A/N: I've always been really upset about the writers killing off meta!Misha in The French Mistake. Not so much meta!Robert or meta!Eric but just little baby Misha. So... I've been writing this thing constantly after I watched Goodbye Stranger because I'm still sobbing about Meg and her unicorn.

I published the first chapter of this a little while ago but got all self-conscious and deleted it. It's now finished and I'm actually pretty happy with it, even if it is the lamest thing in the universe. It's un-beta'd, obviously, and most likely sucks. Regardless, I'm going to brave my terrible personal writing and post up a bit, which is ultimately why you're reading this.

It's finished and stands at 14K words with five or six chapters. And this isn't Misha Misha. This is meta!Misha from the French Mistake, okay? I'm not into writing proper meta!fics... it's just too strange for me to get my head around.

And if you didn't know already, I'm a sucker for hurt!Cas and limp!Cas so it's written in. Same with Destiel and other common ships which I will not mention now or I will ruin my other chapters...

Here we go again, huh? Let's see if I can keep it up long enough for people to read it this time.

HUNTED
or
SECOND CHANCES

a meta!Misha/SPN!verse crossover

by beautifully-rational (who is publishing her personal pieces)

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Dean Winchester was woken from his sleep by a loud crash from across the motel room. Instincts immediately kicked in and he grabbed his gun from underneath his pillow, taking the same moment to glance at Sam on the bed opposite. When he was satisfied his little brother was currently unharmed, he leapt up to fight whatever had intruded into their quiet motel room.

He was confused for a moment as there was nothing menacing when he examined the darkness around him, but it was only when he got up to investigate further did he discover the source of the noise; he was three steps from the side of the bed when he tripped over something soft.

He was sent sprawling to the ground by said object, and as a result lost the gun to the gloom which was currently the floor. His eyes had yet to adjust but he was certain what he tripped over was a person. But who was it? Dean weighed about his options and then made a decision.

"Cas?" he called to the darkness. He could now make out the faint outline of a human body, its chest rising and falling. "Cas, that you?" he called again.

The figure didn't move, and so Dean approached in a crawl. When he laid hands on the person's torso he felt the familiar fabric of Castiel's beige trenchcoat under his fingertips.

"Cas?" he again hissed, for now he was growing concerned.

It was then he noticed another body mass next to the trenchcoated angel. He narrowed his eyes at the form, his hand still on Cas's torso. He then looked back down at his friend, biting his lip, before feeling for a pulse in his neck. He was relieved when he found one.

He then moved onto the next person, who was at the moment lying face down. Cas appeared to have landed awkwardly and fallen onto his side. At least he wasn't in danger of choking on anything disgusting at this moment in time, Dean assured himself.

The other person wasn't dressed; the only thing covering their form was a thin sheet. The eldest Winchester again felt for a pulse in this person's neck, and was reassured when he discovered one.

"Dean?" A voice suddenly asked.

"Cas? That you, buddy? You okay?" he responded, immediately, moving back over to the angel.

When he discovered him still unmoving he was confused, but realized his mistake and looked up to Sam's bed. "Oh, Sam." he expressed. "Cas dropped in on us. Literally. Brought a friend, too."

Sam sat up on the bed, rubbing his eyes. "A friend? Like... another angel?" he inquired.

Dean looked back over at the other person and then moved over again. "Dunno." he admitted. The lights turned on just as he was about to roll them over, and the sudden brightness made him jump. "Sheesh, Sammy, a little warning would have been nice?" he complained, throwing an exasperated glance at his little brother.

Said little brother just smiled sheepishly and approached, inquiring, "Well? Who is it? Or what is it?" He too checked Cas over as he passed, but settled beside Dean in a crouch.

Dean rolled over the other person and both brothers recoiled immediately. Dean almost tripped over Cas again.

"Holy –"

It took Dean a moment to recover, and then he commented, "Someone's been universe hopping." He swallowed, looking back at Cas. "Unless Jimmy's got a twin brother or something." he added.

"Wait, you mean like the fake-Cas guy in the place Balthazar sent us?" Sam asked.

"Misha." Dean corrected with a little nod. "But he died, didn't he?"

They both looked down at the Cas lookalike and then over to the actual Castiel. They then looked at each other, both frowning.

