My Life Is a Movie- Supernatural fic/podfic (1b/ 4)

[tenoko1]

Title: My Life is a Movie -(Link to podfic. Recommended)
Author: Tenoko1
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In which case, a bizarre series of events lead Sam and Dean to a small town where nothing makes sense and things just keep getting stranger and they’re trapped there. There’s also pie, hugs, music, bonding, and moments no one is ever going to live down.
AN: For the most part, I’m going to ignore the events after season five. This is not apart of my ‘The Path We Choose’ verse though.

Chapter One Part A

Chapter One part B
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The next day, Sam and Dean woke up to a room covered in glitter. Like Vegas Show girls had done their entire routine in the one small room and no surface had been spared. Sam had done the groveling to the motel staff, but luckily, it was well known at this point that someone was going around pulling ridiculous pranks, and the manager had been apologetic and had the locks to all the rooms changed and upgraded to newer ones. Dean had laughed his ass off as even after having gotten a shower, Sam still had glitter in his hair.

In return, Sam had to bite back a laugh as Cas reached out to Dean, cupping the hunter’s jaw in his hand, and used his thumb to brush away glitter from under Dean’s eye and along his cheekbone, the barest hint of an amused smile on the angel’s face. Dean had blinked with a start at the contact, but allowed it, a clearly confused expression on his face and a tinge of pink to go with the spatter of freckles and glitter.

The next day, chalk outlines of people in various poses covered the sidewalks through out town, some even drawn in the road. Once again, police had had to make certain everyone in town was accounted for and unharmed.

Then the bakery had an incident with the dough and yeast mixture that no one could explain, but suffice to say they ended up with far, far, far too much bread. So much so, they were practically giving baskets of rolls away. You bought the basket, the rolls were free, all proceeds went to charity. Cas seemed content with this idea as the three of them strolled down the sidewalk, Sam holding the basket, and all three of them practically inhaling the fresh baked bread like they’d never had it before, in which case, they hadn’t. Also in which case, there is nothing that can compare to fresh baked bread.

All the apples at the market were suddenly candy and carmel apples, wrapped in brightly colored cellophane and tied with ribbons.

The line of trees down Main St. were tee-pee’d, long strands of white toilet paper hanging like tinsel from a Christmas tree.

Stop signs in town had an added note tacked up, making them read ‘Stop. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200.’

Sam thought the whole thing was kind of amusing and really wasn’t much help as far as wanting to hunt it down went. Cas seemed to share the sentiment, Dean catching him biting back a smirk and a laugh, and trying most unsuccessfully to pass it off as a cough. He was really terrible at lying to Dean.

“Okay, well, if there were every doubt in your mind,” stated Dean tersely, “Gabriel is definitely not behind these pranks. They’re too juvenile even for him.”

Sam nodded, conceding. “The candy and caramel apples had me wondering for a minute, but yeah, definitely not Gabriel.”

“I almost kind of wish it was. I owe the guy a right hook to the face still, preferably with a crowbar.”

They continued making their way through town, headed for the diner, only briefly glancing at the group of people in the middle of the road, and on top of parked cars, or swinging around lamp posts, the entire lot of them in complete and full-on synchronized song and dance.

Dean’s gaze flicked back to his brother. “I dunno, man. I’ve never heard of anything like this.”

His brother had glanced back over his shoulder at the people returning to their day and lives as the song and music died off. “Probably because we’ve never faced anything like this. Everything we’ve ever fought has had a body count attached to it. This thing, well, it’s annoying, but nothing last more than a day. Even if we don’t find it, since it isn’t exactly leaving us clues, eventually it’ll have to get bored and move on right? It’s playing a game with us, but maybe if we can’t figure it out, since we have absolutely nothing to go on, it’ll give up and go on and we’ll be free to leave town.”

At the diner, Cas took the seat by the window in the booth, Dean sliding in next to him and Sam sitting opposite the pair.

“Have you ever heard of anything like this?” wondered Sam, his eyes fixed on the angel.

Castiel’s eyes swiveled to him. “There are many myths from centuries past that deal in prank playing spirits. Actually even malevolent spirits and beings will sometimes have a strictly playful side. Loki, Eris, Iktomi, Ananasi, Dionysus, for a few, not to mention animal spirits like coyotes, ravens, foxes, and raccoons throughout mythology across the world since the beginning of time.”

“We already ruled out Gabriel,” stated Dean, grinning at the waitress as she caught his eye and signaled she’d be right with them.

