Chapter 4

The next few weeks, the boys and Sarah worked a few cases. First there were dragons, then an Arachne then a vengeful spirit.

Sam found out that he had actually been back from hell for over a year and without a soul.

Sarah traveled with them and was watched like a hawk by Dean but Sam could not figure out why or why Sarah's attitude had changed so much. She would only talk to Dean about their cases and would ignore him the rest of the time.

Dean, Sam and Sarah were researching some weird occurrences at Bobby's house when Sam looked up and said, "Where's Bobby?"

"In town, supply run." Dean answered.

"In this?" Sam asked indicating the torrential downpour outside.

"Yeah, man's a hero. We were officially out of hunter's helper." Dean said holding up an empty liquor bottle.

"Hello, boys and… uh, girl… why hello there." Balthazar said mostly to Sarah then refocused and add, "You've seen 'The Godfather', right?"

"Balthazar…" Dean said as he and the others stood up confused. Sarah moved closer to Dean.

"You know, the end, where Michael Corleone sends his men to kill his enemies in one big, bloody swoop?" Balthazar asked as he picked up a container of salt and poured it in a nearby bowl.

"Hey!" Dean yelled.

"Dead sea brine. Good, good, good. You know, Mo Greene gets it in the eye; and Don Cuneo gets it in the revolving door?" Balthazar asked ignoring Dean and looking for more ingredients.

"I said, Hey!" Dean growled.

"You did. Twice. Good for you. Blood of lamb. Blood of lamb." Balthazar said as he searched the fridge. Sarah started to chuckle. "Beer, cold pizza. Blood of lamb. Yes! Blood of lamb!"

"Why are you talking about 'The Godfather?'" Sam asked.

"Because we're in it… right now, tonight. And in the role of Michael Corleone… the archangel Raphael," Balthazar explained still searching for ingredients.

"You mind telling us what you mean?" Dean asked.

"No. No, no, no, no, no, no." Balthazar yelled as he emptied one of Bobby's desk drawers. "Yes. Bone of a lesser Saint. This vertebra will do very nicely. Your Mr. Singer does keep a beautiful pantry."

"Raphael is after you?" Dean asked.

"Raphael is after us all. Even you, sweetheart." Balthazar said throwing a glance at Sarah. "You see he's consolidated his strength. And now he's on the move."

"And where's Cas?" Sam asked.

"Oh, Cassie? He is deep, deep underground. So, good old Raffy put out a hit list on every last Samaritan who helped our dear Cas. Including both of you and your bonny lass. And so much more importantly, me. See, he wants to draw Cas out in the open." Balthazar explained while drawing a sigil on the window.

"And you expect us to just believe you?" Sam asked.

"Oh, don't. You'll go where I throw you either way." Balthazar said nonchalantly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean growled as lightning flashed outside.

"That's all the time we have, gentlemen." Balthazar said opening his jacket revealing a large bloodstain on his side. "Where is it?"

"Whoa. What happened there?" Dean asked.

"Oh, garish, I know. You see, uncle Raffy sent one of his nastiest to handle me. I'm flattered, actually. And down a lung at the moment, but that's all right. Oh! Here's for you." Balthazar said handing Sam a key.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" Sam asked confused.

"Run with it." Balthazar said before he was thrown across the room. "Virgil." He said to the new angel in the room then looked to the other three and said, "I said, run!" Then pushed them through the window.

Sam, Dean and Sarah crashed through the window and landed on a mattress on a TV show set.

"Cut!" Someone yelled.

Dean and Sam stood up with Dean helping Sarah up.

"Real good solid fall. Way to go." A crew member said to them as he walked by.

"Jared, Jensen, Jane! Outstanding! That was just great." A gruff sounding man said from across the room.

Then a crewmember was in front of them with a marker slate and yelled, " 'Supernatural', scene one echo, take one. Tail slate. Marker."

"So… No angels?" Sam asked as they tried to figure out what was happening.

