_*~)\Mr. Crowley~ Ozzy Osbourne.:/(~*_
_~\{ Mr. Crowley, it s symbolic of course }/~_

Jared and Jensen loaded the stuff into the trunk of the Torus and they took off down the block, turning and then stopping when Richard told them too. The ride had been ridiculously short and normally wouldn't warrant a car ride, but Jared and Jensen didn't think it was a good idea to leave the car at the store and Richard couldn t agree more. In fact, parking in front of his apartment was risky, tires and other parts were always being stolen off cars in the area.

It took no time to heat up the dinner food they had bought and Richard put in the second of the older Star Wars movies, technically fourth in the whole series. They were drunk by the time Vader was killing Obi-Wan Kenobi and being drunk seemed to make the scene funnier and sadder at the same time and they all had a good laugh over it. Some how they managed to launched into a heated argument that made hardly any sense, about what would have happened if Obi-Wan had escaped and survived. Jared stood wobbly on his feet after the movie ended, making his way toward the kitchen.

"I'm goanna get more s-nacks. Jared" said with a belated snicker to a joke Richard had said about ten minutes before. Turning on his slightly too long legs, Jared collided with the door-fame he didn't remember being that close to. Rubbing his nose, which didn't really hurt, he stumbled around the wall into the kitchen, Jensen and Richard laughing at his clumsiness.

"I'd like to see you try and drunk walk through a wall." Jared said slightly miffed at their antics and Jensen looked at Richard, grinning and fighting snickers.

"Make any sense to you?" Jensen asked and Richard shook his head, causing them both to laugh. They chuckled for a few seconds longer, the mood shifted to something more somber and with the lack of a distraction, allowed them a rare moment to think of things they had been trying to avoid.

"Was I an al-right kind-a guy, before the memory part of my brain took a vacation?" Richard asked Jensen, who looked at him confusedly before what Richard had asked registered. They heard some thumping and sound of feet moving in the kitchen, but thought nothing of it; Jared was probably tripping over his own feet, possibly even chair legs while trying to get snacks.

"Ch-yeah." Jensen said with an expression that said 'du-huh'.

"As far as I know, mean we only worked together, what, a hand full of times, but you seemed pretty cool then, if a bit of a dork, but we're all kinda dorky sometimes, gotta be to keep things entertaining." Jensen rambled a little, Richard nodded some what reassured that he wasn't a jerk or anything worse, but some how the description of him just didn't seem to fit completely.

Richard had an over whelming feeling he had been a jerk to them, but that didn't seem to make sense, Jared and Jensen, even drunk, didn't have anything bad to say about him.

"Hey Moose, you okay in there, you're taking forever!" Jensen shouted toward the kitchen, they didn't hear anything for a moment and he looked toward Richard in concern when they heard the sound of breaking glass.

Scrambling to their, feet, a little more alert then before, but still drunkenly uncoordinated, they stumbled into the kitchen, tripping over each other as they went.

When they got into the kitchen they saw Jared standing with his back against the wall farthest from the broken window, salt dumped in a wiggly line around him and a look of panic on his face as he gripped a butcher knife. Jared saw them and motioned toward the window, but they saw nothing there. When they looked back at Jared, they saw he had a confused look on his face. After a moment, feeling the threat was gone or in his head, Jared relaxed some and ran a hand through his hair with a sigh.

"Man I think we've been filming Supernatural too long." Jared said shakily, looking a little less panicked. "Some dude busted in the window and I swore he had black eyes. I think I scared him off with the knife, maybe I should lay off drinking for the rest of the night." Jared said, shaken slightly from the whole experience. Jensen helped him to one of the chairs at the table and Richard walked over to the window to peer out.

"Well I don't see your mystery man now, so you can put the knife away big guy." Richard said looking around for something to cover the hole in the window.

"What is it with you and knives anyway? I mean I get the demon killing knife you stole from Ruby, but you and sharp objects are just scary." Richard said, not really thinking about what he was saying, as he picked up a pizza box from a week ago and some duct-tape.

"Yatzee." Richard said, looking over at Jared and Jensen in triumph, only to frown at their confused looks.

