𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘕𝘌𝘓 𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘎

"𝙎𝙤 . . . 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙏𝙑'𝙎 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚."

Delaney stepped out of the bathroom, pulling out her hair that stuck to the inside of her FBI suit jacket as her and the boys all prepared to go out for questioning on a case that they had picked up. The sound of breathy moans could be heard from the television that Theo and Dean watched while Sam and Delaney finished getting ready and she rose her eyebrows in amusement at the sight of some hospital drama playing on the screen.

"Are — are you guys watching a hospital drama?" Delaney questioned, giggling through it all which only earned her glares from her eldest brother and . . . well, Delaney didn't know what to consider Theo yet. For now, he was just Theo.

"It's called Dr. Sexy M.D. I think it's based on a book or something, I don't even know," Dean responded, his eyes flickering from his baby sister and back to the television screen where the male doctor and female nurse continued to make out heavily in the elevator. It was only a matter of time before the elevator either got stuck and they were trapped in there where they would undoubtedly have sex or the doors opened and the whole hospital saw them in the middle of the action.

"Huh, when did you two suddenly turn into sixty year old women?" Delaney teased the boys, passing in front of the TV and rolled her eyes playfully when the boys both swatted at the air for her to move her way out of the TV.

Dean huffed at his sister's obvious teasing and switched the TV, earning a slight awwww from Theo who wanted to find out where the story of the doctor and nurse lead. As if every other show like that didn't end the same way and he already had a hunch of just where it was headed. "It's called channel surfing, baby girl. Look it up. Are you guys ready or what?"

Sam snorted as he shrugged on his suit jacket and straightened out his white button up shirt beneath. "Are you?"

"One more time — the FBI is here . . . why, exactly?" the deputy at the police station questioned Sam and Delaney a few minutes later when the duo showed up for any answers they could get while Dean and Theo tried to speak to other cops outside.

Delaney flashed the deputy a smile that usually won people over. It was the type of smile that said give me what I need or there'll be issues. "Well, it might have something to do with one of your locals getting his head ripped off."

The deputy appeared confused, his eyebrows cinching together and his eyes bounced between Delaney and Sam. "Bill Randolph died from a bear attack."

"And how sure are you that it was a bear?" Sam chimed in, raising his own eyebrows at the deputy. " 'Cause I'm sure whatever it was, it chased Mr. Randolph through the woods, smashed through his front door, followed him up the stairs and killed him in his bedroom. Is that common for a bear to do that at all?"

"It depends on how pissed off the bear is, I guess," the deputy quipped, clearly not wanting to believe it was anything else other than a bear. Even to say it out loud sounded strange and Delaney wondered how this deputy wasn't second guessing what happened that night. No normal bear would do whatever attacked Mr. Randolph did. "Look, the Randolphs lived way up in high country. You got trout runs that'll make a grown man weep . . . and bears."

Delaney hummed and crossed her arms across her chest, tilting her head at the deputy. "Mhm, right, and, uh . . . what about Mrs. Randolph? The file says she saw the whole thing."

The deputy grew solemn at Delaney's words and nodded sadly. "Yes, she did. My heart goes out to that poor woman."

"And she said bear?" Sam checked, knowing that there had to be more to the story than it just being a bear. Especially if Mrs. Randolph had seen the whole entire thing.

The deputy exhaled heavily and shook his head, leaning his hands on the reception desk he stood behind that put a blockade between him and the two Winchesters. "Mrs. Randolph went through a hell of a trauma. She's confused."

"Well, what did she say?"

With the deputy growing more and more annoyed with Sam and Delaney and their questions, he'd escorted them to an interview room where a woman with dark hair and light eyes sat so they could " get it all from the source ". Delaney knew that the deputy was just tired of answering their questions and thought they were just as crazy as Mrs. Randolph. 

"I — I'm sure it was just a bear. I — I mean . . . what else could it have been?"

Delaney felt her heart tug in her chest at the raw sadness that stretched across Mrs. Randolph's face. She understood where the woman was coming from, watching her loved one die right in front of her and not be able to save them. To this day Delaney still felt like she failed Will for not being able to save him from Azazel's warpath and she wished more than anything that he would have been able to live. "Mrs. Randolph . . . I know what it's like to watch the man you love perish before your eyes. That it feels like whatever you saw is crazy, but believe me when I saw that my partner and I will not think you're crazy. Can you tell us what you think it was? No judgement from us."

Mrs. Randolph released a shaky breath, dabbing underneath her eyes again with the tissue gripped tightly in her hand. "No, I — I remember it clearly now. It was definitely a bear I saw."

"And we're sure it was, but see, it — it helps us to hear every angle. So, would you mind telling us what you thought you saw like my partner asked? It could really help with trying to figure out what killed your husband, Mrs. Randolph," Sam said delicately, a small smile on his face to show her that he and Delaney would listen to her intently.

"Well, it's impossible, but . . . I could have sworn I saw . . . the Incredible Hulk."

Delaney had to inhale sharply to cut off the laugh that bubbled in her chest. Not that it was funny, but it was just so out of left field that neither Delaney nor Sam would have ever expected that to come from Mrs. Randolph's mouth. Sure, they experienced quite literally every single day of their lives, but this was definitely the type of weird that it was just straight up weird. "I'm — did you say the Incredible Hulk?"

Mrs. Randolph laughed incredulously herself, shaking her head in disbelief over her memories. "I told you it was crazy."

"You, um . . . Bana or Norton?" Sam asked, earning a blank look from Delaney to which he shrugged at. It was a very Dean statement for him to make, but Sam had no idea what even to ask after that.

"Oh, no. Those movies were terrible," Mrs. Randolph died, a faint smile flashing across her lips for the briefest of moments. "The TV Hulk."

"Lou Ferrigno?" Delaney asked in astonishment, only finding this conversation grow weirder as the seconds passed by. "Spiky-haired Lou Ferrigno? Really?"

Mrs. Randolph deflated at Delaney's baffled expression and slouched in her chair with a small frown. "Oh, you think I'm crazy."

"No! No," Sam quickly denied, trying to make the woman feel better as he hated to see the defeated look on her face. "No, it's just — it's . . . is there, uh . . . would there be any reason that Lou Ferrigno, the Incredible Hulk, um, would have a grudge against your husband?"

"No?" Mrs. Randolph replied in confusion, now staring at the siblings as if they were the insane ones.

