As Cas regained his vision, he looked around him confused. Where did the room go? Where did everything go?

He was in some sort of a forest, loads and loads of trees and bushes around him. And Dean who had been beside him mere seconds ago, was gone too.

Instead, Balthazar stood beside him.

"You should be dead" Cas voiced the first thing that came to his mind.

Balthazar turned around.

"Hey" Balthazar said indignantly, "what did I do now?!"

Cas furrowed his brow. There was something wrong with Balthazar. Something in the way his face looked, something in the way he spoke and moved.

"Who are you?" he asked while drawing his blade.

"Wow, where you always keep those things hidden… We're not on till another few minutes, you do realise that, right?"

But Cas didn't move. He didn't know who that creature in front of him was, but he knew for sure that it wasn't Balthazar.

"Who are you?" he repeated, raising his blade in warning.

"You do realise that that's not the line, do you?"

Cas didn't move. He didn't want to indulge in his opponents talk, he just wanted to get this over with and find Dean.

"Where the hell is Dean?" he voiced his concerns.

"Okay, now wait a second, Misha. What are you doing?" Balthazar asked puzzled.

Cas was equally puzzled.

"Who is Misha?" he asked.

Suddenly, Balthazar started to grin and he relaxed.

"Now I get it" he said and his grin widened into a full smile. "You're playing 'The French Mistake', aren't you? Clever idea, by the way, but next time fill me in and we can prank Jared and Jensen together."

"Who is Jared and Jensen?" asked Misha, his brow furrowing even further.

"O gosh I love it when you do that head tilt thing, it looks so cute!" Balthazar exclaimed.

Cas straightened his head again. He'd never realised he did anything with it, let alone that that would be cute.

Then he remembered where he was and who he was talking to, and he raised his arm with the blade again.

"Where is Dean?" he asked more forcefully this time. "And what have you done with him?"

Balthazar was about to answer, his mouth already open, when a voice from behind Cas shouted:

"Misha, Sebastian, you're on in five!"

Balthazar closed his mouth and grinned at Cas.

"Show time" he said and started walking past Cas towards the voice they'd heard.

Cas turned with him but didn't follow just yet. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with Balthazar, or the man who pretended to be Balthazar.

He couldn't see any sense for someone to pretend to be Balthazar if it weren't to attack him, which the man had not done.

Ca was confused. He didn't understand anything.

„Misha, come on!" shouted Balthazar.

Cas was still staring at him and Balthazar stared directly back at him. Only then did Cas realise that Balthazar was addressing him.

"Why are you calling me Misha?" he asked and straightened his head again annoyed. Why did he even do that?

"Okay, Misha, will you come if I call you Cas? Is that what you want from me?" He sounded exasperated, but Cas had never understood Balthazar's moods. They came and went too fast for him to catch up to them. "Okay then. Come on, Cas, we have to go."

Castiel found himself walking towards Balthazar, even though he still didn't trust him. And he didn't understand anything that was going on.

Balthazar didn't seem to be a danger to him, so he decided to go with it for now. He followed him to a clearing, which was occupied by men and small cars and carts and cameras and all sorts of other technically looking objects Cas didn't recognise.

He followed Balthazar, who seemed to be comfortable in this chaos, looking from one side to the other. What was going on here?

Then, Balthazar stopped. Cas stopped too, while everyone around them seemed to have something very urgent to do or go to, because the people were all scurrying and fidgeting around and on him. Balthazar was typing on some little device, but he didn't seem unsettled.

Still, Cas didn't dare to move. He still wasn't sure if he shouldn't be running away from here, if this all was a set up to trick him into doing… something.

Nothing made sense.

"Jensen, Jared, finally. What took you so long?" the same voice from before shouted.

Cas looked around and sighed in relief.

"Dean! Sam! There you are!" he greeted them while walking towards them. "Where did you go?"

Dean smiled a definitely not-Dean smile.

„Don't bother, Misha, Seb already warned me. You have to plan your pranks better next time."

Cas stopped dead in his tracks. They were wrong too. Dean and Sam, they weren't Dean or Sam either. What was wrong with the world? What was happening?