"What?" Richard asked in confusion, letting his arms drop to his sides.

"You remember Gen's character, but not ours?" Jared asked, somewhat offended because Richard never worked with Genevieve, Jared's wife, who played the demon Ruby.

"Who's Gen? I was talking about someone named Ruby and I get the feeling I don't- didn't like her for some reason." Richard said contemplatively. "She's dead, right?" Richard asked, remembering an over whelming devastation that was brought about because she had tricked them. The irony of it was not lost on Richard, but he couldn't remember why that was and Richard wasn't wholly sure he wanted to, but it gave him a happy feeling to think of this Ruby dead.

"Huh, yeah Gen's character, Ruby, was killed off at the end of Season four." Jensen explained and gave Jared a look that said maybe Richard had watched the episode. Jared returned the look with a slight frown and shrug, as if asking 'how would I know'.

"Tell me about that, the end of season four, or whatever." Richard asked, sitting down with the duct-tape and pizza lid completely forgotten in his grasp.

"It's the episode where everyone finds out Ruby was really tricking Sam into killing Lilith, who was the last seal. Sam held her in place and Dean stabbed her with her own knife." Jensen explained. Something about the names Sam and Dean sounded more right to Richard, then Jared and Jensen, and that worried him. Even more worrying was the thing about the seals, that sounded oh so familiar, something he should be worried about even now, but he couldn't think of why. This was just a fictional story right?

"The seals, what did breaking them mean?" Richard asked, setting the duct-tape on the table and shifted uncomfortably in his chair at the feelings stirring in his gut, causing the scar he had to ache.

"To free Lucifer, it s what season five was about, him trying to get Sam, the character I played, as his vessel and start the Apocalypse. Your character only had a couple of episodes in season five, but they are some of the most talked about episodes, your character has a pretty big fan base for only having a handful of episodes." Jared explained and Jensen nodded. Richard's mouth felt as if it was filled with cotton, the sudden urge to throw up bubbling at the back of his tonsils.

"My character, did he happen to die by being stabbed in the abdomen?" Richard asked and they both smiled.

"Yeah, do you remember something now?" Jensen asked, eagerly hoping Richard remember them, only to frown when a near panicked Richard shook his head no and lifted up his shirt.

"Oh. My. God." Jared breathed wide-eyed and looking pale, Jensen stammered with something to say, but was too freaked out to get his brain working. Richard turned to show that the stab wound went all the way through to the other side, but what really freaked them out was the round like scars with a blackened burn mark bursting out from either side of Richard's shoulder blades.

"When I woke up at Father Charles church, I had these scars and a really intense phantom pain like I had been stabbed and my shoulder blades burned off!" Richard didn't like the looks they were giving his back.

"That and I get the feeling there is something missing- not just my memories, possibly more important..." Richard trailed off, trying to remember in vain.

"This makes no sense." Jensen said disbelievingly, and then seemed to think about it.

"I mean yeah if he really was his character it makes sense, but how could he be his character? That s what makes no sense." Jensen clarified as Richard sat back down.

"Let's not jump to crazy conclusions here; you're right it's not possible." Jared reasoned, his head was still a little foggy from the alcohol and he wanted to let out a snort of laughter at the very thought of Richard actually being an Archangel-turned-Trickster-turned-Archangel-again.

"How about this, we say a word and you say the first thing that pops into your head about the words?" Jared asked and Richard looked unsure, but nodded.

"Lucifer." Jared said, sticking to the topic form before about season five.

"Ungrateful brat." Richard said with conviction and it surprised Jared and Jensen. The thought that one could guess that just from reading the bible didn't make it proof though.

"Okay, Michael." Jensen said, catching onto the theme of where Jared had started.

"Bossy." Richard said, pausing and thinking about that.

"Who's Michael anyway? I get the feeling I should know who that is." Richard said with a frown. Jared and Jensen shifted, they hadn't mentioned Michael to him and they were certain the bible didn t depict him that way.

"Huh, let s just get through a few more questions alright?" Jensen asked and Richard nodded, suspicious of the two.

"Jaci Kathryn Hays." Jensen said and Richard thought about it for a minute before shaking his head.

