Hey guys. So here's my foray into the Supernatural fandom. This idea has been rattling around in my brain for a while. A little explanation: Dean, Sam and Cas are all actors on a hit tv series. All the names are switched basically. Jensen plays Dean in real life but in this Dean plays Jensen. Much like the French Mistake. This is a Destiel fic. Which I didn't think I would ever write because I'm not that talented. But here I am. Also, cons, interviews and stuff are going to be real things that Misha, J2 and the rest of the cast have done. Basically, if it really happened, I can use it for this. The chapters will start with what appears to be a fan site.

If you're familiar with me and my writing, you know that I always name a fic after a song that I feel inspires the feel of the story (which usually doesn't make sense till at least half way through). The song for this fic is Burning Bridges by OneRepublic. I really like the acoustic version.

The song for this chapter is First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes.

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Chapter One: First Day of My Life

Supernatural is Turning Seven!

That's right folks, you heard it here! The beloved television sitcom Supernatural is turning seven today. On September 13, 2005 (a mere seven years ago), the pilot for our favorite comedy aired its pilot episode. Many tuned in for the event making it the number most watched pilot of the season. If only we'd known that the characters would become so beloved, we might have got out while we could before we got sucked into the lives of Jensen Ackles, his best friend, Jared Padalecki and their experience living across the street from the crazy, loud, inappropriate mixed siblings, featuring fan favorite Misha Collins. The two roomies portrayed by real life brothers Sam and Dean Winchester have had a hell of a time dealing with the antics of a family of grown, mixed siblings played by Castiel Garrison and his real life brothers Balthazar, Gabriel and Lucifer (who seems to control the internet because we cannot find any proof that his name is otherwise. What kind of parents did this guy grow up with?). Between failed relationships, hilarious miscommunications and gardening mistakes, J2 (the fandom's cute nickname for the roomies) and 'The Angels' have grown with us, laughed with us and even cried with us (don't tell Dean we know those were real tears in season 3). Here's to another seven years. Happy birthday, Supernatural!

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Jacklesgirl4lyf

Lucifer has to be his real name. There's no way to fool Google. They know everything.

CastielismyAngel

I remember the first time I saw Supernatural. I was so sad after Dr. Sexy MD went on hiatus. And then there was this entire show of attractive males. Has anyone else noticed how there aren't a lot of women on the show? I mean the only returning female characters are Samantha (played by the lovely Ellen Harvelle), Alona (played by Ellen's beautiful daughter Jo), Felicia (oh my gosh, I love Charlie!) and Nicki (played by Meg Masters who I think is really just like her character but the site won't let me use any foul language). Not that I'm complaining.

Mr. TrollMcTrollypants

This show sucks. I literally cannot believe it's been on the air this long.

AngelsGirl

Shut up, Troll. I don't know how you keep getting accounts. Seriously, haven't you been banned like six times already?

Mr. TrollMcTrollypants

Eight. What can I say? The internet loves me. Unlike this show.

"No, we are not going to kill off Lucifer and Crowley," Castiel Garrison bit out. He was sitting rigidly in his seat, eyes boring into the nervous, exhausted writers sitting across the table from him.

"Look, Cas, they are everyone's least favorite characters. Pellegrino plays your dick brother and Sheppard is his best friend. No one likes them; the episodes that feature them tend to do worse than episodes without. They are bringing the ratings down."

"The fans love them. When we do conventions, the panels featuring them sell out faster than anyone else's. We can't just kill them off. We're not Dr. Sexy!"

"The fans might love Lucifer and Crowley, but they definitely do NOT like Pellegrino and Sheppard. The characters literally just make everyone feel like shit. We need to change that."

"This is a comedy. We have to have unlikeable characters. Seinfeld had Newman;Big Bang Theory has Wil Wheaton. We have to have the douche characters. We're not killing them, next idea," he said and the writers knew that the conversation was over.

Hours later, Cas retired to his trailer on the set and placed a pillow over his head, screaming into it in frustration. He lay there tiredly, trying to let the stress drain from his body. A knock on the door pulled him from his silent solitude and he dragged himself up to the door and pulled it open.

