Sam and Dean looked at the sisters, who in turn looked to them. “This is not a warehouse,” Melody gaped. Sam and Dean were in white doctors’ uniforms, and the sisters were wearing slim blue scrubs, like nurses. A blonde nurse and an Asian nurse walked past the four and smiled. “Doctors,” the Asian one smiled. “Doctors,” the blonde beamed. After they walked past, Melody murmured, “doctors?” Avery opened the door they came through, but it led to a closet where a man and a woman were making out. She quickly closed it again. A brunette nurse turned away from the reception desk and walked up to the four. She looked at Sam then slapped him hard. “Ow!” he winced. “Seriously?” the nurse huffed. “What?” asked a puzzled Sam. “Seriously? You're brilliant, you know that? And a coward. You're a brilliant coward,” she sighed angrily and dreamily. “Um, what are you talking about?” Sam asked, confused. “As if you didn’t know!” she snapped, then stalked off, Dean gawking as she left like he had a dream come true. “I don’t believe this,” he gaped. “What?” asked Melody. “That’s Doctor Piccolo,” he gawked. “Um…who?” Avery asked, glaring at the back of the head of the doctor who walked past after grabbing her ass, and threatening to send a knife into it. “Doctor Ellen Piccolo,” Dean answered, “The sexy yet earnest doctor at-,” Dean walked to the reception and looked like he was going to fangirl when he saw the name of the hospital, “Seattle Mercy Hospital!” “Dean, what the hell are you on about?” Avery asked. “The doctor getups. The, the sexy interns. The 'seriously's. It all makes sense,” he replied. “What makes sense? What’s going on?” asked Sam. “We’re in Doctor Sexy, MD!”
The four had agreed to split up, so the sisters went to see if they could find any trace of the trickster while the boys went to find out anything about what they were doing there. “So Tricky has trapped us in TV land, in a show about doctors that Dean-o Fangirls over?” Melody asked. Avery shrugged. “I guess so,” she sighed. “Alright, I’m going to find him and kill him for making me wear this!” Melody hissed. “Doctors,” came a voice from behind them, a hand resting on Avery’s shoulder, making her realise her lack of wings. She spun around and caught the person in their jaw, then glared them down. “Touch me again and you’ll regret it, doctor,” she growled, saying the word ‘Doctor’ with a slight raise of her voice. “Doctor Sexy! Are you alright!” asked a blonde nurse, running to help up the punched Doctor. “Yes, I’m fine. That’s a strong swing you’ve got there, doctor,” Doctor ‘Sexy’ smiled. “I get into the occasional scrap with things like, hmm I don’t know, say Tricksters,” she snarled, grabbing the doctor by his throat and jamming him against a wall. “If there is one thing I had to put up with on the way here, It was Dean fangirling over ‘Doctor Sexy’s’ Cowboy boots, not tennis trainers,” she growled. Sam and Dean ran to where Melody stood smirking. A bunch of doctors were running to get Avery off the doctor, but they froze, leaving the four and the doctor the only ones able to move. The doctor’s face suddenly changed to one familiar to the Winchesters. “Well hello there,” he grinned. “Get us out of here,” Avery snarled. “Or what?” The Trickster smirked, grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back until she winced with pain. “Don’t say you have wooden stakes”. “That was you on the police scanner, wasn’t it? This is a trick!” Sam growled. “Hellooo, Trickster. Come on, I heard you two yahoos were in town, how could I resist?” the Trickster rolled his eyes. “Where the hell are we?” hissed Melody. “Like it? It’s all homemade. My own sets-” the Trickster tapped on one of the windows, “My own actors-” he gestured to the frozen people, “Call it my own little idiot box”. “How do we get out?” snapped Dean. “That, my friend, is the sixty-four-dollar question,” the Trickster grinned. “Whatever, we just, we need to talk to you,” Avery sighed. “We need your help,” Sam added. “Hmm, let me guess, the Winchesters broke the world and you four muttonheads want me to sweep their mess,” Trickster guessed. “Bingo,” murmured Melody, Avery holding in a grin. “Please, just five minutes. Hear us out,” Sam pleaded. “Sure, tell you what. Survive the next 24 hours, we’ll talk,” The Trickster smirked. “Survive what?” Melody asked. “The game!” he grinned. “What game?” Dean growled. “You’re in it,” Trickster smiled slyly. “How do we play?” Sam asked. “You’re playing it,” The Trickster replied. “What are the rules?” Avery asked, stepping up to the Trickster. The Trickster wiggled his eyebrows, grinned and disappeared in a burst of static. “What. An. Ass,” Avery growled.