"No angels, I think." Dean answered.

"What do we do?" Sarah asked leaning against Dean and holding her head in pain.

"Should we be killing anybody?" Sam asked.

"I don't think so." Dean said putting an arm around Sarah to help keep her steady.

"Running?" Sam asked.

"Where? And how? Sarah hit her head pretty bad. She can't run." Dean answered.

"Moving on! That's a wrap on Jared, Jensen and Jane!" A man yelled.

"W-who the hell are…" Sam started to ask but was interrupted.

"Jared! Three minutes, okay? Great." A pretty woman said before grabbing his arm and dragging him away.

"Where are we going?" Dean asked then another woman approached him.

"Jensen, there you are! Let's just get you in the chair." She said pulling Dean away from Sarah.

"Here you are. Let's get you to your chair." A different woman said to Sarah.

"What?" Sarah asked as she was pushed into a chair across the room from the boys.

"Look at that bump. You must have hit the window pretty hard. I'll get you some ice." She said to Sarah before signaling someone to get ice, then preceded to strip off the heavy make-up that was on Sarah's face. "I'll have you cleaned up in no time. How are you feeling? Do you need an aspirin or something?"

"Uh… no I'm fine. I, uh do need to talk with… J… Jared and … Jensen though, so could we do this fast?" Sarah asked.

"You want to talk to them?" the woman asked surprised.

"Yeah… why?"

"I just didn't realize that you three were on speaking terms. Well you and Jensen, I guess." The woman said as she worked.

"Oh… well… we made up the other day." Sarah said trying to figure out what to say.

"Okay, well you're done, hun. Here's your ice pack. Go relax in your trailer and put that on the bump. I don't want to have to try and hide that bump tomorrow." The woman said handing Sarah an ice pack.

Sarah muttered a quick thanks and hurried off to try and find the boys. She caught up to them as they were walking to the exit.

"It's a TV show." Sam said to Dean as she walked in.

"You think?" Dean and Sarah retorted.

"Yeah. I mean, here – wherever 'here' is, this – this twilight zone Balthazar zapped us into. For whatever reason, our life is a TV show." Sam said.

"Why?" Dean asked.

"I don't know." Sam answered dumbfounded.

"No, seriously. Why? Why would anyone want to watch our lives?" Dean asked.

"You got me." Sarah muttered.

"Well, I mean, according to that interviewer, not very many people do. Look, I'm not saying it makes sense. I'm just saying, we – we landed in some dimension where you're Jensen Ackles, she's Jane Reynolds and I'm something called a 'Jared Padalecki.'" Sam said.

"So what, now you're polish? Is anything making sense to you?" Dean asked as they walked outside and saw the Impala. "Oh, hey. Least my baby made it."

A crew member started to fling mud onto the windshield.

"Hey. Hey! What…" Dean yelled then noticed three more Impalas. "I feel sick. I'm gonna be sick."

"Oh, I would think this would be heaven for you. You know, quadruplets." Sarah said chuckling a little.

Dean glared at her. "I want to go home. I feel like this whole place is bad touching me."

"Yeah, I know. Me too. So, what do you think? Cas?" Sam asked.

"He's our best shot, if he's still alive. 'Dear Castiel, who art maybe running his ass away from heaven. We pray that you have your ears on. So… breaker, breaker…" Dean prayed.

"Guys." Sarah said then pointed to Cas a little ways away.

"Cas? Cas! Hey, Cas!" Dean called out as they ran over to him. "Oh, thank God. What is all this, huh? W… What did Balthazar do to us?"

"To keep you out of Virgil's reach, he's cast you into an alternate reality, a universe similar to ours in most respects yet dramatically different in others." Cas said after giving them an odd look.

"Like… like bizarro earth, right? Except, instead of having Bizarro Superman, we get this clown factory." Dean asked.

Cas gave another odd look, "Um… Yeah, well… Anyway, no time to explain. Do you have the key?"

