Chapter 2

You know this, Sam and Dean.

Angela stared at them. She wasn't budging on her stance. They knew her well by now. They didn't have any reason to play stupid with her. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at them as they looked at her.

Eventually they got to their feet when they realized she wasn't helping them. That was when they looked around, realizing it was real rain. They looked around and looked at her and saw that she hadn't moved. She said, "Well?"

"Um… where is the crew?"

Angela frowned at them. "What are you talking about?"

"Uh… Jensen… I don't think we're on set."

"You think?"

Angela looked at them. They looked like Sam and Dean. Because of the rain, she couldn't tell by scent. She peered at them and glanced at Moira. The poor dog was looking confused as well. It was obvious that they had different names. She was inclined to think that it was a trick, but she got the sense that it wasn't. Still she would be cautious.

Both the boys were looking around and at each other. Angela watched them curiously, letting them get drenched in the rain that was pouring. Her more hospitable side would have offered to take them inside but at the moment, she wasn't sure what was going on. She glanced at Kesset and asked in ancient Egyptian, "You seeing what I'm seeing?"

"I see what looks like your brother and mate, princess. There is something different," Kesset mused as he stared at them.

"So, I'm not crazy." Angela looked at the pair as they stood up and realized that they were really out in the rain and that there was no one else.

"No."

"How many times have I said not to tear down my house," a familiar grizzled tone came after the slamming sound of a truck.

Angela looked at Bobby and said, "Not like I did it. I just got here."

Bobby looked at the two standing there looking confused and starting to get freaked out. He went on them, "And what did ya two think you were doing breaking my window?"

They stood there not even sure what to say. It was becoming clear to Angela that they weren't her boys, and something was going on. She tapped Bobby on the shoulder, "Maybe we could have this discussion inside? Less wet."

"And who's gonna fix my window?" Bobby groused at her, not liking that he had yet another repair to the house.

"You know I will do it," Angela said before stepping forward. She stood in front of the boys and offered, "You want to step inside?"

"Just invite everyone and everything in my house now will ya?" Bobby muttered as he grabbed the supplies that he had to get.

Angela gave a humoring smile as she walked behind the boys, watching them walk into the house. She watched as they looked around the house. She looked at the shattered window and noticed a few things about the remaining bits of glass. She kept that in mind as she watched them look around.

Bobby was grousing about the broken window as he put away the supplies, including the most important staple to a hunter… beer and whiskey. He was content letting Angela handle it. He roped Kesset into helping. He figured it was better to house train the Avian even though he was pretty good at being in his house. He just wanted one person that wouldn't destroy his house.

In the meantime, Angela was looking at the two boys that looked like hers. She stood there with her arms crossed over her chest as they examined the room. She finally said, "This is getting old, guys. What's going on?"

The two stopped and looked at her. The taller one that looked like Sam said, "I think she's not a part of the crew."

"You think?" The Dean lookalike said trying not to lose his temper. He looked at Angela with a raised brow.

"The only crew we have are them," she replied as she pointed at the three dogs that walked in. She gave a slight sheepish grin as the fur on their hackles raised as they saw the boys.

The stood there looking at the dogs. Their presence was enough to make people nervous. Moira and Zeppelin had Rottweiler and wolfhound blood in them and Xander had his German Shepherd or Belgian Malinois mix in him. All three looked pretty intimidating just standing there even though they were confused about what was going on. It was enough for the boys to eye them warily enough for the one looking like Sam to ask, "Hey, uh… they don't bite right?"

Angela looked at the dogs. They were staring at the boys and it was clear that they were confused about the whole thing. What they were seeing was in contradiction to what they were smelling. She could smell it too. If there was ever a time to be more embarrassed by her ability to smell, it was probably now. She shrugged, "They won't hurt you. You confuse them."

"We confuse them?" The one like Sam pointed at them.

"You look like their hunters, but they are confused. You don't smell like them." Angela studied them as they looked at the dogs. "They are pretty accurate for judging people. Not bad for half hell hounds."

"Hell hounds?"

"Yeah, those two." She pointed at Moira and Zeppelin. She then pointed at Xander, "He's got hell hound blood in him along with some wolf in him."