The angel shook his head. “No, the real Loki. Son of Odin, brother of Thor, from Norse mythology. Personally, I do not think the tricks played so far suggest that it is any of the more human deities, though. More than likely, we are dealing with something that would have a child’s idea for pranks and fun, so it is a guess we are dealing with an animal spirit, if not a child altogether.”

The waitress came and took their orders, Dean and Sam ordering burger with fries, and Dean asking about what pies they had available. Silence fell over them comfortably as the waitress left to put in their orders.

Sam was making a face, like something was weighing on his mind he couldn’t quite let go of or wrap his head around. He hooked his thumb over his shoulder. “That was weird, right? The people singing and dancing? That’s not normal… right?” Cas and Dean both blinked at him. “Because at the time, it didn’t seem weird. It was like it was something you might see anywhere, no big deal, but that was weird, right?”

The angel at Dean’s side made a face, considering. “You are right. Now that you mention it, it is most unusual.”

The hunter rolled his green eyes. “Can’t you just say something’s fucked up and be done with it?”

Castiel shot him a cross look, one he frequently used- most often with Dean. It said something along the lines of ‘Keep pushing your luck and my patience and I will smite you.’ He never went through with the silent threat, but Dean knew there were days he was very much tempted to. He grinned back at the angel.

Sam flicked a French fry at his brother, smacking him right in the forehead as Dean looked away from Cas. The elder Winchester pulled a face of start and then annoyance.

“Focus, Dean,” ordered Sam, like he were talking to an ADD child. Dean flicked a fry at his brother in retaliation, but said nothing, regarding his little brother as Sam continued to speak, having dodged the projectile food. “Okay, so spontaneous- I’m guessing at least- song and dance. So whatever we’re after has upgraded from pulling pranks on inanimate objects all around town and is now going on to include the townspeople.”

“Still no one has been harmed,” interjected Cas, pointing out that essential factor in their case. “He is still playing by the guidelines Dean set down.”

The hunter in question snorted. “Yeah, as if waking up covered in glitter wasn’t bad enough, everyone is getting their Broadway on now?” Shaking his head with a heavy sigh, he took a long sip of his coke. They were still posing as FBI and he couldn’t exactly be drinking when he was on the job. “I miss when our lives made sense. Do you miss that? When the universe had rules and I didn’t have an angel on speed dial?” He glanced at Cas, quickly adding, “Not that I’m not glad to have you on speed dial.”

A shadow of a smirk crossed Cas’ expression, which was probably the closest they ever got to making the angel actually smile.

“I understood what you meant, Dean.”

“Would a animal spirit have the power to control people?” pressed Sam, looking disbelieving. “I mean, that’s some serious mojo. Like whoa. I can’t even begin to fathom how anyone or anything could manage something that major.”

“Or why,” added Dean, Sam nodding his head in consent.

Looking thoughtful, Cas placed his hands on the table, fingers steepled together. “Mischievous. Playful. Prankster. Harmless. Child-like.” His head angled to the side and his gaze was distant as he mulled it over in his head. “We must be dealing with a sprite, perhaps a fae child. With the upgrade to include controlling the movement of the townsfolk which requires a much stronger magic, I’m far more inclined to believe we are dealing with a fae child. In which case, it’s simply a matter of hunting them down. They would not be in town, they would want to be closer to nature instead. They will have created a place of their own even in the world they currently dwell, bending reality to whatever form and shape they desire, only to have it return to it’s original form the moment of the Fae’s departure, like a rubber band pulled taunt and then released.”

Eyebrows raised in surprised, Dean glanced at his brother, only looking up long enough to thank the waitress as she brought them their food, then back at Castiel.

“Wow. I think that was your entire word quota for the month in one long spiel. Are we going to be able to get a word out of you the rest of the time that we’re stuck here?”

An uncharacteristic, playful smirk crossed the angel’s face, one brow arching slightly as he slid a sidelong glance to the man beside him.

“Only if your words warrant being dignified with a response. Your chances are slim, Sam’s significantly better.”

Sam choked on his burger laughing and having to grapple for his drink so he could breath again.

Dean took the jab good-naturedly, actually ruffling the angel’s hair. “You wound me, Cas. Here I thought you knew I wasn’t one for profound conversation. I see how it is.” He pointedly turned his plate around and moved it over just a little.