"Uh huh."

After their very interesting conversation with Mrs. Randolph, Delaney and Sam opted to be the ones that did research back at the motel while Theo and Dean inspected Mrs. Randolph's house. Not that Delaney really knew what the boys could find if the Incredible Hulk ( cue Delaney's immediate laughter at the thought of Incredible Hulk actually being — no, just no ) killed Mr. Randolph. What would you even look for with that? The whole thing felt like a fever dream if Delaney were honest and truly felt like the oddest case she'd ever been on.

The motel room door opening snapped Delaney from her thoughts of what supernatural residue they could be in search of. Her head snapped up to see Dean and Theo enter, both looking a bit unsure of whatever they had looked through back at the house.

"Well, uh . . . Dean and I inspected the entirety of the house," Theo announced, shrugging off his jacket and revealing the street clothes he'd changed into before he and Dean left to inspect the house. "And there is a giant eight-foot-wide hole where the front door used to be. Almost like . . ."

"A Hulk sized hole," Delaney finished for Theo, collapsing against the back of her chair with furrowed eyebrows. This case definitely hit weird. "Well, as for Sammy and I, we found out that Mr. Randolph had quite the temper himself. Uh, he's had two counts of spousal battery, bar brawls, and court-ordered anger management sessions. You might say you wouldn't like him when he's angry."

Dean chuckled to himself and placed his hands on his hips as he made his way over to the table that Sam and Delaney sat at. "So . . . a hothead getting killed by TV'S greatest hothead. It's all starting to make sense."

Sam choked on a laugh and blinked up at his brother in disbelief. "Um . . . what? How is any of this making sense to you?"

"Well . . . Dean and I did find something else at the crime scene when we were there," Theo spoke up, earning Sam and Delaney's attention now. He dug around in his pocket and pulled a handful of shiny candy wrappers. "Candy wrappers. Lots of 'em."

Delaney nodded in acknowledgement as she picked up one of the wrappers and inspected it closely as if she'd never seen one before. "Ah, yes. The mythical crinkly paper for people who have a sweet tooth. Wait a minute . . . just deserts, sweet tooth, screwing with people before you kill them." She sighed as her joke very quickly and very suddenly no longer became a joke. "We're dealing with the damn Trickster, aren't we?"

"Sure looks like," Dean frowned deeply at the thought of dealing with the being that had him die over a hundred times in a row, basically traumatizing Delaney who had been the only one to remember every single death. Sometimes they still played like a broken record in her nightmares . . . not that she would ever admit that out loud. "It's lovely, really. Been wanting to gank that fucker since he killed me more times than I could count."

"You sure you want to kill him?" Delaney questioned, raising her eyebrows at Dean. 

"Della, that son of a bitch didn't think twice about icing me — a thousand times in case you forgot."

Delaney huffed and tossed the foiled wrapper onto the table, shaking her head at her brother. "No, Dean. I mean — I'm just saying . . ."

"If you don't want to kill him, then what do you want to do? Talk to him?" Dean scoffed at the thought, his face only falling further when Delaney merely rolled her lips into her mouth and avoided his eye contact. "Delaney Elizabeth, you cannot possibly be thinking about —"

"Look, think about it, Dee! He's one of the most powerful creatures we've ever met, right? Maybe we can use him for our gain," Delaney suggested, cowering slightly under Dean, Sam and Theo's gazes. "I mean — it's like . . . the Trickster is like a Hugh Hefner type. Wine, women, song. Maybe he doesn't want the party to end. Maybe — maybe he hates this " angels and demons " stuff as much as we do. Possibly he can be of help to us."

Theo balked at Delaney's suggestion and couldn't stop the disbelieving laugh that spewed from his mouth. "Winchester, did — did your brain get fried or something from the joking buzzer from the last hunt? You want to ally with the Trickster? The same one that killed Dean over and over again for his own pleasure? A bloody, violent monster . . . and — and suddenly you want to be buddy/buddy with it?"

Delaney groaned and tipped her head back, running a hand through her dark curls. "I know it sounds crazy and I know the last time I decided to ally with the other side, Lucifer was set free from fucking Hell, but . . . the world is gonna end, guys. Trying to ally with him could be worth a shot, that's all. If it doesn't work . . . then I am definitely all for killing him."

Sam exchanged a silent look with Dean for a long moment before his eyes flickered over to his baby sister who waited tentatively for any of the boys' response. "How exactly do you expect us to find the guy?"

"Well, he never takes just one victim, right? He'll show up again."

And possibly, Delaney would be correct about the Trickster showing again. After sitting around in the motel room and getting something to eat, the police scanner that the Winchesters always had on them kicked to life with a weird call from a dispatcher. He had no idea how to describe what he was seeing and Delaney and the boys took that as their opportunity to go check it out. However, when they showed up to the broken down warehouse, not a single cop car was in sight of the place.

"There was a full blown murder here . . . and there's no police cars anywhere — there's nobody," Theo noted, stepping out of the car with the three siblings while his blue eyes scanned the vacant area around them. "How does this look to you guys?"

"Crappy," Delaney replied, popping the trunk for Dean as he, Sam and Theo rounded the car to stand at the trunk. The droplets of rain water from the previous rain a few hours ago dotted along Delaney's skin when she released the trunk and she shook her hand out to dry her hand of the droplets. Wooden stakes and flashlights were handed out to everyone before Delaney shut the trunk again with a satisfied nod. "Let's find this sucker."

When Delaney and the boys stepped into the abandoned warehouse, Delaney stumbled over her feet but quickly righted herself. Her eyes took in the hospital area that her and the boys now stood inside, their stakes and flashlights all gone. She pulled at the bright pink scrubs that adorned her body and rose her eyebrows at the doctor's outfits that Dean, Sam and Theo all wore in place of their street clothes. Nurses and doctors alike brushed back and forth in the hall they stood in with clipboards clutched in their hands, rushing to whichever patient needed them next.

"What the hell?" Dean mumbled, tugging at the white doctor coat that draped over his body. He blinked at two nurses that walked by, both of them winking at him, Sam and Theo with sultry smiles on their faces. Turning to the door behind them, Dean pushed it open to see it was now a utility closet with two nurses making out against the janitor's cart and Dean quickly shut it again.