It was rather funny to watch the expression on their faces. It was clear to her that the two in front of her were not Sam and Dean. They sure did look like them though. She stepped forward and started circling them. She leaned in close to let her nose do the work. She was subtle about it but it was enough to have them both look at her like she was crazy.

It was the one that looked like Dean that narrowed his eyes at her and demanded, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Just confirming what they know for myself," she replied as she came around to the front. She stared at them, satisfied that they were not Sam and Dean, but someone else and not from their world. She stepped back and asked, "What are your names?"

"What?"

"What are your names?" Angela looked at them with a pointed expression. They may not be her boys, but she wasn't going to entertain stupidity. When they didn't answer she prompted, "Come on. I don't have all day."

They looked at each other. The shorter one said, "Jensen," and the taller one said, "Jared."

Angela nodded, "Pleased to meet you. I'm Angela. Most call me Angie." She gave a smile of reassurance. "Though I maintain you have to earn the right to call me that." She smirked at that since it never really was enforced. Even Castiel started calling her by the name the boys did and that was after Dean pestering him to use her name.

The two looked at each other, wondering if she was crazy or not. It was Jared that asked, "Okay… um… Can you explain where we are?"

"What are you talking about? We're on set," Jensen countered before looking around. "Just… a little different."

Angela had crossed her arms and had a look of bemusement on her face. "Set?"

"Yeah set. You know…" Jensen looked at her. When she didn't make an expression, he gestured at the broken window. "That was a scene we were filming."

"Jensen, I don't think she believes us," Jared replied after watching her expression.

"Oh, I believe you. You're just wrong," she replied with a slight gesture. She didn't offer more. She felt the urge to entertain herself with this.

"Wrong?"

"Yes." Angela smiled at them knowingly, "Because this... isn't a set. It's very real." She knocked on the wall to make a point. "Besides… you see a camera crew anywhere?"

They looked around them. They knew she wasn't lying to them. The room they were in was very real and was punctuated by the fact that the window they crashed through was covered with tarp and the rain was still pouring. It was Jared that asked, "So… uh… where are we?"

"Bobby's house."

"No really," Jensen demanded.

Angela looked at him with a serious expression, "Bobby Singer's house. That grizzled guy you saw was Bobby." She pointed where Bobby was at.

"I heard that!"

Angela chuckled since she knew that Bobby was just being himself. She didn't blame him for the reaction to the damage to the house. A lot of things had happened in there. She knew some of it was caused by her. She did pay for the repairs though and Bobby knew that, much to the old hunter's grumbling. She considered it a small price to pay. Turning her attention to the boys she asked, "What do you last remember?"

That was easy enough to answer and they gave the bare bones that they were in the middle of shooting the scene. As Angela listened, she blinked as she looked at the broken window. She could see traces of blood and she could smell it. Some of it was the kind used in the spell. The other was angelic. She asked, "Was there an angel involved?"

"Yeah, Sebastian was putting the spell together his character was wounded by Rafael," Jensen explained. "How did you…?"

"Because there was an angel in here and he was wounded," Angela replied as she looked around the room for clues. She let her nose do the detective work and help put the pieces together.

"Why do you keep saying angel?"

Angela turned and looked at them and replied, "Because there was an angel. They have a unique scent." She could tell that they thought she was crazy since she was so matter of fact about it. She raised her brow, "Don't you have angels?"

"No," Jensen barked in a similar tone to Dean. "It's not real. None of this is real."

Angela sighed before closing her eyes. When she opened them, they were glittering jewels and her fangs were out. She looked at them and said, "Not real? This is very real. Real enough that my kind could kill you with a snap of your neck."

As if on cue, the dogs started changing into their larger hell hound forms. It was intended to draw the lesson home. They weren't attacking, but they were showing what they could turn out to be. It was not her intention to scare them, but she was well aware that she appeared scary. At least she showed the potential to be scary. It was interrupted when Bobby came in and took in the dogs and said, "You three mutts better not be doing that in my house." He looked at Angela and asked, "Could you find a less scary means to make yer point?"

Angela shrugged, "Direct is best."

