15 | it's tricky
































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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗜𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡

𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘺

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PRESENT DAY


Delaney laid on her stomach on her and Dean's bed with a lore book propped open in front of her. Sam was sat on the couch with multiple lore books spread out around him while Dean sat on Sam's bed eating from a paper plate filled with chilli cheese fries and the radio playing music to fill the silence of the room.

"Dude, you mind not eating that on my bed?" Sam snapped at Dean.

Dean shoved another handful of fries into his mouth. "No. I don't mind. How's research going?"

"You know how it's going? Slow," Sam replied, shutting one of the books he had opened on the table in frustration. "You know how it would go a heck of a lot faster? If I had my laptop."

Dean nodded with a sarcastic smile at his brother as he smiled around a mouthful of fries.

"Or if someone would stop eating and flipping through a magazine to help us research," Delaney retorted, glaring at Dean over her shoulder. He had done nothing but sit on Sam's bed and eat since they got to the motel to research whatever they were dealing with this for hunt. It was definitely odd and the trio waited for Bobby to show up so they could get his insight on it all. 

Until then, Delaney and Sam decided to read up a bit to see if they could find out anything while Dean took to eating and pouting since the Impala was all types of screwed up. Needless to say, Dean was extra sarcastic and pouty as of late.

"Can you turn that down, please?" Delaney huffed, sitting up on her knees. The music was not helping her concentration at all. If anything, it was heavily distracting.

"Yeah, absolutely," Dean reached over and turned the dial on the radio clockwise, making the radio louder than it already was.

Delaney shot Sam an exasperated look, practically begging him to help her out because if he didn't, Dean was going to be six feet under ground.

"Dean, maybe you should go somewhere for a while until Bobby comes," Sam suggested loudly so Dean could hear him over the music.

Dean shut off the radio and turned to his siblings. "Hey, I'd love to. That's a great idea. Unfortunately, my car's all screwed to Hell."

"I told you I have nothing to do - " Delaney was cut off by the sound of knocking on the motel room door. She rolled her eyes at a glaring Dean and walked over to the door, opening it to reveal Bobby. "Uncle Bobby!"

"Hey, Lane," Bobby greeted, kissing the top of Delaney's head as he passed her by and clapped Dean and Sam on the back as the two approached him. "Hey, boys. It's good to see you again so soon."

Sam smiled at Bobby as the group made their way over to the couch and Dean, Sam and Bobby sat on the couch while Delaney brushed some of the books on the table to the side and sat on the coffee table in front of the couch. "Thanks for coming so soon. We're really glad you came."

"So, um... what didn't you want to talk to me about on the phone?" Bobby asked.

"It's this job we're working," Delaney explained, crossing her legs beneath her on the table. "We... we weren't exactly sure you'd believe us."

Bobby scoffed lightly and made himself more comfortable on the couch. "Lane, I can believe a lot. You know that."

"It's just we've never seen anything like it - "

"Not even close," Dean finished for Sam. "We thought we could use some fresh eyes on this whole thing."

"So why don't you begin at the beginning?"

Delaney nodded and sighed. "Okay, um, it all started when caught wind of an obit. See, a professor took a nose dive from a fourth-story window, only there's a campus legend that the building's haunted. So we pretexted as reporters from the local paper."




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FLASHBACK - BAR 


Delaney sat in a local bar with two students from the campus, Curtis and Jen, with a voice recorder on the table.

"Yeah, we both had the professor for Ethics and Morality."

"Why do you think he did it?" Delaney asked the stocky jock boy.

Jen shrugged as she twirled her straw around her drink. "Who knows? He was tenured, wife and kids. His book is like a really big deal. Then again, who's to say it was suicide?"

"Jen, come on," Curtis groaned.

"Well, what else could it be?" Delaney questioned.

"You know about Crawford Hall."

Delaney shook her head and she sat up more in her chair at the possible lead. "No, I don't, actually."

"It's a bunch of crap, it's a total urban legend," Curtis argued, clearly not believing a word of this legend.

Jen shot the jock a glare. "Yeah, well, Heather's mom went to school here and she knew the girl."

"Wait, what girl?"

"Like, thirty years ago this girl was having an affair with some professor. He broke it off and she jumped out the window and killed herself," Jen explained while Curtis just laughed the whole time and shook his head.

