The French Mistake
Part One
Lightning flashed and thunder boomed outside of Bobby's house. The Winchester twins sat in the study looking at old books, giving off the appearance that they were researching.
However, if one were to look closer, like, for example, the youngest sibling who stood in the doorway, it was obvious that that was not what was occurring.
"Where's Bobby?" Sam said, jolting both of his siblings from their sleep.
"In town, supply run." Dean said gruffly, voice groggy.
"In this?" Sam asked as thunder boomed and crackled outside.
"Yeah." Maggie said, stretching and pulling her long blonde hair from its bun. "It's been decided that Bobby's my favorite now. We were out of Hunter's Helper." She waved an empty bottle at her little brother.
At the next clap of thunder, another body had joined them.
"Hello, Winchesters." A sandy-blond angel greeted them. "You've all seen The Godfather, right?"
"Hey." Dean said, attempting to get his attention.
"Dude, ever heard of a door? It's a new invention. You should try it sometime." Maggie told him.
Balthazar ignored the twins and continued talking about the Godfather.
"I said 'hey'!" Dean said, this time successfully gaining the angel's attention, if only for a moment.
"You did. Twice. Good for you." Balthazar responded sarcastically before he began flitting around the room, gathering ingredients for a spell and explaining the current situation.
Raphael was after them all.
"Where's Cas?" Maggie all but demanded.
"Oh, your dear Cassie is deep, deep underground, little lamb. See, Raphael wants to draw him out into the open, so he's put a hit list out on everyone who's helped him. Which, naturally includes you three and, most importantly, me."
Sam stepped forward. "And you expect us to just believe you?"
Balthazar began painting a sigil on the window using his concoction. "Oh, you don't have to believe me," he told Sam. "You'll go where I throw you either way."
"Excuse me?" Maggie questioned.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked at the same time.
Lightning flashed again.
"That's all the time we have, lady and gentlemen. Now, where is it?" Balthazar opened his jacket, revealing a large bloodstain.
"Whoa! What the hell is that?" Maggie said, shock and concern lacing her voice.
"What? Oh, garish, I know. Uncle Raffy sent one of his nastiest to handle me. I'm actually quite flattered. And currently down a lung at the the moment. Here's for you." He tossed Sam a key.
"What am I supposed to do with this?"
"Run with it. And, little lamb, remember that some things are just planned. You can't escape them in any universe."
Maggie frowned.
Another clap and another angel appeared behind them.
"Virgil." He turned back to the siblings. "I said run!"
Balthazar threw his hand out and the three went airborne through the window bearing the recently drawn sigil.
Moments after they crashed through the window, instead of landing on the ground outside of the house, they landed on a hard mattress.
"What the…" Maggie trailed off as they slowly stood.
A voice yelled out, "CUT!"
The siblings turned to see an older man sitting in a director's chair. "Jared, Claire, Jensen, outstanding! That was just great!"
A crew member walked behind them. "Real good, solid fall. Way to go."
The crew member gave Dean's rear a smack, causing him to stiffen, and Maggie to hold back a snort of amusement.
"Supernatural! Scene one echo, take one. Tail slate. Marker!"
Dean, Sam, and Maggie looked around in bewildered confusion.
"No…no angels?" Sam asked, looking over his shoulder.
"Nope. No angels…I think?" Dean was looking around, scanning surrounding faces in ever growing suspicion.
"Should we be killing anybody?" Sam continued.
"I don't think so."
"Running?" Maggie asked.
"Where?" Dean responded, still looking around. "If either of you see a way out, then by all means let me know."
Maggie, picked up a piece of the "window" that they had just flown through. She gave it a shake and she and Sam watched as it wobbled around like jello.
The director shouted out again. "Okay! That's a wrap on Jared, Jensen, and Claire for the day!"
"Who—who the hall are—"Sam's question was cut off as a young woman grabbed his arm. Maggie tensed, instincts flaring.
"Jared! Three minutes, okay? Great!" The woman dragged him off.
"Where are you going?" Dean hissed after him.
Another woman approached Dean. "Mr. Ackles! There you are! Let's just get you in the chair."
Dean looked at his twin and mouthed 'chair?'
Maggie only shrugged and followed him, opting to plant her feet in a spot where she could see both her brothers.
Yet another woman approached. "Claire! Here's your phone. Angela—that new PA you agreed to last Tuesday—is bringing Libby in about half an hour and told me to let you know that Misha left you lunch in your trailer."
Who was Libby? Maggie wondered.
"Sorry," she said to the crewmember. "Which way is my trailer?"
The crewmember gave her a bewildered look.
"Humor me, please, I'm exhausted." The blonde said, trying for a smile.
The crewmember's look changed to understanding. "Oh, don't worry about it. Everyone has one of those days." She said before pointing Maggie in the proper direction.
She quickly cast glances at her brothers to check on their safety. She vaguely heard Dean's horrified exclamation of "Oh crap, I'm a painted whore." She snorted before walking off. They'd be fine without her for a bit.
Maggie followed the instructions that the crewmember had given her and quickly found the trailers.
Each one was marked with its corresponding actor's name.
S Roche
M Shephard
J Ackles
Wait…J Ackles.
Maggie remembered hearing the woman refer to Dean as 'Mr. Ackles.' This must have been his. And she was…Claire, if she remembered correctly. She kept walking.
J Padalecki
C Collins
M Collins
There was no 'C Ackles'. But the 'C Collins'… Why was there only one Ackles?
She opened the door to the trailer marked C Collins and knew right away that it was hers. The odd assortment of photographs tacked to the wall and the decorations in varying shades of light colors practically screamed her ownership.
She decided to investigate fake-her's trailer. What kind of life did other-her lead?
Maggie crossed over to the pictures. There was one of her and 'Jensen' crossing their eyes and sticking their tongues out.
The next was a shot of her and Jared and Jensen smiling.
The ones that followed, however, were not what she was expecting.
Granted, she had expected that fake-her would have more of a real life than she did…but nothing could have prepared her for this.
Fake-her was married to Cas…or fake-Cas, she figured. The picture itself was of their wedding. They were, or had been, cutting the cake. However, a good majority of the frosting was smeared across their faces. They looked happy.
The next one left her reeling. The picture was of fake-Cas and a little bright blue eyed baby with tufts of blonde hair. The photo itself was labeled in silver sharpie and read: "Misha and Libby."
Maggie collapsed onto the couch in the trailer. Now that she was paying attention, there were dozens of photographs of this little girl. There were candid shots of her and Misha (which, judging by all the silver sharpie labeling, was fake-Cas's name here). And there were some with the baby and herself—well, Claire here—and even more with all three of them.
There was no doubt. The little girl—Libby—was hers.
She had to find Dean and Sam.
In a split-second decision, she gently removed some of the pictures from the wall and put them in the picket of her jeans before heading out the door.
"Dude! I have a helicopter!" Dean's voice was heard from the next door trailer.
Sam's quickly followed. "You also have a three hundred gallon aquarium. Maggie silently followed them in. "I have a baby." She announced quietly.
Both of her brothers turned to her in shock.
Hey-o little birds! This is a looooong time coming. It's basically a test run to see if you guys like Maggie or whether or not I should scrap her. I have the entirety of this episode completed it's just a matter of typing it up. It's gonna be at least five parts, but I've already completed the whole thing (yay!)! So, tell me what ya think and I'll work on getting the rest ready for ya! Love ya! ~Pidge~