Dean filled his glass of whiskey and set the bottle down on the kitchen table. He looked around Bobby's place and over to Sam. Sam sat at the table on his laptop searching for another job. It had been quiet for a few days and they had squat to go on. Dean paced for a minute but paused as he took a drink.
He could just feel when Castiel appeared.
"How's the war going Cas?" Dean asked without turning around. Sam looked up from the computer and to the angel.
"Something has come to my attention," Cas said plainly.
"Goody, bri-," Dean stopped midsentence when another person appeared between him and Cas. A man in a blue sweater with white snowflakes on it. He was clutching his bleeding neck. He was face to face with Cas and the angel just stared at him. He looked exact like him.
Sam got a good look at him as he began to collapse. Dean caught him.
"Misha?"
"Misha!?" Dean looked at Sam.
"Yeah, Misha the actor, remember how he died?"
"Cas a hand!" Dean shouted. Cas blinked and touched him. He healed the man. The man began to breathe easily and felt his neck there was no wound. He looked around the room frantically.
"Jensen? Jared? What the Hell is going on?" He asked as Dean helped him up.
"Uhm…what's the last thing you remember?" Dean asked. Castiel just looked him up in down in curiosity.
"I was going home and that creepy guy was in my backseat! He put a knife to my neck, he took me to some back alley and slit my throat! I'm dead!….I'm dead…I'm dead? And heaven is the set? Really? Then there's this guy that looks more like me than I do, actors and stunt doubles do not look this much alike," Misha asked. Cas began to pace around him.
"Uh, no you're not dead. My names not Jensen and his name is not Jared. I'm Dean, that's Sam. You're in another universe where the show…the demons the monsters, they're real," Dean said. Misha looked at Cas with wide eyes.
"He's real, he's the real Castiel?" Misha asked. Cas looked at him oddly.
"I am very much real, how does one fake being themselves?" Cas asked.
"I need to sit down," Misha replied. Dean helped him to an empty chair next to Sam.
"As random as his appearance is, there is a more pressing matter at hand," Cas said and Dean snapped his head up to him.
"Wait, you're not here about him?" Dean asked.
"I am not,"
"Alright, hit me with it, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing is wrong with me, but do you have to horsemen's rings?" Cas asked.
"Last time I checked, I had them all but Deaths,"
"Can you check?" Misha looked up at them and he listened to them. The Dialogue was familiar.
"Why?"
"I believe someone has stolen them, I believe the horsemen are trying to regain their strength. They could be coming after you, maybe even open Lucifer's cage," Cas explained.
"Death would never do that," Both Misha and Dean said at the same time. Dean looked to him.
"How did y-"
"We filmed this last month! Cas thinks the horsemen are coming after you but he's wrong. It's Pestilence. Balthazar stole the rings, he sold them to the horseman. Balthazar didn't know that pestilence already had his ring otherwise he wouldn't have sold him both of them," Misha explained the plot as he knew it. Cas looked at him confused.
"Why would pestilence want all the rings?"
"He doesn't want all of them, Death won't give up his ring, he wants the other three. One ring he can infect humans, two rings he can infect demons and monsters, and three rings he can…" Misha trailed off and looked at Cas wide eyed.
"What?" Dean asked.
"The director told me to hold my arm to my side, like I was trying to hold my stomach. He said it was foreshadowing. You're already sick," Misha said to him.
"I feel like a broken record here but what?" Dean asked.
"Three rings and the horseman can infect angels," Misha answered.
"How do you know all of this?" Sam asked.
"I know my characters story! I've only been living it for years!" Misha snapped.
"Cas, have you seen Pestilence?" Dean asked the angel.
"I have not,"
"Pestilence doesn't have to see him, with those rings and the fact that he has infected him before, Pestilence doesn't have to be anywhere near him," Misha replied.
"So Pestilence is going after angels?" Dean asked.
"Not angels, Castiel," Misha answered.
"Why?"
"Because Castiel is the one who overcame his sickness and cut off his fingers," Misha answered with a smile and looked to Cas again. Dean looked Cas over. He was tucking his right arm against his side.