"Nope, doesn't ring any bells. Why, is she hot?" Richard asked with a grin and a wiggle of his eyebrows. The grin fell when neither of them chuckled, some how he felt they should have at least returned the grin with a smirk.

"No- I mean yes, she's good looking, she's your wife." Jensen said, he thought she was pretty, but that wasn't the point.

"You have two sons as well; I can't remember their names though." Jensen added, trying to remember if Richard had mentioned their names at some point.

"I don't remember getting married, or get the feeling that I was ever married, let alone having any kids." Richard said, slightly freaked out by the idea that there might be some woman out there, with his kids, worried about him and he doesn't even get a tickle of recognition of them.

Yet the name of the devil and this Michael person sounded like he had known them his whole life.

"Am I related to this Michael guy? Why is it I feel like I know him, but not this wife you're talking about, or kids?" Richard asked, looking at them hopefully. Jensen cleared his throat and ran a hand over the stubble on his chin.

"Just one more question and then we'll answer anything you want to know." Jared said and Richard nodded slowly, getting a little impatient, but willing to go along with it for one more question.

"Chuck Shurley." Jared said and Richard's head hurt for a moment, the name setting off warning bells in his head.

"Prophet of the Lord, but that doesn't make sense, something about that name doesn't sound right, or maybe it sounds familiar, I don't know." Richard said trying to think where he heard the name before.

"Who is Chuck and who is Michael?" Richard demanded to know, Lucifer was pretty self-explanatory as he had heard Father Charles sermons each Sunday, but Chuck and Michael were new to him.

"Chuck was a Prophet, like you said. Though at first he didn't know about it, then he ends up meeting Sam and Dean, the characters in the book he had been writing, finding out they are real. Chuck helps Sam and Dean a couple of times, however, anything he sees, happens no matter what. At the end of the series, Chuck vanishes with a snap of his fingers and people speculate he might have actually been God all along." Jensen explained and Richard wasn't sure what to think of that, he got the feeling he didn't know this Chuck personally, so he didn't even have any feelings or impressions to compare it to.

"Michael is an archangel, like from the bible and in the show he was trying to convince Jensen's character, Dean, to be his vessel, he was also your characters older brother your character was the archangel Gabriel." Jared explained, picking up where Jensen had left off.

"Gabriel, now that name sounds familiar, but why would I recognize my character's name and not my own name?" Richard asked, Jensen and Jared shared looks before shrugging.

"Maybe you lost your memory while watching the show?" Jensen offered, it was a lame stab in the dark, but neither actors were willing to think that maybe they were no longer in their world, because things like that just do not happen.

"I guess that would make sense, I should tape up that window now, it s getting pretty chilly in here." Richard said turning to the window only to gasp in shock, there was a man standing there with black eyes.

They all knocked over chairs scrambling to get away from the figure, only to back into the waiting arms of more people who appeared out of thin air behind them.

"Oh look here, Sam, Dean I see you've replaced one angel for another." A gruff man with an English accent said from in front of them and Jensen and Jared recognized him right away.

"Dude, Mark, you scared the crap out of us, where have you been? Have you been in contact with-" Jensen began to say, but someone or something flung him across the kitchen into the wall behind him.

When Jensen caught his breath enough pull himself away from the wall, he found that couldn't move anything. Stuck to the wall as if someone was pinning him there, Jensen looked to see who was holding him, but the other men were still standing in the places they were before. When Jensen heard two more thumps, he looked to his left as best he could and saw Jared and Richard pinned to the wall now as well.

"What the hell what s going on here? How is this even possible?" Jensen asked, freaking out as Jared groaned, finally catching his breath.

"Who hit me? I didn t even see them move." Jared asked, looking up and seeing what Jensen had, he noticed Richard who just wore an angry expression.

"You guys, I don't think that's who you think it is." Richard warned, trying to pry himself off the wall.

"Well who else could it be? I mean Crowley is a fictional character in a T.V show played by Mark Sheppard, there is no way I m going to believe that we somehow ended up in the world of our characters." Jared said, looking between Jensen, Richard, Mark and the creepy dudes standing there.

