A/N: 'The French Mistake' was on TV last evening, and I just noticed some things I didn't before. For example, the first time I saw this episode I didn't notice Gen taking Jared – Sam actually…or Jared playing Sam trying to play Jared – upstairs. But now I did, and my brain just wondered what Dean was doing all that time…and some scenes after Misha is coming with a big grin out of his trailer …so yeah. My twisted brain had to bend that reality and make Dean and Misha have some sweet time.

Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of the characters used in this story. Characters of Supernatural belong to their creator Eric Kripke as well as Warner Bros. Television and Productions.
I do not claim to own them. I only claim to own this fanfiction. (I used all the lines from the episode, except in the scene with Misha and Dean.) Enjoy! ;)

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Dean is sitting at Bobby's desk doing some research on Sam's laptop. His eyes are sore from all the reading, his back aches, and worst of all: they ran out of whiskey. He pours the last whiskey drops in a glass, thinking about the moment Bobby would return with some more sweet brown fuel. Damned weather! Like we didn't have enough to worry about!

Sam walks in the room, and Dean lifts his head from the screen smiling. He is tired of sitting alone in the almost dark room. Sam looks around while coming closer to the desk. "Where's Bobby?"

"In town, supply run." Dean's voice is a little hoarse. Too much alcohol and not enough talking would do that.

"In this?" Sam gestures to the window that is constantly and violently hit by the rain.

"Yeah, man's a hero. We were officially out of hunter's helper." Dean lifts his empty liquor bottle to show his brother what he is referring to.

After a moment of silence Dean hears the faint flutter of wings and looks behind Sam, hoping to see Cas. He misses his deep blue eyes, ruffled hair and chapped soft-looking lips. Damn.

"Hello, boys. You've seen 'The Godfather', right?" Balthazar rushes across the room to Bobby's desk with a wooden bowl in his hand.

"Balthazar..." Dean greets the angel with a questioning look on his face. What the Hell is he doing here?

Dean hates the angels. All they do is destroying what he and Sam fight for, and in some way, they are even worse than demons. The only angel he likes is Castiel. Well, more than like. He goes on telling the angel they are family, but what he really means is that he likes him more than just a normal friend.

But he can't say that in more specific words. He is afraid that Cas – with his extremely low understanding of the human way of acting – would get scared or feel confusion or even betrayal.

Balthazar keeps moving quickly around the rooms talking about 'The Godfather', so Dean stops paying attention to his blathering. His mind is drifting away through his memories. He thinks about Cas, and the times he saved Dean from his 'family' of dicks- umm, angels.

Dean wakes up from his daydream as he sees Balthazar paint something on the window. It looks like another enochian sigil. Great, another sigil. Man, I hate those things at times. He sees as Balthazar hands some keys to Sam, and talks with nonchalance about the fact that they would do what he says.

The lights in the room flicker, and a lightning flashes across the sky, making the room brighter for a moment.

"Virgil" Balthazar says the name while releasing a sigh. Dean and Sam turn around just to see a brawny and tall man in a black suit. The angel – Virgil – throws Balthazar across the room with his powers. For a moment Dean wishes he could do something to help Balthazar. He might not like him that much, but he doesn't hate him. His thoughts are interrupted by the faint British accent. "I said, run!"

An invisible force raises them from the ground and throws them against the window. It shatters in hundreds of pieces, and Dean can feel every shred break as his back hits the glass. The pain takes him by surprise for a moment, making his heart beat faster, but what he sees when he lifts his head surprises him more.

At first he hears someone yell 'Cut!' and that startles him. Dean lifts his head and looks at his little brother. Good, Sam is alright. When he first catches a glimpse of the cameras and light equipment he freezes. He looks around in shock, not sure where he is, what happened, or what the Hell he should do.

Dean feels a pat on his rear and becomes even more confused – if that is even possible.

"Jared, Jensen! Outstanding! That was just great." Dean hears the unfamiliar voice and looks in its direction.

"Should we be killing anybody?" Dean hears his brother's voice once they stood up from the mattress.

Dean doesn't know what he is supposed to do. Everything from Balthazar's appearance, to the weird place they're in, took him completely by surprise. "I don't think so."