"You know her name?" Delaney asked.

Jen shook her head, leaning her elbows on the table so she could lean in closer to Delaney and Curtis. "They say she jumped from six-six-nine. Get it? You turn the nine upside down..." She trailed off as Delaney had recognition flicker across her face. The devil's number. "So now she haunts the building and anyone who sees her... they don't live to tell the tale."

"Well, if no one lives to tell the tale then how does the tale get told?" Curtis countered.

"Curtis, shut up!"

Delaney smiled in amusement at the duo. The two vaguely reminded her of the types of sarcastic remarks her and Dean would shoot back and forth at each other. "Anyways, thanks for your help, guys." She shut off the voice recorder and made her way back over to Dean and Sam who were sat at the bar with three shot glasses in front of them. There was a dark and purplish liquid inside each of them. "Guys, what are you drinking?"

Dean burped and swiveled his chair around to face his baby sister as Sam did the same. "I don't know, kiddo. I think they're called Purple Nurples."

"Okay, well listen. I think we should go check out the professor's office," Delaney suggested, warily eyeing her two brothers.

"Oh, no, no, no. I think we can't right now. 'Cause I've got some feisty little wildcat on the hook. I'm about to reel her in."

Delaney opened her mouth to retaliate and tell Dean that they had a job to do, but Dean already turned away from her to call for the blonde behind him that had fishnet stockings and a face heavy with make-up. 

"Darla! This is our shuttle copilot, Major Layla. Major Layla, Starla."

Darla giggled and wrapped an arm around Dean and smiled drunkenly at Delaney. "Enchante."

"Hi..."

Darla stumbled back from Dean as she gagged, covering her mouth and then grinned again after a moment. Delaney had turned to Sam with a stern look at this point as she had no idea how he allowed Dean within thirty feet of this girl. He merely shot her a sheepish look and avoided eye contact with her."Sorry. Just trying to keep my liquor down."

"Good job!" Dean complimented the blonde and turned back to his sister. "Good news for Sammy, she has a sister."




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PRESENT DAY


"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean cut in to Delaney's retelling of what happened. "That is not what happened."

"No? So you and Sammy weren't drinking Purple Nurples?" Delaney shot at her brother.

"Yeah, maybe that, but... I do not say things like feisty little wildcat. Plus, her name wasn't Starla," Dean argued.

Delaney raised and eyebrow and crossed her arms. "Oh? Then what was it, Dean?"

Dean froze for a moment as he tried to think of what the girls' name was from the bar that night. "I don't know, but she was a classy chick. She was a grad student, Anthropology and Folklore. We were talking about local ghost stories with Sam while Delaney spoke to the other two grad students."




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FLASHBACK - BAR (AGAIN)


Delaney huffed as she approached the bar where Dean stood with a beautiful blonde girl in black heels and sleek black dress, the two making out against the bar. Sam was a few feet away as he drank his beer. "Dean, what do you think you're doing?"

Dean pulled away from the blonde and glanced over his shoulder at his sister who wore a bitch face. "Delaney, please. If you wouldn't mind, just give me five minutes here."

"Dean, this is a very serious investigation. We don't have time for any of your blah, blah, blah..."




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PRESENT DAY


"Right and that's how it really happened," Delaney snapped at Dean, her patience with him quickly thinning, especially when he described her as an annoying pest. "I don't even sound like that!"

"That's what you sound like to me."

Bobby quickly shot his hand out before Delaney could lunge for her brother. "Okay, whoa. What's going on with them?" He glanced to Sam for a help who held his hands up, practically saying he was staying out of this one.

"Nothing," Delaney said and lowered herself back down onto the table. "It's nothing."

"Oh, come on. You and Dean are arguing worse than an old married couple."

Dean pushed himself off the couch and walked over to the kitchenette on the other side of the room. "No, see, married couples can get divorced. Me and her? We're like, uh, Siamese twins."

Delaney rolled her eyes and took Dean's spot on the couch in between Sam and Bobby. "It's conjoined twins!"

"See what I mean?"

Delaney could feel both Sam and Bobby's eyes on her causing her to sigh. "Look, it's... we have just been on the road for too long. Tight quarters, all that. Don't worry about it."

Bobby nor Sam seemed to believe Delaney, but they let the situation go while Dean stood in the kitchenette as far from his sister as he could be. 

"So, anyway, we figured it might be a haunting so we went to check out the scene of the crime."




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FLASHBACK - CRAWFORD HALL


"So, how long you been working here?" Delaney asked the janitor that was so kind as to let her, Sam and Dean into the dead professor's office. The trio posed as electricians who wanted to wire the office.

"I've been mopping this floor for six years," the janitor replied and let the trio into the office, turning on the light for them. He paused when he saw the EMF meter in Sam's hands. "What's that for?"

Sam shrugged and ran the EMF meter along the walls of the office. "Just finding a wire in the walls."

The janitor crossed his arms as he leant against the archway leading towards the desk in the back of the office. "Huh, well... not sure why you're wiring up this office. It won't do the professor much good since he's... you know... dead. He actually went out that window right there."

Delaney glanced to the window that was still opened, the night breeze blowing the curtains. "Yeah? Were you working that night?"

"I'm the one who found him."

"You see it happen?" Sam questioned, continuing to check the office with the meter.

The janitor shook his head. "Nope. I just saw him come up here and well... uh..."

"What?" Delaney prodded.

The janitor rocked back on his heels, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jumpsuit. "He wasn't alone."

Dean walked over, mouthful of nuts from the glass bowl on the side table next to the couch against one wall of the office. "Who was he with?"




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PRESENT DAY


"Come on! I ate one, maybe two!" Dean argued.

"Just let me tell it, okay?" Delaney snapped, glaring at Dean for cutting off the story.

Dean made a face at her, turning his back to her again.




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FLASHBACK - CRAWFORD HALL (AGAIN)


"He was with a young lady," the janitor replied. "I told the cops about her but, ah ... I guess they never found her."

"You saw this girl go in, huh? You ever see her come out?" Delaney questioned.

"Now that you mention it... no."

Delaney and Sam exchanged the same look, the same thought seeming to come to both of them while Dean continued to eat the glass bowl of nuts in between them. "You ever see her around the campus before?"

"Not her."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, stuffing his face more of nuts as he did so.

"Look, I don't mean to cast aspersions on a dead guy, but, uh... Mr. Morality here? He brought a lot of girls up here. Got more ass than a toilet seat."

Dean laughed delightedly at the janitor's analogy while Sam and Delaney merely rolled their eyes at it.

"One more thing... this building only has four stories, right? So there wouldn't happen to be a room six-six-nine would there?" Delaney asked.

"Of course not. Why do you ask?"

Delaney sighed, realizing that maybe the urban legend really was just that. A legend. "Nothing, just curious."

After leaving the campus, the three siblings made their way back to the motel where they had to figure out what this could be. 

"No trace of EMF, that's for sure," Sam announced as he draped his jacket across the back of the chair at the table in the kitchenette or their motel room, dropping into the same chair in front of his laptop.

"Yeah, and that room Delaney mentioned is a load of crap."

Delaney sat down at the table next to Sam and ran a hand through her hair. "Okay, so what do you think? The professor's just a jumper? Legend's just a legend?"

"I don't know," Dean replied and handed Delaney a beer of her own while he handed the other in his hand to Sam. "I mean, the girl that the janitor described, that's pretty weird. We oughta check out the history of the building. See if any coed ganked herself there."

Delaney nodded and grabbed Sam's laptop which was quickly becoming both of their laptops since they both were on it together all the time. Sam even let her put a sticker of a unicorn he got for her on one of their small breaks between hunts. She froze when the laptop was frozen on a website with a photo of a busty and naked asian girl on the screen. She screamed and quickly shut the lid. 

"Dean!"

"What?" Dean asked, sticking his head out of the bathroom door.

"Were you on the laptop?" Delaney scoffed when Dean denied it. "Really? Cause it's frozen on a website called bustyasianbeauties."

Dean paused for a second as he pondered about when or if he had used the laptop and it seemed he did when he grimaced.

Before he could run back into the bathroom to hide from Delaney and Sam's wrath, Delaney yelled at him. "Dean, could you just... not touch Sam and I's stuff anymore?"

"Control your OCD would ya?"




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PRESENT DAY


"Did you dig up anything about the building or on the suicidal coed?" Bobby questioned, pacing around the room now as he got antsy just sitting down.

Sam scratched the back of his neck with a shake of his head. "No. History is clean."

"Then it's not a haunting," Bobby noted.

"Maybe not," Dean agreed, now sat on the couch again with Delaney while Sam and Bobby walked around the room in deep thought. "Tell you the truth, we're not really sure."

"What do you mean you're not sure?"

Delaney rolled her lips into her mouth, not really wanting to say what the boys had concluded earlier. "Um... it's weird. Even for us. See, this next part we didn't exactly see it happen ourselves, exactly, but... it's pretty damn weird."

"The kid Curtis that Delaney talked to at the bar was said to have been abducted by..." Sam trailed off, feeling weird for even saying it. "Aliens."

"Aliens?" Bobby balked, blinking at the three siblings. "Look, even if they are real they're sure as hell not coming to Earth and swipin' people."

"Hey, believe me. We know," Dean responded, slapping his hands to his sides. "But that's what was said."

"My whole life. I've never found evidence of a honest-to-God abduction. It's all just pranks and cranks."

Sam leant his back against the wall next to the couch Delaney and Dean sat on. "Yeah, that's what we thought, but we figured we'd at least to talk to the guy."




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FLASHBACK - BAR 


Dean and Sam sat at the bar table with Curtis while Delaney leant on the back of both of her brother's chairs with her hands. Curtis had three shots of what Delaney thought was vodka in front of him.

"You know, you ought to give those Purple Nurples a shot."

Curtis stared blankly at Dean who quickly shrank in his seat at the look.

"So, what happened, Curtis?" Delaney asked before Dean could open his mouth again and make himself look more like a fool.

Curtis crossed his arms on the table, almost seeming to shrink in on himself. "You won't believe me. Nobody does."

"Give us a chance. I promise this won't be in the papers. It's all off the record," Delaney assured the jock, knowing he wouldn't trust them if he thought they'd put it in their non-existent paper.

"I, uh... blacked out. Lost track of time and I didn't know where I was. They did tests on me and... uh..." Curtis trailed off, taking another shot and grimacing slightly as it slid down his throat. "They, uh... probed me."

Delaney bowed her head so the kid wouldn't see her trying not to laugh. Okay, maybe this whole alien thing was some kind nightmare he had and didn't actually happen. Though, when she heard aliens that should have been enough to tell her that it was crazy.

"They probed you?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, they probed me. Again and again and again..." Curtis stopped to throw back the last shot glass on the table. The three siblings exchanging the same look of both amusement and as if the kid were going crazy. "That's not even the worst part."

"How could it get any worse? An alien made you his bitch."

Curtis glared at Dean, whose smirk quickly wiped off his face at the look. "They... they made me... slow dance."




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PRESENT DAY


"You guys are exaggerating again, aren't you?"

The three siblings - who were all now sat on the couch together - looked to Bobby at the same time and replied in unison, "No."

"Then this frat boy's just nuts."

"We're not so sure."




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FLASHBACK - COLLEGE CAMPUS


The three siblings stood over the large, perfectly round scorch mark in the grass right in the middle of campus. "I'm telling you, guys. This had to have been made by a jet engine."

"You mean some saucer-shaped jet engine?" Dean asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He sounded just as confused as his other two siblings felt. Seriously, what was going on?"

"What else could it be?" Delaney shot back.

"What the hell?" Sam whispered.

"I don't know," Delaney ran a hand over her face, her head hurting from all the thoughts swimming around in it. This was definitely an odd case. What were they supposed to do with any of this information? "I mean, first the haunting and now this? The timing alone, there's gotta be some kind of connection here."

Dean turned to Delaney with a raised eyebrow. "You mean, between the angry spirit and the sexed-up ET? What could the connection possibly be?"

The trio decided to ask around the campus about the Curtis guy and what they thought really happened, or if they had any extra information on either one. They found one dark haired boy that were in the same frat house.

"So, you and this guy Curtis were in the same fraternity house?" Delaney asked. "You know what happened to him?"

The kid chuckled and fixed the bookbag strap on his shoulder. "He said it was aliens, but you know, whatever."

Delaney frowned and placed a comforting hand on the kid's shoulder. "Look, I know this must be so hard for you."

The kid shook his head, seeming indifferent about the whole thing. "Um, not so much, no. "

"But I want you to know..." Delaney continued as if the kid never even responded. "I'm here for you. You brave little solider. I acknowledge your pain. Come here." She brought the kid into a tight hug. "You're too precious for this world."




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PRESENT DAY


Delaney whipped her head around to glare at Dean who once again exaggerated to the fullest extent. "I did not say that, Dean!" 

Sam, who was now glad he sat between the two arguing siblings, nudged Delaney's side to let it go. She glared at him next for not backing her up on this.

"You're always saying pansy stuff like that," Dean argued back.

Bobby eyed the oldest and youngest Winchester, still not knowing why the duo were fighting more than usual. 




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FLASHBACK - CAMPUS (AGAIN)


"Well, um... thanks," the kid said uncomfortably as Delaney released him. "And thanks for the hug... but... I'm okay. Really." He stepped back from the siblings and stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets as a cold breeze blew by. "To tell you the truth, whatever happened to Curtis - he had it coming."

"Why is that?" Dean questioned.

"He's our pledge master. Put us through hell this semester and got off on it. So now he knows how we feel," the kid explained.

Dean hummed with a nod and turned to Delaney, rubbing her back. "It's okay."

After finishing up with the student, the siblings made their way back to the motel to hopefully find more information if they could through the lore books and research. 

"Still doesn't make a lick of sense," Dean said, leading the way into the room and shrugged of his jacket, tossing it onto the bed he shared with Delaney. "But, hey, at leas there's one connection."

"Between what?" Delaney asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed with Sam sitting next to her. 

Dean dropped down onto the chair across from the couch. "The professor and the, uh, frat guy. They're both dicks."

Delaney snorted and grabbed the bag that she had placed the laptop in the night before. "Oh, and that's a connection?"

"You got anything better to go on, I'd love to hear it."

Delaney rolled her eyes at Dean and furrowed her eyebrows when the laptop was nowhere in sight. "Where's the laptop, Dean?"

"I don't know," Dean waved Delaney off, thinking she just misplaced it as the girl stood up with Sam to look for it. "I mean, think about it. A philandering professor gets a dead girl. A pledge master gets hazed."

"I left it in the bag," Delaney said, waving the brown leather laptop bag in her hand.

Dean shot Delaney a look that said what do you want to me do about. "You obviously didn't, Delaney. I mean, these punishments... they are almost poetic. Actually, it'd be more like a limerick, but still - "

"Okay, hilarious," Delaney remarked, standing in front of Dean with her arms crossed while Sam continued to look for the laptop. Maybe they really didn't put it back in the bag and just forgot where they put it. "Ha ha. Where did you it?"

"What, the laptop?"

"Yeah, where'd you hide it?"

Dean threw his hands to the side and narrowed his eyes at his sister. "Why the hell would I take the laptop?"

"Because no one else could have, Dean. We keep the door locked and we don't let any of the maids in," Delaney argued, quickly becoming annoyed with her brother.

"Looks like you lost it, Pointdexter."

Man, Delaney wanted to punch the smirk off Dean's face right about then. "Dean, you know something? I put up with a lot from you."

"Delly..."

Delaney held a hand up for Sam to shut up and just keep searching the room for the laptop so they could do more research on whatever odd thing was taking place on the campus.

"What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around."

"Yeah?" Delaney challenged and gestured towards the kitchenette that was dirty no thanks to him. "Your dirty socks are in the sink and your food takes up the fridge."

"What's wrong with my food?"

Delaney grimaced at the thought of the aging food in the fridge. She didn't even want to open the thing because she didn't want to know what smell would come out of it. "It's not food anymore, Dean, it's Darwinism! And, you know what, all I ask is for to not touch Sammy or I's things."

Dean gave Delaney a look that vaguely reminded her of the ones John would give her when she was throwing a tantrum when she was younger. Usually it was a look that would stop her cold in her tracks, ending the whole thing. Well, today wasn't one of those days. "You done?"

"How would you feel if Sam or I messed with the Impala?"

"It would be the last thing you ever did."




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PRESENT DAY


"Did you take the laptop?" Bobby asked Dean, the group now sat around the table in the kitchenette.

"Serves her right, but no. I didn't."

Delaney slammed her hands on the table with a dark glare. "Well, Sammy and I didn't lose it. I don't lose things."

"Oh, that's right, because you're Ms. Perfect," Dean retorted, taking a sip from his beer bottle.