Dean and Sam, or whoever they were, positioned themselves besides Cas and Balthazar, who wasn't Balthazar either, and talked about something that Castiel couldn't concentrate on.

There was more scurrying and someone did something to his face and then someone yelled "Action" and then Sam and Dean and Balthazar where themselves again.

They talked and moved like them and even though Cas knew that he should be relieved he was only more confused. He did not understand what was happening, and that frightened him.

And suddenly everyone was staring at him. Cas looked around confused, but he couldn't make out what had led them to stare at him.

Then Balthazar gave him a push, but it wasn't an aggressive or offensive push so Cas barely contained himself to draw his blade.

"Misha, that was your line" Balthazar said, and as Cas only stared at him in confusion he continued: "Do you know on which page we are?"

Cas still didn't answer. He was lost, he had no idea what was going on.

"Hello?" Dean, who again was not Dean anymore, asked while waving a hand in front of his face. "Anybody home?"

Cas knew by the tone of voice that it was meant to be a joke, but he didn't get the humour behind it and he didn't even try. He had more pressing matters at hand.

"Where am I?" he decided to venture out. He was past trying to pretend that he wasn't frightened and insecure. Even though this was the worst course of action ever, he had no idea what to do else. "Who are you? What do you want from me?"

Everyone in that little clearing in the forest stared at him. It seemed that no one moved for a few seconds, and then everyone burst out laughing. Everyone but Dean.

For a second, Cas felt betrayed. What had he done that was so amusing to everyone? What where they doing?

Then his eyes met Dean's, and for some reason it helped. He felt safer, even though nothing else had changed.

Everyone was still laughing, but Dean was not laughing. And then Dean was beside him and Cas followed him without even thinking, Dean felt safe, Dean made him feel safe.

And before Cas could realise where they were going they were in the forest again. Alone.

Dean stopped and turned Cas to face him.

"Misha, you all right?"

And with that sentence every sense of safety vanished from Cas.

Dean was no different than any one of the others, he was just like them. He was probably here to trick him or foul him into doing something or… Cas didn't know why this was happening, he only knew he wanted to get out.

His emotions had to have showed in his eyes, because Dean (he was not Dean, not Dean, definitely not Dean) furrowed his brow in an expression that could have been concern but could have been anything else too.

"Misha?"

Cas turned away to hide the hurt that probably showed on his face. He couldn't see Dean's (not Dean's) face, but he didn't want to either. He didn't want to see what he was thinking, because not-Dean wasn't talking to him, he was talking to Misha, whoever that was. He was talking to someone else and ignoring Cas. Ignoring him when he needed Dean the most. Ignoring him when…

"Cas?"

Cas froze. He didnt dare to let allow the feeling of exhilaration that was spreading through him. For all he knew, Dean was just playing with him, pulling another one of his pranks, tricking him.

"Cas?"

Finally, Cas turned around.

Dean seemed earnest enough. His mouth was slightly ajar in what Cas thought was an astonished expression. The first sprout of hope started to grow and Cas took a tentative step towards Dean.

But then Dean's face changed again, and it was suspicion that showed itself clearly on his face. Cas stopped, his hope fading away.

"Misha, are you pulling another one of your pranks? I have to admit, this one is really good." Dean didn't seem too sure about what he was saying, so Cas forced himself not to give up.

"No" he simply said.

Dean froze.

"No?" he asked.

"No" Cas answered, trying to convey what he was feeling with his eyes.

Dean stared into them for a long time. Castiel didn't dare to move and hoped with all his power.

"Cas".

This time it hadn't been a question.

Castiel's face lit up.

„Dean" he said.

And then everything went black again.


Hey there!

I hope you liked this chapter :)

Sorry it took so awfully long, my muse was gone but now she's here again! *cheers* And I think she want's to stick around this time, so it shouldn't be as long as last time until the next chapter (not a very hard task, I know... *blushes*). And I am actually knowing where I'm going with this now! That's a first, I would say.

So yeah, please tell me what you thought about this chapter, I would love to hear from you!

Until next time!