"Running?" Sam's voice is no more than a whisper because of the shock, but Dean's senses seem to have become so much more intense. He hears every little move, voice and that makes him even more nervous.

"Where?" He looks around, too confused to even move. He sees that his brother does the same. There are too many people to try and run, plus he sees no exit anyway near.

Dean watches as Sam picks up one of the pieces of the window. Clearly it is some kind of gel, and that's even weirder. He felt the glass as it shattered against his back.

He hears someone call one of those weird names again, and a woman takes Sam by the hand.
"Jared! Three minutes, okay? Great."

Dean follows his brother, not sure what he is supposed to do. Dammit! In moments like these he wishes Cas was there with him. He would know where they were, and what the Hell was going on. Cas – besides his brother – was the only thing that anchored him to sanity.

"Jensen, there you are! Let's just get you in the chair." Dean hears the sweet voice as a small woman takes his arm and leads him to a mirror. "Okay, hon, we're just gonna get this makeup off your face."

Dean looks at the woman. What is it with people here? "Wha-? I'm not wearing any ma-" Dean grabs the makeup artist's wrist and looks at the cloth in her hands. There's some orange powder on it. "Oh, crap! I'm a painted whore!"

After the makeup artist wipes all the makeup away – and Dean is sure that not even a whore would have worn that much makeup – he meets up with Sam. He complains to his brother about the makeup: it is an atrocity that someone dared to put makeup on his face. Dean feels naked, and he thanks whatever gods might be for Cas' absence. He couldn't bear the thought of Cas seeing him like that.

Dean listens to his brother's crazy – yet plausible idea – about them being in a TV show. Still, he isn't sure they are in a parallel universe. This might be another trick, like the one Zachariah pulled on them.

"I'm just saying, we landed in some dimension where you're Jensen Ackles, and I'm something called a 'Jared Padalecki'." Sam sais as they walk towards the exit.

The weird names, the makeup, the fact that he and Sam are not even brothers – and Sam seems to be polish – all that, Dean can take…but seeing a yard full of Impala's – from dirty and broken to clean and functional – makes his stomach turn. He grabs Sam's shoulder in an attempt to say on his feet. This is way too evil, even for the angels.

"I feel sick. I'm gonna be sick. I want to go home."

As they walk away from all the Impala's they agree to call Castiel. Even the sheer mentioning of the angel's name makes his heart flutter. He wants to beg Cas to come and get them out of that twisted world, to tell him he's worried about him and he wishes him to be alive, because he couldn't go through all this without him.

"Dear Castiel," As he hears how he started he stops. He needs to change what he wanted to say, since Sam is there, hoping Cas would know it's not a mean mockery. "who art – maybe running his ass away from Heaven" and what a fine ass "– we pray that you have your ears on." He opens his eyes and looks at Sam. He didn't seem to hear Dean's nervousness. Good.

Dean looks around for a moment until he catches a glimpse of the black ruffled hair and the blue hypnotizing eyes. A small smile works its way on his lips. Dean releases a sigh with Cas' name on his lips, moving in his direction.

As soon as they are close enough he needs to concentrate. He knows the urge to hold that man tight in an embrace would take over, if he doesn't. Cas locks his gorgeous deep blue eyes with Dean's. As they ask questions about Balthazar and the dimension they're in, their eyes drill in each other, making this almost the most intense stare they ever had. Dean is sure he can feel something else in Cas' eyes. Something that never before was so obvious. Is it lust?

As Cas begins to speak, Dean feels his heart grow with warmth and love. But after the angel's deep voice becomes more pitched he feels the world spin for a moment.

He grabs the script the man that looked like Cas pulled out. "This isn't Cas."

"Dude, look at him." Sam seems confused.

Dean reads the script for a few moments before lifting his head in confusion. Anger and betrayal visible on his face. But it looks just like him…

"His name's Misha. Misha?" His voice is harsher than he wanted it to be, but he feels dirty. Anger takes over him and he moves away from that Misha guy. What was wrong with the names around there?