The four decided to walk through the halls and see if they could figure out just what the hell happened when a nurse suddenly walked up to them, gunning straight for Sam who froze in surprise. She gripped tightly to the medical gloves in her hand and used them to slap Sam across the face. 

"Seriously? You're brilliant, you know that? And a coward. You're a brilliant coward," the dark haired nurse growled at Sam, animosity clear in her brown eyes as she looked Sam over in a hateful disgust.

"Uh . . . what are you talking about?" Sam asked, rubbing at his now sore and reddened cheek from the slap to the face he'd just experienced only to get yet another slap to the face from the nurse.

"As if you don't know!"

Theo made a breath of a sound as he watched the nurse turn sharply on her heels and stalk off in the opposite direction the four currently stood. "Wow . . . I don't believe this. That was Dr. Piccolo. The sexy-yet-earnest doctor at . . . " he trailed off a moment, his eyes catching something on the wall to their right. The words SEATTLE MERCY HOSPITAL laid in silvery letters along a dark gray wall that had a TV and stereotypical art pieces adorning it. "Seattle Mercy Hospital."

Delaney licked her lips while a teasing smile took over her face, arms crossing over her chest as she stepped closer to Theo as her white nurse sneakers squeaked along the tiled linoleum of the hospital flooring. "Theo, I know you're a bit crazy . . . but you're talking insanity right now. So, uh . . . what in the hell are you talking about?"

Theo waved his hands frantically around them, especially to the style of clothing they had been magically put into. "Winchester, are you not seeing what I am right now? The doctor getups. The — the cute nurse interns everywhere. The " seriouslys " in every word of a sentence. It all makes sense. We're in that show that Dean and I watched this morning — Dr. Sexy M.D."

"Dude, what the hell? Like seriously what the hell?" Dean groaned out, emerald green eyes scanning the current scene around them. He moved his feet so that he and the others could continue their way through the hospital and try to figure something out. "I need a theory. Any theory."

"Uh . . . the Trickster trapped us in TV Land," Sam said with a shrug, not really knowing what else it could be. One second they were arriving at the last place the Trickster and, suddenly, they were now in a TV show like it was real.

"That's your theory?" Dean asked mockingly, staring at Sam as if he had sprouted fifty heads. "That's stupid."

"Uh . . . Theo was the one who said that we were all placed in Dr. Sexy MD," Delaney defended Sam, jerking her thumb at Theo who walked in between her and Dean.

Dean rolled his eyes and continued on down the corridor that bustled with nurses and doctors on either side of them, various coughs and wheezes coming from the various rooms that they passed on their walk. "TV Land isn't even TV Land! I mean, there's actors and — and lights and crew members. You know? This looks real."

Delaney slapped a hand to her side and stopped walking at the end of the corridor, causing all three boys to stop and look at her. "How can any of this be real, Dean?"

Theo opened his mouth to respond but cut off when a cute, asian nurse passed them by with a polite smile. His eyes followed after the nurse along with Dean and he grinned suddenly. "Oh, come on, Winchester. That was just Dr. Wang. The sexy-but-arrogant heart surgeon. And then there's Johnny Drake. He's not even alive, he's just a ghost in the mind of . . . " He broke off when a brunette walked up to a man perched on the gurney along the other corridor to their right. " . . . of her. The sexy-but-neurotic doctor over there."

"Well, this sexy-but-annoyed hunter is getting a migraine," Delaney grumbled, rubbing her temples in exhaustion as she squeezed her eyes shut. "So this show has ghosts? Why? Besides, I thought you and Dean said you both were barely even fans of this thing."

"I'm not!" Theo and Dean both yelled in unison, causing Delaney to snap her eyes open as they twinkled with sudden amusement.

The elevator doors at the other end of the hall cut off the conversation and all four hunters turned to see the doors slide open and reveal a doctor with long, brown hair that went to his shoulders and dark eyes. A straight, stone-like expression adorned his face and he had a bit of a five o'clock shadow. 

"It's him," Dean gasped, eyes widening at the sight of the doctor walking down the hall in their direction. "It's Dr. Sexy."

Dr. Sexy, as if hearing his name from down the hall, eventually stopped in front of Dean and turned his full attention to him. "Doctor. You want to give me one good reason why you defied my direct order to do the experimental face transplant on Mrs. Beale?"

Dean opened and closed his mouth, physically floundering for any words to come out and go along with whatever storyline the Trickster threw into the mess that he threw them into. He looked to Delaney, Theo and Sam for assistance, but the trio all watched in slight amusement at the whole thing. "I, um . . . one reason? Sure." He gripped Dr. Sexy by the front of his doctor coat and shoved him up against the wall, arm pressing to his chest to keep him there. "You're not Dr. Sexy. 'Cause I swore part of what makes Dr. Sexy sexy is the fact that he wears cowboy boots . . . not tennis shoes."

Delaney noticed the pristine, white tennis shoes that adorned Dr. Sexy's feet that matched her own and she barked out a laugh, crossing her arms. "Uh huh. You're totally not a fan, Dean."

"It's a guilty pleasure that I watch with Theo when you two fall asleep, okay?!"

"Call security," Dr. Sexy called to the two nurses that turned into their part of the corridor, causing the two to stop in their tracks at the sight of Dean and Dr. Sexy.

"Yeah, go ahead, pal. See, we know what you are," Dean growled out to Dr. Sexy and, just like that, everything around them froze. 

Dr. Sexy's smirk went from one that was worn by Dr. Sexy to one that was worn by the Trickster himself, still in Dean's clutches. "Ah, you guys are getting better!"

"Get us the hell out of here," Dean demanded quietly, getting closer to the Trickster's face with a sneer.

"Or what?" Trickster challenged Dean, gesturing to him and the trio stood behind him all with narrowed gazes on their faces. "I don't see any wooden stakes, big guy."

"That was you on the police scanner, right? This was all a trick?" Delaney accused in annoyance.

Trickster exhaled heavily as if the mere presence of the Winchesters and Theo cut into his valuable time. "Hello-o-o, Baby Winchester. Trickster? Come on! I heard you and your brothers were in town with your new little bestie. How could I resist not playing around?"

"Where the hell are we?" Sam snapped, sounding just as over the Trickster's shenanigans as the other three felt. 

"You like it?" Trickster grinned in joy, throwing his hands out to the side as if he took great pride in his work. The sight alone made Delaney want to find a wooden stake and jam it through his chest, regardless of needing him as an ally or not. She could at least stab him in her mind. "It's all homemade, baby! My own sets, my own actors. Call it my own little idiot box."