"Dude, you look like Hell," Dean said, stepping into the trailer and reclining on the sofa.

"I had a meeting with the writers today," Cas mumbled tiredly. Dean perked up, worry tensing his body.

"What did they say? Have they made a decision?"

"I managed to persuade them to put it off for now. But they aren't listening, Dean. They want Lucifer's and Crowley's characters dead. They want them to die in a hilariously tragic way for the season finale and the next premiere will be their funeral where we are all inappropriate and disrespectful. They don't understand why we need them."

"I'm sorry man," Dean said, patting his friend's back. "That's rough. But hey, happy birthday to Supernatural. We wouldn't be here without you, Cas. You made us into who we are." Cas smiled, ignoring the twist in his stomach at the responding grin on his best friend's face.

"It was just a small idea. I'm lucky that you and your brother agreed to do this with us. I know you got offered the role of Superman at the same time. And you chose us, which is something I will never understand."

"Please, Superman is old hat. This is good stuff, Cas. It's full of heart and humor and people relate to it."

"Thanks, Dean. You going to come for pie after the shoot is over?" Dean pouted.

"I can't. I have that shoot for TV Guide with Sammy after we do our takes."

"Oh that's right. I forgot. I'll save you a slice," Cas promised.

"Dude, I could kiss you," Dean said, laughing and Cas laughed too, ignoring the new image that was filling his head. "Okay, well I better get to makeup to have them touch me up and then I'm doing the bar scene with Jo." He stood up, heading towards the door. He stopped and turned. "And Cas?" Cas looked up at him expectantly. "Don't let them get you down. You know what's best for this show." He left and Cas was left alone, mind clouded by the vibrant green eyes and charming smile of his friend. He mused for a moment and then stood up and grabbed his phone, dialing Gabriel's number.

"Go for Gabriel," his brother's voice came over the line.

"Gabe, it's Cas."

"Hey! How's the show doing? Did you work out that kink with the writers? Because I can fill the trailer full of boxer shorts again," he joked.

"It's still a work in progress. How is Chicago? Is Balthazar behaving himself?"

"Does he ever? The con was great today. Great panels, I got candy, Balthazar was full of his usual innuendos and took someone back to the hotel room with him and now I am getting ready to party it up at the bar with the fans. They missed you, Dean and Sam by the way. It sucks that you guys had to reshoot."

"Yeah, I was looking forward to it. We're sorry you aren't here for the birthday party either."

"Yeah, bro, but don't worry. The Trickster is going to make a party with the fans who are all way more obsessed than us. Seriously. They quote my lines better than I do."

"Just try not to eat all the desserts again, Gabriel. I swear you're going to get diabetes and eat yourself into the grave."

"Dude, relax, my metabolism is fine. Besides, why live if you can't enjoy life?" Cas remained silent on the line while his brother laughed.

"Gabriel, should we cancel the show," he asked quietly.

"No way, Cas. We are the number one comedy. Our only competition is Big Bang and it's on a different night. Our fans love us and they love the show. I had a woman come and tell me that she hasn't laughed in eight months since her son died and then she found season one in a box of his things and watched it and laughed so hard she cried. She said that she felt connected to him for the first time. We mean something, Cas. We don't just make people laugh. We make people feel like they are not alone, like they're family. And they are. We're all a family. We're staying on air and Luci and Crowley are staying too." Cas felt his chest lighten at his brother's conviction.

"Thanks, Gabriel. I'll see you when you get back."

"No problem, bro. Hey and kiss your boyfriend for me," he teased in a singsong voice.

"As I've told you repeatedly, Dean is not my boyfriend."

"Whatever," Gabriel scoffed and then the line went dead. Cas sighed and tossed his phone onto the bed bedside him. He stretched out and took deep breaths, hoping to get some sleep before the party later.

His show was in trouble –his brothers were in trouble –and yet all he could think of was the feel of his best friend's hand on his shoulder and the comforting words he had spoken before leaving.