"I mean come on, it s not even possible!" Jared tried to reason, freaking out from the whole situation, not just because there seemed to be an invisible force holding him in place.

"Yeah Jared, then tell me what it is exactly, that is holding us against the wall? Because I don't see or feel any cables and this isn't a studio set!" Jensen shouted just as freaked out.

"What are you two morons rambling on about now?" Not-Mark asked with an un-amused frown.

"I have to say this is a weird tactic even for you Winchesters. If you think this is going to get you out of trouble for trying to kill me- twice, then you re toying with the wrong demon." Not-Mark said taking a sip from his drink that had appeared out of thin air, Richard defiantly didn't have scotch glasses that nice here.

"We're not Sam and Dean, we just play them on T.V and you play Crowley." Jared insisted.

"Are we on Punk'd?" Jared asked, desperately wishing that were the case.

"Punk'd? You mean that Ashton twit who pranks celebrities. Why would you two Neanderthals be on that show? The two of you are not actors, I bet neither of you could act your way out of a wet paper bag." Not-Mark sneered, clearly not amused by their 'stupid act'.

"Because we are actors, on a show called Supernatural, we're not actually Sam and Dean- we only play them. Is there anyway we can prove it?" Jared asked, trying to pry himself from the wall to no avail.

"Hum.." Crowley mused, eyeing them. Something was defiantly off about the two of them. Crowley looked over to who he thought was a de-winged Gabriel.

"What do you have to say for yourself? Do you believe what they are saying Gabriel?" Crowley asked and Richard's face morphed into a confused frown.

"I wouldn't know, according to them, my name is Richard." Richard said stoically, he had a bad feeling about Mark- Crowley- whatever his name was.

"Told you your name was Richard?" Crowley questioned and Richard nodded.

"That's what they tell me, not that I would know I just met them today; they're convinced that I played a role in this T.V show as well. Something is off about them though, I keep picturing them reacting differently to this situation. Especially Jensen, I picture him more angry at the moment then acting like he s seen a ghost." Richard said objectively, not sure how to react.

"Have all of you lost your bloody minds? Did Castiel do something to you after I left? I know he had a bit of a power boost from Purgatory, but why would he mess with your heads like this?" Crowley questioned, though it was directed more to himself then the three men pinned to the wall.

"Alright I want proof you're not Sam and Dean." Crowley agreed to the offer, taking a sip from his drink. Jensen didn't know how they were going to prove they were not Sam and Dean, except he thought about the hours spent in make-up getting that stupid handprint put on his shoulder.

"Dean has a hand print from Castiel on his left shoulder- from when he was raised from hell. I don't have that, let me down and I'll show you." Jensen said and that spurred Jared on.

"They also have tattoos on their chests to prevent possession, huh, we don't have those either." Jared said sheepishly and a wince, trying to squash down the idea that maybe they should have them, at the moment it felt like a foolish thing not to have if these people were really demons.

"I didn't know about the hand print thing, but I do know about the tattoos, alright boys, let s see it." Crowley said and suddenly the three of them could move again. Wasting no time, Jared and Jensen pulled down the collars of their shirts to revile smooth, unmarred skin.

"Well that's proof enough for me, even if you are those blundering idiots; you obviously aren't yourselves at the moment." Crowley conceded, taking another sip from his seemingly never emptying glass.

"So is there any chance you ll just let us go?" Richard asked feebly and Jensen sighed.

"What about the real Sam and Dean, what did you mean by Castiel has opened Purgatory?" Jensen asked, worried, they knew whatever was in Purgatory was bad, but they hadn't gotten the scripts for what was supposed to happen after The French Mistake before they were sucked into this world.

"The Winchesters and grumpy old hunter Singer were there trying to stop Feather Brain from opening the gates of Purgatory. Castiel isn't listening to them anymore; he feels they don't understand what it he is trying to do is for the greater good. I told him he should have just killed them, the Winchester brothers always fuck over any plan you try to do that's a little sketchy, but he's still attached to them." Crowley said disgustedly taking a sip of his drink as if to wash a bad taste from his mouth. Jared moved closer to the door in attempt to leave and the demons blocked his path.