Sam wondered at this until the angel reached over and grabbed a French fry easily, biting into it and letting his gaze drift out the window. It was like it was something they did habitually, without any real thought behind it. How had Sam not noticed this sooner? This change in Dean’s behavior to share his food with the angel?

After saving the world from the apocalypse, he guessed they’d finally been able to relax more into their relationship, to be more friends rather than strictly brothers in arms fighting every day just to survive.

“So we have to go trekking through the woods? Is that what you’re saying?”

Sam considered the question and the recent events that had been taking place all over town. “Hold up.” Cas and Dean both regarded him. There was something here, something key. He didn’t understand it, but he was sure it was there. “That’s two in one day.” His brother arched a brow, clearly not making the connection. “With the addition of the musical we just saw, that makes two tricks in one day. All the fire hydrants already turned into fountains earlier, remember? Every kid in town was out playing in the water. Until now, it’s been one trick a day, usually something everyone wakes up to, like it was done in the night.”

“So we going hunting at night,” Dean said with a shrug. “Like pretty much everything else we ever hunt. At least there’s some small measure of normalcy to that.”

Sam rolled his eyes impatiently. “You’re still missing the point, Dean. Two tricks instead of one. If this thing bumps up its game because we haven’t been able to find it, waking up covered in glitter or mannequins on the crosswalk are going to be the least of our concerns.”

Having finished his burger, Dean tapped his thumb absently against the table. “You’ve got a point. The entire town would be a fun house, everything a prank.” He shuddered at the thought. “And I’m guessing this guy has no shortage of ideas to use against us.”

“Or if he starts recycling pranks and compounding them with new ones,” offered Sam sensibly.

Dean scowled at the thought. “We gotta find this thing or we are seriously humped.”

The younger Winchester nodded, picking up a curly fry and popping it in his mouth, noticing the way Dean watched the action with a mixture of confusion and disdain. “Dude.” He arched a brow. “Curly fries? Really, Samantha?”

“Don’t knock my fries,” warned Sam.

“I won’t. I can’t. Those aren’t fries.” His elder brother pointed at his plate. “These are fries. Those look like you deep fried Shirley Temple’s hair. Edible ringlets.”

Giving his brother a signature bitch face, Sam signaled to the waitress, making gestures with his hands like a clam opening and closing and then pointing to his plate, signaling for a to-go box. Dean rolled his eyes, pushing his plate closer to Cas, offering the angel the last of his fries.

Real men finished their food.

Nothing else was said until they were outside, walking down the sidewalk to head back to their motel. Dean had taken the white container from his brother, peering into as they walked, even stealing one to pop in his mouth. Yeah, okay, they were good, undignified, but good. They had a seasoning on them that wasn’t on the regular fries.

Dean looked at his brother. “Seriously, dude. You’ve been doing this for a while now that I think about it. When did you start getting curly fries on a regular basis? Why?”

Casually, Sam shrugged, hands in his pockets as he let his gaze drift to whatever caught his eye. “Ruby, actually,” he admitted, allowing himself a smirk that eventually became a fond smile. “She loved French fries. Especially curly fries. She got me in the habit of getting them.”

His brother stared at him incredulously, almost indignant at the look on his younger sibling’s face as he mentioned the demoness.

“Dude, how can you have that goofy, love sick look on your face about that evil bitch?” It sounded accusing. In part, it was. Dean still had a hell of a sore spot when it came to Ruby. He’d forgiven Sam, of course, but not Ruby. Never Ruby. “She was traitorous, lying, two-faced-“

Rolling his eyes, Sam nodded impatiently. “I know, Dean, but it’s not like she showed up wearing a sign saying she was evil. She wanted my trust, she wanted to help, she was there for me when I had no one else.” He heard music, low and almost distant, like someone with their car stereo too loud coming up behind them, rock and pop in one, a steady beat. Cas and Dean both watched him, Castiel tilting his head with a genuinely curious expression while Dean still looked angry, perhaps feeling betrayed Sam was able to remember the demon with any level of affection.

“When you died and I had no one and I was grieving, Ruby was there for me, just as she had been before you died, even though she’d been flung into hell and had to crawl her way back out. When I was angry and distrustful and had given up, she kept me alive, kept me functioning. She wedged her way into my life, forcing her company on me when I didn’t want anyone around. She dragged me out of bed in the mornings, shoved me in the bathroom, bought me food and wouldn’t leave me alone until I ate, never made me talk if I didn’t feel like it, hell, she even did my laundry, Dean. She was what I needed: a friend. She cared if I was okay even when I didn’t.”