They reach a trailer belonging to Jensen Ackles – Dean's name in that universe. As they get in he is amazed. The guy has a 300-gallon aquarium, an expensive looking helicopter-toy, and a flat screen TV. He slowly begins to like that Jensen until…

"…you were on a soap opera." Sam is in front of a laptop, researching more about Jensen Ackles.

They play a scene from the soap opera until Dean feels disgusted and slams the laptop shut.

"Don't like this universe, Sammy." First the makeup, then his baby's 'clones', now the soap opera thing…and not to mention his little 'adventure' with fake Cas. Dean rolled his eyes. How could he be that stupid to believe Cas was actually feeling something like that? Especially for him: an empty shell of a man, filled only by self-loathing and hatred. But why did the guy respond with such lust in his eyes? He just wishes to never have to see that guy again.

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A guy named Clif brings them to Jared Padalecki's house – well, 'mansion' is a more appropriate word, in Dean's opinion. They find out they're not even in America. Apparently Padalescki lives in Vancouver.

Dean is relieved when he spots a liquor cabinet in that huge house. Just what he needs after a 'perfect' day. A familiar voice is to be heard, and as he turns he sees Ruby – in a hot black dress – walk down the stairs.

For his and Sam's shock, they find out fake Ruby is married to Jared – thought Dean could swear he sees sparkles in his brother's eyes every time she kisses him. You really liked that bitch, didn't you Sammy? His heard aches as he remembers what Ruby had done to Sam, but in a way, he understands why his little brother still liked her: she was his shelter when Dean couldn't be there for him.

As soon as fake Ruby – they did some research, and her name was Genevieve – left for her 'International Otter Adoption Charity Dinner', they got straight to research. They have to find all the needed ingredients for the spell, and finally get the Hell out of that place!

After they ordered all the ingredients – with Jared's apparently limitless credit cards – Dean decides it's time to go to sleep. He jumps onto the large black couch and lays down, waiting for the sweetness of sleep to take him away.

Dean hears as his brother sneaks out the room and talks to Gen. You are going to make the most of this, huh Sammy?

He thanks Sam's inability to actually sneak, without making the earth shake. He had a terrible dream he couldn't wake out of, so his brother's 'sneaking' helped. He dreamt he was in Jensen's trailer with that Misha guy. The dream per say couldn't be described as 'terrible', but he had to wake up before any noises would come out of his mouth.

Dean gets up from the couch and checks the big clock on the wall. It's only some minutes before midnight, so he decides to get another drink. Never too early or late for a drink!

As he gets to his second glass of whiskey – the good and expensive type, that burns like Hell as it touches the throat –his phone rings. The name on the screen says 'MISHA' and he's wondering how that number got into his phone. Really? A day in this twisted universe and that is my biggest question?

Dean releases a sigh and answers the phone with a deep and annoyed voice. "Yeah, what?"

The voice on the other end makes Dean's heart skip a beat. It's deep, just like Cas', but there is something he never heard in Castiel's voice, something flirty and filled with lust, almost sexual. "You didn't come over tonight, you speak with Jared... I am worried babe."

Dean feels all the air leave his lungs and a burning sensation bellow his belly. Dammit! He closes his eyes and clears his throat. What does 'You didn't come over tonight' mean?

"W-we had an umm…something tonight?" All the words Dean knows get mixed, making it harder for him to make a coherent sentence. He grips the coach tighter, until his knuckles become white and his thumbs hurt. But he doesn't let go. He is afraid of what might happen with his body if he does.

A deep, jocose and slow – torturously slow – laughter comes from the other man. "We always have a 'something' baby, and since we didn't do that 'something' during the lunch break... I am waiting for it now."

Dean clenches his jaw and takes a deep breath. He knows where the conversation is going, and he feels dirty. It's like betraying Cas with someone who looks exactly like him…and happens to play him on a TV show. Dammit! I hate alternative universe logic!

Not knowing why, and blaming it on the alcohol, Dean nods. He knows he is on the phone, so the other man can't see him, but that nod is for him. It's a confirmation that, yes, it's alright to go for it. Dean clears his throat once again.

He can hear Sam and Gen having fun upstairs. Sam won't even notice I was gone. "Where?" What the Hell is he doing, this can't possibly be right…but it somehow feels that way.

