[Author's note: This is my take on the French Mistake episode. I still apologize for nothing. Just don't take this chapter super seriously. I think it is important because of all of the crap Cas to go through before the events in the next chapter. It gives him more of a motive in chapter 8. It isn't a filler, but it isn't my favorite either.

WARNINGS: Mpreg, Pregnant Castiel, Actual Vomiting, Vomiting Blood, Problems with Pregnancy, General Mind Fuck]

Chapter 7: The French Mistake

Afraid to lose control
And caught up in this world
I've wasted time, I've wasted breath
I think I've thought myself to death

I was born without this fear
Now only this seems clear
I need to move, I need to fight
I need to lose myself tonight

Castiel had just woken up in The Owl Motel. Dean and Sam had gone out to check out a lead. Dean was worried that the other angels would try to use Cas as leverage. He had insisted that Cas stay inside. Zacheriah was here… Castiel could feel his Grace invading the grounds of the motel. Castiel stood up, pushing himself slowly from a sitting position on the bed. Dean and Sam had just left, insisting that he stay. It had been about a year now and he had what passed as a beer belly. He dawned Jimmy's old coat to hide it most of the time. He had no desire to draw attention to the child. Castiel spread his wings and gently glided over the parking lot. He landed, a little clumsily. Zacheriah was talking to Sam and Dean, outside of the impala. He only heard a snippet of their conversation before Dean caught sight of him. Their eyes met and Dean gazed pleadingly at Castiel. His stare was weighted and Castiel narrowed his eyes. Dean wanted him to go back to the room, but it was too late. The other angel had caught sight of him. Zacheriah smiled and waved at him. Castiel simply glared. Zacheriah flicked his hand a little and Castiel went flying into their motel room window.

Castiel was lying on a wooden floor covered in rubbery bits. He was blinded by hot light and deafened by the sound of people clapping. He sheilded his eyes and squinted.

"And Cut!"

"That was great! Really, great!"

Castiel stood to see a croud of people and equiptment. He stared around, lost and perplexed.

"Alright guys, thats lunch!"

Castiel was guided to sit in a wooden and fabric chair. He used his wings as a cocoon. He was uncomfortable, nauseated, groggy and a little hungry. A strange young wonman began to fuss with his hair. She wouldn't stop touching him

"Good job Misha! See you after lunch!"

Castiel waved her off irritably before he caught sight of a familiar face.

"Sam!"

The extremely tall man stopped, then altered his path

"What's up Cas?"

"Where are we?..."

Castiel looked sideways at the stranger lady.

"What's going on?..."

Castiel was relieved, finally, someone he knew… His wings relaxed a little, still fluttering nervously.

"Well I think that we are in an alternate dimension-"

"That explains it!"

Castiel's eyes were the size diner plates.

"I have to get back to Dean! He is about to do something drastic if I do not stop him!"

Sam stood there for a moment, looking put out.

"Did they put out new pages?"

Sam rolled his eyes and fumbled with a packet of paper.

"Dude, Misha, wrong lines. We aren't doing that scene today anyway. Today we are filming where you return from being missing for almost a full season with the baby on the way."

Castiel was lost. Sam wasn't Sam. Sam was an actor who played Sam… He wasn't Misha… Misha played Castiel… Castiel had a sudden urge to vomit. He made it to the trash can mostly by shoving people out of the way.

"Hey man, are you sick?"

The actor was nice enough.

"Misha, you should tell Robert. I bet he'd let you off if he has proof."

"I am not this "Misha"…"

Castiel dabbed his mouth with Jimmy's coat. This must be how humans vomit. It was so much worse than he had expected.

"I am Castiel…"

He stood up a straight as he could, chin jutting out defiantly.

"Angel of the Lord… I do not know how I got here, but I must get home to Dean..."

The actor playing Sam, a man named "Jared," and the actor playing Dean, whose name was "Jensen," did not believe him. Neither did the director or producer. It was a good thing that he was meant to be wearing a fake pregnant belly and animatronics wings. He was afraid of what would happen if he were asked to remove them. Durring lunch, he was given a fresh copy of the script, but he was in a hormonal fog and kept forgetting his lines. He was also worried about Dean and what he would agree to. He figured that Zacheriah was keeping him here as ransom bait so that Dean would say yes to Michael. When it came time for Castiel and the man named Jensen to do close ups. Castiel was at his best. This man was wearing Dean's face. It was easy for him to express love with a gaze without cracking. The actor seemed to have a sense of humor however. During one of his "takes" Jensen wiggled his eyebrows, making a face that Dean only made when he was communicating via eye contact that they head upstairs.

"This is hardly the time for flirtation Dean…"

He blurted out. Castiel had forgotten that this was not Dean. The expression had been so characteristic of Dean, that he had been lulled into believing it was him. Jensen didn't seem to be expecting that response. Castiel turned away feeling cranky. Hemrolled his eyes.