"Okay, and how do we get out exactly?" Theo questioned, his eyes following Trickster as he circled around the " set " and admired his handywork. 

Trickster turned back to the hunters with a grin, snapping his fingers and pointing one at Theo who only scowled in return. "That, my pretty boy friend, is the sixty four dollar question."

"Okay, whatever, big guy. We just — we need to talk to you. We need your help," Delaney admitted, deciding to not cut around the bush. The sooner they talked to Trickster about getting his aid in the war that plagued the planet, the sooner he could get out of their sight. 

Trickster hummed and placed his hands on his hips, tilting his head as if mocking Delaney which only made her even more annoyed with him. "Let me guess, Baby Winchester. You and Dean broke the world and you want me to sweep your mess?"

Delaney stood up straighter between Sam and Theo, hating how she was really about to beg the Trickster for his help. It would be going on her list of things she'd never want to do again if she could help it. "Please? Just five minutes. Hear us out."

"Sure. Tell you what. Survive the next twenty-four hours and then we can talk," Trickster promised, face void of anything but a normal resting one. Almost as if he actually meant the words he said. "Survive my game and we can talk all you want."

"What game?" Dean huffed, already looking tired with the Trickster even though he'd only been in their presence for all of five minutes.

"You're in it and you're playing it right now. Good luck," Trickster sang before he fizzled out of view and left the Winchesters and Theo alone once again in the hospital corridor.

The scene around them resumed once again and a blonde nurse slowly approached the four hunters with a timid expression on her face. A nurse passed them by, calling out Dr. Sexy's name and Delaney realized they wouldn't be getting out of this TV show life anytime soon. With a huff, the hunters decided to continue on through the hospital, making it appear like they were headed in a certain direction to do their jobs — whatever the hell that may be.

"Oh by the way, Della. Talking with monsters? Hell of a plan," Dean quipped to Delaney, walking next to her down the hall while Sam and Theo took up the rear behind them. "Seriously, you ever suggest it again and I'm going to throttle you."

"Okay, Dean, I get it! Just . . . what do we do now?"

"You wanna know what I'm doing? Leaving."

Before anyone else could make a comment about what they could do, the same nurse that smacked Sam before appeared once again. This time, she karate swiped the air in front of Sam's face and he dodged it with a small look of annoyance plastered on his face. "Listen lady . . . what the hell?"

"You are a brilliant, brilliant — "

"Yeah, a coward. You already said that, but I got news for you. I am not a doctor," Sam said to the nurse slowly as if trying to get it through her skull that he wasn't who she thought he was.

A horrified gasp escaped the pretty nurse's lips and she shook her head in a dramatic fashion. "Don't say that. You are the finest cerebrovascular neurosurgeon I have ever met . . . and I have met plenty. So that girl died on your table. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anybody's fault. Sometimes people just die."

Sam opened his mouth to respond, but came up empty on words to say to her. This was the most dramatic conversation he'd ever experienced and he'd been through plenty of conversations ever since Delaney had joined him and Dean on the road and found what they truly did. "I — I have no idea what you're saying to me right now."

The nurse continued to look up at Sam with a soft look, the sight nearly making Delaney break into laughter and she had to turn away from it all before she burst. Theo had the same idea as the duo snorted quietly with each other, smirks gracing their faces once their backs were turned to Sam and his character's nurse girlfriend. "You're afraid. You're afraid to operate again and you're afraid to love."

Delaney watched as the woman broke through her and Theo and continued off down the hall, tears streaming down the nurse's face. She couldn't help herself when she shouted, "It was nice meeting you!"

"Winchester!" Theo cackled, doubling over while Sam shot them both a bitch look for laughing at the very awkward experience he'd just encountered.

"Dude, we are so getting out of here!" Dean firmly stated, waving a hand in the crying nurse's direction.

While Delaney and Theo continued to laugh at Sam's expanse, they continued down the hall with Dean and Sam only to be stopped once again. This time by a man with brown hair and a beard who was about the height of Delaney, a sweater-vest and jacket adorning his body. Dean groaned inwardly and turned to the man with a fake smile to hear what he had to say.

"My wife needs that face implant," the man said, a desperate look in his eyes as the worry over his wife took over. 

"Okay, you know what, pal? None of this is real, okay?" Dean retorted, not having the least bit of patience to deal with any of the " actors " that made up Trickster's little hospital drama. "Your wife doesn't need jack squat. Okay?"

Without another word, Dean jerked his head for the others to follow him down the hall again. They only made it a few steps away from the man before he called out for Dean once again. Dean barely had a second to turn around to the man before a gun was pulled out, a bullet lodging right into the middle of Dean's back. He let out a pain filled grunt and clutched to Delaney's bright pink scrub sleeve, knees buckling beneath him.

"Real! It's real!"

"No, no, no!" Delaney cried, clutching to Dean's hand that gripped to her. "Hey! No, no, no! We need a doctor!"

However, no one responded to Delaney's cries for help while Sam and Theo tried to calm Dean down. As if the eldest Winchester didn't have a bullet lodged in the middle of his back. Everyone in the corridor continued to stare at the scene in horror and in that moment . . . Delaney realized her two " doctors " were Sam and Theo. This could not end well.

Delaney and the boys, thankfully, didn't have to worry too long about the bullet in Dean's back because as soon as Sam had finished patching him up they were transported yet again. Delaney squeaked when she was dropped into a chair next to Theo, gripping to the Mitchell's boy denim jacket sleeve to right herself as her green eyes took in the new scene. Dean and Sam were both perched up on two small displays with a red button protruding from a stand connected to them, a red and yellow ball each poking out from the floor beneath their silver boot covered feet. The people around them were all Japanese and Delaney and Theo exchanged a look before snapping their attention back to the stage where a very hyper-active Japanese announcer poked out from the sliding doors on the stage.

"Let's play Nut-Cracker!" the man announced to the crowd, his silvery suit reflecting the stage lights into the crowd as he moved.

"Did — did he just say nut cracker?" Theo asked in a small voice, blue eyes fixated on the balls that were at Dean and Sam's feet. He paled suddenly as realization dawned on him and he folded over himself slightly as a tingle arose where he knew it would be hurting Dean or Sam or both very soon.

