bill randolph

The Imaginary Friend (Chapter 13)

Chapter 12

“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 whispering?”

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 come out?”

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.

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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.” said Dean.

“When did you hit menopause?”

“It’s called channel surfing.”

I laughed, finally knocking. A few seconds later, Sam opened the door.

“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.

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“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. And bears.”

“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 poor woman.”

“She said bear.” said Dean.

“Kathy Randolph went through a hell of a trauma. She’s confused.”

“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 Incredible Hulk.”

“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.”

“Lou Ferrigno.”

“Yes.”

“Spiky-hair Lou Ferrigno.”

“Yes.”

“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.

“No.”

Huh.

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Dean and I sat in the motel room doing research when Sam walked in.

“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 said.

“So a hothead getting killed by TV’s greatest hothead. Kinda sounds like just desserts, doesn’t it?”

Dean snorted.

“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.” said Dean.

“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 times.”

“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.

“For what?”

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.

“You’re serious.”

I nodded.

“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.”

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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 trickster.

“Heya Red.”

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- send everybody.”
“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.

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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.

There was no one there.

“Guys?!” I asked, speaking to the empty room.

“What the hell?”

I whipped around to the sudden voice behind me.

The golden haired Trickster stood before me.

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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. 

Here you go Slores.. as promised.. (Very long post)

ALL THE TOM’S! BILL! WILLIAM! LOKI! FREDDIE! RANDOLPH! OAKLEY! ADAM! MAGNUS!.. I NEED TO SEE YOU!!

We need to talk…

Moscow!Tom

Curly cutie!Tom (my definition)

Hybrid!Tom

Suit/Dom!Tom

Coriolanus!Tom

Bill Hazeldine

William Buxton

Oakley

Freddie page

Randolph Churchill

Adam

Magnus

Loki

And the rest of you I’ve manage to lure with me these past days since Wheatland!Tom came in and messed me up..

We need to talk.. 

I’m letting all go.. I made a promise to let you go if I got what I asked for and I have.. elfpunk delivered it..

Yes Loki.. I’m letting you all go..

Don’t look at me like that.. I made a promise and I…

Please don’t make this harder than it is… 

I’m sorry Oakley..

Freddie please don’t…

I’m gonna miss you too..

Randolph please.. don’t be mad..

William.. I’m sorry..

I’m sorry.. I truly am, but I am a person of my word and a promise is a promise..

Please.. just go.. just leave.. 

Don’t do that Hal… Don’t look at me like that..

Please just go.. GO!!!

Just go! The others are waiting for you.. They will take care of you.. 

Fuck this.. I can’t.. Just take them…

I don’t care…. I TRULY DON’T

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