean," Dean just pulls a face. At high speed, the ball in the ground sprung into action and hit Sam right in the nuts. I jolted back in surprise, as I felt that one.

"Whoa! Nut-Cracker!" The Game Host did the same with his fist, as my eyes went back to Sam, groaning and hurling over in pain as he grabbed his nuts. Suddenly, I had a board in my hands, and it read 'Nut-Cracker' in the Japanese language, and I guess it wants me to go between them. I rolled my eyes, and raised the board high above my head, and walked across in front of the boys. The audience clapped and wolf whistled as I came to stand at Dean's side now, waiting for his turn.

The game host got called away to do an advert, but I dropped the board to the floor. My eyes went to Sam to see him still red in the face, and hurled over.

"You ok?" Dean asks, but he gives him a look. Dean looked from Sam's stage to his own, and it dawned on him that he was next to answer. Out of nowhere, a banging sound came to my ear. My eyes went to the blue doors, as they shot open and walked in Angel boy Cas in his adorable trench coat. "Cas?!" Dean spoke surprised.

"Is this another trick?" Sam questioned.

"It's me. Uh, what are you doing here?" Cas's eyes flicked between the brothers.

"Us? What are you doing here?" Dean retorted.

"Looking for you. You've been missing for days," Cas announces.

"Get us the hell out of here, then!" Sam raised his voice as this was urgent, he did just get sucker punched in the balls.

"Let's go," he walks forward, raising his hands ready to zap them out. However, he was zapped out in a burst of static.

"Cas?" Dean wondered where he went.

"No, no, no," the game host came back shaking his index finger. "Mister Trickster does not like pretty-boy angels," was all he said before he got back into the game. He pulled free the yellow question cards. "Dean Winchester... Would your Mother and Father still be alive... If your brother was never born?" Of course it was in Japanese and Dean didn't understand the question. "Countdown," he rolled his wrist, and the countdown began.

"What do I do? What do I do? I don't want to get hit in the nuts," Dean stresses out not wanting what happened to Sam happen to him.

"I-I know. Uh, uh... Just, um... Wait," Sam suddenly made a connection.

"What?!"

"I played a Doctor,"

"What?!" Dean didn't need him to repeat what he's played as already.

"In -- In 'Doctor Sexy'. I played a Doctor. I Operated," Sam was getting onto something.

"So?" Dean rushes out as time was of the essence.

"So, I played the role. The Trickster wanted me to play. M-Maybe we just have to go along with it,"

"Go along with what?"

"With the game. I mean, we're on a game show, right? So, just answer the question," Sam made the connection that the Trickster wanted him to make.

"In Japanese?!" Dean spoke wildly. " I don't know Japanese!" He argues back but suddenly turns in his spot and presses the red buzzer just in time for the countdown to reach zero. The air was silent, not one moved or battered an eye. "The answer is... Yes?" Dean spoke in perfect Japanese. The audience murmurs, as the host repeated the answer. Then Dean replied it in Japanese once again as he took his gaze to Sam with wide eyes, not believing he was speaking the language.

"Dean Winchester -- Nut-cracker champion!" The Game host threw his cards into the air as another board appeared in my hands, and it read champion. I groaned and walked out in front of the boys, holding up the board high for the audience to see.

How long did we have to do this?

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