Dean wasn't expecting for Heaven's Archives to smell like cleaning materials. And to be so cramped.
"Sam," he hissed as an elbow whacked him in the gut. He could feel Cas pressed uncomfortably close behind him. "Come on, man, move."
"It's to small!" Sam protested.
"Open the door, genius, and it wouldn'tbe!"
Dean heard what he assumed to be Sam struggling to open the door. Assuming his ginormous size was making the doorknob squished somewhere in his midsection, Dean took pity on him, reaching over and, after fumbling around for a few minutes, successfully twisted the doorknob.
Unsurprisingly, they fell out in a disorganized heap on the floor.
"Ugh," Dean groaned. He rolled over and got on his hands and knees "I'm never doing that again. Please tell me we're here."
"Unless Heaven got redecorated, I would say no." Sam replied. Dean looked up and saw him already on his feet, studying his surroundings. Doing the same, Dean saw people walking around, some passing by, unphased, others giving them weird looks.
"Did we do the spell wrong?" Dean asked, standing up. Cas was off to the side, watching the people as they walked by.
"No," Cas replied, his deep voice laced with confusion. "Although I believe we're somewhere in Arizona."
"Arizona?" Dean said incredulously. He turned to Sam. "How the hell did we get to Arizona mixed with Heaven? You must have done the spell wrong!"
"I didn't!" Sam protested. "I followed the instructions!"
"Apparently not!" Dean sighed, and ran a hand through his hair, aggravated. They had wasted time they didn't have. Every minute was a minute closer they could have found a way to stop Lucifer's baby from being born, a danger that according to Cas, was unimaginably bad.
"We'll have to get the ingredients again and start over. This time, Sam,I'll do it."
"Dean, Sam, I don't believe this is the right-" Cas concern was interrupted by another voice.
"Guys!" A burly, bald haired man hurried over to them. He wore a plain black shirt that showed off the tattoos on his arms. "Why were you guys on the floor?" he asked, looking confused. He turned his eyes to Cas. "And why is Misha in costume? I thought the Castiel photo op was only limited to some conventions."
It took Dean a second to realized what he said. He looked over at his brother. Sam gave him a panicked look before focusing on the man in front of him, clearing his throat. "Well, you see, um-"
"My name is Castiel," Cas said in his normal gravely voice. "I don't know of anyone named Misha. These are my normal clothes."
"The fans are going to love this." The man grinned, turning to Sam and Dean. "So you guys staying in character to?"
Sam stuttered. "Uh, w-well you know I don't think-"
"So, yes." The man let out a chuckle. "Why else would you guys be wearing that stuff?"
Dean let out a forced laugh. "Yeah, man."
"Got to say, Jared, it's weird seeing you without a beanie."
"Well-" Sam chuckled awkwardly. "Just thought I'd...you know...let my hair breathe."
"Whatever you say, man," he answered good naturedly. "If only they would let you cut it. I hear Gen's been itching to break out the scissors."
"Who?" Sam asked, looking momentarily confused.
The man gave him an odd look. "Your wife, Genevieve."
Sam furrowed his brow as a look of realization crossed Dean's face. He hissed under his breath to his brother, "Fake Ruby!"
"O-Oh," Sam stuttered, his eyes widening as he remembered. "Y-yeah. Gen. I mean," he cleared his throat, "Genevieve, my-my wife. I mean...you know how they are. The, uh, showrunners. Sam's got to have long hair or it wouldn't be Sam, am-am I right?" He chuckled.
"Are you alright?" Castiel asked, his brow furrowed.
"I'm fine," Sam assured .
The burly man gave them a weird look, focusing his eyes on Sam. "You sure, man?"
"I'm completely fine." Sam repeated. Dean heard the panic in his brother's voice, watching as he lost control of the situation. Being the big brother he was, Dean intervened before things could get worse.
"Yeah, sorry, I think Jared here got a little dehydrated. You know how it is in Arizona." Dean forced himself to smile. "You mind taking us back to wherever we're staying?"
"You don't remember your room number?"
Dean gave him an embarrassed smile. "We forgot our keys."
