Kat drove on set still laughing as Dean complained about Sam's shirt again. She pulled into her parking spot and shut the car off. She turned and looked at Dean sitting beside her. He didn't notice as his attention was turned to Sam. She couldn't believe how much Dean looked like Jensen. If she didn't know any better she would have thought that Jensen was sitting beside her.

"Really? Sammy, out of all the shirts you pick that one," Dean said pointing to the pink paisley shirt that Sam had found in Jared's closet.

"What? I have one just like it," Sam said looking at his brother.

"God I can't believe they made two of them," Dean said shaking his head.

Dean climbed out of the Jeep and looked at Kat. She swung her bag across her shoulder and grabbed her radio belt. He really could watch her all day. She had this kind of awkward grace that appealed to him. He watched as she walked around to the passenger side of the Jeep and looked at him and Sam.

"Alright, first we get you two to make up, then wardrobe-," Kat started.

"Wait, make up? You never said anything about make up. I'm out. Screw this," Dean said turning to walk away.

Sam smiled when Kat grabbed Dean by the back of his jacket and yanked him back towards them. Katerina may only stand 5'5 in her sneakers but she handled Dean like she was a giant. He saw the shocked look on Dean's face.

"Listen here, Mr. Winchester, you will wear make-up. You will wear a fucking tutu if they tell you to, got it? Because when Jensen gets back I am going to make damn sure he still has a job to get back too. Got it?" Kat asked surprised at how angry she was at Dean. She was normally an easy going person to get along with. There was just something about Dean that made her angry.

"You can't tell me what to do! I don't care about this guy that you have the hots for-."

"Excuse me? I do not have the hots for Jensen. He is my friend. Not that you would understand the concept of being just friends with a girl and not fucking them!"

"Guys, maybe we should-," Sam tried.

"Shut up, Sam!" they both yelled at him. Sam stepped back and sighed. He saw a couple of people passing by looking at Kat and Dean yelling at each other. Sam waved at them and offered them a smile. Some smiled back but most just hurried on their way.

"I have friends who are female and I haven't fucked them!" Dean yelled.

"Jo doesn't count because she'd jump in bed with you if you said the word! And neither does Cassie cause you have fucked her! So, once again, no female friends that you haven't banged!"

"I would add you to the list but you're a bitch!"

Kat looked at Dean like he had slapped her. She shook her head and turned to look at Sam. She saw the concerned look that he had on his face. She knew that he could see how hurt she was.

"You got the map I drew you, right?" she asked.

"Yeah, I do."

"Alright, head to the make-up trailer. I got to go check in," she said walking off and leaving Sam and Dean standing there.

Dean watched her go. He felt horrible just thinking that he might have hurt her feelings. He turned and saw Sam glaring at him. He sighed. This wasn't good, it meant that Sam was going to bitch him all day until he said sorry to Kat. He raked a hand though his hair and looked at Sam.

"Let's get going," he said.

"Dean, did you have to be so mean to her? You called her a bitch. That was totally uncalled for," Sam started as they walked towards the city of trailers.

"I know, Sammy, alright. I screwed up."

"Of course you screwed up. Don't you think this is hard for her too? They are her friends that are trapped in our world where Jensen might die in your place if we can't figure out a way to get back."

"Yeah, the Great Jensen."

Sam stopped walking and looked at the map. He thought about what Dean had said. He turned and looked at his brother. He smiled a little and Dean looked at him confused.

"What?" Dean demanded as they started walking again.

"You're jealous of this Jensen guy," Sam said.

"No, I'm not."

"Oh you are. I can tell, Dean, I'm your brother. You're jealous that Kat cares about Jensen and not you."

"I am not. You are crazy, you know that. Why would I be jealous of him? Huh, what exactly is so great about him?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'll ask Kat. I'm sure she could come up with a couple of things. One of them being that he didn't call her a bitch."

"You aren't going to let that go are you?"

"Nope, not until you apologize to her. And maybe grovel."

"I am not going to grovel."

"Oh, you'll grovel, Dean. You do it and enjoy it."

"You know something Sammy; you're different since being here."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's like meeting Kat changed you or something... You don't like her do you?"

"I like her as a friend. And I like how she puts you in your place."

"Thanks for standing up for me by the way."

"Welcome."

***

Jared woke up still sitting on the floor his back against the door. He turned and saw Jensen sleeping on his side beside him. Jared looked around the room and sighed. It hadn't been some crazy dream. They were still stuck in this motel room and the chances of this being some crazy prank that the crew was playing on them was seeming less and less likely. He got up and stretched. He walked over to the two bags he had seen sitting at the foot of one of the beds. They looked exactly like the bags they used on set for Sam and Dean's traveling bags. Jared grabbed one and set it on the bed. He debated about opening it or not. He finally decided that the bag might hold some answer so he pulled the zipper opening the bag.