"Yeah." Sam said handing the key to Cas. "So, uh, what does this thing do, anyway?"

"It opens a room." Cas stated.

"What's in the room?" Sarah asked.

"Every weapon Balthazar stole from heaven." Cas stated.

"He gave it to us?" Dean asked.

"To keep it safe until I could reach you. With those weapons, I have a chance to rally my forces." Cas said.

"Oh. Okay, good. Yeah. So, now, uh, what's the deal with all this TV crap?" Sam asked.

"Pardon?' Cas asked.

"Yeah. Amen, Padaleski." Dean said.

"Uh, 'lecki." Sam corrected.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Lecki. Pretty sure." Sam said.

"Man." Cas said pulling some paper out of his pocket to look at. "Did they put out new pages?"

"New what?" Dean asked.

"I mean, is this some kind of cosmic joke?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, 'cause if it is, it's stupid, and we don't get it." Dean growled.

"Yeah." Sam agreed.

"You got that right." Sarah said.

"Are you guys okay?" Cas asked in a much higher sounding voice than normal.

Dean grabbed the papers from Cas and started reading them, "Give me that. What is – these are words in a script. This isn't Cas."

"Oh, come on!" Sarah said.

"Dude, look at him." Sam said.

Cas began unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a patterned new age t-shirt underneath. "You guys want to run lines, or…?"

"His name is Misha… Misha?" Dean said skeptically.

"Oh, wow. Just… great." Sam said very annoyed.

"Misha? Jensen? What's up with the names around here?" Dean asked as they walked away from the fake Cas. "I just want to dig my finger in my brain and scratch until we're back in Kansas."

"Hey." Sam said stopping and pointing to a trailer. "J. Ackles."

"That's fake me!" Dean exclaimed.

"Yeah." Sam said.

"This must be fake mine." Dean said then walked into the trailer. "Dude, I have a helicopter!"

"Oh, alright, who puts a 300-gallon aquarium in their trailer?" Sam asked.

"Apparently, Jensen Ackles." Dean answered sounding kinda impressed.

"Who so far seems to be a douche bag. Huh, no… no difference between you and him so far." Sarah quipped. Dean glared at her.

"Alright, here we go. Let's see who this guy is." Sam said after spotting a laptop and sitting down in front of it.

"Well, he's not a hunter, but he plays one on TV. Oh." Dean said picking up a magazine. "Come on. Look at these male-modelin' sons of bitches. Nice 'blue steel,' Sam."

"Hey. Apparently, it's our job." Sam said after glancing up at the magazine.

"I just don't see the resemblance." Sarah said looking at the magazine cover. "I mean, he's clearly more attractive than you." She added sarcastically.

Dean began to flip through the magazine and found an article on Sarah with a variety of pictures including one of her in a bed barely covered by a sheet and one where she was naked and half lying on Dean, who was also naked and barely covered by a sheet. "You know, you're right, Sarah."

"Right about what?" She asked warily.

"They don't look like us, because the Sarah in this world is so much sexier. And not camera shy." Dean said staring at the page, before holding it up. "I mean look at this."

"Wha… how… wh…" She sputtered as she looked at the picture then noticed Sam looking at it stunned. "Stop staring Sam! Dean, give me that!" She moved to grab the magazine from him but he pulled away from her. He laughed as he kept moving it out of her reach.

"Hey." Sam said getting their attention. "It says you're from Texas, Dean."

"Really?" Dean asked still holding the magazine away from Sarah.

"Yeah. And, uh… oh. Says you were on a soap opera." Sam said trying not to laugh.

"What?" Dean growled as he walked over to Sam. Sarah followed closely behind.

"I have got to see this!" She said as Sam pressed play on a video.

After a minute, Dean slammed the laptop closed. Sam was staring at it in shock and Sarah was rolling on the floor laughing.

"Don't like this universe, Sammy. We need to get out of this universe." Dean grumbled throwing the magazine down on the table.