Before Bobby could say anything else, their attention was drawn to the noise of clattering. They both looked to see their guests struggling to stay upright and not faint. She looked at Bobby, "Maybe you were right in that it was a little too much."


"So… you're… you're…"

"I'm a dhampir. Half human, half vampire," Angela answered as she took a sip of tea. She held the teacup like a proper lady and had her legs crossed.

It had taken some time, but both Bobby and Angela managed to convince Jensen and Jared that they weren't going to hurt them and that they weren't crazy. Angela was just used to people being a bit more accepting. This was a little different. Apparently, where they came from, there was no such thing as vampires, werewolves, angels and demons, and the idea of magic was restricted to D&D players and children's imaginations.

It was also shocking that the two were tolerating each other's presence. She never met two people who could be more polite than she could and usually it was the more unsavory types. It was disconcerting because they looked like her boys and they were behaving like total strangers. It was something to talk about. Right now, she was trying to make sure that they weren't freaking out because monsters and demons were real.

She stood in front of them, looking down at them as they tried to absorb the fact that she was not a normal human. They had seen her teeth and eyes so… She looked at them. "So, now you have it. Monsters are real and magic is real. You guys okay with that?"

She was just being polite. They really had no choice but to accept it. It was their reality for now until she could figure out a way to send them back and get her boys back. She paced in front of them, taking in the fact that they were careful to keep space between them. This was going to be interesting. "Alright, so you two are stuck here until I can figure out what to do to fix this. And that means no funny business."

"Who died and made you boss?"

Angela turned her gaze to Jensen. She moved quickly until she was in front of him and looking at him in the eye. "I'm the boss since I know more than you do." She ended up pulling the trick she did to Sam so long ago. She made like she was going to punch him. Her fist was barely touching the tip of his nose when she stopped the follow through. It was a testament to how well in control she was of her body and skills.

She knew that it was impressive, especially to the two boys. Jensen was looking at her like she was crazy since she basically made that she was going to hit him and didn't. Jared was staring at her wide eyed. She could imagine what it looked like to them. It was a tactic she had used time and again. The appearance of certain methods was enough to give a certain look at things. People were good at filling in the banks and the mind was often one's worst enemy.

Pulling back, she straightened up to look at them. "So, are there going to be problems?"

They both shook their heads. It was almost comical in that they were just as in sync with each other as her boys were. It gave her the feeling that she was going to be crazy and in need of therapy after this was all done. More likely Bobby would make fun of her since she was essentially babysitting them. Looking at them, she said, "Okay then."

"That's it?"

Angela looked at them. She raised her brow, "That's pretty much it. It's mostly common sense. I don't deal in stupidity and you two seem like you have common sense." She eyed them like she would kids that she didn't think were up to snuff. "Unless you have something to say that means otherwise?"

They both shook their heads at that. She nodded, "Okay." She turned and went to the kitchen, leaving them alone.

Once she was gone they looked at each other. It was Jared that said, "She reminds me of several people we know on set."

"Tell me about it. She's scary just by giving that look."

They chattered while Angela talked with Bobby about what to do. "Bobby, what am I supposed to do?"

Bobby shrugged his shoulders, "You seemed to be doing the job just fine." He peered around the corner. "Seems like they are behaving themselves. For them not being Sam and Dean."

"They better behave. I'm not catering to stupidity," Angel repeated as she crossed her arms over her chest. She glanced in the direction Bobby had been staring at and watched the pair of them. This was too bizarre.

"You going to be okay? With them looking like Sam and Dean?"

Angela turned to see Bobby looking at her with a worried frown. Her features softened a little. She replied, "It's not any different when I've been stuck with a situation."

"And this ain't a job, Angie." Bobby gave her a pointed look. He knew she liked to downplay a lot of things. Even though she was serious about the job, she did have a tendency to use humor as a means of keeping people calm. Now she used it to hide what she was truly feeling. Besides, she only just started getting better from her nightmares. "I'm serious. How do you feel about this?"