"Your trailer. Mine still needs a new couch after last time." The man chuckles and Dean is sure he is remembering that 'last time'. "Be here soon, I don't think I can make it any longer."

After Misha hangs up Dean finally releases his grip on the couch. He licks his lips and looks around, slowly passing a hand on his face. He jumps off the couch and grabs some car keys from the wooden table. He isn't sure what car Padalescki – or whatever his name – is driving. At this point it could even be a Mini and he still wouldn't care. Even though he doubts a sasquatch like his brother's actor could fit in a Mini. He laughs to shake out some of the nervousness and grabs his jacket.

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Fortunately, Jared wasn't driving a Mini, but an ugly-ass computerized Bentley. But at least it served its purpose. Dean arrives back on the set in less than 20 minutes.

He rushes to his trailer, making sure no one is noticing him. He slowly opens the trailer's door and looks around. Some parts are steeped in darkness. All the lamps are around the couch, making it almost glow and look really alluring.

Dean closes the door behind him, thinking what a bad idea it was for him to come, when a gentle and familiar hand grabs his shoulder. The spot burns, even if it's covered with two layers of clothes.

He turns around and sees the deep blue eyes staring at him. His cheeks burn, his heart beats faster and all of a sudden the room gets hotter. The blue-eyed man smiles hungrily, moving his gaze on Dean's lips. Seeing that, Dean has the urge to bite his lower lip, only to see the reaction it would have on the other man. Instead he licks his lips, and sees a hungry shine in Misha's eyes.

The man is dressed in the dark suit and trench coat, and for a moment Dean forgets that the one looking so hungrily at him isn't actually Cas. Without realizing, Dean grabs the man's hipbone tight. The name that comes out of his mouth when he feels those delicious hips is 'Cas', making Misha tilt his head.

The dark-haired man's lips curl into a malicious smile. "This is how you want to play it?" His voice is deeper than ever. Dean can feel the effect that voice has on his entire body: frantic heart beats, burning sensation on his length, lack of air in his lungs.

Mish-Cas steadies his grip on Dean's clothes and throws him against the door. Dean releases a small groan, more because of the pleasure than the pain, and grabs Cas' hipbones tighter. Their hips rub against each other, and now it's Cas' turn to moan. Dean knows that he grabs his hips too hard, and it would leave marks, but the part of his brain that is in charge with caring just disconnected.

Cas comes closer to Dean. Making sure their cheeks touch he whispers seductively in his ear. "I'm happy you came. You made me worry, sweetheart."

Dean never felt more aroused in his entire life. Hearing such words come out of Cas' mouth is turning him on.

Cas kisses Dean's lips passionately. He licks for a moment his lower lip, begging for access. Dean quickly grants it, sticking out his tongue and playing with Castiel's. His chapped lips taste exactly like he imagined they would: they're hot, fierce and tasty – like nothing Dean had ever tasted before.

One of Cas' hands release Dean's jacket, grabbing his hair. The sweet strength that keeps him against the wall is too delicious. Dean can't help but release a moan. He feels Cas' lips curl into a smile while still pressed on his. He released the angel's hips to cup his head in his hand and push him back in his mouth. Cas bites his lower lip and Dean moans again. He didn't expect the angel to bite, and he sure didn't expect for it to be that pleasant. He feels the angel suckling the blood and he abandons himself in the pleasure.

When his lungs beg for air, Dean pulls away with a slight disappointment. Why does he need air? Breathing is dull comparing to kissing Cas – or at least someone who plays Cas on a TV show.

Fake Cas decides they are wearing too many clothes, and Dean can't agree more. He unbuttons Cas' dress shirt and jacket, and throws them together with the trench coat on the floor. When it's his turn to get naked his heart skips what seem like more than a beat. Cas' fingertips on his skin burn and his eyes close from the pleasure. Cas is unzipping his jeans painfully slow, teasing Dean. His breaths become faster. He never thought he will feel those fingers in such a place.

Once the hunter's jeans fall on the floor, Cas throws himself on the couch, arms above his head, legs spread. "Come on Dean. Show me what a hunter can do." That is all it takes for Dean to play his part.

