A/N: Let's face it, this is crack. Pure craziness. And the closest thing to Wincest I will probably ever get. I'm still working on Trial by Error and adding more to An Innocent Man, but this idea just wouldn't let go. Hope you enjoy. Also standard disclaimer. I don't own these characters and don't really know anything about these actors. This is just for fun. Also imagine there are no wives or little ones. Just easier that way. The rating is T but it will go up as the chapters progress.

Chapter 1

"Let's do that again. And this time could you guys try to remember that you're brothers?"

Jensen removed his hand from Jared's arm, smiling apologetically at the director. They did the take several more times before the man was finally satisfied. He followed his fellow actor off the set with a sigh of relief.

"This is all your fault, you know."

Jared gave him a confused stare. "How's it my fault? You're the one with the touching problem."

Jensen started to say something, and then thought better of it. Trudging off to his trailer instead. As expected Jared followed.

"Seriously, Jensen. How is this my fault?"

"Because this whole thing was your idea in the first place."

A blank stare followed his accusation. He rolled his eyes dramatically.

"This…" he said, indicating the two of them.

"No. That would make it your fault."

"How do you figure?" Jensen asked. "You made the first move."

With a smirk, the taller man stepped closer. "Because you're too irresistible," he said kissing him lightly. "Too delicious." Another kiss, this one lasting a bit longer. "Too damn hot." This time the kiss was hard, needy, and involved quite a bit of tongue. Any protest Jensen had died immediately. They didn't have much time, and he wanted to make the most of every minute.

An hour later, they were walking back to the make-up tent, trying and failing to look innocent. They passed by Bob Singer, who could be heard mumbling to his assistant.

"I liked it better when they didn't talk to each other."

"I'm not sure they're doing much talking…"

Jensen tried to keep a straight face as Bob glared at the kid. When the show first started, he was careful not to piss anyone off. But this was the 9th season. What are they going to do? Kill Dean off… again… but this time for real? Not likely.

"Hey, Misha," Jared said, waving to their friend who was heading for the set.

The other man smiled widely, but it only lasted for a second. Then his eyes were calculating, causing him to look more like his character.

"Oh man," he said. "You guys started without me. Not cool."

"Don't worry," Jensen said with a grin and a wink. "We'll make it up to you. Later."

Instead of being happy, Misha looked even more annoyed, as he glanced down at himself and back up at them. "How am I supposed to work now?"

The guys laughed as they wandered off to the make-up chairs. Messing with Misha when he was working was one of their favorite things to do. Not their all-time favorite… that was reserved for another form of messing with Misha. One that involved nudity and lots and lots of touching. And on occasion a sock monkey puppet.

The day seemed to take forever. Jensen was tired, and all he could think about was getting alone with his too favorite men. He and Jared had one more shot and they could call it a day. He'd been good, too. Very professional. They had to give him brownie points for that. It hadn't been easy with Jared teasing him every chance he got.

"Dean, hand me the blood. It's the last ingredient." In character Jensen nodded, giving him the fake blood of lamb.

Jared, as Sam, dropped the ingredients slowly into the bowl, chanting in Latin as he did so, his eyes closed in concentration.

Jensen's last thought was about how hot he looked, all focused and intense, as the room exploded around him and everything went black.

The first thing he noticed when he woke up was that he was in a room. An actual room. With a ceiling and four walls. Jared was passed out on the couch. Otherwise, they were completely alone. No director, no camera crew, no extras or make-up… where did everyone go?

He rushed over to Jared, gently shaking him awake.

"What?" he mumbled.

"Dude, wake up."

As his friend yawned, trying to get his bearings, Jensen glanced around the room.

"Where are we?" Jared asked.

"It looks like the set of Bobby's house. Except it's not a set."

"But that doesn't make any sense. We were just filming… weren't we?"

Curious, Jensen started looking through the books on the shelf. The really old books. "These aren't props. None of this stuff. It's all real."

Jared groaned, getting his attention. He was by his side in an instant.

"You okay?"

"I think I must have hit my head in the blast."

"Here let me see," he said, inspecting his head for injuries.

"Do you think this is a Misha prank?"

"Or Sebastian."

"Or both," they both said together.

"Those bitches." Jensen was already thinking up a counter prank. He had no idea how they pulled this off, but he had to admit, it was good. And they were going to pay dearly for it.

