"Cops didn't release the cause of death 'cause they had no clue what the cause was." Dean explains to Bobby. "So, we checked it ourselves." Sam said and we continue.

After opening the window to a building, Sam crawls through the window. "Hey." Dean said and he tosses his flashlight to Sam, then climbs through and helps (y/n) through before he shuts the window.

Dean opens a body drawer and shines his light through, he grimaces. "Well, this oughta be quick." He said as they slide the drawer out and gingerly peel off the bloody blanket, revealing extremely mangled remains.

"OK, that is just nasty." (Y/n) said, disgusted, as Sam holds his hand to his mouth and nose. "Uh, yeah." He said, speaking muffled while trying not to breathe through his nose. "Mutilated?" Dean said. "Looks to me like something was hungry." (y/n) said.

"They identify him yet?" Dean asked. "Yeah, uh, a research scientist at the college. Guess where his office was, by the way. Crawford Hall, same as the professor." Sam said. "That's right where the frat boy had his close encounter." Dean said. "Yeah. Hey, grab me that thing, would you?" Sam asked and Dean slides a magnifying light over to Sam, who peers through it at the corpse. "Thanks." Sam said as he looks through the corpse.

"What is it?" Dean asked. "Looks like a...A belly scale?" Sam said, confused. "A belly scale? From what?" (y/n) asked. "Uh...An alligator?" Sam replied and Dean and (y/n) look at him, confused.

"An alligator in the sewer. Come on." Dean said. "What? Well, Dean, it's a classic urban legend. A kid flushes a baby gator down the toilet, and it grows huge in the tunnels." Sam said. "But no one's ever really found one. I mean, th – they're not real." (Y/n) said. "Well, neither's alien abduction, but something chomped on this guy." Sam said and Dean shakes his head.

"This couldn't get any weirder." Dean mutters. "Maybe we should get some help. I'll call Bobby. Maybe he's run into something like this before." Sam said. "Oh, I'm sure he has. Just your typical haunted campus, alien abduction, alligator-in-the-sewer gig. Yeah, it's simple." Dean said with sarcasm.

"We decided to search the sewer anyway, so we split up, each taking one end of campus." I said. "D'you find anything?" Bobby asked. "Yeah, I found something, just not in the sewer." Dean said.

Dean emerges from the sewer and enteres the alley where the Impala is parked. All four tires are flat. "Son of a bitch!" He exclaims in anger. He circles the car and finds a money clip on the ground, engraved with (your initials). "(y/n)!" Dean growls.

Back at the hotel, Sam and (y/n) were reading some books as Dean enters. "You think this is funny, (y/n)?" Dean asked, angrily, and she looks up at him, confused. "It depends. What?" she asked. "Th-th-th-the car!" Dean said, angrily.

"What about the car?" (y/n) asked as Sam looks between his friend and his brother. "You can't let the air out of the tires, you idiot. You're gonna bend the rims!" Dean yells. "Whoa, wait a minute. I didn't go near your car." She said, getting angry.

"Oh, yeah? Huh. Then how'd I find this?" Dean asked as he holds up the money clip. (Y/n) pats her pocket then she stands up. "Hey. Give me back my money!" She demands. "Oh, no, no. Consider it reparations. For, uh, emotional trauma." Dean said as (y/n) comes up to him.

"Yeah, very funny. Now, give it back." She said and she reaches for it. "No." Dean said, firmly, as he holds the money up and away from her. "Dean, c'mon!" Sam said, annoyed.

"Dean, I have had it up to here with you." (Y/n) said, angrily. "Yeah? Right back at you!" He spat at her. (Y/n) reaches for the money again; Dean avoids her. Sam then goes to grab it but Dean avoids him then (y/n) tackles him to the bed. They scuffle and fight like kids. 

"Come on! Get off me!" Dean yells at her. "Give it back!" (y/n) shouts and Sam tries to help and the three begin to fight and scuffle.

"Okay, I've heard enough." Bobby said, interrupting. "You showed up about an hour after that." Dean said. "I'm surprised at you three. I really am. Sam...(y/n), first off, Dean did not steal your computers." Bobby said to us. "But I –" Sam started to say but Bobby holds out his hand to him.

"Shh, shh, shh, shh! And, Dean, (y/n) did not touch your car." He said to Dean. "Yeah!" I sneered at Dean as I look at him. "And if you three bothered to pull your heads outta your asses, it all would have been pretty clear." Bobby said. "What?" Dean asked.

"What you're dealing with." Bobby said and we look at him, confused. "I got nothing." Dean said. "Me neither." Sam said. "Same here." I said.

"You got a trickster on your hands." Bobby said and Dean snaps his fingers. "That's what I thought." Dean said. "What?! No, you didn't." Sam shouts at him.

"I got to tell you...you guys were the biggest clue." Bobby said. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "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 to us.

"The laptops." Sam said.

"The tires." Dean mutters.

"It knows you're onto him, and it's been playing you like fiddles." Bobby said. "So, what is it, what, what, spirit, demon, what?" I asked him. "Well, more like demigods, really. There's Loki in Scandinavia. There's Anansi in West Africa. Dozens of them. They're immortal, and they can create things out of thin air. Things as real as you and me. Make them vanish just as quick." Bobby replied.

"You mean like an angry spirit or an alien or an alligator." Dean said and Bobby nods. "The victims fit the M.O., too. Tricksters target the high and the mighty, knock them down a peg, usually with a sense of humor – deadly pranks, things like that." Bobby said.

"Bobby, what do these things look like?" I asked him. "Lots of things, but human, mostly." Bobby said. "And what human do we know who's been at ground zero this whole time?" Dean asked and Sam and I frown, thinking and then I come to the realization. 