"It's like we have another prophet on our hands," Sam replied.
"I'm not a prophet! I am an actor from Boston, I do charity work, I used to work at the white house, I had a tea party in the middle of a road!" Misha said. Dean and Sam nodded along until the white house and tea party part.
"Well, that started off as a good 'I'm a normal person' speech but it fell apart there at the end," Dean replied. Misha smiled sheepishly and laughed to himself.
"You had a tea party, in the middle of a road? You didn't get arrested?" Sam asked. Misha shrugged.
"It wasn't like we were in the middle of a 10 lane highway, we were on a traffic island! And the cop had tea with us," Misha tried to say with a straight face but had to look away as he laughed. They just looked at him.
"What? You only live once!" Misha defended himself.
"Maybe on your side of veil," Dean replied and looked to Cas again.
"You feeling alright Cas?" Dean asked. Cas looked to him.
"I feel fine, If Balthazar is the one who sold the rings then we need to talk to him. He needs to help us retrieve them," Castiel spoke.
"Good luck with that, I doubt he's going to even admit he took the rings," Sam replied.
"How did he get them anyway?" Dean asked.
"How many times have you summoned him here? The man's a sneaky, snarky, thief!" Misha piped up.
"I have to try," Castiel said and vanished.
"No!" Misha yelled and tried to reach out for Cas but he was gone.
"What?" Sam asked. "He does that all the time,"
"Yes and the more of his powers he uses the quicker he'll get sick, especially demon smiting and healing," Misha told him.
"Now what are we going to do with you? You don't fight, you don't hunt, you're…" Dean began. Misha looked at him expectantly.
"What?"
"An actor,"
"What's so wrong with that?" Misha asked defensively.
"Do you know how to use a gun?"
"Cas doesn't even know how to use a gun!" Misha snapped.
"Cas is a gun," Dean snapped back.
"Well, in the show, Bobby's is usually a safe place. Leave me here if you're worried about me. I don't exactly want to volunteer to fight anyway. I can do most stunts but not…all that," Misha replied.
"Alright party, calm down, we'll just figure out how to get you home," Dean said.
"Thank you,"
"Now, what else do you know?" Dean asked and sat across from him. Misha looked at him unsure about whether or not he should tell.
Castiel appeared behind Balthazer in a lavish hotel room. Balthazar was laying out across the bed with four beautiful women all over him.
"Castiel! Sorry brother but the Menage a trios is more than full, come back another time," Balthazar replied.
"Balthazer, you stole the horsemen's rings," Castiel said firmly, unamuzed by his brothers antics. Balthazar whispered to one of the girls and she grinned. She got up and walked to Castiel. She began hanging on him and kissing his neck. He grabbed her hands and pushed her back. He put a hand to her face and looked her in the eye.
"There is so much more to you than this, forget about your parents, make yourself proud of you," He told her. She looked shocked at him and began to tear up. She grabbed her robe and ran from the room.
"You need to stop doing that!" Balthazar replied and reached for a glass of champagne.
"You need to stop trying to distract me," Cas retorted. Balthazar took a drink and rolled his eyes.
"Fine, Fine, what do you want?" Balthazar asked.
"You to accept responsibility and help me get the rings you stole back from Pestilence!" Castiel told him.
"What's the big deal? So he can give demons the flu? Sit back and enjoy to show says I," Balthazar laughed.
"He has all the rings except for Deaths, He can go after the angels. He can start a whole new apocalypse!" Castiel scolded him.
"So avoid the bloke! He's still going to take a while to gain strength and he can't get to heaven!" Balthazar laughed.
"Avoidance? Avoid the being that can kill everything on this entire planet in a few days? I have fought too hard Balthazar, I just helped stop one apocalypse and you went and started another!" Castiel growled at him.
"Cassy!" Balthazar tried. Castiel snapped his fingers and the remaining girls began to get dressed and leave.
"Oh come on!" Balthazar groaned but Castiel disappeared.