"There's another immortal around."

Mac and Richie were coming around the corner and Joe was coming out of the bookstore.

"Crap," Sam said under his breath. He could only hope Joe wouldn't say anything about him being a watcher or Dean being ancient. But, since he would be wondering why they were having a conversation in the first place, he couldn't count on that.

"Sam," Joe said, not seeing Mac and Richie. "Who's your friend?" he asked, knowing full well, it was Algernon, the immortal they were looking for. He wondered if Sam had just managed to bump into him in front of the store, and if so what he was doing here. Maybe Algernon had heard about the rogue hunters who had started killing immortals and decided to be proactive in case it happened again.

"Um."

"Joe, you know Sam?" Mac asked.

"Yeah. I didn't see you there, McLeoud. Yeah, Sam's one of my watchers," he answered, knowing Sam could bust him with the rest of his watchers for letting his immortal know who he was.

"You're a watcher?" Mac asked. "You conveniently left that tidbit out of the explanation last night."

"What's going on?" Richie asked.

"This is Sam. Dean's brother. Last night, he told me he knew about immortals, but not that he was a watcher."

"I didn't know you had a brother," Joe said.

"This is him," Mac said, indicating Dean.

"That's impossible," Joe said.

Sam could see where this was going and didn't like it, but wasn't sure how to stop it.

"Why?" Mac asked.

"That's Algernon. An ancient immortal we lost track of until recently," Joe explained.

"So, is that your M.O. Pretend to be new and then take immortals heads?" Mac asked, angrily.

"No," Dean said.

Mac looked around. The street was deserted and there was an alley next to the store. "Come on," he said and pulled his sword.

"I don't have a sword," Dean said.

"Richie, lend him yours," Mac said.

Richie pulled out his sword and handed it to Dean, while giving him a dirty look. He couldn't believe an immortal would do this.

They all moved to the alley. "Sam, what do I do?" Dean hissed. He could use a machete to hack off a vamp's head, but he wasn't really versed in the art of sword fighting.

"He doesn't know how to fight. He's not really immortal," Sam said. He knew that if Dean went up against the Highlander, he was going to come out without a head. The only option was to tell these guys what was going on.

"You're a watcher. You must know I can tell an immortal from a mortal," Mac said. He hated when watchers got involved. Clearly this one was watching immortals and giving the info to this Algernon/Dean guy. Joe would have to take care of his own problems, though. He didn't kill mortals.

"I'm not really a watcher," Sam said. "Look, just hear me out. Five minutes."

"Fine," Mac said, but only because he couldn't figure out where this idiot was going to go with this. He could feel that Dean/Algernon was immortal, and now in the daylight, he could see Sam's watcher tattoo.

"They're not going to believe you," Dean said, wondering if Sam was actually going to tell the truth, or if he had some elaborate lie figured out. Either way, it would be unbelievable.

"Probably not. " Sam sighed, not knowing where to start. He decided maybe he should leave out the part about them not existing and only being a TV show. Nobody would consider the fact that they didn't exist. "We're hunters."

"Hunters of what?" Joe, Mac, and Richie all asked together.

Sam was about to say the supernatural, but realized that Mac and Richie might take offense to that. "Ghosts, demons, werewolves, vampires, that kind of thing."

"Those kinds of things don't exist," Mac protested.

"We wish," Dean said.

"I've been around for 400 years and I've never seen any of them."

"Many generations of the same family have never seen an immortal. Does that mean you don't exeist?" Sam countered.

"That still doesn't explain you saying that he's not an immortal and you're not a watcher. Joe seems to know you and I can feel Dean."

"We were hunting a Trickster," Sam said.

"Like in Native American beliefs? The Raven?" Mac asked.

"Actually, more like Loki in Scandinavian traditions?" Sam clarified. "He got the better of us and changes us into different things, putting us into different situations."

"For how long?" Joe asked.

"You're actually buying this?" Richie asked. This sounded crazy to him. But then again, a year and a half ago, he would have thought someone was crazy if he told him there were a bunch of immortals running around chopping each other's heads off.

"I like a good story," Joe said, unwilling to commit himself either way. Since he had become a Watcher over 20 years ago he had become a lot more open-minded.

"He said it was a game, but he wouldn't give us the rules," Dean said, mentally picturing himself staking the Trickster.

"If it's a game, he's probably trying to teach you something," Mac said thoughtfully. "Did he say anything at all?"

"He said we needed to play our roles," Sam said remembering that that was what they had been trying to do.

"Maybe that means you have some destiny you need to fulfill," Joe suggested.

"Son of a bitch," Dean yelled.

Sam stared at him, until he realized what Dean had. The Trickster wanted them to say yes to Lucifer and Michael. "Why?" he asked Dean, leaving the others out of the conversation.

"Who knows? Because he's a dick."

Suddenly the Trickster appeared before him. "I don't know boys, telling the cast the game, that might be cheating."

"How can we cheat when you didn't give us any rules?" Dean shouted. He was beyond pissed now. Especially since he now knew what the Trickster was ultimately after.

The Trickster shrugged. "So you figured out what I want did you?"

"Is this him?" Richie asked. He didn't look particularly powerful.

"Yep. I'm the Trickster."

"Whose side are you on? Michael or Lucifer's?" Dean asked.

"Michael or Lucifer? As in the archangel and the devil?" Mac asked. This was pretty heavy-duty stuff.

"I'm not on either side. Are you guys going to agree to this or not?"

"Not!" Sam and Dean both said.

"Fine. Next show."

Sam, Dean, and the Trickster all disappeared. "That was weird," Richie said.

"Do you think this is about the Apocalypse?" Joe asked.

"There have been rumors about the Apocalypse since before I was born," Mac said. "I'll worry about it when I know it's happening for sure. Meanwhile, we have our own battle to prepare for. Come on, Richie."

Joe decided that he would leave this whole incident out of his chronicles.

SSS

Sam and Dean looked at each other and what they were wearing in confusion.

"Oh, man. We're on Bosom Buddies."

The End.