Some of you put this on alert, so I figured- What the hell, I like making obscure refrences and beating up Castiel...So, viola! The real final chapter.

FOR THE RECORD: I do not own Supernatural, Family Guy, Dora the Explora, Wille E. Coyote, Pinky and the Brain, Dr. Sexy MD, Nutcracker!, Desperate Housewives, Lost, Power Puff Girls, Burn Notice, or Star Trek.

Chapter Two: Influential Television

Bobby wheeled himself out of the kitchen over to the living room. He clicked on the old TV he hadn't used in ages and relaxed.

Grumpily, he flipped the channels until he saw that Dr. Sexy, MD was playing. He watched intently for a few minutes as Dr. Picolo, the sexy yet earnest surgeon, performed surgery.

"What!" he gestured at the screen. "That's not how you set a bone!"

He watched intently as Dr. Picolo began to sew up the other wounds. He yelled at her, "Do your damn job right or not at all!"

Rolling his eyes, he changed the channel and settled back. He sipped his beer as the he watched his favorite Japanese game show. "Answers obvious, idiot," he growled in fluent Japanese, "it's Edison! How do you not know who the Wizard of Menlo Park is?"

As the next contests came onto Nutcracker! he nearly choked on his beer. Wiping froth from his beard, he hastily grabbed his cell phone.

"Hello?" came the tired answer.

"Castiel," Bobby straightened his hat, "you there?"

"Where else would I be?" The angel replied grumpily.

"What are you doing?" Bobby questioned the angel's strange tone.

Castiel looked up at the large plasma screen TV he had been watching in the vacant house. The exciting climax of Desperate Housewives was playing before him, and every second he talked on the phone was another he missed. "Nothing." He snapped. "What is it?"

"I need you to go find Sam and Dean." Bobby sighed. "Those idjits are in a mess of a trouble."

Castiel glared at the phone, willing for his intense dislike of this interruption during his new found discovery of television to be audible. "Fine. Do you even know where they are?"

"Wellington, Ohio."

"Can it wait twenty minutes?"

Bobby looked onto the TV as Sam was brutally hit in the nuts. After a sharp intake of breath he shook his head. "No. Strap on your angel wings and go now."

"Yes sir." Castiel rolled his eyes and hung up.

Susan looked at Mike longingly as Castiel sadly clicked off the television.

With a flutter he was at their motel. He noticed the TV, but figured it could wait. He went outside the Daisy Motel and found the Impala's trail.

Meanwhile, Bobby watched Dean stumble through his Japanese. "Who taught that boy how to conjugate?"

When he saw Castiel appear his eyes widened. To his dismay the all three of them disappeared from the Nutcracker! within minutes.

Bobby quickly changed the channel surfing for the Winchesters or Castiel.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

After fighting the Chicken, surviving Acme, and being fed mouse pelts, Castiel was rudely wakened by a kick to the ribs.

"Who are you is what I ask because I wish to know who you are since you are not me and I know who I am I ask who you are!" Shouted a very short monkey at Castiel.

Castiel looked up at the flowing purple cape, the white boots, and stripped helmet. "Castiel?" he said dazedly.

Mojo Jojo glared at him. "What are your intentions for invading my laboratory which you have invaded when you burst into my laboratory?"

Castiel stood up and looked around the dome shaped laboratory. "Can you repeat that?"

Mojo Jojo huffed. Suddenly a high pitched falsetto voice wafted around them, "Mojo can't you see? He doesn't belong here."

"Oh great." Mojo Jojo rolled his eyes. "It's Him."

"Mojo, don't be rude. You were planning having me help you this afternoon." Him continued as he appeared. He snapped his pink claws as he approached Castiel. "Maybe he could help us as well."

Mojo Jojo looked at Castiel. "He doesn't even wear a cape like a decent villain that would wear a cape which I do because I am the greatest villain of all time."

"Do you even listen to yourself talk?" Him sighed, turning to Castiel. "And you, what brings you here? A life of crime?"

Castiel looked at them. He started to back away. "I think I'll stick to flying solo."

There was a shattering noise as three similarly dressed kindergartners burst into the laboratory.

"You're not going to do any evil today!" Buttercup shouted.

"Yeah!" Blossom chorused. "You may have gotten Him to make us think the Gang Green Gang was up to no good but we recognize your monkey business!"

Castiel looked around the motley crew. "Um, I'm going to leave…"

"Oh so, now you're recruiting?" Bubbles smirked. "Let us submit our application!"

The girls flew at them with their fists held out. Him threw up his claws as Buttercup clashed into him. She yelled as she began using her laser vision to break apart Him.

