Dean scowled as he inched his way higher up the tower, his muscles aching.
"I hate that damn Trickster," he muttered.
Glancing back to check on his brother's progress, he saw the ground was further away than he thought. He whipped his head back, feeling a little dizzy.
"You alright?" Sam called.
"I'm fine!" Dean growled, hauling himself up further. He could see the window just out of reach. After another minute of scrambling up the side of the tower, Dean finally managed to grab onto the window sill and drag himself up to it. He tumbled none too gracefully onto the floor on the other side.
He leaned out of the window and looked down to his brother, still climbing. Sam glared at him and Dean smirked.
"Hurry up, old man!"
"Funny. I thought you were the old man."
Dean tossed Sam a sarcastic eye roll before looking around the room. There were paintings covering every inch of the pink walls, golden haired girls and flowers and... Dean sighed.
"I really hate that damn Trickster."
As he swept his gaze across the room, he caught sight of something that made his eyes widen and mouth water.
"Pie!" he shouted, striding towards it without a second thought. The Trickster was the furthest thing from his mind as he half-walked, half-ran towards the delicious pie just sat there on the table, all alone and with no one to eat it.
He was just about to grab it when he heard Sam's voice behind him.
"Dean, look out!"
He looked up quickly, only to be met with something large, grey and heavy.
Sam winced as whoever was hiding behind the doorway slammed the frying pan into his brother's face. He pulled himself over the edge of the window and stumbled over to him. Dean was out cold and Sam couldn't help but chuckle. He was going to have one hell of as headache when he woke up.
He backed off a little in case whoever was there decided to smack him in the face with the pan. He held his gun in both hands by his side, ready. He was honestly surprised about who walked out from hiding, frying pan held tightly out in front of her.
The girl couldn't be older than seventeen, eighteen at the most. She wore a purple puffy-sleeved dress, but what was more interesting was her hair. Beautifully golden, it trailed along the floor like a giant gold snake. Sam followed it, flicking his gaze between the girl and where her hair lay. It was everywhere. On the floor, hanging over beams in the roof, across furniture. He had the sneaking suspicion he knew where the Trickster had sent them this time. He was just surprised that they'd moved out of TV Land and into Movie World.
"Let me guess, Rapunzel?" Sam asked, glad that Dean was unconscious and drooling on the floor. He would have given him more grief over how much he knew about fairytales. It wasn't his fault he preferred them to hunting stories. There was only so much a kid could take.
The girl frowned in confusion.
"How do you know who I am?"
Sam opened his mouth to reply, then thought about it. No matter what he said it would sound incredibly strange. Before he could think of something to say, Rapunzel beat him to it.
"You're here for my hair," she said with more confidence, brandishing her frying pan and inching towards him,
"Well you're not getting it."
Sam stepped back, unsure as to whether to threaten the girl with a gun. Shooting Rapunzel couldn't be a good thing.
Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, Castiel decided to show up, walking out from where Rapunzel had been hiding. Finally. They hadn't seen him since the Nutcracker incident. Sam winced inwardly, pushing that aside and glancing at the angel was he walked past Rapunzel and looked at something on her shoulder. Nestled under a lock of hair, a small green lizard was sat, giving Castiel what Sam could only describe as an evil glare. When a long tongue shot out and stuck to Castiel's forehead, Sam realised it was a chameleon.
He felt like just throwing himself out the window. First his brother is decked with a frying pan by Rapunzel, then Castiel is attacked by a freaking chameleon... there was something seriously wrong with that Trickster.
Castiel peeled the chameleon's tongue from his forehead and let it snap back to the little lizard. The creature shot back into Rapunzel's hair, a squeaky growl emitting from deep within the golden locks. Castiel looked down at Dean, still out like a light, then up to Sam.
"How long have you been there?" Sam interrupted before Castiel could speak.
"And you couldn't be bothered stopping Dean from getting slammed in the face with a frying pan?"
Castiel looked at the chameleon again, "He was very... intriguing."
Sam was really starting to lose his patience now. Castiel seemed to notice and turned his attention back to the hunter.
"The Trickster. He..."
In a flash, Castiel vanished. Sam growled in frustration, looking around for the Trickster. He wondered if he could get Rapunzel to give him a good whack to the face with her frying pan.
It turned out not to be. Distracted as he flicked his gaze about the room for the being that had him trapped here, he didn't see Rapunzel take a step forward. The next thing he knew was something slamming into his face and the lights going out and plunging everything into darkness.
When he awoke, he found himself lying on a forest trail by a small clearing, staring up at the sky. Sitting up too quickly, he had to pause to let his head stop spinning. When it finally did he looked to his side to see Dean flat on his back. Sam shook him awake.
He groaned as he opened his eyes slowly and sat up, rubbing his head.
"What happened?" he asked groggily "I remember the tower, and the pie..."
"You were smacked in the face with a frying pan by Rapunzel," Sam said, holding back a laugh as he remembered. Dean looked at him like he was insane.
"You know, the princess locked in the high tower for her whole life with the really long hair? 'Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair'?"
Dean shook his head, "You and your fairytales."
They were quiet for a moment, looking around to try and figure out where they were now. At last, Dean spoke.
"Wait, is Rapunzel a TV show?"
Sam shook his head, and Dean sighed, "Movie. Great. Another ton of places we could get dumped. Awesome."
Just then, the sound of someone coming down the trail had them on their feet in a flash and hiding behind a line of trees. They watched carefully as two people came stopped in the clearing. The young dark-haired girl stood motionless as the pale, taller boy seemed to stalk around her. Dean and Sam exchanged glances.
"You're impossibly fast, and strong," the girl started, catching the hunters' attention.
"Your skin is pale white and ice cold. Your eyes change colour and sometimes you speak like... like you're from a different time. You never eat or drink anything. You don't go out in the sunlight. How old are you?"
Sam and Dean stared at each other, both thinking the same thing. What was the chick going on about, and what was she smoking? The boy looked over her shoulder.
"How long have you been seventeen."
The boy paused for a while, hesitant. At last he answered.
"I know what you are," the girl said, making Sam and Dean frown in confusion. They certainly had no idea. It had aspects of a lot of different creatures they'd fought.
"Say it. Out loud."
Dean couldn't hold back a snort of laughter, which made the two in the clearing look up in surprise. Dean pressed his hand over his mouth as he tried not to burst out laughing. Sam tried to glare at him, but couldn't he was also trying to stop laughing. A vampire? Seriously?
For once, Dean thought as he watched the 'vampire' grab the girl's hand and run off into the forest, he might actually like where he got dumped.