“C’mon Blue, cut it
out!” I shrieked. Chuck and I sat on his couch, him tickling the heck out of
me. Deciding to fight back, I flipped him over and pinned him to the couch,
straddling his waist. I pinned his arms above his head.
“Well hello there.”
said Chuck, laughing slightly. I had been here for a few days, Chuck and I
wanting to establish our relationship for a bit before I left again.
“Hey.” I said. Letting
go of his wrist, I leaned down and kissed him. Chuck slipped his hand down to
my waist, pulling me down until I was lying right on top of him.
I pulled back for air,
resting my forehead against his. It’s amazing how great you feel when that
emotional wall comes down.
“I don’t know how this
happened, but thank God for imaginary friends.”
My eyes shot open, feeling the buzzing of my phone lying on
my arm. At one point in the night, Chuck and I had navigated toward his bed,
not to do anything, just to sleep.
I opened my eyes, seeing Dean
across the screen. I clicked accept.
“Hey Dean, what’s up?” I asked, whispering as it was the
middle of the night and Chuck was asleep next to me. I sat up a little bit.
“Why are you
Of course that would be the first question he asked after
not seeing me for a week and a half.
“Because it’s 2AM and you woke me up.” I said. I mean, it’s
half the truth at least.
“Whatever, we need
your help with a case. I know you needed to deal with some shit, but can you
I turned around glancing at Chuck, seeing that he was now awake.
He sat up sitting behind me, waiting patiently.
“Yeah, I can. Where to?”
After Dean told me where, I hung up, turning to Chuck.
“Gotta go?” asked Chuck. I nodded, standing up.
“They need help with a case and want me to be there by
tomorrow. I gotta drive through the night to be there in time.” I grabbed my
duffle bag, throwing my random crap into it. He stood up, turning the lights on
so I could see.
We walked downstairs, and I sat on the couch putting my
shoes on. Chuck walked in from the kitchen, handing me a to-go mug.
“To stay awake.” said Chuck, handing it to me.
I laughed, taking it. “Thank you.” I stood up, giving him
one last kiss before turning for the door.
“Hey Range?” asked Chuck. I turned around.
“Remember, sanctuary.” I smiled, nodding, turning back
around and leaving.
5 cups of coffee later and hours on the road, I finally made
it to the hotel room Sam had sent directions to. I leaned my head against the
door, listening to see if they were awake.
“What are you watching?” asked Sam.
“Hospital show. Dr. Sexy MD. I think it’s based on a book.”
“When did you hit menopause?”
“It’s called channel surfing.”
I laughed, finally knocking. A few seconds later, Sam opened
“Well, look what the cat dragged in!” said Sam, moving to
let me inside.
“Yeah, yeah.” I shoved his shoulder.
Dean took a glance at me, silently asking if I was okay. I
nodded at him quickly, smiling.
“Well, you ready?” asked Dean. I was already dressed in my
FBI gear, ready to go.
“Are you?” asked Sam, motioning towards the TV. Dean rolled
his eyes, grabbing his keys and walking out. Sam and I followed behind.
“One more time, the FBI is here why, exactly?” asked the
officer. Sam, Dean, and I stood in the police station, badges at the ready.
“Might have something to do with one of your locals getting
his head ripped off.” said Dean.
“Bill Randolph died from a bear attack.”
“How sure are you that it was a bear?” asked Sam.
“What else would it be?” asked the officer.
“Well 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.” I said.
“Is that common, a bear doing that?” asked Dean.
“Depends how pissed off it is, I guess. Look, the Randolphs
live way up in the high country. You got trout runs to make a grown man weep.
“Right. Now, what about Mrs. Randolph? The file says she saw
the whole thing.” said Sam.
“Yes, she did.” said the officer. “My heart goes out to the
“She said bear.” said Dean.
“Kathy Randolph went through a hell of a trauma. She’s
“What did she say?” I asked.
The officer didn’t respond, just leading us to the interview
room. After a while, the three of us sat across Kathy Randolph.
“No, it must have been a bear.” said Kathy. “I mean, what
else could it have been?”
“Mrs. Randolph, what do you think it was?” I asked.
“No, I, I remember clearly now. It was definitely a bear.”
“We’re sure it was. But see, it helps us to hear every
angle. So just tell us what you thought you saw.” said Dean.
“It’s impossible, but… I could have sworn I saw… the
“The Incredible Hulk.” I said.
“I told you it was crazy.” said Kathy.
“Bana or Norton?” asked Dean suddenly. Sam and I turned to
him in surprise.
“Oh, no, those movies were terrible. The TV Hulk.”
“Spiky-hair Lou Ferrigno.”
“Huh.” said Dean. He glanced at the two of us.