"I hate this…"

He muttered in gravel tones.

"Cut!"

Castiel did not find it hard to doing the "close up" staring scenes. He did, find it difficult to get through the shots where Jensen had to touch his baby bump. He held very still, trying not to vomit on the actor. It wasn't fair. Dean adored his, what he called "pregnant part." Dean didn't like anyone else touching it. Castiel tended to let Jo and Ellen do it anyway when they were so inclined. Sam had even asked once. This was different, downright violating. The baby was restless today. Castiel was hoping that the child would stay still for these shots. He had no such luck. Jensen must have felt it because his eyebrow twitched during a couple of shots. Castiel admired his composure. He knew that the actor was not Dean, but they were identical, so he felt just a little less violated.

Jensen approached him in his "makeup chair" after they were finished. He was sitting quietly while the young lady in front of him removed the makeup he had not been aware of wearing. He was in a fog really, so when the man approached him, he had to remind himself not to address him as Dean.

"You're done Mr. Collins."

The makeup woman made to leave.

"Thank you."

Jensen apparently had a few questions. Acording to him, Misha usually laughed when Jensen flirted with him on camera and Misha was never nice to his makeup people.

"I have explained myself…"

Castiel kept eye contact.

Jensen cut right to the chase.

"Is there actually something in there?"

Castiel coughed again, his chapped lips moist.

"You look just like Dean…"

Castiel tilted his head to one side.

"Yes…"

He added after a delirious moment.

"There is a child."

"Bye guys!"

It was Gabriel's voice and face, but Castiel knew it couldn't be Gabriel.

"Hey Richard, guess what!"

Richard ambled over, looking so much more pleasant than Gabriel ever did.

"This is Castiel, if you can believe that."

Castiel felt like a side show act.

"I am in no mood to be the object of your amusement."

Castiel raised his eyes at the actors.

"I only ask for assistance getting home. You can laugh at me once I'm gone."

He coughed again, wings shuddering.

Richard was actually very nice to him. He brought Castiel back to Misha's trailor.

"You look exactly like Misha… How did you get here?"

It was strange that this person didn't automatically assume that Castiel was Misha and that Misha had either snapped or was playing a prank.

"You look exactly like Gabriel."

Castiel rolled onto the couch. He curled up into a ball and let his wings drape where they may. The phone in Castiel's pocket buzzed. He fished it out

Where the hell are you!?-Dean

Castiel talked as he texted back.

"I was sent here by an angel named Zacheriah. I believe that I am being used as leverage to get Dean to give consent to being Michael's vessel."

I do not know. An alternate universe where our lives are a TV show. –Castiel

Well, your life. – Castiel

Don't say yes. - Castiel

"Brutal…"

Richard tossed him a blanket.

"I'm gonna see what Misha has in the fridge. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. Portraying you was really a big break for him."

Richard disappeared only to be replaced by Jensen who had entered the unlocked trailer.

Miss you – Dean

"You look… awful… Do you need a doctor?"

Jensen sat down across from him awkwardly. Castiel's lip quirked just a little.

"You know that human medicine is not going to fix this."

It occurred to Castiel that the child might be attacking at his soul. Without his Grace at hand, it wouldn't have any other option.

I miss you too Dean – Castiel

Don't believe anything Zacheriah tells you. I'm alright. – Castiel

Castiel made eye contact with Jensen.

"I am grateful however. I did not expect anyone to believe me."

Jensen laughed.

"Yeah, well nobody did."

Castiel let his wing slide along the floor so that Richard did not trip. He had returned with pizza and some water bottles.

That is such a sack of shit Cas! You always say that when stuff gets really bad! –Dean

He practically inhaled the pizza that was presented to him. If he vomited, then so be it. Richard wanted to know more about Gabriel and Jensen about Dean. Castiel tried not to disclose anything that could be potentially dangerous.

"Gabriel doesn't like Dean as much as Sam. He is – was the messenger and the one to console with regarding parenting from point of conception onward. As of late, he has been visiting me a lot. He claims that he can't shake the itch to come say "hi." I have a feeling that he just has a need to be there for Angelic parenting matters. He does, however, have this nasty habit of showing up while Dean and I are in the midst of intimate acts. Sometimes I wonder if he does that on purpose."

Richard laughed and Jensen choked.

"Wait, you and Dean are a thing? Misha and I never played them like that…"

Castiel looked utterly perplexed.

"Dean and I are very much in love. Why do you think I voluntarily died for him? He is the reason why I began to express emotions and have doubts. I expect that you will take that into account next time you are portraying Dean."

There was an awkward silence filled with the sound of chewing.

