Supernatural: Gabriel's Chocolate Factory

"Dean," Sam asked, "where the hell are we?"

Where WERE they? It appeared to be one of the strangest places the Winchesters had ever seen. All sorts of bizarre equipment with strange bubbling fluids inside were scattered around the room.

"No clue, Sam," Dean replied at last. "It seems kind of familiar, though."

"I'm going to guess this is a trap of some sort."

"Hey, look, gum!" Dean said, spotting a silver-wrapped stick poking out of a machine. Unwrapping it, he began chewing.

"Dean, what the hell?" Sam demanded. "We don't know what's going on or if that was safe!"

"It seems safe," Dean grunted, chewing. "It just tastes funny. Kind of like a steak or soup or..."

He stopped chewing.

"...blueberry pie?"

"SPIT IT OUT, DEAN!"

Dean spat the gum onto the floor, but it was too late. His body puffed up as his skin turned completely blue. His clothes tore off, revealing a strange costume underneath, with a blue matching his new skin color.

As Sam watched in shock, the door to the room opened and a man wearing grey trousers, an orange vest, a bright purple coat and a yellow top hat entered, followed by four tiny men with green hair, orange skin, and white overalls.

"Looks like someone's forgotten their classics," the man in the purple coat said. Removing his hat, Sam and Dean recognized him as Gabriel, or, as they called him, the Trickster.

"This isn't funny!" Dean shouted as the four little men surrounded him and he began to grow bigger. "You can't just pull a Willy Wonka on us!"

"Looks like I just did," Gabriel replied, smirking.

"Drop us in some other movie," Sam demanded. "The Goonies or something! Anything but this!"

"Blueberries don't belong in any other movie," Gabriel replied calmly. "Unless you mean the remake, and I'm not ready to pull a Johnny Depp. They do, however, belong in the juicing room."

The four little men turned Dean on his side as he continued to swell.

"No!" Sam shouted and ran to the other side of Dean. He wasn't going to let these little people take his brother away.

Sam began pushing Dean, but the little men pushed back even harder. Finally, Sam couldn't take it anymore and fell over on his back, the little men rolling Dean over him. But as they did, Sam felt his feet being crushed flat. It didn't hurt, and he felt a tingling sensation as it happened. Still, he couldn't stand or roll out of the way as Dean flattened the rest of him out, squashing him as flat as a piece of paper. This shouldn't happen, but natural rules didn't apply in the Trickster's world.

Gabriel picked up Sam as the little men rolled Dean away.

"Looking thin there, Sam," he chuckled. "Well, I don't mind if you hang around while we see about your brother."

He folded Sam's arms behind his back, then folded him in half, with his feet behind his head. Sam squirmed as best as he could.

"Relax," Gabriel said, stroking Sam's side. "You'll be okay. The Trickster just wanted to play with his favorite boys today."