The man shook his head in disbelief. "It's a good thing you guys have me looking out for you. Come on, I have spare." Turning around, he started walking down the long hallway. They all looked at each other for a moment and then started to follow him. Up an elevator they went, before heading down a shorter hallway, stopping in front of one of the many doors lining the wall.
"Here you go, guys," He said as he opened the door, gesturing to the fridge inside, looking back to Sam. "There's some water in there, J-Rod."
Sam furrowed his brow at the nickname, the confusion clear on his face. Dean held in his laugh, pushing his brother in front of him and into the room. "Thanks,"
"Make sure to remember your keys when you leave for your panels," he said. "Misha, I know you love the trenchcoat, but you gotta go change. Your photo ops are in in hour, and you know how strict they are about staying on schedule."
"Why would I-" Castiel began, his voice quickly cut off by Dean's.
"He will," Dean promised, a bit impatiently.
"Alright, well, let me know if you need anything else," He directed towards Sam. "You and Jackles have my number."
He left then, closing the door with a firm click. There was silence, followed by Dean letting out a low laugh, looking up at his brother. "J-Rod? Really?"
"Yeah? What about Jackles?" Sam countered, pointedly raising an eyebrow.
"I thought my last name was Ackles?"
"There are more pressing issues at hand," Castiel interjected, looking worried.
"Yeah, like why the hell we landed in Arizona," Sam said.
"Arizona in another freakin' universe," Dean added.
"Exactly. Which is what I don't understand," Cas muttered. "Sam did the spell correctly. The only logical explanation would be if she were-"
The doorknob jiggled, and they froze, Sam and Dean reaching for their guns a second later, while Cas held his angel blade at the ready. The door opened to reveal three shocked, yet eerily familiar faces.
Oh hell, Dean swore in his head as he recognized, well, them. He resigned himself to what was about to come
"Jared, do you…?" Asked who Dean assumed was Jensen Ackles.
"Yeah man. I see them," Jared said, eyes wide.
Jensen nodded shakily. "Okay. Good."
"What the fuck?" Jared demanded.
Misha laughed. "Oh shit...I've been drugged. Again."
"Again?" Jared asked, looking over at Misha with raised eyebrows. Misha shrugged.
"Look," Dean said, glancing over at Sam. In silent agreement, they both put their guns back into the back of their jeans. "We, uh, can explain. Just shut the door, would you?"
"Oh, sure, yeah." Jensen mumbled sarcastically. "Why don't you tell us who the hell you are first?"
"Okay," Dean agreed, and looked over at Sam expectantly.
Giving Dean a look that read , seriously?Sam cleared his throat, and turned back to the three men in the doorway. "Okay, well, my name is Sam and this is my brother, Dean."
"And let me guess," Jensen scoffed, his voice short, "Your last name is Winchester."
Sam and Dean exchanged a glance, turning back to their doubles. Sam shrugged. "Well...yeah."
"Wow, you are some dedicated fans." Misha chuckled nervously, making an effort to stay calm, keeping his tone light.. "This is- this is some great cosplay."
"They have real guns!" Jared exclaimed.
"Dude, they have our fucking faces!" Jensen hissed at them.
"Well, I guess you could say it's...supernatural." Dean laughed, his smile fading instantly as everyone began to glare at him. "Look, I know this is weird as all hell. Believe me, I do. But it's the real deal."
"Just come in, close the door and listen to us, okay?" Sam asked. "Believe me, you don't want anyone hearing or seeing this."
The actors shared a look before stepping fully into the room, shutting the door behind them with a click. Jared took a deep breath, throwing his arms out to the side. "Okay...go ahead."
"Alright. We were searching for some leads on Lucifer's baby-"
"Lucifer's baby?" Jared asked incredulously.
"Yeah."
"You're crazy. Th-that's only in the show."
"The show, right," Dean scoffed. "Just- just let me finish, okay? Sam was reading this book that Cas translated. It was supposedly about how to counteract a witch's spells, when really, it turned out to be some dude's journal from way back when the Romans ruled, which saidhe met this angel chick called Dieul, who Cas said she was something called the Keeper of Heaven's Archives, which holds all of Heaven's knowledge. We weren't having luck in the Men of Letters bunker, so we said, 'What the hell, let's find a way in-"
"I strongly advised against it," Cas interjected.