"So, what? He universe hopped... and now he's gone comatose on us again?" Dean prompted.

"Yeah." Sam agreed. "Probably. Maybe we should, uh..." he trailed off, making a face.

"Yeah." Dean too agreed.

The two Winchesters got to work on manoeuvring the dead-weight angel onto the closest bed – which happened to be Dean's. It was a difficult task, for he was completely limp and actually very heavy.

However, they eventually resorted to bridal style. Dean felt very large with the now-frail looking angel against his chest. He set Cas on the bed gently and then turned to his twin.

"He's naked." Dean pointed out as Sam began to move in.

"Oh." Sam withdrew, making a face. "So... do we just leave him... or...?" he asked awkwardly.

Dean just shrugged. "I dunno. I'm not picking him up, though." he said.

They both laughed and then it was somehow decided that they would leave the clone there, but monitor him closely. Cas was checked on by Dean as the brothers moved over to the designated kitchen area to sit down.

"What time is it?" Sam asked, obviously attempting to create small-talk.

"About six in the morning, I'd say." responded Dean.

Sam looked around. "But it's still dark." he commented.

"That's because all the curtains are closed, genius." Dean returned in an amused tone.

"Do you want me to grab breakfast?" Sam changed the topic then, and Dean smirked. "There should be places open now." he said.

"Sounds great." Dean agreed, now brushing off his amusement, casting his eyes over the still-unconscious Cas and his counterpart. "I'll watch these two." he claimed. "And bring back pie." he added just as Sam reached the door.

Sam just rolled his eyes and then left. The sound of the Impala starting up seconds later was music to Dean's ears; it made him smile. It also appeared to stir Cas's clone down on the floor.

It took Dean a moment to realize this, for he was too absorbed in the sound of his baby purring from outside as Sam pulled out of the motel's car park.

"Jensen?"

Dean looked around. "Huh?"

"What the f– Jensen, what the hell? Why am I naked?"

Dean realized then what the source of the noise was and he looked down to see Cas's clone sitting up, staring right at him. He then looked over at Cas on the bed nearby briefly and then back down to his counterpart.

"I dunno." he eventually responded.

Cas's clone narrowed his eyes. "Very funny." he commented and then proceeded to stand up. He held the sheet in place. "Where are my clothes?" he asked.

"I don't know." he again replied. "Feathers over there zapped you here. Ask him when he wakes up." He pointed to Cas.

The clone followed his gesture and then proceeded to utter a low laugh. "That's... wow. That's an amazing cosplay. Has he got a mask on, or something?" he commented as he turned around to face Dean again. "That's probably the best I've seen." he grinned.

Dean just raised an eyebrow. "That's Cas." he stated in a matter-of-factly tone.

Cas's clone made a mocking face. "And you're Dean." he said, grinning again.

"Winchester." he added firmly on the end. "You're Misha, aren't you?" he then inquired.

"Very funny, Jensen." The clone again commented, his face obscured by a stupid grin. "And where's Sam, huh? Out to fetch some pie?" he continued to mock.

Dean got up from his seat at the table. "Yeah, actually." he confirmed. He moved over to Castiel. "If you want some clothes, Misha, there're some of mine over in the drawer over there." He vaguely pointed.

"Eww, no." Misha said. He wrapped the sheet around himself as then turned around, heading for the door. He looked down at himself for a moment, but then shrugged and turned the knob.

"Oi, no. Stay here." Dean objected.

Misha looked back at him. "Sheesh Jensen, no wonder the fans talk." he said. "I'm just going to my trailer. I'll come back when I've got some clothes on and you can tell me how you organised the prank." he said.

Dean was quickly growing annoyed. "It's not a prank!" he called after him.

The hunter was alone for a few moments until he decided to follow the clone to ensure he didn't get himself into too much trouble. He was surprised when he almost walked into him as he made it back through the doorway.

"Where's my trailer?" he demanded immediately.

Dean just shrugged. "I told you the clothes were over there." He gestured to the drawer across the room again.

Misha frowned. "Jensen, this really isn't funny anymore. I'd like some clothes, now, please." he said. Dean just pointed again. Misha narrowed his eyes. "Seriously." he added.