"Yeah. No argument here. But I don't think our – our prayers are reaching Cas. Or the real Cas." Sam said.

"Well, I agree. I think we are definitely out of, uh, soul-phone range. But…" Dean said.

"What?" Sarah asked.

"If we can reverse Balthazar's spell… I watched every move." Dean said as he drew a sigil on a piece of paper. "We just, uh, get the ingredients, right, get back to the same window, and… There's no place like home."

The boys hurried out of the trailer in search of the ingredients, Sarah grabbed the magazine and tucked it into her hidden jacket pocket.

She caught up to the boys and they tried searching through the set. They found nothing. Then they tried to hop in an impala and leave but the impala stalled.

"How the hell are we supposed to get out of here?" Dean growled.

Then one of the assistants pointed out a big black SUV and a driver that was waiting for them.

"You know whereabouts you want me to drop you off? Jensen?" the driver Cliff asked.

"Uh… yes. Um… I'll – I'll just tag along with, uh…" Dean stuttered.

"Jared." Sam finished for him.

"Jared… Jared here." Dean said quickly.

"Huh. And what about you Ms. Jane?"

"Oh, uh… the same." She replied.

"Huh. Since when are you all talking?" Cliff asked.

"Yeah, uh, y-you know what, Clint, uh…" Sam stammered.

"Uh.. Cliff." Cliff corrected.

"Y-yeah. Yeah, of course. Cliff. Obviously. Um, so, uh, I think we're gonna go back to my place a… and do some… work." Sam tried coming up with a lie.

"Work on our acting." Dean chimed in.

"Yeah." Sarah added.

"For our characters. For the show." Dean embellished.

"I think he gets it, D… Jensen." Sarah muttered.

"Alright." Cliff said slowly.

They pulled up to a humongous mansion. The three of them got out of the SUV and stared at the mansion, then slowly walked inside.

"Nice modest digs, Jay-z." Dean joked to Sam.

"Wow. I must be the star of this thing." Sam said taking in everything.

"Yeah, right. Check it out." Dean said nodding toward a tanning bed.

"What am I, Dracula?" Sam asked.

"I'd laugh but I'm afraid of braking something." Sarah interjected as she looked at the crazy artwork.

"George Hamilton Dracula."" Dean said then spotted the liquor cabinet. "Oh. Now we're talking."

"Make mine a triple. Hold the ice." Sarah instructed as Dean walked over to the cabinet.

As Dean looked at the liquor bottles, he noticed something outside. "Dude, you have a camel in your backyard."

"It's an alpaca, dumbass." A woman said from a balcony above Sarah's head.

"Ruby?" Dean asked confused.

" 'Ruby.' Right. That one never gets old." She said then disappeared from the balcony and walked into the room. "How was work today, hun?" She asked as she grabbed Sam's shirt and pulled him down to kiss him.

Dean and Sarah stared in shock at Sam kissing Ruby.

"Wait. You and Ruby?" Dean asked.

"Do you honestly think that's funny, Jensen?" She asked him annoyed.

"Right. Right. 'Cause you're not Ruby. You… I mean, how could you be? You… of course! You are the lovely actress who plays Ruby. And you are, uh… in… Jared's house, uh, because you two are…" Dean stalled as he scanned the pictures around the room, "Married! You married fake Ruby?"

"What are you doing?" Ruby asked.

"Work. Work." Sam said quickly.

"Yeah, just, uh, thought I'd pop in, say 'hey.' Hey. Uh, and – and maybe run some lines. It's…" Dean said.

"You've never been to our house." Ruby said.

"Well, now that I know there's an alpaca out back, I'm definitely coming back." Dean replied.

"Well, alpacas are the greenest animal." Ruby said.

"Right. Right. That is so important."

"Well, there's that thing I have to get to." Ruby replied.

"Oh, yeah. Of course, yeah. The thing." Sam said.

"The international otter adoption charity dinner?" Ruby said trying to jog Sam's memory.