He saw first clothes. He pulled out every single piece and realized very fast that these clothes resembled the clothes they wore on set. He set them aside on the bed and looked at the bottom of the bag. There was a knife and... John's journal. Jared pulled out the journal and expected half the pages to be empty. The props people only put in the pages they would need for that day. Sam pulled the snap and opened it. His mouth dropped as he flipped through the pages. Every single page was written on in that neat small writing. He flipped through the pages reading bits and pieces here and there. He closed it and decided that Jensen needed to see the journal. He got up and went over to where Jensen was sleeping on the floor. He kneeled down and shook his friend a little.

"Five more minutes, Mom, please," Jensen moaned rolling over.

"Jensen, wake up. I found something that... Just wake up," Jared said slapping Jensen's back.

"Ow! Asshole, that hurt," Jensen said sitting up.

"Look at this."

Jensen rubbed his eyes and looked at the journal. He grabbed it from Jared and opened it. He looked at it all of one minute then closed it. He looked at Jared.

"No, fucking way," he said.

"It makes sense, Jen. You know it does. Why we are here in a motel room that looks like one from set, why the impala is out there... It just fits."

"It is just crazy is what it is! We cannot be in Supernatural! Supernatural is just a television show! That's it! It isn't real!"

"Really?! Then how else do you explain this?!"

Jensen stopped and really tried to think of another reason, anything else that could explain this. Nothing was coming to his mind though. He looked down at the journal in his hands and realized that Jared was probably right. Despite that fact that the idea was crazy, insane, it was the only thing that made sense right now. He climbed to his feet and looked at Jared.

"So, if we are in Supernatural world... I really can't believe I just said that, but if we are that means that... I am probably going to go to Hell instead of Dean," Jensen said.

"We don't know that. We don't know when in Supernatural world we landed. Maybe it's before Dean made the deal."

"Well, how would we find out?"

"I don't know, Jensen. But... I think our first priority should be finding a way to get back."

"Yeah and how the hell we got here in the first place."

"We can do this. I mean we have been doing this on set. We can be Sam and Dean."

"Sure cause we can so go out there and fight demons without getting killed."

Jared shook his head. He took the journal back from Jensen and walked over to the bed. He sat on it and flipped to the back at John's contacts. He heard Jensen walk over to the bed and grab the bag on the floor. He flipped a page and smiled. He looked up as Jensen dumped Dean's bag on the floor. Jared laughed when three boxes of condoms fell out and five bras. Jensen turned to look at him.

"Okay, I get that the guy sleeps around but really? Is he that much of a man whore?" Jensen asked shoving the condoms and bras aside and looking at the clothes.

"Apparently. I found Jim's... Bobby's number. Maybe he could help us."

"Sure, we'll just go there and knock on his door and go 'Hi, we're Jensen and Jared and we play Sam and Dean on TV'. I am sure he'll help us."

"Jensen, I just had a scary thought."

"What?"

"If we're here, does that mean that Sam and Dean are... In our place?"

Jensen stopped and looked at Jared. All he could think about was Danneel. He thought about Dean taking advantage of the fact that she thought he was Jensen. He dug though the bag and found the keys to the impala. He looked at Jared.

"Grab the shit, we are heading to Bobby's," he said shoving everything back in the bag and walking to the door.

"Thought you said we couldn't do this job!" Jared yelled after him smiling.

"Shut up!" Jensen answered.

Jared started shoving everything back into Sam's bag. He zipped it shut and took a minute to think about this. He was actually going to get the chance to live Sam's life. He stood up and walked out of the room closing the door behind him. He was scared out of his mind.

***

Kat found her little corner of peace and quiet. She sat down on the crate and pulled her knees up to her chest. She sat there and cried. She buried her face in her knees and cried. She missed Jensen more at this moment then she had ever had before. He would have never talked to her like that; hell, he never got angry at her at all. Jensen was her friend and Dean just wasn't him. She missed Jared too. Jared would have taken one look at her and known she was upset and he would have grabbed her and given her a bear hug. Sam had just let her walk away.

She closed her eyes and let tears fall. She heard her radio crackling and ripped it off her belt and tossed it in the corner. She just wanted to be left alone right now. She pulled out her cell phone and flipped it open. She dialled Jensen's number and waited. She heard it ring and ring. She got his voice mail, she waited until it beeped.

"I take back everything horrible I ever said comparing you and Dean. You are nothing like him, Jen. Nothing at all. You're better than him," she said then hung up the phone. She shoved her cell phone in her pocket and glanced at her watch.

She knew that she was needed on set but she just didn't want to put on her fake happy face. She shook her head and raked her hand though her hair. She didn't know if she could handle working with Dean today. If she could handle having to spend time with him. She sighed and stood up. She grabbed her radio and strapped it back on. She had no choice. She had to work with Dean, spend time with Dean if she had any hope of getting Jensen and Jared back here. She placed her headset on her head.

"Kitty Kat here, reporting for duty," she said walking out of her little corner and back into the real world.