"Sam Winchester . . . " the show host acknowledged, turning to the middle Winchester sibling whose eyes were as wide as saucers. Unfortunately for Sam, the next words out of the host's mouth were all in Japanese, making it impossible for him to know what his question was.

The clock on the wall began to count down from twenty while Dean and Sam both floundered on the stage. They both tried to tell the host that neither one of them spoke Japanese and couldn't even possibly begin to play if they didn't even know what they had to answer or do. That didn't stop the host from continuing to speak in his native tongue until the buzzer sounded, letting the crowd know that Sam had run out of time to answer.

The host shook his head sadly over Sam not answering and read off his card, the only thing Delaney understanding was the word Randy. Her heart froze right there and then in her chest, her face visibly paling at the mention of the demon that had used her and screwed her over. Granted, Delaney tried to do it right back at him . . . but that didn't necessarily work out in her favor. She could only imagine what the question had been, but she figured it had something to do with her and the demon if his name was apart of the answer. A deep frown had taken over Dean and Sam's faces.

"I am sorry, Sam Winchester."

"Sorry?" Sam questioned the host, his face falling at the thought of what was about to become of him. "Sorry for what exactly?"

A sound effect something winding up was heard before the red ball at the floor of Sam's platform snapped up, hitting him square in the balls. Theo coughed next to Delaney who had gripped his sleeve once again as she watched the contact, her body turning into his as she grimaced herself. However, when she realized what she was doing and to who, her hand quickly unwrapped itself from Theo's sleeve and she sat forward once again, completely missing the small smirk that graced Theo's own face when he realized her actions.

The host and one of the stage girls who were a leather bra and leather booty shorts with white boots kicked off into a random off to the side commercial. She watched as Dean leant over the best he could to check on his little brother who had doubled over from the pain, hands gripping at the sore spot and he looked like he was about thirty seconds from vomiting. Though, Delaney's worry for Sam was dissipated when the stage doors opened once again to reveal Castiel. She gasped at the sight of the archangel and barreled over to her brothers and Castiel with Theo hot on her trail.

"Cas? Is that really you or is this a trick?" Delaney questioned, narrowing her eyes skeptically.

"It's me," came Castiel's gruff, deep response as a look of surprise took over his features. Clearly, he was just as lost as the Winchesters and Theo were on what was going on. "Uh, what are you doing here? I've been looking for you. You've been missing for days."

Sam groaned as he turned the best he could to the archangel, voice heavily strained from the pain he currently experienced. "Then can you get us the hell out of here please?"

"Let's go," Castiel agreed, raising his hands to go and take the Winchesters and Theo with him when he suddenly flickered from sight.

"No, no, no," the host wagged his finger, waltzing back over to the four hunters. A stern expression crossed his face and he shook his head in disappointment at them. "Mr. Trickster does not like pretty-boy angels."

In that moment, the host began to speak Japanese again and Delaney and Theo were placed right back on their seats in the front row once again. The hot rambled off another question at Dean who began to panic as the host had, obviously, spoken the whole entire question in Japanese. The boys went back and forth for a bit as the time continued to speak until Dean shot his hand out, slamming it down on the red button in front of him. It stopped the timer just as it hit zero and he spoke back to the host in . . . Japanese?

Delaney blinked a few times, wondering when the hell Dean had learned to speak Japanese in the first place. Though, it seemed that whatever had happened worked out in Dean's favor as the host announced Dean as the champion, confetti raining down over the crowd and stage in celebration over Dean's victory. 

The next thing the Winchesters knew they were in a genital herpes commercial where Sam was the star of it and Delaney, Theo and Dean played basketball with each other in the background every time it was Sam's turn to speak. It was hard to keep a straight face as Sam spoke very awkwardly and haltingly about the herpes that he did not have. Delaney had never seen Sam look so awkward in his life and she had to keep her face away from Sam so her laughter wouldn't show up on . . . whatever screen the Trickster had it end up in.

Then cue them teleporting right into a sitcom all with a live studio audience that laughed and cheered whenever the sign above the stage asked for them to. Delaney, Theo and Sam had come through the motel room door and the room was a very vibrant green with massive green and blue flowers on the wall behind the beds that were also a vibrant blue with yellow flowers on them. Dean had been in the motel room where he was supposed to be doing research but wound up screwing a very beautiful and skinny raven haired girl that perched herself sexily up against the doorframe of the bathroom.

"I am really, really, very sorry, but . . . " Sam cleared his throat, ushering the beautiful and half naked woman across the room and towards the door. " . . . we've got some work to do."

"But we did do work . . . in depth," the woman giggled as she passed by Dean who offered her a flirtatious smirk back in response. She wiggled her fingers at Dean when Sam opened up the motel room door and walked out while the live crowd all cheered and clapped.

"How long do we have to keep doing this?" Dean asked through a tight smile, wanting more than anything to stop the endless loop of mindless TV acting. 

Delaney eyed the live audience with a sheepish look that cheered and whooped when they noticed it was her turn to speak. She moved closer to her brothers and Theo as they all congregated around the small, white circular table in the middle of the set. "I don't know. Maybe forever? We might die in here."

"How is that funny?" Theo huffed at the audience that only laughed and cheered more when he opened his mouth. "Vultures."

Suddenly, the motel door opened once again to reveal Castiel and Delaney felt the relief hit her like a ton of bricks. Two scratches adorned his nose and just beneath his left eye, showing he'd been in some sort of fight with someone. "I don't have much time, but I got out. Just listen to me. Something is not right. This thing is much more powerful than it should be."

"What thing — the Trickster?" Dean questioned.

"If it is a Trickster," Castiel said before he was flung across the room, slamming into the floral wallpapered wall and crashing to the ground with a small grunt. 

In the opened doorway, the Trickster skipped inside with a merry smile on his face as he made tape appear over Castiel's mouth to keep it shut. He waved enthusiastically at the live studio audience that stood and gave him a standing ovation at his presence. His humored gaze flickered over to Castiel who slowly pushed himself to his feet. "Hiya, Castiel!"

"You know him?" Delaney gaped, watching as Trickster flicked his hand and sent Castiel away once again. "Where did you just send him?"

Trickster waved off Delaney with a nonchalant shrug. "Relax, Baby Winchester. Your little feathery winged friend will live. Maybe."

