Harvelle Supernatural

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural

A/N: Happy One Year Anniversary of Harvelle Supernatural. It has been one year since I started this story and I want to thank you, my readers…or should I say hunters and researchers. Without your support and interest in this story I would had ended it on Swan Song or discontinue. So let's continue on this grand adventure without two favorite Winchesters and our researcher Harvelle.


Chapter 33: The French Mistake

Sam and Dean were confused, their surrounding were no longer at Bobby's place but some sort of film studio. One minute a storm was roaming with Bobby running supplies until Balthazar appeared, muttering nonsense while creating a ritual. Apparently Raphael was about to destroy them in a mafia way as Balthazar put it, the moment the house started shaking, and Balthazar shoved them through the portal and into this world while another angel attack.

Before any of them could figure it out, people dragging them about for interviews and makeup removed. Witnessing different versions of the impala which made Dean sick. And encountering Castiel's imposter or alternate universe self, there is nothing more any of the Winchesters wanted than be back home. Already their alter dimension names bothered them: Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles.

They found Jenson's trailer and took refuge from all the madness. Dean was amazed in his alternate self-luxury, especially the helicopter. Sam on the other hand found the three hundred gallon aquarium more interesting. Until Sam spotted the laptop and went over to it to do some research while Dean wandered around.

"All right, here we go. Let's see who this guy is." Sam thought aloud.

"Well, he's not a hunter, but he plays one on TV." Dean said, gesturing the plasma TV on the back of the trailer playing a previous season from Supernatural. He then spotted a magazine on the coffee table and picked it up, for it had Jared and Jenson on in dressed in suits. Unable to resist he showed it to Sam. "Oh. Come on. Look at these male-modelin' sons of bitches. Nice "blue steel, "Sam."

Sam sighed as the website called Google showed him the information on Jensen Ackles. He was surprised in how many images there were of his brother. "Hey. Apparently, it's our job. Alright, uh, here goes." As he clicked on a site. "Um...It says you're from Texas.

"Really?" Dean said quite impressed.

"Yeah." Sam said as he continues to read the biography. "And, uh...Oh. Says you were on a soap opera."

"What?" Dean choked, no longer impress. He came over to watch a clip of his counterparts acting career on a soap opera called Days of our Lives. Just watching the film made Dean sick. Unable to take the sappy, chick flick, he tapped the backspace button ending the video.

"Don't like this universe, Sammy. " Dean protested, and then thought, "Who plays Skylar?"

Sam sighed as he typed Skylar Harvelle. The first thing that came up was Jo Harvelle. Sam tried again, still not finding his friend anywhere on the internet. He tried different forms of websites to search Skylar except she was nowhere to be found other than Helen and Jo.

"Dean…" Sam started.

"What goods did you find?" Dean asked.

"Skylar doesn't exist." Sam answered.

"What?" Dean said surprised.

"Our Skylar doesn't exist in this world…or at least this show." Sam said. "Only Jo and Ellen…and they still encounter the same fate…though their actors are still alive."

Dean scowled, how can this world not have Skylar Harvelle? "We need to get out of this universe."

"Yeah. No argument here. But I don't think our - our prayers are reaching Cass. Or the real Cass." Sam explained.

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

"What?" Sam asked.

"If we can reverse Balthazar's spell... I watched every move." As Dean went over to the coffee table where there was a notepad and sketched the sigil Balthazar used. "We just, uh, get the ingredients, right, get back to that same window, and...There's no place like home."

Suddenly there was a knock on the table. "Jenson, you home!"

Both Sam and Dean stopped. That voice, it can't be.

"Jenson, are you messing with your video games again?" Said a female voice then a loud sighed. "I brought Steak. Unless you want me to go back and get you sushi!"

"Uh…come in." Dean said.

"Finally," the female voice said.