Bobby waved his hands to end the argument between the two siblings. Again. "Okay, knock it off, you two. Why don't you just tell me what happened next?"

Sam sighed tiredly and ran a hand over his face. "There was one more victim. Now this we didn't see for ourselves, either. We kind of put it together from the evidence, but this guy... he was a research scientist. Animal testing.

"A real dick - which fits the pattern. Cops didn't release his cause of death because they had no clue what it was. So we had to investigate for ourselves."




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FLASHBACK - MORGUE


Delaney, Dean and Sam stood in the morgue with the body drawer opened, the white body blanket pulled back to reveal extremely mangled remains. Delaney quickly covered her mouth and nose with a grimace, taking a step back from the drawer to put some distance between her and the smell. 

"This is nasty," Dean gagged, turning his face away from the drawer as the smell smacked all of them in the face. "Mutilated?"

"Looks to me like something was hungry," Sam commented, his hand also over his mouth and his nose.

Delaney coughed into her hand, trying to keep the bile that was rising in her throat down. "They identify him?"

"A research scientist at the college. Guess where his office was," Sam informed, bending down to inspect the remains a bit closer. "Crawford Hall, same as the professor."

"That's right where Curtis had his close encounter," Delaney noted. Maybe there was something to this Crawford Hall.

Sam grabbed the magnifying light on the table behind them and peers through it at the corpse. "Looks like... a belly scale is on the remains. A belly scale from an alligator?"

Dean seemed to disbelieve the fact as it was way too weird. "An alligator in the sewer. Come on, Sammy."

"You never heard the urban legend, Dee?" Delaney asked, her hand coming away from her face now that she was used to the putrid smell. "A kid flushes a baby alligator down the toilet and it grows huge in the sewer."

"Yeah, but no one has ever found one. I mean, they're not real," Dean stated, throwing his hands around.

"Well, alien abduction isn't either, but something chomped on this guy," Sam added with a shrug. "Who knows?"

Dean shook his head, staring down at the remains. "This could not get any weirder. I'll call Bobby and see if he's run into something like this before."

"Oh, I'm sure he has. Just your typical haunted campus, alien abduction, alligator-in-the-sewer gig. Yeah, it's simple."




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"We decided to search the sewer anyway. So we split up, each taking one end of campus. Delly and I stuck together on this one," Sam explained to Bobby. "Mainly because I didn't want her drowning Dean in the sewer with how tense the two of them have been lately."

"I wouldn't have drowned him," Delaney grumbled and rolled her lips into her mouth when Sam shot her a look that said he knew she was lying. Maybe she wouldn't have drowned him, but one of them would have been leaving without a limb if Sam had let the two be alone.

"Did you find anything?"

Dean shot Delaney a look who had no idea why she was getting stared down as if she were a criminal. She had done nothing. "I found something, but not in the sewer."




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FLASHBACK - MOTEL ROOM


The sound of the motel room door slamming closed caused Delaney to jump. She looked up from her spot on the couch to see a pissed off Dean and his dark look was aimed right at her. 

"You think this is funny, Delaney?"

Delaney and Sam both exchanged a confused glance, neither knowing why Dean was so red in the face. "It depends on what you are talking about."

"The Impala!"

"Um... what about the car?" Sam asked, turning his head so he could see Dean.

Dean waved Sam off and continued to glare darkly at their baby sister. "You can't let the air out of the tires, Delaney! You're gonna bend the rims!"

"Whoa, wait a minute!" Delaney stood to her feet and pointed to her chest. "I didn't do anything to the Impala! I've been in the motel room or with Sammy the past two hours."

"Oh yeah?" Dean challenged and brandished Delaney wallet from his pocket. "Then how did i find this by the car?"

Delaney's eyes widened and she patted down her pockets. When the hell did she lose that thing? She could have sworn she had it this whole time. "Hey, give me back my wallet!"

Dean chuckled humorlessly and waved the wallet in his hand. "Oh, no way. Consider it reparations for, uh, emotional trauma. If I could ground your ass, Delaney Elizabeth, I would."

"Dean, she's been with me the whole time!" Sam defended Delaney.

Dean turned his dark look onto Sam. "Don't try and cover for this Impala-ruining brat!"