"Oh." Sam said.

"Okay, well…" She said then kissed Sam again. "Well, I'm glad you two are talking, anyway."

"Yeah." Sam muttered.

Ruby turned to leave and spotted Sarah. "Janey?"

"Uh… yeah…" Sarah said slowly.

"Oh my goodness! Janey! Why didn't you text me that you were here?"

"I… uh… wanted to surprise you…?"

Ruby rushed over to Sarah and pulled her into a big hug. "This is great! Why don't you go with me tonight? Oh come on, it will be fun!"

"I… uh… was gonna run lines…"

"Oh they can make do without you for a while." She insisted.

"But I… don't have anything to wear."

"Don't worry about it, I'll have you done up in no time." Ruby said with a big smile then grabbed Sarah's hand and dragged her from the room.

Sarah then found herself upstairs in a massive closet with Ruby looking at all sorts of dresses. She finally settled on a simple purple dress that was strapless, skin tight and went down to about mid-thigh.

As Ruby was working on Sarah's hair, Sarah said, "I can't possibly wear this…"

"Oh stop being so self-conscious. You look amazing in it. And now all you need are shoes." After a few more minutes, Sarah and Ruby made their way downstairs. "Alright, hun. We're off. You two behave." Ruby said causing the boys to look up at her and Sarah.

"Whoa." Dean mumbled.

"Uh, Can I see you a minute, S… Jane?" Dean asked.

Sarah followed him to the other side of the room. "What?" she whispered.

"First of all… whoa… you look…" He said as his gaze trailed up and down her body.

"Dean..." Sarah warned, even though her stomach was full of butterfly's from his gaze.

He snapped out of his thoughts and said, "Second, What are you doing? You know you can't go with her. What's going to happen when you get so far and then are zapped back?"

"I don't know. I guess we'll find out if the leash Cas put on me works in this universe." She said harshly. "Magic doesn't work here, remember."

"Well, uh… where are your rings?" Dean asked tentatively.

"What?" Sarah asked confused.

"The rings. Where are they?" he asked, searching her with his eyes. "I don't want you to lose them."

"Why?" Sarah asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Uh… because they mean so much to you. Wouldn't want anything to happen to them." He tried to cover.

Sarah gave him a confused look then walked away and left with Ruby without another word.

The girls returned a couple hours later and spotted Sam in the hallway.

"Hey! Hey. Hi, Hi, uh… Gen-Genevieve. Gen?" Sam said nervously.

"Gen." she corrected giving him a confused look.

"Gen. Of course. Yeah. Um, so h – how was the… otter thing?" he asked.

"It was good." Gen said.

"Yeah. It was… fun." Sarah added. "Hey, where's Jensen?"

"He's in the library." Sam said pointing down the hall.

"Okay. I'll just go check on him." She said walking down the hall then added, "Thanks Gen. I had fun."

"Me too, Sweetie." Gen said with a smile.

Sarah found the library and looked back down the hallway to see Gen leading Sam upstairs. Sarah smirked at his frightened expression. "Have fun Sambo."

She found Dean asleep on the couch. It always amazed her that he could sleep in pretty much any position. She walked over and removed his shoes. Then grabbed a blanket and placed it on him. She turned to leave when he reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled her onto the couch with him.

"Dean. What are you doing?" She asked as he pulled her close to him and nestled his face into the crook of her neck.

"What does it look like? I'm going to sleep." He said huskily.

"Dean. They could walk in at any moment. Let me go."

"So?"

"What's gotten into you?" She asked him.

He looked down at her and said, "You." Then kissed her neck causing Sarah to suck in a breath. "You. You came back. And this dress." He said between trailing kisses along her neck and exposed collar bone until he was on top of her.

"We can't… Dean…" She tried but he covered her lips with a passionate kiss. "Oh, hell." She murmured throwing her arms around him and giving in.

Early the next morning, Sam woke Dean and Sarah by throwing Sarah's normal clothes on them. "Get dressed. We gotta go." Was all he said, his eyes averted before he walked out of the room.