"Yeah, chuckles, seriously." Dean confirmed, narrowing his eyes in response.

Misha approached the drawer cautiously and Dean just eyed him with a tired expression on his face. "Is Jared hiding in there, or something?" he asked as he reached the wood construction.

"Sam? He probably wouldn't fit." Dean couldn't help but comment.

This provoked a little laugh from Misha. "At least you guys are hanging out." he claimed.

Eventually Misha gathered the courage to open the drawer and seemed delighted when he discovered clothes and no Sam. But as he held up a shirt to compare with his own height, he frowned. "This is gonna be way too big for me." he complained.

"It's better than walking around in a sheet." remarked Dean.

"Jensen." Misha said suddenly, and Dean looked up. "I'd really like you to explain now." he continued as he slipped into the shirt. It looked like he was wearing a two-toned dress, for the dark blue shirt actually went quite nicely with the light blue sheet.

"Explain what?" Dean inquired.

Misha just gestured around. "This," he said, "because you're really starting to freak me out." he claimed.

It was then there was a faint, "Dean?"

Dean looked over to the bed where Castiel was, and his features relaxed when he saw the angel was currently pushing himself to a sitting position. "Hey there sunshine." he greeted. "You good now?" he asked.

Cas just blinked. "I believe so." he confirmed, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. When he stood he swayed a little. Dean made to steady him, but the hunter was pushed away. "I'm fine, Dean." Cas protested.

"That's what you said last time." Dean returned, placing a hand on the angel's chest. "Sit down." he requested.

Said angel resisted, manoeuvring around Dean so he was at the foot of the bed rather than the side. "Where is the other human I transported here?" he inquired.

Misha laughed then. "You've got Cas spot on." he commented, clasping his hands together. "But I'd really like to stop, now, Jensen and fan. It's been really cool. Vicki's probably worried sick." he continued.

Dean watched Cas squint at his clone before tilting his head. "Why are you only half dressed?" he inquired.

"I like to think of it as half-naked." Misha responded with a cheeky grin.

Cas didn't even blink. "It is the same expression; I do not see why you would require to state in two different forms." he said.

"Alright, alright. Enough you two." Dean interrupted. "You can flirt later."

Cas opened his mouth to reply but then closed it again, his brow furrowing. Misha grinned again. His face fell afterwards, however, and he looked at Dean. "So, where's that explanation?" he asked.

"I bought you to an alternate universe." Cas answered, butting over Dean.

"Uh-huh." Misha returned, nodding over-exaggeratedly. "Even got the voice spot on, too." he grinned again. "Great job." he complemented.

Cas angled his head. "I do not understand." he vowed.

"He's just Mr. Cocky." Dean assured the befuddled angel, looking at Misha. "Mr. Cocky with your face, though. That's what makes it funny." he added with a small grin.

"He is not me. My real face –" Cas began.

"Yeah, yeah. Okay." Dean interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest. "But your explanation, yeah. It's... It's what he said." He pointed at Cas. "He zapped you here from another universe. Here, though, everything's real. Everything on your show." he explained.

Misha took a moment to digest this, but was quickly making wild gestures again. "You expect me to believe that?" he questioned. He too crossed his arms, mimicking Dean, and leaned onto his back foot. "You've gotta do better than that, Jensen and fan." he grinned.

It was then music reached Dean's ears; Sam pulled the Impala into the parking lot outside hopefully with his long-awaited pie. All three people in the room were looking at the door when the taller Winchester walked in, armed with three grey plastic bags. He saw Dean first, and then half-naked Misha and finally Castiel who is now sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Oh," is all he managed to get out. "He really does look like Cas." he commented.

"He has the same features of my vessel, not me. I am a celestial being; my true form would blind you." The angel objected immediately, a sigh completely his protest.

"He really looks like Jimmy." Sam corrected himself, setting down his shopping bags on the motel countertop.

Dean pounced on them immediately, rifling through them until he found his pie. He found his victim enclosed in the final bag and pulled it out with a cry of, "Aha!"

"It's gluten free." Sam pointed out as Dean sat down, armed with a plastic spork. "It's all they had at the diner." he claimed.

"It's still pie." Dean reasoned, settling into his victim.