Buttercup easily grabbed Mojo Jojo by the cape and flung him at the wall.

"No wait!" Castiel started to say as Bubbles began to furiously hit him.

Bubbles flew around him, her pig tails flying. Castiel struck out blindly, miraculously hitting Bubbles. She fell to the floor. Standing up she glared at him and inhaled.

"Oh no." Casitel's eyes widened as a sense of foreboding came over him.

Bubbles used her ice breath to freeze the angel in place. She looked over at her sisters. "I got him!"

She pointed excitedly at the snow angel, but when she looked back he was disappearing rapidly.

Castiel thawed quickly as he reappeared on a tropical island.

"Hello, stranger," said the blonde southerner to him, "you look like you could use a drink."

Castiel looked at him, and shrugged. He took the offered flask. After one long swallow he handed it back. "Castiel." He sputtered.

"Sawyer." The man smiled. "Welcome to the island."

Castiel smiled back, glad to finally see a friendly face. To his dismay, his vision started to go black around the edges. Behind him he heard a rustling sound, as he turned around a tall bald man slammed the butt of a riffle into his head. "We don't like the Others." Sawyer hissed, standing over the unconscious angel.

Locke looked up at Sawyer. "Help me drag him to the hatch."

Sawyer nodded. "And then I'll get Sayid. He'll get answers from this bastard."

When Castiel woke up, Sayid was standing over him shaking his head sadly. "Castiel, is it? Care to tell us where your base camp is?"

"What?" Castiel said incredulously.

Sayid picked up a small blade. Running it lightly over Castiel's jaw line, he hissed, "That's not what I wanted to hear."

Castiel looked at him fearfully. "I don't know anything I swear!"

Sayid pressed the blade harder, creating a shallow cut starting at Castiel's eyebrow going down only an inch. "Then how'd you get here!"

Castiel uttered a string of obscenities at the Iranian.

Sayid stepped back. "Do you honestly expect me to believe your bull shit?"

He set down the knife and looked at the other tools he had, a screw driver, some bamboo… He shrugged. "You know what, I'm sick of this island. I've been looking for a reason to beat something."

Reeling his fist back he brought he slammed it into Castiel's jaw.

Castiel inhaled sharply as he saw stars. When his vision cleared, the scenery was different. Castiel looked up at the palm trees and rolled over. He stood up and took deep breaths.

He heard the cocking sound of a gun and turned around. Michael Weston held the gun at point blank range. "Where's Fiona?" Michael hissed.

Castiel threw up his hands. He sorely wished he was back fighting the Chicken, where at least he could hit back. Castiel looked around and swallowed. "The Sunshine motel?" he tried.

Michael's brow furrowed. "There's no such place in Miami. You're lying."

He fired the gun.

As it was about to impact Castiel suddenly found himself in a strange cavern standing next to three red-shirt-wearing men. They all spun around at his appearance holding out their phasers shakily.

Castiel held up his hands. "I mean you no harm."

They shared a glance. "You must be one of the miners." The leader of the trio said. "We'll escort you back up to the surface."

Castiel bit his lip. "Okay…"

Suddenly, a devil in the dark burst out of one of the winding tunnels that surrounded them. The larger dark brown creature, with lava pooling across it's back, reared as it lunged at them.

"The Horta!" The second ensign screamed.

Castiel looked up in terror as the Horta brought her weight down upon him. Her black underside engulfed him with fiery intent. To Castiel's dismay he wasn't disappearing, but slowly being burned alive despite his screams.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

"Oh come on!" Bobby screamed at the television. He threw down his beer. "There was three red shirts there! You can't kill original characters until you kill the red shirts!"

Bobby clicked his remote angrily.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

As he felt the pain sear across his burning flesh there was fizzing sound and reappeared in the warehouse whole and un-burnt. He glared at Gabriel.

"I'm fine." He snapped at the Winchesters.

After dealing with Gabriel, they walked out to the car. Casitel stood by the warehouse door way while Sam and Dean talked by the Impala. Inside was his brother, Castiel remembered when he had grown up with Gabriel all the games they had played. The kid had always been a joker, but now… Castiel's face fell when he thought of all the ways his family had been torn asunder.

He walked over to Sam and Dean, his new brothers in arms. They were a little rough around the edges, but that's what made a family.

Dean glanced at him. "Castiel you look like hell."

"Same to you, princess," he snapped.

Sam laughed. "C'mon guys, let's get the hell out of here."

Castiel looked at Sam. "It's about fucking time."

Dean shook his head. "Clearly, TV is not a good influence for you at all."

Castiel raised one eyebrow. "Fascinating."

The End