"Morning Sunshine." Dean said sleepily, kissing her. She moved awkwardly out of his grasp and started to get dressed. "What's wrong?"

"We need to go." She said simply.

"Sarah…"

"Dean. Don't. I think we both know last night was a mistake. So let's just get back to the real world." She said as she finished dressing and left the room.

Sarah walked past Sam in the hallway, going towards the front door. "Here" he said causing her to look over at him. "I got you some coffee."

Sarah accepted the coffee gratefully, "Thanks."

"I also found this upstairs." He said holding up her necklace with her rings strung on it.

Sarah looked at it a moment, before grabbing it and placing it around her neck.

"We ready to go?" Dean asked joining them.

They left soon after and picked up some items to replicate the spell that Balthazar did, from the airport. Then they went back to the studio, but before they were able to try the ritual again, they had to act out a scene. It did not go well.

The three of them then took their only opportunity and tried the ritual. But after crashing through the window, found that there was really no magic in this reality.

"Jensen! Jane!" the director yelled over to them.

They cautiously walked over to him. "Yeah?" Dean asked.

"I wanted to go over the love scene, we are shooting next."

"I'm sorry the what scene?" Dean asked.

"Now, don't start. It's in your contract. Now Jane, you will come in and see Jensen sleeping on the couch. You will take his shoes off and then cover him with a blanket. Jensen, you will then grab Jane's hand and pull her onto the couch with you. You two with me so far?" the director asked. "Can we practice that part? It has to be… precise."

Dean and Sarah stared quietly, stunned at the director until they were ushered onto the set that looked like Bobby's living room.

"Okay. Let's practice this." The director said.

Dean gave Sarah a look that said 'just do it' and then he laid down on the couch. Sarah sighed then walked over to him and roughly took off his shoes. Then she snatched the blanket and made it snap open, hitting him in the process.

"Uh, hold it. Hold it. Jane, sweetie, we're going for a more tender scene. Not angry. Could we try it again but this time, not quite so rough. Alright?" the director explained.

"Fine." She sighed.

Two crew members walked over. One refolded the blanket and the other put Dean's shoes back on. Then the director told her to start again.

Sarah took his shoes off again, a little slower this time and then draped the blanket on him. She then turned to walk away. Dean grabbed her hand and just like the night before, he pulled her onto the couch quickly. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close and stared down at her. Both of them stared breathing heavier. Dean placed a hand on her cheek.

"Okay. Good! Now kiss her." The director said.

Before Sarah could think, Dean closed the gap, crushing his lips on hers. The world dropped away for a moment before they heard "Cut! That was great!" Sarah pushed Dean away, returning to her senses.

"Great! Let's do that again from the top."

Sarah stared up at Dean before wiggling out from under him "No. No." she said as she crashed to the floor. She then tried to hurry away from the room but was stopped.

"Jane. I know, you hate doing these types of scenes but we need to get it done, so we can make our day. So let's not prolong the inevitable. Just do this a couple of times for the camera and then you're done." A crew member said, while blocking her exit.

"Fine." She said sullenly.

They filmed the scene a few times before the director yelled, "That's a wrap." As soon as Sarah heard that she quickly ran off the set, ignoring Dean's attempts to catch up to her. She managed to ditch him and kept running until she saw a trailer that was marked, 'J. Reynolds'. She looked around quickly to make sure no one was watching then ventured inside.

This trailer was much more modest than Jensen's. No helicopter or aquarium. Just a couch and kitchenette.

She sat down on the couch and watched the raw footage of the show, for a few hours.

'Wow. We really suck at acting.' She thought as the scene the three of them from early showed on the screen. Just watching Sam awkwardly try to figure out what to do with his hands, threw Sarah into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. 'Oh I need a dvd of this'. She thought before the scene changed to the one of her and Dean on the couch. Instantly, she stopped laughing. She watched the intense look on Dean's face as he stared down at her and her equally intense gaze.