He would have loved to say something funny and smart, to keep Cas from reaching the climax and tease him, but he wasn't sure he could survive that. So he just gets on top of Cas, slowly pulling down his pants with his mouth, occasionally licking the blue-eyed man's hipbones.

The angel sways his hips up and down creating a sweet friction. It sends shivers all over Dean's body and he has the urge to make the angel push faster. The small moans and sighs from Cas are making Dean's length harden, and with his lips on the zipper he can fell through the layers that the angel is there too.

Dean's lips curl into a vicious smile. "Let me take care of that, angel." Through the constant panting, his voice is soft and affectionate.

He manages to pull the pants down and throw them haphazardly somewhere in the room. Dean grabs the angel's hips and pushes them down making their erections touch. The friction is refreshing, but it's not what Dean wants. He wants to hear Cas scream with pleasure with Dean's name on his lips.

Dean grabs Cas' boxers and slowly pulls them down, revealing said man's hardened member leaking and covered with pre-cum. His eyes gaze at it until he feels the air return to his lungs.

Even if he won't admit it in front of his brother, Dean accepter his attraction to both men and women a long time ago. He slept with many people, but there was something about Cas that hypnotized him from the first moment he saw the angel.

Cas grips Dean's boxers pulling them down and throwing him on the couch. "No games this time Winchester. It's my turn." Cas begins to place kisses all over Dean. He kisses Dean's bleeding lip, exploring, once again, the inside of his mouth with hunger. He continues his kisses on Dean's jaw and neck, suckling it and leaving marks that make the green-eyed man groan with pleasure. The angel's lips follow the muscles line to Dean's nipples, where he suckles and squeezes to get more moans out of his lover.

Dean throws his head on the back, lifting his hips. From all the kisses and bruising, he got harder and the burning sensation is almost painful. He needs friction.

He soon realizes that the kisses were just a distraction as he feels Castiel's hot hand softly guide his member to his already stretched hole.

Dean hears a faint thud and notices a bottle of lube on the floor. His smile grows wider. He knows this isn't Cas, but the thought of the angel knowing so well what to do is making him shiver with bliss. Dean places more kisses all over Cas as he waits for the angel to pull him in.

The first penetration is slow. Dean doesn't want to hurt Cas and his fine ass, not in a million years. The only screams he wants to hear from the angel are the ones caused by pleasure, not pain. Dean slowly advances through the blue-eyed man's hole, grabbing his hips tight. As his shaft reaches the angel's sweet spot, Cas releases a moan. He makes the actor fall on his chest and slowly begins to kiss him.

The kisses become sloppier and wetter as the angel's hips begin to sway, but Dean doesn't care. He grabs Cas' buttocks and lower back, scratching it, as the blue-eyed man begins to ride him. Oh, and what a ride. Dean's coherent thought end with that remark, focusing on the friction.

Between the moans and groans Dean catches his breath. He holds Cas' hipbones tight, noticing the bruises that had already formed, and smiles. He holds the angel in place and thrusts his member against the other man's prostate. Dean feels the circular muscles close around his length, and that, combined with Castiel's loud moans, only make him thrust harder.

With every thrust he hears Cas gasp his name over and over again, like a litany. He feels said man's shaft leak pre-cum on his warm chest, and hears the skin-on-skin sounds –that if he wasn't already so damn turned on, would definitely do the job.

With a loud moan he tries to speak. "Ah- Cas, your- touch yourself baby." The angel doesn't take too long to obey. He rubs his shaft in the rhythm of Dean's jabs. He is placing wet fierce kisses on Dean's lips and neck with fiery passion.

Dean is sure he won't last too long now, so he slows his pace. He wants the angel to reach the climax first. He wants to see his face as he does.

After a very pornographic moan from Cas, Dean feels the warm and sticky substance all over his chest. Dean opens his eyes and gazes at him: Castiel's head is tilted on a side, his mouth a small 'o' and his eyes closed. Seeing that, Dean fastens his pace again, thrusting as fast and hard as he can, while panting and moaning. After three thrusts he is done. He comes hard with Cas' name on his lips, making the angel clench his fists around his ribs. Though, the pain from the angel's grip isn't enough to make Dean stop his moans.

