This story is an AU of episode 10 of season 14. I know in the French Mistake everything went chaotic. Lets imagine that none of the cast died in the French Mistake universe and they are still filming Supernatural and J2 did not hate each other.

This chapter is mainly following the script however in the upcoming chapters the story will move away from the actual show storyline ;)

The story is humorous.

If you have ideas please feel free to share them in the reviews.

Lets go. Here is chapter one :)

The blue vanishes from the archangel Michael's eyes. The flannel, jeans and boots is replaced with a suit and polished shoes.

"Now, this...just feels right." Michael says as he admires his choice of clothing.

The archangel raises his hand. Sam, Cas Jack all drop down to the ground. They try to stand up but the invisible force keeps them down. Michael strolls forward and looks down at the three of them.

"Hope is an amazing thing, isn't it?" He continues "You had no chance of winning this. None. But you had hope...hope that I wouldn't see you coming, but I saw everything." The archangel looks down at himself. "Now I have my perfect vessel." He turns his head towards the window "I've just destroyed the one weapon that could really hurt for bringing that, by the way."

Cas glances at Sam who was getting out a lighter and holy oil. As Michael was not looking, Cas stands up and approaches him. Michael reaches out and grabs Cas by the collar. Michael glares at the angel.

"Don't interrupt me."

Michael tosses Cas to the side like a rag doll. Sam throws the lighted holy oil. It hits Michael causing flames to spread across his body. Michael lets out a cry but the flames abruptly stop when Cas places the angel cuffs on the archangel's wrists. Cas quickly takes a step back as Michael stares at the cuffs.

"You think these can hold me?" Michael says his eyes flashing blue with rage.

"Yes, we do." Cas answers

"Dean. Come on, Dean. Are you in there?" Sam says.

Michael looks at Sam.

"Dean's not home right now." His smiles "Please leave a message."

Sirens are heard wailing in the distance. Jack looks left and right with confusion. Michael chuckles.

"Oh, right. That. Did you forget? My monsters are out there, building an army."

Sam's eyes widen. He quickly goes and closes the door. Jack goes down and picks up the angel blade and machete. Sam's phone rings. He picks it up and answers it.

"Maggie? Hey. What's happening out there?"

"I brought every hunter I could find, like you said, and we're trying to track down the monsters, but, uh, there's so many of them. We're getting reports of attacks all over the city. No kills just bites or scratches. It's like they're trying to infect."

"Yeah, I know."

"Sam, where are you?"

"Top of Hitomi Plaza, 10th and Main. We've got Michael."

"Do you?" Michael says his eyebrow raised.

"Okay, we'll get there as soon as we can."

"No, no, no, just save as many people as you can. Don't worry about us. We'll figure it out."

Sam ends the call.

"Okay, what's the plan?" Jack asks as he hands Sam a machete.

"With the angel cuffs on, Michael's under control." Sam says.

"Keep telling yourself that." Michael says.

"Get him downstairs..." Sam continues ignoring the archangel. "Dump him in the trunk of the Impala, and take him back to the bunker."

Jack frowns.

"But Garth is in the trunk."

Sam shrugs.

"It's a big trunk."

Michael shrugs and smirks at Sam's response. There is suddenly banging coming from outside the doors.

Jack's eyes widen.

"Monsters!"

The former nephilim runs and gets half of the broken spear and places it through the door to keep it shut.

"More like the Calvary." Michael says. He smiles. "I called them. It's a party!"

Cas raises his hand and uses his strength to keep the door shut.

"Sam, I don't know how long I can hold them."

"Yeah, well, we have to get Dean out of here." Sam says.

"Yeah, well, we can't go this way."

"It's not like any of us can fly." Jack says.

"Well, one of us can..."

"Shut up!" Sam snaps at the archangel.

"Sam, are we gonna die here?" Jack asks looking worried.

Sam glances around unsure what to say. He has a thought.

Jessica

"Jessica? You said you're always here, right?"

"Sam, what are you doing?" Cas asks.

"Billie..uh... Death assigned a reaper to keep an eye on Dean and me. Her name is Jessica, and she is always..."

"Hello."

Sam turns round. Startled by the new voice. A woman looks at him with a smile. Sam frowns.

"Where's Jessica?"

"Well, my name's Violet. It's my shift. We have shifts now, because you mess up so, so many things." She glances at the door. "Sturdy door."

"Okay, all right. Well, Violet, we have to get out of here." Sam says.

"And I want you to know that you have my full emotional support."

Sam shakes his head.

"We don't want your emotional support. We want your actual, physical help."

"Sam, who are you talking to?" Jack asks.

Sam looks at the former nephilim feeling surprised.

"You can't see her?"

"I can."

Violet turns her head and faces the archangel. The smile drops from her face. The color drains from her face. Her eyes show a hint of fear.

"You know, in my world, we locked Death away and enslave the reapers." Michael says.

Violet laughs nervously.

"Lovely. Well, just look at you now."

"Okay, look." Sam interrupts getting the reaper's attention "Sorry, but we're stuck, okay? And Death owes us one after we fixed that whole Rowena thing. You know about that, right?"

Violet nods.

"Oh, yes, the Rowena thing you started."

"We're gonna die here. And my brother..."

"Reapers can't intervene...and rules." Violet put bluntly.

"Don't give me that whole clean hands..."

"Even if I did feel inclined, uh, we don't have access to that kind of..."

"Yeah, well, uh..."

Violet holds her finger up and shushes him. The reaper furrows her eyebrow and frowns like she was listening to something.

"Sam, what is she saying?" Cas asks with a wince as he feels the doors are close to opening up.

"She's not saying anything." Sam answers.

Suddenly everyone was standing in the bunker. Sam looks round feeling dazed and confused by that unexpected event.

How did she?

The hunter looks at the reaper.

"How did you do that?"

Jack and Cas face the reaper waiting for a response even Michael looked surprised.

Then.

"Cut."

Everyone looks round and sees an old man sitting on a director chair.

"Who is that?" Jack asks.

The old man stands up and claps.

"Perfect. Wonderful. Jared brilliant acting. Alex spot on as always. Misha loved the way you showed Castiel's struggle with the door and Jensen...oh Jensen your Michael is getting better by the day."

"Is he talking to us?" Jack asks.

The former nephilim looks at Sam for an answer. Sam looks at the reaper for an explanation but she was off with a group of women who were brushing her hair and doing her make up. She stops and turns to the old man.

"I'm done for the day Bob." she says.

The old man nods.

"Your work is done Panta."

Panta Sam thought.

"Sam what happened?" Cas asks looking around with a confused expression.

"I...I don't know." Sam answers now starting to sound anxious.

Sam looks at the archangel thinking he might have had something to do with this. Michael looked blank. He looked like he didn't have a clue either.

It can't be Michael's doing, he can't do nothing with the cuffs on. Sam thought.

Sam looks at Bob again.

He looks familiar

Sam thought about the names Bob mentioned. Jared, Jensen, Misha. Realization appears on Sam's face.

Oh no

"Supernatural. Scene 1 take 3." One of the crew yells.

Sam flinched when he hears clapperboard snap shut.

Oh this isn't good.

"Sam what is going on?" Jack asks sounding frustrated.

Sam looks at the others who were looking back at him looking both confused and curious.

"Uh guys. I don't think we are in Kansas anymore."