Feeling uncomfortable she got up and started looking around, trying to ignore the conflicting feelings inside her. Looking over at the table, she saw a script sitting there and began to thumb through it. As she was flipping through it, she found something that made the anger inside of her intensify. She stormed out of the trailer and searched around for Dean. She found him on the set that looked like Bobby's house, talking with Sam.

"Well, I'm just saying. No hell below us, above us only sky." She overheard Dean say.

"Dean, our friends are back there." Sam said.

"Yeah, but here, you got a pretty good life. I mean, back home, the hits have been coming since you were 6 months old. You got to admit, being a-a- bazillionare, married to Rub, the whole package. Sarah and I could finally be together without all the crap that's gotten between us. It's no contest."

"No, you know, you were right. We just don't mean the same thing here. I mean, we're not even brothers here, man." Sam said.

"Alright, then. Let's get our crazy show back home. First, let's find Sarah."

Sarah waited a moment then walked over to them, tucking the script into her inner jacket pocket with the magazine. "I'm here. So I gather Virgil's here?" She said.

Relief showed on the boys faces. "Yeah. He followed us and killed fake Cas." Sam said.

"Lovely. Well, what's the plan?" She asked. Her voice showing that she didn't really care.

"He's gotta return to the place he crossed over for Raph. to pull him back. So we have to track him down and get the key back before that." Sam informed.

"Okay. Let's do this." She said. Dean gave her an odd look.

"Sam, would you give me and Sarah a minute?" Dean asked. Sam nodded and walked away. "What's wrong? Where have you been?"

"Don't like it when you don't have control over me, do you?"

"What? I've never wanted control over you."

"Sure. That's why you made Cas put that leash on me." She spat back.

"I did that for your own safety. If I hadn't you'd probably be dead by now."

"You don't know that."

"What's gotten into you? Is this because of the other night? Because from where I was, it looked like both of us wanted that."

"Well you were wrong." She said.

They were interrupted by Sam yelling and gunshots firing. Dean snapped into action and lunged at Virgil. Sarah and Sam joined the fight.

"Dean! Got it!" Sam yelled.

Sarah noticed a sigil glowing in the window nearby. "Raphael. Run!" But it was was too late. They were all pulled through the window and back into their world.

Sarah landed half on top of Dean and half under Sam. "Ugh! Why can't I ever land away from you two?" She complained getting up.

"You three… have the strangest luck." A black woman in a pants suit said.

"Raphael? Nice meatsuit." Dean said then muttered to Sam and Sarah, "Dude looks like a lady."

Raphael squeezed her fist and Sam, Sarah and Dean doubled over in pain. "The key." She said picking it up from the ground.

"And that will open you a locker at the Albany bus station." Balthazar said appearing out of nowhere.

"Really." Raphael said skeptically.

"You see, I needed a modest decoy to make it more convincing." Balthazar said.

"Give me the weapons." Raphael commanded.

"Sorry darling. They're gone." Balthazar said cheekily.

"What?" Raphael exclaimed.

"I said, too bloody late. You see, they were so well-hidden that I needed time to find them. So, I volunteered these two marmosets and their bonny lass for a game of fetch with Virgil. You three were such an adequate stick. Thank you. Thank you, boys." Balthazar said.

"You've made your last mistake." Raphael said menacingly.

"Oh, I've got a few more up my sleeve, honey." Balthazar joked.

"Step away from him, Raphael. I have the weapons now. Their power is with me." Castiel said appearing.

"Castiel." Raphael growled.

"If you don't want to die tonight, back off." Cas warned and with that Raphael disappeared.

"Well, Cas...Now that you have your sword, try not to die by it." Balthazar said before disappearing before Castiel teleported Sam, Sarah and Dean back to Bobby's house.

"Cas, what the hell? Wait, wait, you were in on this, using us a diversion?" Sam accused.

