She Talks to Angels | {BOOK 2}

63|Dr. Sexy, MD

"Just desserts, sweet tooth, screwing with people before you kill 'em- we're dealing with the Trickster, aren't we?" Dean asked.

"Sure looks like it," Sam confirmed.

"Good. I've been wanting to gank that mother since Mystery Spot."

Dean shut the laptop with a snap. I furrowed my brow, remembering a particular moment of that particular case...

Sam and Dean were talking about something while Sam looked stuff up on his laptop and Dean ate. I was looking over at the counter at the Pancake Man, who was having strawberry syrup on his pancakes instead of maple like usual. As I stared, a giant pair of white fluffy wings suddenly appeared on his back, but when I blinked again, they'd vanished...

"You sure?" Sam asked Dean, his voice snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Dean nodded.

"No, I mean are you sure you wanna kill him?"

"Son of a bitch didn't think twice about icing me a thousand times," Dean pointed out.

"No, I know, I mean, I'm just saying-" Sam stammered.

"What are you saying? If you don't want to kill him, then what?"

"Talk to him?"

"What?"

"Think about it, Dean. He's one of the most powerful creatures we've ever met. Maybe we can use him."

"For what?"

"Okay, Trickster's like a Hugh Hefner type, right? Wine, women, song- maybe he doesn't want the party to end. Maybe he hates this angel and demons stuff as much as we do. Maybe he'll help us."

Another memory, more recent, came into my mind...

Raphael was already standing in the middle of the room when Cass, Dean and I arrived. There was a flash of lightning and he spread his pair of large, fluffy white wings, the shadow displaying on the back wall. Overhead, the lightbulbs popped and exploded...

In the car, I mentioned the fact that Raphael had white wings as opposed to the usual black I'd come to associate with the angels.

"He's an archangel," came Cass's quiet reply.

"How are we gonna find the guy, anyway?" Dean was asking Sam.

"Well, he never takes just one victim, right?" Sam pointed out. "He'll show."

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Later, while listening to the police scanner and getting some wooden stakes ready, a call came through that sounded weird enough to be the Trickster. When we arrived at the warehouse, however, there were no police cars or anybody else around. Dean pulled three stakes and some flashlights out of the trunk, handing one of them off to Sam and I before leading the way inside, clutching his own in his hand.

When we walked through the door, Sam and Dean were suddenly wearing white lab coats and I was in a nurse's scrubs.

"What the hell?" I demanded.

A blonde doctor and an Asian doctor, Dr. Wang, passed by us.

"Doctor."

"Doctor."

They each greeted Sam and Dean before continuing on.

"Doctor?" Sam repeated in a more questioning tone.

Dean turned around, opening the door we just came through. Instead of outside, it lead to a janitor's closet where a couple were making out. Dean immediately closed the door, a freaked out expression crossing his features. A brunette doctor, who looked a lot like Dr. Piccolo from Dr. Sexy, MD when I thought about it, turned away from the receptionist's desk and approached us.

"Doctor," she greeted, then slapped Sam across the face.

"Ow!" he cried, clutching his cheek.

"Seriously," she said.

"What?"

"Seriously? You're brilliant, you know that? And a coward. A brilliant coward."

Dean and I were gaping at her while Sam just looked confused as to what the hell was going on.

"Um. What are you talking about?" he asked her.

She slapped him again.

"As if you don't know!"

With that, she stalked off, Dean and I both gawking after her.

"I don't believe this," Dean grinned.

"What?" Sam asked.

"That's Dr. Piccolo," I said.

"Who?"

"Dr. Ellen Piccolo," Dean elaborated in a dreamy voice, "the sexy, yet earnest doctor at-"

He paused, looking at the sign behind the receptionist's desk, gesturing almost angrily as he read aloud.

"Seattle Mercy Hospital."

"Guys. What the hell are you talking about?" Sam demanded.

"The doctor getups. The, the sexy interns. The 'seriously's. It all makes sense."

Sam just stared at me and Dean, waiting for us to get to the punchline.

"What makes sense? What's going on?"

"We're in Dr. Sexy, MD," Dean and I chorused.