After a long moment Cas falls on Dean's chest. They lay lazily on the couch, Dean still in the angel, while said angel presses passionate kisses on the green-eyed man's lips and neck. The hunter feels like jello, and all he can do is hold Cas tight on top of him. He rubs and caresses his angel's back in circles, affectionately.

"Wow Cas…" It's all he manages to say, as he still gasps for air. It was more intense than anything before, and he sure had many rides in the past.

Cas slowly pulls out of Dean with a last moan, before falling once again on the hunter's chest.

"Mmmh, Jen baby, this ride was even better than last time." Misha chuckles and leans on his hands to see Dean's face. "And last time we broke a couch."

Dean smiles for a moment until the name 'Jensen' echoes in his ears. Cas looks happier than he ever saw him be. The hunter places one last kiss on Misha's lips. How could he do that? The one he just had sex with wasn't Cas, it was just freaking Misha.

"What is it?" Misha sees Dean's worried look and places a soft kiss on his cheek.

Dean pulls Misha in an embrace as the actor's eyebrows lift in a saddened way. His skin is still hot from the ride, but his breaths are more even now. Dean buries his face in the space between Misha's neck and cheek. He kisses Misha's neck and smiles as he pulls away to see the actors deep blue eyes.

The hunter gently caresses the hair from Misha's forehead and places a kiss there too. "This was…" Dean releases a sigh and a giggle "…really good. Kinda makes me want to stick around" The last part is more for himself than for Misha, but the blue-eyed man just places a kiss on his lover's lips.

"You're different today." Misha stares at Dean with affection. "Was it that hard to be nice to me? I mean, we work together for almost three years now."

"Why? I'm not nice to you usually?" Dean caresses Misha's cheeks with his thumbs. He isn't sure why, but he feels sorry for the man.

"Usually…" The other man laughs in an almost nervous way. "Come on, you didn't notice this before?"

Dean shakes his head.

"I make jokes, sexual innuendos, everything, to get your attention. But you're too damn high on your horse to notice me…well, except for when we-" Dean stops the man's nervous babbling by placing a passionate kiss on his chapped lips.

When he pulls away he caresses the actor's ruffled and sweaty hair. "I notice you, sweetheart. I just got to keep the appearances."

With a groan and a huge grin on his lips Misha gets up. It is obvious that he doesn't want to leave his lover just now. "You don't know how happy I am to hear you care." He grabs a towel and Dean sits on the couch, gazing at his swaying and leaking hips. "I have to go now. We only have other five hours of sleep before coming back on set."

They clean up in the small kitchenette, and Dean notices that Jensen's wardrobe is almost full with what seem Misha's clothes. Wow, he really wasn't joking. They always seem to have a 'something'. Maybe this universe isn't that bad after all.

Dean chuckles as he sees the clean and tight boxers cover the actor's perky ass. He gets closer and jocosely pats his rear. It seems something so normal in this universe, after all.

Between Dean's passionate kisses Misha manages somehow to get dressed. With a last kiss he wishes 'Jensen' good night and gets out of the trailer with a wink.

Misha jumps the last few steps from Jensen's trailer like an excited cheerleader. The hunter chuckles as he watches him close the door. He doesn't necessarily like Misha, of course he feels a little sorry for the guy, and loves that he can play Cas that good, but he can't say he feels something for that man. Maybe if I'd stick around for a while… Sam seems to like it here, anyway.

"Good night Misha!" Dean can hear a confused crewmember greet Misha.

"'night, little fella." The hunter can basically hear the big grin on Misha's face. He chuckles once again and leans against the door. He releases a sigh and passes a shaky hand through his sweaty hair.

After hearing Misha's car leave he gets dressed too, and decides to go home. It has been a more than great evening, but after a bottle of whiskey – or maybe two – hardcore sex with the love of his life – or someone who looks just like him – the guy needs his four hours, before setting off to save the world…again.

2nd A/N: So? Let me know what you think about this (if you feel like). I just had to write it. If I hadn't, it would have stuck in my brain for a long period of time – too excruciating long.