Supernatural One-shots

Changing Channels-Gabe and Team Free Will(Part Three)

"We've got to make meth, bitch!" you stated, doing your best Jessie Pinkman impression. You all appeared inside a trailer, dressed in jumpsuits with air masks on. You knew right from the bat what show you were on. Breaking Bad.

"What? Why do you keep calling me bitch?" Sam furrowed his eyebrows at you.

"It's Breaking Bad Sammy," Dean explained, dressed in a black jacket, glasses and, a black hat, looking like Heisenberg. Sam was still confused. "Man, you need to watch more TV."

"Okay so what are we supposed to do in this show?" Sam asked.

"Like I said earlier, we gotta make meth," you responded and had to add again, "Bitch."

Sam rolled his eyes and you couldn't help but laugh. "How the hell do you make meth?"

Dean shrugged, "No clue. Let's just do it. I'm the boss."

~Time Skip~

"Son of a bitch!" Dean shouted, looking into the camera. After being in that really strange but funny herpexia commercial, you all appeared in one of those cheesy family shows. Kinda like Full House.

The audience laughed and applauded. Sam took the girl in the bikini who apparently had been 'researching' with Dean and lightly pushed her out of the room.

"How long do we have to keep doing this?" Dean muttered frantically.

"I don't know," Sam responded. The crowd applauded. "Forever?" The audience laughed. "We might die here." The audience laughed again.

This was torture. You did not want to be stuck in a TV land. "How was that funny?" Dean asked. They laughed again. "Vultures."

Castiel suddenly appeared, slightly bruised. There was applause. "Cas, you okay?" you asked with wide eyes.

"I don't have much time," Castiel stated.

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"I got out," he responded, breathing heavily.

"From where?" Dean asked.

"Listen to me," Castiel said, "Something is not right here. This thing is much more powerful than it should be."

"What thing-the Trickster?" you asked.

"If it is a Trickster," he responded.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked. Before Cas could respond, he was flung back into a wall. The door swung open and the Trickster appeared.

"Hello!" He hopped in with a grin. Cas stood up with his mouth duct-taped shut. The audience applauded and the trickster bowed, "Thank you. Thank you."

Castiel glared at the trickster. "Hey Castiel!" the Trickster smiled, gesturing to Cas, who vanished into a burst of static.

"You know him?" You asked.

"Where did you just send him?" Dean asked.

"Relax, he'll live. Maybe," the Trickster muttered.

"Alright. You know what? I'm done with this monkey dance, we get it,"Dean said angrily.

"Get what, hotshot?" the Trickster asked.

"Playing our roles right? That's the game," Dean said.

"That's half the game," the Trickster responded.

"What's the other half?" Sam asked.

"Play your roles out there," the Trickster stated.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Oh you know cupcake," the Trickster winked at you, "Sam starring as Lucifer. Dean starring as Michael. And (Y/N) starring as the prophet who writes down this amazing tale of their celebrity death match. Play your roles."

"You want us to say yes to those sons a bitches?" Sam asked.

"Hell yeah. Let's light this candle!" the Trickster smiled.

Everything happened in a flash. You were so in shock you hadn't heard the rest of the conversation. Playing your roles? That was insane. The world would end.

"Then you'll stay here in TV land. Forever. Three hundred channels and, uh, nothing's on," the Trickster grinned and snapped his fingers. You looked up, finally snapping back into attention.

~Time Skip~
"Okay where the hell are we now?" a brown haired, tall woman asked, noticing you were all wearing orange jumpsuits.

"Uh, who are you lady?" A blond woman squinted.

"Lady? I'm a guy," Sam muttered, looking at you for some explanation.

"Sam?" You gasped. He had long hair and boobs and an hour glass figure to top it off. You then looked at the blind lady. If that was Sam then that must've been..."Dean."

"Wait-Sammy? You're a chick!" Dean's eyes widened.

"Dude, you're a chick too!" Sam gasped and they both looked down at themselves in utter horror.

"We need to find a way out of here, like now," Dean said frantically.

"Okay just follow my lead," you said, leading them to the cafeteria.

"Hey Dandelion," a woman with chocolate colored skin and hair tied up into a bunch of mini knots approached Dean with a creepy smile. It was Suzanna, aka "crazy eyes." You were in Orange is the New Black!

"Uh ma'am, I ain't no dandelion," Dean looked quite uncomfortable.

You couldn't help but chuckle, "I think you're the new Piper."

"Huh?" Dean furrowed his eyebrows. Before you could respond, an arm grabbed you, pulling you to the side.

You glanced up at who pulled you away and knew right away who it was by his pornstache. George Mendez. The prison guard. "You're supposed to be in the laundry room (Y/N)," he ordered with a rude tone.

"Maybe you should go to the damn laundry room and clean your own crap," you snapped at him. You never liked his character. His eyes glinted a familiar golden brown color. Something wasn't right.

Sam had been not far behind, looking at you with worry. You winked at him, trying to signal for him to do something. "Excuse me miss? What did you just say to me?" Mendez scowled at me.

"I said you're an idiot," you corrected, a smirk arising.

"What?" Mendez pulled out his tazer and was ready to raze you until Sam sneaked from behind and plunged a wooden dagger through his chest.

"Like I said, you're an idiot," you repeated. Suddenly, the prison scenery was gone and we were back at the warehouse we had came in. Mendez morphed into the trickster, who was lying dead in the ground.

"We did it," you sighed in relief. Or so you thought.

~( a/n: And that's it for this super long oneshot! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you enjoyed it. Now that summer's approaching and I've finished school, I'll be updating more often! So yay!)~