"Misha is going to have a field day with this…"

Jensen muttered, taking a sip of water.

I'll find a way out. Have faith in me Dean. - Castiel

Castiel wanted to know what was happening in the show.

"Well…"

Richard explained.

"You have been absent for the latter half of the previous season. Then, during the premier, you materialize to Dean in a dream, right Jensen?"

"Yeah…"

"So then you disappear again. Gabriel becomes a more prominent character because the guys are looking for you and Gabriel knows how to find you. Something about miracles…"

"When an angel is with child, they send out a powerful positive aura that causes major miracles. They can be used to track that angel if one is knowledgeable. Gabriel has used that knowledge to find me before. So have Lucifer, Ariel, Sandalphon, Raphael, and Zacheriah. It has become a bit of a nuisance really."

It was beginning to hurt. The blood drained from his face.

"It's how I got here…"

Castiel felting dizzy and disoriented. He just wanted to go home and cuddle up to Dean.

"If I do not get back soon, Dean will no doubt say yes to Michael. Zacheriah knows that we won't last long in a place where I cannot access my Grace… He is using it to put Dean in a self-sacrificing situation…"

The two actors did not seem willing to speak.

"The child thrives on Grace. Without my Grace, it has resorted to a parasitic attack on my true form. The effects are what you see now."

Damnit Cas- Dean.

Castiel tightened Jimmy's coat, clutching his phone.

"Dean and I are sending texts back and forth…"

Castiel murmured, almost to himself.

"Try calling him."

Jensen suggested.

Wait for a moment – Castiel

Castiel fumbled with the speed dial on his flip phone. He pressed the green button and bumped the speaker button with clammy trembling hands. He was very ready to stop being the damsel in distress. An Angel of the Lord should not have to deal with all of this crap.

"Cas?! Where the hell are you?! Are you ok?! Gabriel can't find you!"

Dean's voice was like a breath of fresh air.

"Hello Dean…"

Castiel sighed with a tiny smile. Jensen looked a little freaked out.

"Damnit Cas!"

"Hi Cassie!"

"Hello Gabriel…"

Castiel coughed again, missing his sleeve and soaking the Jimmy's dress shirt in blood. This time, Richard looked put off.

"Cas!?"

"I'm alright Dean."

"If you say that one more time… I'lll- I'll break something!"

Castiel blinked, forgetting to wipe the blood from his chin.

"I'm sorry Dean…"

"It's not your damn fault! Where are you?"

Castiel closed his eyes, clearing the fog from his mind.

"I have been sent to a universe where I cannot access my Grace. Has Zacheriah contacted you yet?"

"Yeah… Hey, how come you can call me?"

"I do not know."

Castiel was tired and did not want to think but that was not a choice.

"There may be a weak link between portals somewhere. Maybe near the spat I entered this placeor…"

Castiel did not believe he could fly out and check. He was dizzy and was not thinking clearly.

"Hey Jensen, could you look and see it the set was rebuilt or not?

Richard asked polightly. Jensen nodded and left without a word.

"Hey is that ME?"

Gabriel bellowed, apparently still there.

"no."

Castiel stated irritably.

"He is an actor who plays you. You are my brother, but believe me when I say that he is much more pleasant…"

"Aw Cassssiiie! You WOUND Meeee!"

Richard looked just a little horrified.

"Anyway, you're found so bye."

Castiel heard the static as Gabriel took flight. He attempted to stand up. It worked for about a minute, but then the room began to spin and Richard had to catch him.

"Cas?!"

"Yes Dean."

"Next time I say stay put-"

"Yes Dean…"

Castiel wrapped his wings around the actor using him as support. He probably wouldn't "stay put," but it was easier to agree. Castiel felt Ritchard's pants vibrate and Richard answered.

"Hey... Great... Yeah... Thanks."

Ritchard hung up and began leading a semi limp Castiel toward the door. Castiel puked a thick pool of blood as he was moved.

"Jensen says that the set has been rebuilt and that he needs to go home to his wife now. Whoa!"

"we have to move quickly..."

Castiel managed. He had been in this much pain before, he was just worried a out the Nephilim. The poor actor had to practicaly carry him back on set.

"I will never forget your kindness…"

Castiel squeezed the actors' arm before turning to his phone.

"Dean... Do you have to symbol ready?"

"Yeah!"

Castiel swayed as the symbol on the window glowed hot and he slowly allowed himself to fall forward. He felt a light push from behind and uttered a silent thank you. All went black to the sound of shattering glass.

Castiel could feel caloused hands caressing his wings as he slowly came to. It was Dean's soul. He could feel it. Castiel sighed happily. He could feel his Grace again. He had healed himself in sleep and the child's presence was back.

"Hello Dean…"

Everything was going to be alright. Dean had said no, so they were going to be alright…