It was the Janitor.

The Janitor locks a gate with a key attached to his belt as the boys and I follow him up a staircase. "Sorry I'm dragging a little ass today, guys. Had quite the night last night." He said  as he turns to look at them. "Lots of sex, if you catch my drift." He said, chuckling.

"Yeah, hard not to. Listen, we won't be long." Dean said then the Janitor turns his back to us and Dean signals to me. "We just need to check a couple offices up on three." Dean said. "No problem." The janitor said. "I, uh, forgot something in the truck. You know what? I'll catch up with you guys." I said to them. "Okay." Sam and Dean said and they turn and begin ascending the stairs again.

I wait until they're out of sight, then hurried back to the locked gate. I pull out my lockpicking tools and begin to pick the lock. Moments later, I enter and rummages through the lockers until I find a copy of the Weekly World News, with the headline Aliens Abduct Cheerleaders, in one of the lockers.

Later, after meeting up with them, the boys and I exit the building. "Just 'cause he reads the Weekly World News doesn't mean he's our guy. I mean, you guys read it, too." Sam said to me and Dean. "I'm telling you, it's him." Dean argues.

"Look, I just think we need some hard proof. That's all." Sam said to us. "Okay, another thing Bobby mentioned was that these suckers have a metabolism like an insect, a real sweet tooth." Dean said. "Well, I didn't find any candy bars or sugar. Not even Equal." I said. "Eh, that's probably 'cause you missed something." Dean said to me.

"I don't miss things." I said, firmly. "Oh, right, 'cause you're Miss Perfect." Dean growls. "What? Are you really still pissed at me 'cause of what the trickster did?" I asked him. "You been a tight ass long before that trickster showed up." Dean grumbles and Sam and I stare at him

"Look, just...stay here, keep an eye on the janitor. (Y/n) and I'll go to his place to see if we can find any actual evidence before you go barging in and staking the man! Just wait till we get back, okay? Okay?" Sam asked him. "Okay!" Dean yells and Sam and I leave.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean paces along while The trickster watches, a serious expression on his face. As the sun goes down and turns into night, Dean stood by waiting, impatiently. "Ah, screw this." He growls.

Dean enters the building, poking around cautiously with his flashlight. As he goes up the last staircase, he puts the flashlight away and pulls out a large wooden stake. He hears something behind him then tucks the stake into his jacket, and enters the theater.

On the stage is a round red bed with a tacky canopy and a slowly rotating disco ball. Two women were sprawled on it seductively, both in lingerie. As Dean gets to the stage, they crawl towards him. "We've been waiting for you, Dean." The brunette girl said.

"Y-Y-You guys aren't real." Dean stammers as he stares at them. "Trust me, sugar, it's gonna feel real." Brunette said and Dean laughs nervously. "Come on. Let us give you a massage." Blondie begs.

"Wha...You know, I'm a – I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Really, I am, but...I-I'm gonna have to pass." Dean stammers. "They're a peace offering." A voice said and Dean turns to see the Trickster sitting in the seats. "I know what you, your brother and the girl do. I've been around a while. Run into your kind before." He said.

"Well, then you know that I...can't let you just keep hurting people." Dean said to him. "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." The trickster said.

"Yeah, I don't think I can let you do that." Dean said, firmly. "I don't wanna hurt you. And you know that I can." said the Trickster. "Look, man, I – I got to tell you, I dig your style, all right? I mean..." Dean chuckles. "I do. I mean... the slow-dancing alien –" 

"One of my personal favorites. Yeah." The trickster said, laughing. "But, uh, I can't let you go." Dean said. "Too bad. Like I said, I like you. Sam was right. You shouldn't've come alone." The trickster said. "Well, I'll agree with you there." Dean said and the door slams shut.

The Trickster looks back up the stairs to see Sam and (y/n) had just entered, with a large stake of their own. Bobby stands at the top of the next aisle, also with a stake. "That fight you guys had outside – that was a trick?" The trickster asked and Dean smiles. "Hm. Not bad. But you want to see a real trick? " he asked.

A masked man with a chainsaw appears near Sam and (y/n) and attackz then the brunette attacks Dean. The Trickster watches, entertained, as (y/n) and Sam grapple with Chainsaw man and Dean and Bobby fight the two women. 

The trickster laughs and watches the fight and gives commentary of things that was going on. Then one of the women throws Dean into the seats near the Trickster, who applauds. "Nice toss, ladies! Nice show." He said as he stands up then looks down at Dean. "I did not want to have to do this." The trickster said when (y/n) pops up behind him and stab him in the back, through the chest.

"Me neither." She said. As she grinds in the stake, Chainsaw man and the women disappear. (Y/n) pulls the stake out, and the Trickster falls, dead, into a seat.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"You guys okay?" I asked the boys as Sam and Bobby comes up while I help Dean to his feet. "Yeah. I guess." Sam said. "Well, I gotta say...he had style." Dean said as he looks down at the dead body then he groans, and we stagger outside.

"Bobby, thanks a lot. We really couldn't've—" Sam started to say and Bobby waves a hand. "Hey, save it! Let's just get the hell out of dodge before somebody finds that body." Bobby said. "Yeah." Dean said and we go outside and head to the Impala.

"Look, Dean, um...I just want to say that I'm, uh...Um..." I started to say to Dean before he says. "Hey. Me too." 

"Same here." Sam said and we look at each other and each nod. "You guys are breaking my heart. Could we please just leave?" Bobby said and the boys and I exchange a look over the top of the car, get in, and drive away.