The music was louder and he could actually hear the lyrics now, making him glance over his shoulder for the car, but he didn’t see one. He turned back. “I knew she was probably no good, but at the same time she was keeping me alive and sane and I couldn’t help falling for her. She wasn’t insidious. She was playful and happy and quietly supportive and not pushy.” A grin passed over his lips. “And hell in high heels; trouble walking, but not unlike any other girl that might not be great for you, and exactly what I needed.”

She’s a pistol, pointed at me

Smoking from her head to her feet, packing the heat

She’s lethal, with a license to kill

Stilettos ripping open the street

She’s a heartbreaker, like a masterpiece

But she be looking even better than me

She’s the baddest girl I’ve ever seen

How can something that’s so wrong

Be exactly what I need?

Dean and Cas watched, stunned, as a visage of Ruby seemed to appear, materializing out of thin air like a mirage, and strutting her stuff toward Sam, the taller Winchester suddenly dopey in love, grinning and moving toward her like he couldn’t help it, the words of the song now coming from his own lips.

Here comes trouble again

I better act carefully

She knows what she’s doing to me

And she makes it look so easy

Here comes trouble again

My heart tells me to leave

But a girl like that’s on a different level

Here comes trouble

The visage of Ruby sidled up close to Sam, then edged past him, biting her full bottom lip, and lowered her eyes, whist her body language screamed ‘come and get me’. He continued to sing as they interacted, Ruby going black-eyed as she flirted and flounced around him, seducing without touching, so achingly close, dancing just out of Sam’s grasp as he reach for her.

She’s like a razor cutting me deep

Lemme lemme repeat

She’s like a pistol, pointed at me

Smoking from her head to her feet

She’s a life taker, double agent in heels

But I love the way she’s making me feel

She’s like the baddest girl I’ve ever seen

It’s so hard to walk away

With her hands all over me

He moved to leave, and Ruby reacted, reaching out desperately to grab him, to pull him back in, stretching her tiny frame as much as possible to reach up and kiss him, dissipating just before their lips touched and reappeared standing just so in the center of the sidewalk, hip cocked to one side and smirk on her lips, and Sam rushed forward, both clearly knowing exactly what game they were playing.

Here comes trouble again

I better act carefully

She knows what she’s doing to me

And she makes it look so easy

Here comes trouble again

My heart tells me to leave

But a girl like that’s on a different level

Here comes trouble

She danced around him, trailing her fingers lightly down whatever she could touch, while Sam had his hands in his hair and clearly struggled with what he knew and what he wanted.

She’s the baddest girl I’ve ever seen

How could something that’s so wrong

Be exactly what I need, oh, oh

Then they were dancing in sync together, having tired of their cat and mouse, both grinning and happy and simply having fun, like they were good together, like they were perfect for each other, and it made Dean ache a little on the inside for what his brother deserved and so desperately wanted, and yeah, had Ruby not been a demon… well…

Here comes trouble again

I better act carefully

She knows what she’s doing to me

And she makes it look so easy

Here comes trouble again

My heart tells me to leave

But a girl like that’s on a different level

           Here comes trouble

            The music died off as Ruby turned and pulled away, sauntering off with her hands in her back pockets, flicking her dark hair and watching Sam coyly over her shoulder as she walked away, vanishing along with the music until it was just the three of them again.

            Cas and Dean both turned their attention back to Sam who shrugged and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

            “Like I said, I knew it was probably gonna end badly, but she was there and exactly what I needed. It’s why I came to care for her.” He shook his head. “Things didn’t go bad until a few months in, subtly, under the guise of further helping me. I trusted her at that point, and probably couldn’t have walked away even if I’d wanted. She loved me in her own way, same way I loved her in mine.”

            Cas watched Dean as the elder Winchester seemed to consider this, his jaw jutted to one side and lips pressed together, gaze not really focused on Sam, they seemed to be looking off past Sam’s elbow, but at something distant no one else could see.

            Blinking, he shifted, alert and inquiring, pointing off in the direction Ruby had vanished. “Do you realize you just sang your memory rather than saying it?”

            Sam blinked with a start, looking to where his brother was pointing and remembering just a moment ago. Yes. Yes, he had.

            He frowned. “Huh. That’s weird.”

Chapter Two

*Song is by Honor Society, "Here Comes Trouble". Standard Disclaimer Applies.

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