"Yeah, Cas, you say that, like, a million times a day," Dean mumbled, rolling his eyes at the angel.
Cas narrowed his eyes. "Only because you Winchester's insist on doing idiotic stunts throughout your life."
Dean ignored replying in favor of going on with his story. "So anyway, Sam found this spell the angel gave the priest, and we tried it thinking it was to Heaven's Archives because the journal said it was a 'backdoor' or something. And then, long story short, we ended up together in this closet where we fell out and met this guy with tattoos, and he took us back here because we said Sam was Jared and Jared was dehydrated and wasn't feeling well and we left the keys in the room. And then...you guys showed up."
"Clif thought you were us?" Jensen asked incredulously, shaking his head. "Jesus, we've been doing this too damn long."
"Yeah, well, we look just little bit like each other." Dean countered.
"Okay." Misha called before the two started arguing, taking a deep breath. "Let''s-let's just say this is real-"
"You're kidding, right?" Jenson interrupted. "How is any of this real? I have to be dreaming."
"Oh it's real, buddy," Dean commented. "Unlike the bullshit that you call a job, this is a hundred percent real."
"Enough," Castiel called out. "Let...Mishaspeak."
"Uh, thanks." Misha mumbled, and looking uncomfortable, he took a deep breath. "So if this is real-"
"I assure you this is reality," Castiel told him, flicking his wrist towards the lit lamp on the side table. When it didn't burst like he'd expected, his brow furrowed in confusion, and he tried again, to no avail.
"What is it, Cas?" Dean asked.
"The lightbulb," Cas muttered "It won't break."
"You're trying to break a lightbulb by flicking your wrist?" Jared asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It would usually work."
"If this is like the other place, the supernatural doesn't really exist here. Which means angels don't exist." Sam announced, looking over to the angel. "Your powers won't work here, Cas."
"Dammit." Dean huffed. "So if there's no magic, how the hell do we get out of here?"
Castiel pursed his lips, his brow furrowing in thought. "Someone or something had to have gotten in the way as we came through our doorway. Something with magic that's powerful enough to displace a spell's course. Especially powerful, to land us in an alternate reality."
"So basically we're screwed," Dean confirmed.
"In theory...yes." Cas nodded.
Sam nodded sarcastically. "This is great."
"Oh, yeah," Jensen muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "No big deal. We'll parade you around as our long lost twins. Surprise mom!"
"Is he always like this?" Dean asked.
Jared shrugged. "You get used to it."
"Well, I really think he can take his crap and shove it up his-"
A knock on the door cut him off, a voice filtering through the wood. "Hey, Jared, you feeling better?"
"Uh, hey, Clif-" Jared began, his eyes going wide. "I- I'm fine."
"Open up, I forgot to give you guys your panel schedule before."
"Oh, uh...slide it under the door." Sam chimed in.
"What? Why? What's going on in there?" Clif asked, noticing something off with 'Jared's'voice. The sound of the doorknob beginning to jiggle echoed through the room.
"Hide!," Misha hissed.
"Where?!" Dean exclaimed.
"I don't know, in the closet?" Misha suggested, beginning to push Dean and Castiel towards the only closet in the room, Sam following close behind.
"We're not all gonna fit in there!"
"Anything is possible if you believe."
"Uh...what?" Dean sputtered.
Just as they reached the closet, the sound of the door opening made them all freeze in place.
"That was really funny, guys," Clif said as he walked in, looking up from the schedules in his hands. He did a double take, his eyes going wide in shock at the scene in front of him.
"Clif," Jared began, stepping forward slightly and raising his hands. "Don't freak out."
Clif blinked a few more times before his eyes practically rolled back in his head, and he fell to the floor with a loud thud.
"Well, so much for not freaking out." Dean mumbled.
A.N.: Hey guys! I know it's been awhile and I'm sorry about that, but it's summer now so I have more time to write. Thank you phoenixwrites79 for helping me with this chapter! Wouldn't have turned out so beautiful otherwise. Reviews and criticism are welcome! It helps me write better. Have a great day guys (: