Mystery Spot {Complete}

Nine

The man is eating pancakes with maple syrup today. Dean is eating his "Pig 'n' a Poke", you and Sam are watching the man.

"So you think you're caught in some kind of what, again?" Dean asks, a mouth full of food.

"Eat your breakfast." Sam snaps.

The man leaves and you and Sam follow, you picking up the bag with the stake in it. "What's in the bag?" Dean asks, following you and Sam.

The man walks down the street. You grab him and slam him into the fence, putting the tip of a wooden stake at his throat. "Hey!" The man shouts, struggling against you. "I know who you are. Or should I say, what." You nearly snarl at him.

"Oh my god, please don't kill me." The man pleads.

"Uh, Huntyr?" Dean asks, still confused. Sam stands beside Dean, watching the interaction with you and the man.

"It took us a hell of a long time but we got it." You say, not taking your gaze off of the man. "What?" The man asks, his voice trembling. "It's your MO that gave you away. Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just desserts—your kind loves that, don't they?" You growl, pushing the stake further against his skin.

"Yeah, sure, okay." The man says. Agreeing is in his best interest, but he isn't meaning it. It's all an act.

The man glances nervously at the stake. "Just put the stake down!" He yells. You just push it further against his throat.

"Huntyr, maybe you should—" Dean starts. "No! There's only one creature powerful enough to do what you're doing. Making reality out of nothing, sticking people in time loops—in fact you'd pretty much have to be a god. You'd have to be a Trickster." You snarl, nearly breaking the man's skin.

"Ma'am, my name is Ed Coleman, my wife's name is Amelia, I got two kids, for crying out loud I sell ad space-" The man starts.

"Don't lie to me! I know what you are! We've killed one of your kind before!" You shout, cutting the Trickster off.

The man morphs into the Trickster I remember from a case a while back and grins. You, Sam, and Dean stare.

"Actually, bucko, you didn't." He says, smirking at you.

You gasp as the Trickster pushes you away making you land on your ass, hard. Dean rushes forward, pulling you up closer to him.

"Why are you doing this?" Sam demands, pulling out a stake of his own. "You're joking, right? You chuckleheads tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn't I do this?" The Trickster says, laughing. You glare at him and try to escape Dean's hold, but to no avail.

"And Hasselback, what about him?" Dean asks. "That putz? He said he didn't believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one." The Trickster says simply. You gape at him, disgusted. He laughs at your expression. "Then you guys showed up. I made you the second you hit town." You scowl at him, again struggling to get to him.

"So this is fun for you?! Killing Dean over and over again?!" You yell. "One, yes. It is fun. And two? This is so not about killing Dean. This joke is on you two. Watching your brother die, every day? Forever?" He laughs. "You son of a bitch." You growl, getting out of Dean's hold and rushing towards the damned thing. He simply flicks his wrist and you go flying back into Dean. The force of your flying makes you and Dean fall to the ground. Dean lands with a loud, "Son of a bitch!" You cringe at the impact, laying on top of your brother for a moment.

"Huntyr! Dean!" Sam yells. He turns towards the Trickster, murder in his eyes. "How long will it take you to realize? You can't save your brother. No matter what." The Trickster asks.

"Oh yeah? If I kill you, this all ends now." Sam threatens, making a big show of taking out his stake.

"Oh-oh, hey, whoa! Okay. Look. I was just playing around. You can't take a joke, fine. You're out of it. Tomorrow, you'll wake up and it'll be Wednesday. I swear." The Trickster says, holding up his hands.

"You're lying." Sam spits. "If I am, you know where to find me. Having pancakes at the diner." The Trickster smirks. Sam looks at you and Dean, then back at the Trickster.

"No. Easier to just kill you." He says, charging towards the Trickster.

"Sorry, kiddo. Can't have that." The Trickster says, snapping his fingers.