Dean's jaw ticked at all of the scenarios that played in his head of what Trickster could be doing to Castiel, skirting around his baby sister and getting closer to the Trickster with a fire alit in his eyes. "I'm done with the monkey dance, okay? We get it. Playing our roles, right? That's your game?"

"That's only half the game," Trickster corrected Dean, averting his eyes to the rest of the hunters behind Dean. "You play your roles out there also. You know — precious baby sister Delaney starring as Lucifer. Dean and Sam starring as Michael and Zedkiel." His eyes then drifted to Theo who rose an eyebrow at Trickster when a smirk graced his features. "Little lover boy for Delaney even. Every queen needs a king by her side to help her fight off the evil, am I right? The famous Winchester death match. Play your roles!"

Delaney blew out a disbelieving sound and laughed as if the situation was funny. It wasn't, if anything, it was downright outrageous. She would never even dream of saying yes to Lucifer to ride her body around like it was a rollercoaster ride. Nor would she be taking up Theo as her " lover boy " thank you very much. She'd been there already and already done that. One horrible ending was enough for her. "You — you're telling me that you want Sam, Dean and I to say yes to those sons of bitches? You are out of your damn mind."

"Hells, yeah! Let's light that candle, Winchesters!"

"We do that and the world will end!"

Trickster nodded and a knowing smirk grew on his face that only made Delaney want to punch it right off. "Yeah and, uh, whose fault is that, Baby Winchester? You killed Lilith and let Lucifer free. This is all on you, cupcake. Look, it's started. Delaney started it. It can't be stopped now. So, let's get it over with."

Sam's face darkened as he shifted on his feet, fists clenching at his side as he had to refrain himself as well from punching Trickster right in his arrogant face. "Heaven or Hell — whose side are you even on?"

"I'm not on either side."

"Yeah, right," Dean retorted, not believing a single word Trickster said. "You're grabbing ankle for either Lucifer or Michael and Zedkiel. Which one is it?"

Trickster laughed in amusement and took a threatening step forward so him and Dean were mere inches apart. "Listen to me, you arrogant dick. I don't work for either of those S.O.B.s, believe me." He gripped Dean by the front of his shirt and hauled him up against the white door of the motel room and glared. "Don't you ever, ever presume to know who or what I am, Winchester." 

Keeping one hand clutched to the front of Dean's shirt, Trickster removed the other to point at Delaney and Sam with narrowed eyes. "Listen to me — here's what's gonna happen, okay? You're gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities, and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you."

"And if we don't?" Delaney challenged, holding her head high and stared down Trickster without a single ounce of fear in her body. She'd gone up against much worse — killed worse, even — and she wouldn't let Trickster knock her down next.

"Then you'll stay here in TV Land . . .  forever. It's about three channels where nothing is on."

With a snap, the Winchesters and Theo found themselves transported into a cop show. They were dressed in FBI clothing, dark shades covering their eyes even though it was in the middle of the night. A teenaged boy's body lay in the middle of a crime scene with a stab wound in the middle of his stomach with multiple evidence flags adorning the grassy ground of the scene. Coroners and detectives alike swarmed the area and Delaney felt like she was in some sort of episode of NCIS.

"Oh come on," Dean complained, turning at the sound of one of the coroners approaching them and asking them what they thought of the crime scene behind them. "What do I think? I think " go screw yourself ", how about that?"

"Uh, can you give us a sec, please?" Delaney asked the coroner politely with a small, sorrowful smile for her brother's rude mouth. She tugged her brothers and Theo a few feet away from the crime scene to give them a bit of privacy and fixed a stern gaze on her brother even though he couldn't properly see her eyes. "You got to calm down, Dean."

"Calm down?" Dean repeated incredulously, swiping the glasses off his face and waving them around for Delaney to see. "I am wearing sunglasses at night. You know who does that? No-talent douche bags. I hate this game. I hate that we're in a procedural cop show. And you want to know why? Because I hate procedural cop shows! There's like three hundred of them on television and they are all the same! It's " ooh, a plane crashed here ". Oh, shut up!"

During Dean's rant, Theo's eyes scanned the crime scene behind them and tilted his head when he noticed the same coroner that spoke to them held a piece of candy in his hand. He slowly removed his sunglasses and jerked his head for the three siblings to look where he was. "Hey, check out sweet tooth over there. Pretty sure that's Trickster so just . . . uh . . . follow my lead."

"This should be good," Delaney grumbled, flashing Theo a fake smile when he glared at her before she followed after him towards the crime scene where the coroner stood sucking on a lollipop.

"You guys okay?" the coroner asked, popping the lollipop from his mouth and giving the Winchesters and Theo a good look over.

"Yeah. What do we got?" Dean asked in a dramatic fashion, eyes covered by the sunglasses once again.

"Well, aside from the ligature marks around his neck, he has what appears to be a roll of quarters jammed down his throat.

Sam whipped his sunglasses off his face like Delaney had seen cops do on TV shows and her and Theo both sighed in embarrassment over Dean and Sam. They took these two roles way too seriously and dramatically and Delaney had half a mind to jam a roll of quarters down her brothers' throats next. "Well I say . . . jackpot!"

"Hmm," the coroner hummed along with Sam, ignoring his over dramatic style of acting. "There was a stab wound in the lower abdomen there."

Dean used a nearby stick to lift up the teen boy's shirt that squelched grossly as it unstuck from the bloodied state of his stomach. With a soft hum, Dean unceremoniously dropped the stick once again and stood back to his full height, putting his sunglasses back on again. "Well, I say . . . no guts, no glory."

"Get that guy a . . . " Sam paused to place his sunglasses back on dramatically once again and whipped his hair from out of his face. " . . . Tums."

Delaney frowned and glanced down at the dead teen by her feet. "Hey, dude, can I join you wherever you went? If it means I'll get away from these two, I will honestly take anything right now."

However, Delaney watched in amazement when Dean suddenly turned and jammed up the thick stick he'd used to move the teen's shirt right into the coroner's chest. The lollipop was dropped from his hands and he fell to the ground, coughing up blood at Dean's feet. Not that they had any time to celebrate Trickster being dead when a boisterous laugh sounded from behind and the four hunters turned to see the cop behind them shift to Trickster himself.

"Aha, wrong guy, idiot!"

Dean smirked at Trickster when Sam used Trickster's distraction to come up behind him with the same stick Dean had used. He shoved the stick upwards into Trickster's back, protruding it right through his chest. "Oh, did we?"

The scene around them shifted the second Trickster's body fell to the ground and the four hunters stood in the warehouse with a dead ( or at least Delaney hoped he was dead this time ) Trickster at their feet. 

Finally, they were done with playing " their roles ".

Or at least . . . Delaney thought they were done. She had found herself stuck inside Baby acting as the radio while Dean, Sam and Theo sat around the car as Dean drove it down the empty stretch of highway. It was incredibly dark where she was and she couldn't move any part of her body besides her lips. 

"So . . . the wooden stakes didn't work and now my baby sister is my car," Dean grumbled, hands gripping to the wheel so tight it caused them to grow white.

"I — uh . . . so is this another trick? Or was Castiel right and that this thing isn't a Trickster after all? He did say that he was too powerful to be one."

"Yeah, and you saw the way Trickster looked at Castiel, right?" Theo inquired, poking his head into the front seat from the back where he sat. He draped his arms over the back of the front seat and leant forward so he could properly talk to the boys and Delaney. "Almost like he knew him."

"And how pissed he got when Dean brought Michael, Zedkiel and Lucifer. How he thought that Trickster was on one side more than the other."

Dean groaned after a long moment of silence and slammed a hand down on the wheel in anger. "For fucks sake, I know what we're dealing with. Or, at least, I think so."

After a bit of driving, Dean pulled off into a camping ground area off on the side of the road with an idea in mind. He figured they would have to lure the Trickster ( or whatever the hell this was ) out of hiding and back into their presence so they could try and take him down. With Delaney currently playing the role of Baby, she couldn't do squat to help them nor could she see what was going on. She could only hear everything that was to go down.

"Alright, you son of a bitch!" Dean yelled to the skies above, standing in between Sam and Theo. "Uncle! We'll do it!"

"Should I honk?" Delaney questioned sarcastically when she didn't hear anything happen after Dean shouted.

"Wow," a familiar voice said and, if Delaney had her eyes, she'd be rolling them into the back of her head at Trickster's amazed tone. "Baby Winchester, get a load of the rims on you."

"It's not very gentlemanly of you to comment on a lady's rims, asshat. How about you keep your eyes up on the roof before I run your ass over."

Trickster chuckled and pat the hood, earning himself an annoyed honk from Delaney at the touch. "Even without your body you still got that wonderful sass. Never change, sweetheart! Okay, so . . . you Winchesters ready to go quietly?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Not so fast," Dean denied. "Nobody is going anywhere until my baby sister has opposable thumbs."

"What's the difference? Lucifer's gonna ride your baby sister one way or another. She won't even be in control of said opposable thumbs."

Though, a moment later Delaney stumbled out of the Impala and she shot a dark look over at Trickster as she walked over to her brothers and Theo. She mentally thanked whatever god was out there for her legs and arms again, stretching them out as she felt a bit cramped up after being a car for two hours.

"Tell me one thing, why didn't the stake kill you?" Sam inquired once he was sure Delaney was okay, checking her over for any odd limbs or disjointed fingers.

"I am the Trickster."

"But maybe you're not," Dean countered just as the flicking a lighter sounded and all eyes snapped to Theo who tossed the light lighter at Trickster. A fiery circle lit up around him where Dean, Sam and Theo had poured holy oil in the dirt ground in front of the Impala. "Maybe you've always just been an angel."

Trickster laughed, a bewildered look gracing his features as he stared at the four incredulously. "A what?! Somebody slip a mickey in your power shake, kid?"

Dean grinned sarcastically at Trickster and gestured to the ring of fire as if silently telling him to jump through it. "I'll tell you what — you just jump out of the holy fire and we will call it our mistake. 

Trickster tried to laugh it off again, but none of the hunters chimed in with him and only stared blankly at him. After a moment, his laughter slowly died out when he realized he'd been caught and his laughing demeanor dropped, along with the campsite that surrounded them and they were back in the warehouse again like they had been earlier that day. He clapped slowly for the hunters and remained trapped in the ring of holy fire. "Well played, well played. Where did you even get the holy oil?"

"Oh, you might say we pulled it out of my baby sister's ass, thank you very much for that," Dean growled at the angel, eyes dark with animosity and anger.

"Where did I screw up?" the angel questioned, honestly not seeing where he went wrong with tricking the four hunters stood before him.

Dean shrugged. "You didn't, but nobody gets the jump on Castiel like you did. Mostly, it was the way you talked about Armageddon. Call it personal experience, but . . . nobody gets that angry unless they are talking about their own family."

"Yeah, so which one are you? Grumpy, Sneezy or Douchey?" Delaney remarked.

The angel was silent for a long moment, his eyes boring into Delaney's whose gaze didn't falter for a second. "Gabriel."

"Gabriel? The archangel?" Theo balked, eyes blowing wide as not a single one of the hunters thought they'd be dealing with one of God's closest angels.

"Guilty as charged, pretty boy."

"Okay, Gabriel, how does an archangel become a Trickster?" Sam questioned.

Gabriel stuffed his hands into his coat pockets and inhaled sharply as if the response pained him in any way. "My own private witness protection. I skipped out of Heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world . . . till you Winchesters screwed it all up."

"Yeah? And what did Daddy say when you ran off and joined the pagans?" Dean remarked next.

"Daddy doesn't say anything about anything," Trickster bitterly replied, face screwing up angrily as if he resented God.

"I can't even blame him for ditching Heaven," Delaney mocked, faking a pout at Gabriel who turned to her with a stone like stare that would probably send anyone else running. "I mean, his brothers are heavyweight douche-nozzles."

Gabriel took a threatening step forwards in the ring of fire as if that would scare Delaney off or stop her from running her mouth. He couldn't get through the fire in the first place and, even if he could, Delaney wouldn't back down from him. She would go down fighting if she had to. "You shut your cake hole, baby Winchester. You don't know a single thing about me or my family. I loved my father and my brothers — loved them, but watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other's throats? I couldn't bear it, okay?! So I left and now it's happening all over again."

"Then help us stop it!" Sam bellowed, voice loud and thick with pure and utter annoyance and frustration.

"I can't be stopped. I don't want the end of the world but, for crying out loud, I need it to be over! I have to sit back and watch my own brothers kill each other, thanks to you two!" Gabriel roared, jerking an accusing finger in Delaney and Dean's direction. Dean's for breaking the first seal while in Hell and at Delaney for killing Lilith and releasing Lucifer in the first place. "Heaven Hell — I don't care who wins! I just want it to be over!"