The door opened as a woman with brown hair in her mid-twenties entered. She was wearing jeans, a fitted sweatshirt with a clip on ID that said Arielle, and a mic-piece from her belt up to the headphones, while carrying take out in one hand while her other hand was occupied with a script and a cup of coffee. The moment she lifted her head, she looked exactly like Skylar. Both Dean and Sam stopped to stare at her, glad to know that their friend counter-part does exist in this universe.

Arielle's hazel eyes widen staring at Sam, "Oh, Jared…I thought you be in your trailer."

Sam didn't know what to say as he merely nodded.

Arielle walked around them as she set the takeout food on the table and the script. "I see Misha hasn't been pied yet. Is that a good sign?"

"Good sign for what?" Dean asked.

Arielle chuckled, "Never mind. Be sure you read the script. Also try not to fool around with Misha. The last take took hours because neither of you two can't keep a straight face."

Dean chuckled, wondering what Jenson and Jared that would makes pretty boy mess up on his role as Castiel. Arielle chuckled as she went to the door to leave then stopped facing Jared. Sam wondered if perhaps this alternate universe were they a couple. He doesn't know, since he didn't research Jared Padalecki.

"Glad you two are talking. I hated being an owl." Arielle said. "And Jared, say hi to Gen for me."

Sam felt disappointment when she said that. When Arielle left, her second words were about Gen.

Who's Gen? Sam thought.

.o0o.

Things just got weird to weirder as they discovered nothing was real in this universe. Practically all the ingredients on Set were rubber, the weapons were nothing but Halloween toys, and when they drove the impala to escape…Baby here was nothing but a prop.

And that wasn't the only thing that shocked the Winchesters. No, it was when they were at Padalecki place to discover Sam's alternate self was married to none other than Ruby. Well, the actress who played Ruby. All evening when Gen was gone to some otter event did Dean and Sam was able to use their actor's money to purchase the ingredients Balthazar used for the spell. However Sam had to deal with another problem that same night. How to escape sex from Gen. It was awkward at first, the kissing and touching…but Sam was with Skylar…or that what he thought. He wasn't sure of their relationship since his return from Lucifer's Cage. And making out with Gen made him realized that. So when Gen excused herself, for she had a surprised for him (more like Jared). Sam took the opportunity to fall asleep. More like fake it.

The next day, the Winchesters had to act in order to use the set. Their acting was horrible. But Sam had a hard time acting when he witness Arielle talking to one of the stuntmen in the very back though close for Robert Singer to call her if he needed something, since she was the personal assistant. The way they were talking, so lay back and close he did not like. Or when during lunch break he saw the stuntman lean over and whispered in Arielle's ear that caused the woman to blush, as Sam read her lips saying yes. It took a lot of effort not to march over there, but Dean who noticed reminded Sam that, Arielle was not Skylar. Sam sighed, thanking Dean.

I need to talk to Skylar about us. Sam thought.

Horrible soon became worse when the spell didn't work and Raphael henchmen Virgil was here. The Winchesters almost had Virgil except the stuntmen and stunt director stopped them. Followed by Misha's death, who they only assumed was Virgil doing, as the homeless man gave them a clue in how to get home.

On the third day, Sam and Dean were ready. Although, Dean stopped Sam wondering if he wanted to go home. Since Sam had a life here in this universe, from a career, a home, money, and a family. Yet Sam didn't want that. He was satisfied back home where Bobby and Skylar were. But most importantly having his brother. Dean nodded, pacing again on set.

Suddenly there were gun shots. Immediately they went over to the source to find Virgil on a killing spree, shooting away at cast members, film crew, and anybody in his way where the portal was. Sam and Dean tried to rush over to stop him, when Virgil spotted a familiar person and fired his hand gun. Sam watched in shock to witness Arielle being shot in the chest. Virgil hovered over the woman aiming the gun at her head.

"May you rest in peace," Virgil said.

"Hey!" Sam called out catching the angel's attention.

