Unsure of how it happened, unsure of how to get out, unsure of what exactly you’re in. All the Trickster has told you three is to play the game, or die. All in good fun, of course.

You’re in Dr. Sexy M.D. Dean’s guilty pleasure of a show, that was more like a soap opera than a hospital show. This was supposed to be a simple hunt, but if you three were hunting the Trickster, it never was.

You three are still unsure how exactly you’re expected to play this game. There’s no set of rules, no guidelines, no instructions—you were playing it by ear. All you’ve deciphered so far is playing the part. Don’t play the part and, probably, die. Fun and games, fun and games. You can only hope you don’t get hurled into a sappy rom-com next or a slasher film.

You can hardly believe Sam is wanting to talk to the Trickster. Sure he’s a powerful being but fat chance the being will actually want to help you three. The Trickster had said ‘Survive the next 24 hours and we’ll talk’ Talk? Dean was convinced the Trickster was toying with you all now. The second the Trickster vanished leaving you to your devices, Dean felt the need to point out his brother’s faulty plan.

“Oh, by the way. Talking with monsters? Hell of a plan.” Sam looks exasperated, it isn’t like he said it was their only plan. it had been a suggestion getting some help with some apocalyptic bullshit that was way out of their league. It had just been a suggestion. “Just, what do we do now?”

A few doctors hastily walk by.

“Doctor.” They nod, “Doctor.” Sam says with a nod, “Doctor.” Dean mimics, “Doctor.” You feel compelled to say. Play the part.