"Ah uh, you see I think I will use the three of you as leverage to get the souls from Castiel. maybe he'll make the same mistake and confuse you lot of those morons like I did." Crowley said in a scolding tone and suddenly, a couple of demons were grabbing Richard. In an act of quick thinking, Jensen used the distraction Richard was unintentionally causing by struggling to grab the canister of salt Jared had used earlier. Moving low and quickly, Jensen drew a line of salt over the window ceil shoved Jared out of the kitchen and drew a line of salt over the doorway. Jensen tossed the nearly empty container aside and then tackled the two of the four demons attempting to hold Richard, allowing said man to escape. Jensen scrambled to his feet and pulled Richard across the salt line into the living room area.

"As awesome as it is to find out why we can't get in touch with our producers or wives for that matter, we really don't want to be used as leverage in this mess. We're going to go find a way to get home, where we belong and you are going to leave us the hell alone while we do it, just because we're not Sam and Dean, doesn't mean we don't know what they do and how to do it." Jared said, sounding more like Dean then the character Sam, whom he portrays in the show. Jensen, having recovered from his exertion of saving Richard stepped forward, drawing on some of the courage Dean normally has, though he didn't really feel it.

"You can leave or I will exorcise you, either way we're leaving and you better not follow." Jensen said with a glare he didn't quite feel, but he wasn't going to back down, he wondered if this is how Dean generally felt. Not to say Jensen didn't know the exorcism used on the show, but the feeling the demons gave off, their black stares and the twisted smiles creeped the hell out of him.

"You're bluffing; I can feel the waver in your voice." Crowley boasted smugly and Jensen nearly broke out in a nervous sweat, Crowley was the creepiest of them all, he hated working with Mark sometimes on set when he had to play parts like this. Perhaps the accent was what made Crowley seem creepier.

"Dude, I m not going to lie, you creep the ever living, well, you give me the creeps, even when Mark was just playing your character, but I do know how to exorcise you. You see in this world, Sam might be the geek, but in the world we come from, well, Jared's still a geek, but he's not the only one. You think it's easy to just temporarily memorize a line as complicated as the exorcism? It kind of sticks in your head a little bit after reading it a couple thousand times." Jensen said, his confidence building slightly, he wasn't Dean, but he could do this. However, it wouldn't be pretend anymore; and there was that little shred of doubt, especially with the way Crowley was studying him as if he were a piece of meat.

"Alright then, we'll leave for now, but I'm going to be keeping an eye on the three of you. If you so much as step a foot into my territory, you are fair game, are we clear?" Crowley asked pointedly, his drink having vanished at some point, but that was the least of their worries. Crowley could sense Castiel near by and he needed to get somewhere safe before the powered up angel found him.

"We're clear, I can't promise anything if we end up meeting the Winchester brothers, but you are not our main concern at the moment." Richard agreed keeping an eye on them as he moved to grab a backpack and then threw his dirty laundry in it from in front of the bathroom door; he would have to wash them later.

Jensen kept an eye on them as well and Jared catching onto Jensen being in Dean mode and did as Sam would, glancing around to make sure no one was sneaking up behind them, or finding a way to break the salt lines. There were many details, which made up the roles of Sam and Dean; most people didn't notice the subtle things the brothers did in the show, like how they cased a room, slide of hand movements caught on camera. On the subject of Richard for instance, when Sam steals the car keys from the old man in the dinner in Mystery Spot, you can actually see Jared removing the keys from the man's pocket if you watch close enough. Jared often wondered how much detail people actually caught when they watched the show and whether the extra effort was worth it in the end results.

Not seeing anything that posed an immediate danger, Jared refocused on the demons, mentally scolding himself for letting his mind wonder in such a situation. Richard returned with the bag now stuffed full, toothbrush stuck in his mouth like a toothpick, the bristled end bobbing up and down as Richard's jaw flexed. Richard paused to look at Crowley for a long moment, as if trying to remember something, before turning and marching out the front door. Jensen and Jared shifted, not certain if they should say anything, before deciding they shouldn't and followed Richard outside. Richard was crawling into the back seat of the Torus when Jensen and Jared finally stepped out the door, the shorter man sure moved fast when he wanted to.