Supernatural2005

[Castiel enters, looking worse for wear]

Dean Winchester:
You okay?

Castiel:
I don't have much time.

Sam Winchester:
What happened?

Castiel:
I got out.

Dean Winchester:
From where?

Castiel:
Listen to me! Something is not right, this thing is much more powerful than it should be.

Dean Winchester:
What thing, the Trickster?

Castiel:
If it *is* a Trickster.

Sam Winchester:
What do you mean? [Castiel gets flung against the wall, the Trickster enters, applause]

Trickster:
Hello! Thank you! Thank you! Please, stop. [Castiel gets up, his mouth is taped shut]

Trickster:
[brightly] Hey, Castiel! [the Trickster flicks a hand, Castiel vanishes]

Sam Winchester:
You know him?

Dean Winchester:
Where did you just send him?

Trickster:
Relax. He'll live. [pause] Maybe.

Dean Winchester:
[angry, advancing] All right, you know what? I'm done with the monkey dance. 'Kay? We get it.

Trickster:
Yeah? Get what, Hot Shot?

Dean Winchester:
Playing our roles, right? That's your game?

Trickster:
That's *half* the game.

Sam Winchester:
What's the other half?

Trickster:
Play your roles, out there.

Dean Winchester:
What's that supposed to mean?

Trickster:
Oh you know! Sam, starring as Lucifer! Dean, starring as Michael! You're Celebrity Deathmatch! Play your roles!