Virgil turned aiming the gun at him. Not realizing Dean who lunged at him. Sam ran over to Arielle who lay on the ground bleeding. The bullet wound was in her chest. As the woman coughed up blood while panicking, hands shaking. Sam yanked the bandana she had in her pocket and pressed it down on her chest.

"Stay with me," Sam panicked, as blood coated his hand. "I need a medic!"

"Sam, I got it!" Dean shouted holding the key in victory. "Sam."

He rushed over to see Arielle chocking on blood. From all his killings, he knew the girl was not going to survive. People rushed over to restrain Virgil as another person came over to take the lead of stopping the bleeding of the girl's chest.

"Sam, we gotta go!" Dean shouted.

Arielle stared at them as her eyes began to drip. Sam unable to take it, while Dean yanked his brother up and to the set where Virgil came from. Feeling someone grabbed their shirt and yanked them across the room and through the window.

.o0o.

The Winchesters had landed back in their universe outside of a motel. They groaned in pain, having cuts and bruises from the window. Meanwhile a tall dark woman stood before them unimpressed.

"You two...Have the strangest luck." The woman said.

"Raphael? Nice meat suit. Dude looks like a lady." Dean taunted.

Raphael scowled, raising her hand and clenched her fist sending uttered pain, as the boys bend over holding their stomachs. "The key." As she picked 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, with much irritation.

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

"Give me the weapons." Raphael demanded.

"Sorry, darling. They're gone." He answered casually.

"What?!" She snapped.

"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 for a game of fetch with Virgil. You two were such an adequate stick. Thank you. Thank you, boys." Balthazar explained.

Sam and Dean stood up not liking that they were used once more in this damn angel war.

"You've made your last mistake." Raphael threatened.

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

Raphael did not like that as she approached Balthazar with her hand out. The angel stepped back putting a hand in pocket to grab a weapon. Last thing this angel wants is to be obliterated by Miss Archangel.

"Step away from him, Raphael." Castiel said, joining the conversation within a second. "I have the weapons now. Their power is with me." Lightning flashes exposing the shadows of Castiel wings.

"Castiel." Raphael greeted with much distaste.

Castiel approached the female archangel, "If you don't want to die tonight, back off."

Raphael scowled from the disadvantage and failure in this battle. Not wanting to risk it, she disappeared with the sound of her wings. Balthazar gave a relief breath and faced his friend.

"Well, Cass...Now that you have your sword, try not to die by it." Balthazar said then vanished.

Castiel took a deep breath as he walked over to the Winchesters. Before either of the brothers could ask what is going on, and demand an explanation. Castiel already tapped their foreheads, teleporting them back to Bobby's house. There the storm continued while the window destroyed from before. As the grandfather clock announced they were only gone for ten minutes.

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

"It was Balthazar's plan. I would have done the same thing." Castiel explained.

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

Castiel turned around to face them, "When will I be able to make you understand? If I lose against Raphael, we all lose. Everything."

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

"I'm sorry about all this." Castiel said. "I'll explain when I can."

With that said, Castiel vanished.

"Friggin' angels!" Dean shouted in frustration.

Sam took a deep breath and walked over to the wall. He knocked on it hard to hear a loud thick notice instead of a hallow one. "Solid. It's real. Nice."

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

"Yeah. But, hey..." Sam said. "At least we're talking."

Dean nodded as he went over to the kitchen to get some food. Sam stared at his hands wondering if Arielle was still alive or did she died from the gunshot. He knew Arielle wasn't Skylar, but to see the same face laid there in utter pain… dying…was too much to bear. Let alone this mere adventure made him think deeply about his feelings.

He went to the bathroom washing his hands as he recounted the reason why he wanted Skylar. Once his hands were clean, he couldn't take it anymore and grabbed his things and a set of keys off the key rack.

"Where you going?" Dean asked.

"To see Skylar," Sam said and left.

Dean who was confused then chuckle, "Go get her tiger."

.o0o.