"It was Balthazar's plan. I would have done the same thing." Cas stated.

"That's not comforting, Cass." Dean growled.

"When will I be able to make you understand? If I lose against Raphael, we all lose. Everything." Cas said angrily.

"Yeah, Cass. We know the stakes. That's about all you've told us!" Dean yelled at Cas.

"I'm sorry about all this." Cas said.

Sarah strode over to him and smacked him across the face. As she held her throbbing hand, she said, "You're not sorry. Stop lying to us you spineless jerk!"

Cas sighed, "I'll explain later." Then he disappeared.

"Friggin' angels." Dean growled.

Sam walked over to a wall and knocked on it. "Solid." He said letting out a sigh of relief, "It's real. Nice."

"Yeah. Yeah, real, moldy, termite-eaten home sweet home. Chock full of crap that want to skin you. Oh, and, uh, we're broke again." Dean said sadly.

"Yeah. But, hey...At least we're talking." Sam replied then let out a little chuckle.

Sarah rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen, grabbed a towel and started to fill it with ice.

"Here," Dean said moving her away from the fridge to sit at the table. Then he sat across from her and gently grabbed her injured hand closer so he could examine it.

"I just need some ice, Dean. You don't need to…"

"It sounded like you broke something. I think we should wrap it up." Dean instructed.

"Just leave it. I'll be fine." She said harshly.

Dean huffed. "What were you doing, slapping Cas like that?"

"I felt like it. And you can't tell me that he didn't deserve it."

"I'm not saying that."

"And you know what? Next time I run into that bitch, Raphael, I'm gonna give her one too."

"Sarah…"

"Balthazar, also. He needs to be knocked down a peg."

"Sarah, you can't just go up to them and hit them. Trust me I wish I could too, but… we all have to be careful right now."

"Whatever." She said angrily.

"What is your deal?" Dean asked as he wrapped her hand with an bandage.

"What is my deal? How about I'm sick of being surrounded by liars."

"Okay…" he said confused.

"Oh cut the crap, Dean. I know."

"Know what?"

Sarah pulled her necklace off and slammed the rings that were hanging on it, down on the table in front of Dean. "I know that Cas put the charm on my rings. Not on me. And you knew that."

Dean stopped his movements and looked up at her. "Uh… uh… what?" he asked nervously.

Sarah reached into her jacket and pulled out the Supernatural script and threw it at him. "It's all in there. After we had sex, you felt guilty about not telling me the truth and it showed a flashback of you and Cas working the whole thing out. You knew the only things I would not ever be without were those rings. So you had him put the boundary charm on them. How could you do that?" She picked up her engagement ring. "You know that this is all that I have left of Jason."

"I couldn't lose you again!" Dean said quietly.

"You picked a pretty poor way of saying that." Sarah spat. Getting up and walking away.

"Hey, I tried to get you to stay, but you were on your suicide mission. So I made it so you couldn't run away." Dean said catching up and stopping her. " I admit, not my best move, but I was desperate. I was losing Sam, I didn't know if I could save him. But the worst, the worst was the thought of losing you forever. You were so determined to die. I just couldn't take it. I did the only thing I could of to keep you safe. To keep you with me. I know it was selfish, I just didn't care." Dean put his hands on her shoulders. "I love you, Sarah. I knew this would probably blow up in my face, I just didn't care. You're safe and you're hunting with me again. And even though everything has been falling apart, I was happy just to have you with me. Even if you ended up hating my guts."

"Well you got one thing right." She said glaring at him, "I do hate you now, more than I did ever before." She pushed his hands off her shoulders and looked over at her rings still sitting on the table. "Just so you know, I tried to get away from Raphael when he pulled us back to this universe. I wanted to stay there. Alone. I wanted to finally be able to move on. But it's now just one more thing that's been taken away from me." She turned to walk away but stopped and said without looking back, "Do not follow me. Do not try to stop me. I won't hesitate to kill you if you ever try to come near me again." And then she left.