"What do we do now? I'm not even sure where we are."

"Then let's just enjoy the quiet." Jensen smiled as he rubbed the back of Jared's neck fondly. "I'm sure they'll show up sooner or later.

"True," Jared said, leaning back into his touch with a sigh.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Startled they jumped apart, turning toward the door. Their friend and cast-mate was standing there glaring at them.

"Hey, Jim. Honestly we're trying to figure that out ourselves. How much do you know?"

"I know you're talking nonsense, and who's Jim?"

Jared glanced at Jensen and back again. Clearly at a loss. "Um…"

"Did you fall down and hit your head? What the hell's wrong with you two?"

"Actually, I think I did." Jared said.

"Guys, I really don't have time for this," he said with a huff. "I have to pick up Jo and Ellen. While I'm gone…" He stopped, staring at them both. It was then that Jensen realized he was holding Jared's hand. It was an unconscious instinct to reach out to him. Although not everyone on set knew they were together, most… like Jim… suspected. Their friend looked totally surprised though. He quickly let go of Jared's hand.

"Just try not to touch each other so much while I'm gone. It's freaking weird."

They watched him rush out of the room like someone possessed.

"We should go after him."

"Why?" Jensen said. "He's a total cock-blocker."

Jared gave him a pointed look. "He obviously knows what's going on. He said Ellen and Jo. Like the show. He must be a part of whatever this is."

"I didn't think of that." Jensen rubbed the back of his neck in frustration. "What if it's not a prank though?"

He stared at him like he was a crazy person. And maybe he was. Maybe it was all an insane dream. That actually made more sense than anything. But, it was so realistic. He wasn't getting his hopes up that he'd wake up anytime soon.

"You think this is real? That Bobby was just here, and we're somehow in the Supernatural world? That's nuts."

"Remember Season 6? The French Mistake?"

"That was a script, Jensen. Things like that don't happen for real. We don't live in a magical world."

"Doesn't mean there isn't one."

"I'm pretty sure, that's exactly what it means."

Jensen rolled his eyes. "I'm just trying to figure this out, okay? If it's a prank it's really elaborate. And if Ellen and Jo show up then I don't know what to think. Last I heard Alona was in New York."

"But what's the alternative? That Supernatural is real? That the writers are all prophets getting messages from some alternate universe? Seriously?"

"It does explain Season 7."

"Good point."

Jared sighed heavily, walking over to the window. "I can't tell anything from looking outside. We could be in the Midwest or in Canada."

"There's one sure way to find out," Jensen said.

"I'm not going to like it, am I?"

"We pray to Cas." At Jared's incredulous look, he held up his hand to stop his impending tirade. "Hear me out. Either the real Cas shows up, and we have our answer. Or Misha shows up, laughing his ass off, and we have our answer. Either way…"

"We have our answer," Jared finished. He thought for a few minutes. "You know we're going to be the laughing stock of the whole cast and crew, right? Misha will probably tweet about it."

"Dude, we already are. You don't think they have hidden cameras someplace? They're probably watching us right now, eating popcorn, and laughing it up. Those bastards." He held up his middle finger in salute just in case.

"Fine. Go ahead, pray to Cas."

"Why me?" It was one thing to talk about doing it, but he didn't want to be the actual one 'praying'.

"Profound bond, remember?"

Jensen scowled, but he knew Jared was right. The real Cas was more likely to come if he called. Not that it mattered really. They couldn't really be in an alternate universe. It was too crazy.

Jared smiled at him, as he leaned in for a kiss. "For luck," he said.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He'd done this a thousand times on the show, but now he just felt stupid.

"Um… Castiel, Angel of the Lord or… whatever, get your fine feathery scheming ass down here pronto. We need you."

A swishing sound filled the room, and for a moment, it sounded foreign. It was a sound he'd heard often, only added later into the scene. He didn't have time to dwell on it though, because suddenly the man or angel was there before them, trench coat and all. Jensen glanced over at Jared, knowing his face looked just as shocked.

"Misha?" he said, his voice coming out with a squeak.

The dark haired figure contemplated them for a few seconds before responding. When he did, Jensen knew without a doubt, it was not their friend standing in front of them.

"I'm sorry, Dean," he said, his voice low and gravely. "I don't understand that reference. What's a Misha?"