"Well, it doesn't have to be like that. There has to be some way to — to pull the plug. So I don't have to let in Lucifer and my brothers don't have to let in Michael or Zedkiel."

This made Gabriel burst into another fit of laughter and his eyes twinkled momentarily with painful amusement. "Oh, you don't know my family. What you guys call the Apocalypse is what I used to call Sunday dinner. That's why there's no stopping this — because this isn't about a war. It's about two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other. You think you'd be able to relate. Only, in your case, it was a sister against her own brothers."

Delaney growled deep in her throat and she clenched her fists at her sides, surprised when she didn't draw any blood into her palms. "What are you talking about?"

Gabriel clicked his tongue in mock sympathy, whistling lowly. "You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you think you three are the vessels in the first place? Think about it. Michael and Zedkiel — the big brothers, loyal to an absent father. Lucifer — the little sibling, rebellious and always lacking of Daddy's precious love. You were born to this, Winchesters. It's your destiny from the day the three of you were born! It was always you! As it is in Heaven . . . so it must be on Earth. One sibling has to kill the other."

Delaney felt her stomach churn at Gabriel's words, a heavy and nauseating feeling weighing heavily in the pit of her stomach. From the second she opened her eyes, Delaney was destined to possibly kill Sam and Dean. Only one side was to come out of this victoriously and it was either Delaney or her brothers. If the three of them let in their respective angel brother, they'd be giving into the murder of the other. They'd be giving into the destruction of the planet. 

"What the hell are you saying?" Dean's gruff and deep voice boomed in the warehouse, snapping Delaney from her momentary train of thought.

"Why do you think I always took an interest in you? From the moment Dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with the Winchesters. Always."

Dean looked to his brother and sister who both looked equally as nauseated and pained by their shared destiny. Theo shifted uncomfortable to the side, his destiny was to stand beside Delaney as her king and help her take down Dean and Sam? Gabriel had never said it out loud but it sounded a whole lot like Delaney and Theo were supposed to be together. Destined for each other. The thought made Theo's heart pound in his chest so loudly that he heard it in his own ears.

"No," Dean replied shortly to Gabriel. "That's not gonna happen."

"I'm sorry . . . but it is," Gabriel solemnly responded and he actually sounded sorry for the briefest of seconds. "Guys, I wish this was a TV show. Easy answers, endings wrapped up in a bow . . . but this is all real. It's gonna end bloody for all of us. That's just how it's got to be. So . . . now what? Stare at each other for the rest of eternity?"

"Well, first of all, you're gonna bring Castiel back from wherever you stashed him or we're going to dunk you in some holy oil and deep-fry ourselves an archangel," Dean demanded sternly, showing no sign of him backing down from what he proposed.

Gabriel appeared angered, but he still raised his hand and snapped his fingers. A second later Castiel appeared behind the four hunters next to the Impala and all four hunters sighed in relief that he looked okay aside from the small cut on his nose that had dried blood caked over it.

"Cas, you okay?" Dean called over his shoulder to Castiel who stared unblinkingly at his brother.

"I'm fine," Castiel assured Dean though his breathing was a bit labored as if he'd still been fighting before Gabriel snapped him into view. "Hello, Gabriel."

"Hey, bro," Gabriel greeted Castiel, wiggling his fingers in a sarcastic wave. "How's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess — awful."

Dean's eyes bounced between the two glaring brothers before he nodded, taking a step back. "Right, we're out of here. Come on, guys."

Gabriel made a disgruntled sound as he stepped even closer to the holy fire around him, throwing his arms out to the side to show he was still trapped while the four hunters and Castiel turned to walk out of the warehouse. "Uh — hey, guys? So — so what? Huh? You're just gonna — you're gonna leave me here forever?"

Delaney huffed and turned to face Gabriel with a deadpan expression. "No, we're not. 'Cause my brothers and I don't screw with people the way you do. For the record . . . this isn't about some prize fight between your brothers or some destiny that can't be stopped! This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family! Try it some time, I assure you that you'll feel better getting it off your chest." 

Without waiting for Gabriel to respond, Delaney spun around and smashed the glass on the fire alarm stuck to the wall next to the door that lead out of the warehouse. She pulled the lever on the small red alarm and allowed the water to spray down from above to begin to extinguish the holy fire around Gabriel.

"Don't say the Winchesters never did anything for you. See you around, wing boy," Delaney called over her shoulder, walking out of the warehouse and leaving Gabriel behind without another look back at him. 

"All that stuff he was spouting in there," Dean began once they made it back to the Impala outside the warehouse. "You think he was telling the truth?"

Sam shrugged and stopped at the passenger side door. "I think he believes it. I don't even know what to do about what he said."

Dean chewed on the inside of his lip for a moment, the thoughts visibly passing in his eyes as he thought over what Gabriel had said about their destiny. "Well, I'll tell you one thing, at least. Right about now, I wish I was back on a TV show. Then we would know what the hell we're supposed to do."

Delaney frowned and nodded silently, agreeing with her eldest brother on that as she slid into the backseat with Theo who she made sure to put distance between her and him. Gabriel's words continued to bounce around in her head as Dean drove down the empty roads that lead out of the town and towards the highway. She was destined to kill her brothers or to be killed by them if she failed. She was destined to be with Theo of all people on the planet. She was destined to let Lucifer take control of her body.

For once, Delaney wished she could have been destined for something good.

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— it's been a month, but delaney winchester is back, baby, and with a long chapter to make up for it !!! i have missed writing for my girl more than you guys can imagine and i was super excited to do this episode. a bit of delaney and theo's future was planted in this chapter, showing that they were always destined to be together. now, will that make them getting together any quicker or easier? definitely not because we love a good ease into a relationship, especially when delaney and theo already have a past that they're still not exactly over. 

— now the winchesters also know that they are destined to duel eventually. that, one day, they're gonna have to give into michael, zedkiel and lucifer and possibly ruin the whole entire world and each other. only one side can stand and dean, delaney and sam all know that nothing is ever that simple either. naturally, they're all gonna keep refusing until they physically can't any longer. which is why i am so excited to get further into this season and even get into season six !!! all the things are gonna happen and i am ready for it.