The next morning Misha drove them all to the studio. Dean was getting worried. How many more days would they have to endure before Cas picked them up?

"Your son is cute." Sam said trying to start a conversation in the car.

"Who West?" Misha asked blushing with pride, "Yeah he's the best. How's Thomas?"

Jared gulped, "My son...Oh good! He's great."

"Bye the way Jensen I love the name you picked for your daughter. Justice is so cute." Misha said looking behind him for a moment.

Dean nodded, "I have a daughter...brilliant."

Misha sighed, "I seriously don't know what's wrong with you two."

When the two of them didn't answer Misha groaned. "Just get out of the car."

Dean and Sam watched as Misha walked off towards his own trailer.

"I like that guy." Dean admitted. Sam laughed,
"Really?"

"It's a funny Cas!" Dean poked his brother looking around the studio. A horrible realization ran over him,
"My god do we have to act?"

Sam nodded, "It's a curse but yeah."

"Is someone going to tell us what to do?" Dean asked after aimlessly wandering around the studio with his little brother for what seemed like 3 hours.

Suddenly a voice overhead sounded, "Jared and Jensen report to studio 8 please."

Dean sighed, "Come on Sam."

Sam was the first to point out the sign Studio 8. They walked in not knowing what to expect. Misha was already dressed up as Castiel. It would have fooled Dean. Misha glared at them and mouth, "Costume."

Dean looked down. He was still in his comic con uniform and so was Sam, "We'll be back soon." He said quickly heading back to his trailer. They found clothes that remotely looked like they would wear in real life and slid them off running as fast as they could back to the studio. Dean felt a flush of embarrassment on his face when everyone stared at him as they walked in. The man who looked exactly like Bobby was here too. Jim...as he remembered.

There was a circle on the floor made out of tape and the set had half of a very clean living room. Dean had no idea what scene this was. He didn't remember it. Sam looked just as confused as he was. Directors began placing them in their positions. Sam had to lean on a pillar and Bobb-Jim was in the corner. However Dean stood next to the circle. Misha was stood directly in the middle of it. Dean had a hunch and he didn't like it. He glanced down at his lines he had been trying to memorize for the last five minutes of set repositions.

Misha was the first to talk. "Action." a different voice called.

It was like Misha's voice turned to the dark side. It became low and gruff. It was Cas' voice. Something he had and hadn't missed in a long time, "What are you doing?" his voice was innocent and helpless. This man was a damn good actor.

Dean thought quickly and stood up from his seat. He put a serious face on and darkened his voice, "We gotta talk."

Luckily the directors didn't "CUT" immediately like they usually did.

Misha glared at him with a glare that could definitely pass as Cas'. Dear god Dean hoped he didn't have to live, "What are you talking about? Let me go?"

Dean paused for a moment then flinched at the innevitable, "CUT!"

Misha's sorrowful face immediately turned to slight annoyance and humor.

Sam sighed leaning pack on his post. Jim stood in the corner looking down at his feet.

"Action." the voice called once more.

"What are you talking about? Let me go!" Misha said his line again.

"Let's talk about superman." Dean thought for a moment, "And kryptonite."

He was glad he was getting this right. For the rest of the scene he was glowing in his own pride. The directors had to cut the scenes a few times because Sam or him would do something stupid like smile. He liked how all the actors' faces turned back to normal when they would cut the tape. It was like, Cas one moment, Misha the next. Jim was doing it too. He had his regular gruff Bobby look on his face and it turned to a happy jolly old man when they cut the scene. Finally it was over. They got to go for the day.

Jensen walked inside his trailer and plopped down in the seat next to the computer. He flipped it open and began typing into google.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked throwing his jacket over a different chair.
"I'm going to watch a few things we're in little brother." Dean said grinning at his idea.

Sam shrugged, "Tell me if I'm a good actor."