"Oh my God! You are seriously the most dramatic person I have ever met!" Delaney barked at her brother. "Mind you, I was friends with people from the drama club!"

Dean threw his jacket onto the bed and only held the wallet higher when Delaney tried to jump up and grab the wallet. He had the unfair advantage of being 6'1 while she was a mere 5'3. "No, Delaney!"

"Dean, I have had it up to here with you!" Delaney snapped, holding her hand way above her head.

"Yeah? Same here, Delaney," Dean snapped back.

Delaney reached for the wallet again that Dean had brought down when he turned to yell back at her. However, he held it above Delaney's head and laughed as she struggled to reach for the wallet since she was so short compared to him.

"Come on, shrimp, if you want it then you have to reach for it."

"Seriously, you're both children." Sam sighed, dropping back down onto the chair and ignoring the bickering siblings.




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PRESENT DAY


"Okay, I've heard enough," Bobby placed his hands on his hips.

"Then you showed up about an hour after that," Dean explained.

Bobby glanced to Sam who looked just as tired as he did about Dean and Delaney's bickering. "I'm surprised at you both, Dean and Delaney.  I really am. First off, Lane, Dean didn't take the laptop."

"Ha!" Dean laughed and pointed at his baby sister.

"But, Uncle Bobby, I - "

Bobby held a hand up to stop Delaney's outburst and Dean's smirk fell off his face when Bobby turned to him. "And, Dean, Delaney did not touch the Impala."

"Ha!" Delaney mocked her brother and earned herself a slap upside the head from him. "Ow, asshole!" She hit him back and Sam rolled his eyes, removing Delaney from her seat and taking her seat next to Dean while she sat in Sam's previous seat.

"Knock it off, children."

"Thank you, Sam," Bobby heavily exhaled, tiredly running a hand over his face. "And if you guys bothered to pull your heads out of your asses, the whole thing would have been obvious. You got a trickster on your hands."

Dean snapped his fingers with a grin. "I knew it!"

"What? No, you didn't," Sam retorted, shoving lightly Dean to shut up.

"I got to tell you... Delaney and Dean were the biggest clue," Bobby cut in. "These things create chaos and mischief as easy as breathing, and it's got you so turned around and at each other's throats, you can't even think straight. Sam was just too annoyed and tired with your bickering, he didn't notice it either."

"The laptop," Delaney whispered.

"The tires."

Bobby nodded and scratched his beard. "Yeah, he knows you're onto him. It's been playing you two like fiddles."

"So, what is it?" Dean asked. "Wha... spirit, demon, what?"

"Well, more like demigods, really. There's Loki in Scandinavia. There's Anansi in West Africa. Dozens of them. They're immortal, and they can create things out of thin air. Things as real as you and me. Make them vanish just as quick."

Delaney sat up in her chair as realization dawned on her. "Like the angry spirit, the alligator and the alien abduction."

"The victims fit the MO, too," Bobby continued. "Tricksters target the high and the mighty to knock 'em down a peg, usually with a sense of humor. Deadly pranks, things like that."

"Bobby, what do these things look like?" Sam inquired.

"A human, mostly."

Delaney's gaze slowly met her brothers as the three realized who the trickster was. "The janitor."




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"Just because he reads the Weekly World News doesn't mean he's our guy," Delaney said, waving the newspaper in her hand. While the two boys kept Trickster occupied on the third floor, she went down to the basement where the employee's lockers were and found a copy of the newspaper in Trickster's locker to find a Weekly World News article that had the title ALIENS ABDUCT CHEERLEADERS. "You read it, too."

"I'm telling you, it's him," Dean argued back. "Who else could it possibly be, Delaney?"

"We need more proof than this. That's all," Delaney defended.

Dean stopped Delaney and Sam from walking any further down the campus. "Okay, another thing Bobby mentioned was that these suckers have a metabolism like an insect. Alright? A real sweet tooth."

"I didn't find any candy bars," Delaney informed him. "Or sugar. Not even Equal."

Dean shrugged and glanced around them. "It's probably because you missed something."

"Dean, can you - "

"I don't miss things," Delaney cut Sam off and glared at Dean. 

Dean scoffed and crossed his arms. "Oh, yeah, because you're Ms. Perfect."

"What? Are you still mad at me for what Trickster did to your precious car?"

