Yet another episode that I thought should have ended differently. Oh well, I can't complain. it's writing material :)
Basically, this is an alternate ending for the episode "Tall Tales," so there are spoilers if you haven't seen it yet.
Title: The Best Distraction
Warnings: Spoilers for TT
Disclaimer: Obviously, if I owned the show, this really would have happened.
The Best Distraction
With a devilish grin on his face, Dean sauntered down the aisle towards the stage, where two beautiful (and barely-dressed) ladies were waiting for him. What more could he ask for?
"It's a peace offering."
Dean froze, his heart stopping in his chest, whole body suddenly going numb as the girls on the bed shimmered and disappeared. He knew that voice. He'd missed that voice. "Dad?"
"In the flesh."
Slowly, breath hitching in his chest, Dean spun on his heels. Standing a few feet behind him, partially hidden by shadows, was his father. "You're not real," the younger hunter muttered, taking a careful step back.
"Does it matter?"
"It's not right."
"It's what you want," the illusion shrugged, "come on, son. It knows you. It knows what you want most."
"The Trickster?"
The man that looked like his father but wasn't nodded. "Forget about the Trickster, Dean. Come on, we can go play some catch, maybe go see a movie. We'll talk about what you and your brother have been up to since you got out of the hospital. You know, I hear the law's on your tail."
Dean shook his head, dropping his eyes. "I'm not letting it get away. He wouldn't have wanted me to let it get away."
"I'm giving you permission," the illusion smiled, "just come with me."
"Even if I do, as soon as it's outta Dodge, you'll disappear."
"No. Not if you still want me around. You do want me around, right, son?"
The subtle creak of floorboards behind him saved Dean from answering the terrible question. He spun again to find the janitor standing on the stage, hands shoved in his pockets, a large smile on his face.
"Come on, Dean," the Trickster grinned, "indulge yourself. You know you want it. You were willing to sell your soul for him. At least, this way, you don't lose anything."
"It's not the same," Dean pointed out, the weight of the wooden stake suddenly heavy at his side.
"You're right," the Trickster agreed, "he's better. Like an upgrade. See, he can't really die." It's grin widened, eyes sparkling. "And he'll love you. For the first time in your life, you can be the favorite son. He'll not only need you, he'll want you. Won't that be nice?"
Dean took another step back, his head spinning, and ran into something solid and warm. He spun again, starting to get a little dizzy, and found himself staring his father in the face.
"You always were my favorite," the illusion whispered, "you never questioned anything."
"You can't do this," Dean shouted, turning back to the thing on the stage, his heart pounding in his chest, "please."
The Trickster just continued to grin. "Give me the time I need to get out, and you can keep him. Forever."
"It's not right," the hunter moaned, eyes flicking to a point behind the creature, ears picking up the subtle scrape of wood against clothing.
"It's what you want," the Trickster argued as Sam and Bobby both rushed at it from backstage, stakes held high. The younger hunter's weapon pierced skin, and the illusionist fell, bleeding, to its knees.
From the corner of his eye, Dean could see his father shimmer and fade out. "Told you it would work," he sighed as his brother and their friend jumped down from the stage, "I'm the best distraction we've got."
The End. So, any comments? You know, I love it when people review :)