Skylar's POV

It was late in the night when my clairvoyant powers were taking control telling me something was off or someone was here. I stared at the clock to see it was two in the morning. Sighing, I grabbed my bathrobe and went to the living room where it was empty. I stared at Cheryl door to see it was close and my ability told me she was fine and asleep. So with caution, I went to the door and stared at the peephole to see Sam walking up.

Something was wrong, as I opened the door. Sam was about to knock when the door open.

"Sam," I greeted tiredly.

"Hey," He said, lowering his hand.

"What's wrong?" I asked, kindly.

Sam opened his mouth to say something but no words came out. I stood there waiting until all of the sudden he cursed at himself, and pulled me into a hug. I gasped from the surprise as he held me tight while his head rested on my shoulder. He took a deep breath, breathing in my scent. I was going to ask him what was wrong again, as he pushed us inside, stepping on the devils trap, pushed the door shut, and lifted me across the living room to the couch.

"Sam?" I breathed.

Sam didn't say anything, other than held me tighter. I'm not sure what brought this one. We talked yesterday about his previous case with Dean on New Jersey with a vengeful spirit last week. Although, wished we could spent Valentine's Day if Dean didn't found the case. Anyway, not entirely sure what to do, so I hugged Sam in return while one hand rubbed his back. We stayed like this for some time, until Sam's lips pecked my neck before pulling back.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"You wouldn't believe what happen." Sam answered.

"Try me," I teased.

Sam gave a small smile, as he explained the misadventure he had with Dean in another universe. I was surprised that there are actually different Universes. Let alone I don't exist in this so call show Supernatural, but a personal assistant on the set. How he was Jared Padalecki and Dean was Jenson Ackles. But the weirdest part this Jared fellow was married to Ruby, or at least the When Sam said the angel Virgil shot Arielle, his mind thought it was me being shot since she and I looked exactly alike only different hair colors.

"Say something?" Sam pleaded.

I didn't realize I was quiet for some time. "You married fake Ruby?"

Sam made a face. "I just told you I saw your other self-get shot and you say that."

I chuckled then hugged him. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. But I'm right here."

Sam sighed though I sensed he was still troubled. So taking his hand, I placed it on my chest where my heart would be. He stiffens since he fingers slid under the robe.

"Feel that, that is my heart beating." I murmured. Then brought his hand to my face where I took a deep breath and breathed. "I'm still breathing as well. I'm alive."

Sam nodded, moving his hand and tucking a strand of hair out of my face. Our eyes met as his dark color eyes stared into my own green orbs. He looked so tired, as if he hasn't slept for says. Let alone it was late. So getting up I took his hand.

"C'mon, ya need to rest." I said.

With that said, we went to my bedroom. Sam went to the bathroom to wash up and change while I took my bathrobe wearing a tank top and underwear. I went to the dresser, pulling on a pair of pajama bottoms and then went to bed. It wasn't long before Sam joined in. We lay on our separate sides until I scooted closer enough for him to wrap his arms around me. He needs to know I'm right here.

"Sky?" Sam asked.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"What are we?" he asked.

I paused looking at him. That was an important question that I've been asking for two years.

"I don't know." I mumbled.

He pulled me closer, "Could we…you know…"

"Be in a relationship?" I finished.

Sam nodded. Our position on life was complicated. He was a full time hunter while I'm a part time researcher and photographer. Could we actually for a relationship, to be a couple? Then I thought of my parents, how they managed. With a deep breath, I leaned forward and gave him a peck.

"We can try," I said.

He gave a small smile and kissed me on the forehead.

We were probably not ready to say those words. I know deep down I love Sam since Dean was dragged to hell. I don't know where Sam was. So in time there might be something more than this. Until then, I don't mind where we stand. We both are figuring it out in this world of the Supernatural.


Yeah... I know, my third person points of view aren't great. So don't leave a review saying I need to work on my grammar because I know.

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