“You think I’m crazy.” said Kathy.
“No. Uh, no, it’s just… I there, uh, would there be any
reason that Lou Ferrigno, the Incredible Hulk, would have a grudge against your
husband?” asked Dean.
Dean and I sat in the motel room doing research when Sam
“Hey.” said Sam, shutting the door.
“Find anything?” asked Dean.
“Well, uh, I saw the house.”
“And?” I asked.
“And there is a giant eight-foot-wide hole where the front
door used to be. Almost like, uh-.” Dean cut him off.
“A Hulk-sized hole.”
“Maybe. What do you got?”
I turned back to my laptop.
“Well, it turns out that Bill Randolph had quite the temper.
He’s got 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.” I
“So a hothead getting killed by TV’s greatest hothead. Kinda
sounds like just desserts, doesn’t it?”
“It’s all starting to make sense.” said Sam.
“How is it starting to make sense?” asked Dean.
“Well, I found something else at the crime scene.” Sam
reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of candy wrappers. I immediately
knew what he was getting at.
“Damnmit.” I said, leaning against the chair.
“Lots of them.”
“Just desserts, sweet tooth, screwing with people before you
kill ‘em-we’re dealing with the Trickster, aren’t we?” asked Dean.
“Sure looks like it.” I said.
“Good. I’ve wanted to gank that mother since Mystery Spot.”
“You sure?” asked Sam.
“Yeah I’m sure.”
“No, I mean are you sure you wanna kill him?” asked Sam.
“Son of a bitch didn’t think twice about icing me a thousand
“No, I know, I mean, I’m just saying-.”
“What are you saying? If you don’t want to kill him, then
what?” asked Dean.
Before Sam could answer, I spoke up.
“Talk to him.”
Sam and Dean turned to me, Sam shocked that I was agreeing
with what he was saying.
“What?” asked Dean.
“Think about it, Dean. He’s one of the most powerful
creatures we’ve ever met. Maybe we can use him.” I said. I had only met the
trickster once, the mystery spot, and he had taken a liking to me. He had
purposely kept me out of the world he put Sam in. Kept me in a sleeping state
in a random hotel room, Sam and Dean found me afterwards.
Sam spoke up. “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.” I said.
“Ally with the Trickster.” said Dean.
“Yeah.” said Sam.
“A bloody, violent monster, and you wanna be Facebook
friends with him? Nice, guys.”
“The world is gonna end, Dean. We don’t have the luxury of a
moral stand. Look, I’m just saying it’s worth a shot. That’s all. It doesn’t
work, we’ll kill him.” I said.
Dean sighed. “How are we gonna find the guy, anyway?”
“Well, he never takes just one victim, right? He’ll show.”
Sam, Dean, and I sat in the motel room still. Dean sat
sharpening a stake while Sam stared at a police scanner. I sat on the bed on my
laptop, trying to see if there was any news that would point us towards the
I smiled. I wasn’t expecting to hear from Chuck today.
“Hello there Shurley.”
“Everything alright on this
case?” asked Chuck.
“You’re a prophet, Chuck. You already know what happens. Got the candy
man on our heels.”
“Yeah, yeah I know. but you know what I mean Range. I can never see
what happens to you.”
“Um, Dispatch? I, I
got a possible 187 out here at the old paper mill on Route 6?” said a voice
over the scanner.
“Hey.” said Sam.
“Blue I gotta go. Duty calls. Talk to you soon?” I asked.
“Of course. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I smiled, turning my focus to Sam and Dean.
“Roger that. What are
you looking at there, son?”
“Honestly, Walt, I, I wouldn’t even know how to describe what I’m seeing. Just-
“All right, stay calm, stay by your car. Help’s on the way.”
Sam turned off the scanner.
“That sounds weird.” said Dean.
“Weird enough to be our guy.” I said. Sam and Dean nodded in
agreeance. We grabbed our stuff, getting in the car and leaving.
Sam, Dean, and I got out of the Impala in front of the
warehouse. No one else was in sight.
“There was a murder here, and there’s no police cars.
There’s nobody. How’s that look to you?” asked Dean.
“Crappy.” said Sam.
Sam, Dean, and I pulled stakes and flashlights out of the
trunk, Dean closed the trunk. The three of us walked into the ware house, me
ahead of them.
I looked around, just seeing an empty warehouse.
“Damn, what do you think, guys?” I asked. I turned around,
expecting to see my brothers behind me.
A/N: Guys. Guys. Guys. I saw Louden Swain. I met Louden Swain.I got the courage to thank Billy and Norton for liking my video. I gave Richard Speight Jr. peanuts. Rob posted a video of Rich eating said peanuts on Instagram. Jason retweeted the photo I took of him. Oh my Chuck.