"You have been a tight ass long before Trickster showed up," Dean countered, annoyed.

The oldest and youngest Winchester have a stare down with each other, neither one wanting to be the first to break eye contact. However, it Dean to break the eye contact and looked away from his sister.

"Look, you two just stay here and keep an eye on the janitor. I'll go to his place and see if I can find anything before we go barging in and staking him. Just please wait till I get back, okay?"

Dean sighed and relented, waving Delaney off to go do what she needed to before they would go in guns blazing.




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Happy with how well the fake fight between her and Dean went, Delaney rushed back to Bobby to grab what they needed. She purposely took long enough so that Dean was left alone and would frustratedly go in by himself, like they planned. The two had made up after they found out the other didn't do anything wrong and it was all due to Trickster. 

Bobby and Sam were both just glad they wouldn't have to listen to the two siblings go at each other's throats any longer. It was rather tiring if they were honest. Bobby had only had to deal with it for all of two hours as the three explained the story to him and he was exhausted by the end with all of the bickering between Delaney and Dean.

Bobby and Delaney made their way through Crawford Hall and down to the stage where they heard a Barry White song coming from. They entered through two separate doors to the auditorium with stakes in their hands, the doors slamming behind them and causing Dean and Trickster to glance up the steps to where Bobby and Delaney stood. On the stage below sat a round red bed with a tacky canopy and a disco ball that slowly rotated above. The two women the Trickster must have materialized are sat on the end, both in lingerie with suggestive and flirty glances on their faces. 

Trickster turned to Dean with an impressed look. "That you and your sister had outside... that was a trick? Hmm. Not bad."

Dean slowly removed a stake from the inside of his jacket and shot Trickster a condescending smirk.

"You want to see a real trick?"

Delaney tensed up when she heard a chainsaw rev behind her. She whirled around to see a masked man with a chainsaw stood behind her. It was almost as if Trickster had copied and pasted the killer from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies. She ducked as the man swung the chainsaw at her and she quickly scrambled away. Bobby jumped in to help her out, the man sawing Bobby's stake in half.

Dean and Sam were flung into the stage seats by the two woman below and groaned as they both lost the stakes they had somewhere in their fight with the two women. Delaney rushed over and grabbed the stake as Trickster slowly made his way towards her brothers. She tossed it to Dean and he caught it effortlessly with one hand.

"Dean and Sam, I didn't want to have to do this."

Dean growled as he turned and shoved the stake into Trickster's heart. "Me neither."

Trickster fell dead into a seat while the chainsaw man and two women vanish from sight.

Delaney collapsed onto a theater chair and tiredly sighed. This hunt was too much.

Dean threw the stake to the side and rushed over to his sister, crouching in front of her while Sam and Bobby stopped behind him. "Are you okay?"

"Just tired," Delaney admitted, rubbing her eyes and smiling reassuringly at Dean to show she really was okay.

"Well, I gotta say... he had style," Dean said and stood to his full height, standing next to the chair Delaney sat in and ran over a hand over her hair. "Come on, kiddo. You can sleep in the car, okay?"

Delaney yawned as she stood up and nodded, following the boys outside the building and towards the Impala. The two Winchester boys stumbled slightly and held their sore heads from being flung around like rag dolls. Those women were way stronger than they looked.

"Bobby, thanks a lot," Sam said, turning to Bobby once they were near the Impala. "We couldn't have - "

"Hey, save it! Let's just get the hell out of Dodge before somebody finds that body."

Delaney tugged on Dean's sleeve and he looked down to her.

"What is it, Della?"

Delaney smiled as Dean hadn't called her that in days and she didn't realize how much she could miss a loving nickname until then. "I... uh.. just wanted to say that I'm..."

"Me too, baby girl," Dean smiled back at her and brought her into his chest, squeezing her tight and kissed the top of her head.

"You guys are breaking my heart. Could we please just leave?" Bobby pleaded, not wanting to be in this area any longer than they had to.

Dean and Delaney pulled away before the four got into the car, putting this place in their rearview mirror for good. Thank God.






























AUTHORS NOTE

Hi hey hello

Wow this chapter bounced between flashbacks and real time so much I got whiplash. Our friend Trickster made his first appearance and we love that. Just SIX more chapters to go yall before we begin Book and Season three AHHHHH! I am both ready and not ready at the same time.



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