Angela looked at Bobby. He was only concerned about her. She had just gone through Sakura and it essentially cured her of hallucinating about Lucifer. She didn't really see him anymore, but there were still nightmares. Then again that kind of thing didn't go away. She truly felt safe when she was with Sam and now that she didn't have him there… she did feel the beginnings of panic. Sighing, she replied, "Honestly… I feel a bit nervous. I know I haven't been the best since the whole thing at Skye Temple…"

"Are you seeing that bastard again?"

Angela chuckled, "No. Just… remembering. Remembering things that led me to…" She lifted her wrist to show the gauntlet. She had worn it every day since then. It was more like an obligation. Plus, she always thought about contingency and a few steps ahead.

Bobby looked at it. It looked plain and unobtrusive, like it was supposed to be that way. He had seen it and it was more elaborate. The only thing that gave it away was the fact that it had the curls and squiggles like he had seen on the shirt she had made Sam. The expression would be women's casual jewelry. "So, no…"

"I don't see him anymore." Angela looked at Bobby with a firm look.

Bobby looked back at her. He wasn't convinced. He sensed that she was hiding something. He knew though that she wouldn't tell anyone even if they badgered her. The boys thought something was going on because Sam mentioned that she may have been hiding something, something that was on her mind and troubling her. "Okay, fine," he said with a shrug. "Look, I need to go back to town to get replacement glass for that window."

"And I get to play babysitter, right?" Angela gave a teasing grin.

"Your responsibility."

She chuckled, "Alright, fine. I'm sure I can freak them out more about how real of a thing I am." She held her hands up in a mock scaring fashion. "Maybe let them see Kess."

"As long as you don't ruin my house," Bobby groused.

Angela laughed as she went to one of the places where she stashed rainy day cash. She had them all over the house and Bobby groused at her for spending her money. She put that argument to bed by stating that he was the one that gave her a room and she had lived with him during her solo periods. It only felt right that she should contribute to repairs and upkeep. She started hiding money around the house and would break into it as necessary. She came back with a small wad of cash and handed it to him. "That should cover the window and the stuff needed to fix it."

Bobby took the cash, "I'm in trouble if I know that my favorite idjit knows down to the exact penny how much something costs."

"One too many times fixing things," she said with a grin.

Bobby made a face as he got up and went to grab his keys. "Don't ruin my house," he warned in a friendly manner before he left to go to town.

Angela saw him off and went to check on the new arrivals. They were sitting where she had left them. They looked like nervous little boys as they looked around the room. She watched them as they looked around and touched everything, as if to test whether or not everything was real. She cocked her head to the side and approached, "That is cute, and I can assure you everything is real."

Both of them jumped but it was Jensen that spoke, "We're just…" He gestured around, trying to find some logical explanation for what they were doing. "It's just that everything… looks like the set."

Angela raised her brow, "Set?"

Jared explained, "We're part of a TV show. This…" He gestured around, "Is one of the sets we work with. Bobby Singer's house." He gestured to where Bobby left, "And that was Jim."

"Who?"

"Jim. Jim Beaver."

Angela looked at them with a raised brow. She thought they were a little crazy, but considering that they looked like her boys… She was willing to give a little. She made a face similar to what Dean would do when he was trying to make sense of things. "Okay. So, you're saying that Bobby is actually someone else?"

"We're actors," Jensen pointed out. "On a show called Supernatural. I play Dean Winchester and Jared plays Sam Winchester. Jim is Bobby."

Angela felt her eyes widen slightly as she processed that, "Okay. So… What am I?"

"That's just it," Jared pointed out, "There is no one like you. It's like you don't exist."

It almost sounded like a dramatic point in a show. You could almost hear the music cue and the faces were going to get their close up. There was even a hint of humor to it. The only sound that came out was Angela going, "Huh. Interesting." She looked at them and smiled, "You guys want some coffee?"

Both boys looked at her like she was crazy since she took their explanation like it was completely normal. Jensen asked, "What?"

"Coffee," she repeated like they were five year olds. "You know, one of the few drinks aside from whiskey that can calm a person down?" She looked at them and noted their expressions, "That's not a thing to easily freak out about. I see and hear strange things about every day." She turned to walk into the kitchen and grab some coffee.


A/N: So it looks like Angie is stuck with two boys that look like hers and seems like they think everything isn't real. Stay tuned for more of the French Solution...