Sam rolled his eyes. He then looked at Misha. "You want something to eat? I grabbed some chips." He pulled out a paper bag out of the first bag, setting it down on the table next to Dean's pie. "I've also got a salad." he added.

Misha looked perplexed. "I... uh, okay." he agreed slowly. "You guys don't usually bring me food." he commented as he moved over to the stuff on the table.

"We're not Jared and Jensen." Dean put in through a mouthful of pie. "Dean and Sam. Winchester. Alternate universe, man." he explained.

"And that's Cas." Sam pointed helpfully to the angel. He was still sitting on the bed, looking tiredly at the ceiling. He looked at Sam at the mention of his name. "You... you play Cas, don't you? In your universe?" he asked Misha after a pause, retrieving his salad and a spork.

Dean was waiting for the "this really isn't funny anymore" comment from the Cas-Jimmy lookalike, but it never came. He just sat down quietly at the table next to Dean and picked at the chips set down there. Sam leant against the countertop eating his salad.

Dean was in the middle of another mouthful of pie a few moments when the rush of angel wings bought him back to the room around him. It was quite easy to get lost in eating pie. He looked immediately to the bed Castiel had been occupying, and was surprised to discover that the trenchcoated angel was still there.

Instead, Balthazar was now standing next to him, looking confused.

"There's... there's two Cas... es. Casses? What would you call that? Would it be Casses? Casi? Cassie-Cassie?" he inquired, a smile crossing his face.

"His name is Misha." The real Castiel returned to his angel brother. "He is not Jimmy and he is not me." he established. Dean stifled a laugh.

"Misha." Balthazar repeated, rolling the name around his mouth. He then looked at the clone, giving him a questioning look. "Hold on, didn't you get stabbed by Virgil?" he then asked, clasping his hands together. "Because that's all Dean was thinking about when he got back." he said.

"You were reading my mind?" said hunter returned in a low growl.

"I always..." Balthazar began, but trailed off as Castiel gave his brother a look, silencing him.

"Dean and Sam do not wish to have their minds read." Cas informed Balthazar.

Dean completed Cas's statement with a firm nod of approval towards said angel. There was silence for a moment, but then it suddenly dawned on Dean as looked over at Cas and Balthazar again. "What are you even doing here, Balthazar?" he asked.

"I picked up a Grace flare. Cassie's Grace flare when he bought Misha here." he responded. "I came to tell you Raphael did as well, and it's probably best you leave soon." he said.

"So you're... helping us now?" Dean questioned, just to be sure.

The angel made a face, and then he was gone. Dean saw Misha jump in the corner of his eye. He grinned. "You believe us now?" he asked the clone, noting Sam had begun to grab all their belongings around the room in preparation to leave.

"I... yeah. I just don't know what to say." Misha claimed. He then rested his arms on the back of the motel chair, creasing his brow. "Did Sebastian say I was stabbed?" he inquired, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Yeah." Dean replied, now too getting up. He looked to Cas who was still sitting on the bed. "Hey, Cas, we gotta go. You good or are you coming with us?" he asked the angel.

The angel looked up at Dean, and the hunter was surprised to discover he was half-lidded. "I will come." he alleged, standing up slowly. He swayed, and a moment later, promptly fell.

"I was–" Misha began.

Dean swore, rushing to his angel's side, completely drowning out whatever Misha had just said. "Cas?" he asked urgently, kneeling down. He grabbed a handful of the angel's trenchcoat and rolled him over. "Cas, you alright, buddy?" he inquired.

"Dean, I..." The angel responded, and then trailed off. His eyes were still closed. "I've been shielding us from Raphael... We have to go. Now." he said.

Dean looked back to Misha, seeing Sam was nowhere in sight. The Impala was purring outside and the motel door was open. "Go." he told the clone, waving him off towards the door. He nodded timidly and disappeared. Dean turned back to the angel. "I'm gonna pick you up, alright?" he more stated than questioned, sliding his arms underneath Cas's shoulders and knees.

He then heaved the angel off the ground, complete bridal style (again), and out of the motel. He put him in the backseat next to Misha, Sam giving him a concerned look the whole way there, and then hopped into the driver's seat.

They didn't even bother to close the motel door before they took off.