Joining The Winchesters

by HonoraryWinchester

Maddy, a hunter, finds herself face to face with the Winchesters who help her when she is trapped during a hunt. She struggles through jarring hallucinations and countless injuries, but she has the Winchester brothers to help her through it all. As she gets to know them better a romance starts to form. They even take a trip to Disneyland! :) (Ch. 12) Read to find out more :)

20. Lights, Camera, Action

Author Note: This is based off on of the best episodes :) I watched this episode the other day and tried to write this chapter from memory. Obviously the show is way better, but I tried to add my own flare to this episode. This was so much fun to write and I hope you enjoy it! As always, send me a message to tell me what I should write next!

I stare up at the ceiling of the panic room, arms and legs dangling off of the squeaky bed frame. We've been confined to Bobby's small house for a little over a week and we are all starting to go a little stir crazy. Bobby has us helping him with research for other hunters' cases, but we all miss being in the action. I listen to the soft whirring noise coming from the fan above me and daydream about killing ghosts and vampires. My thoughts are interrupted by the noise of the panic room door being opened. I turn my head and find Dean coming through the doorway, "Oh." He says, "I didn't know you were in here."

I sit up for the first time in hours, I see stars for a few seconds as the blood rushes out of my head and to the rest of my body for the first time in a while. "Yep." I say, rubbing my sore neck, "I got tired of staring at the wallpaper and decided I needed a change of scenery."

Dean laughs, "Well, that's exactly why I came down here." He flops down on the bed next to me, causing the mattress to bounce.

I sigh, "I was just thinking about how fun it would be to kill a ghost or something right now."

Dean groans, "I hear you. I'm going crazy sitting here doing nothing but research."

I take a look at the dart board on the wall across from us and grin at the thought that pops in my mind. I get off the bed and start looking around the room, "Do you think Bobby has any throwing knives down here?"

"What would you need a throw-" he starts, but then he notices the dart board and rubs his hands together. "I hope so." He says as we continue to look through some of the boxes piled in the corner of the room. "Bingo!" he yells, pulling a couple knives out of a box.

I walk over to the dart board and put my hand on it laughing, "This is super dumb." He squints, lining up his knives, and practices the arm movements. "If you stab me," I say, "I won't stop Sammy from beating you up."

He laughs, "Give me some credit, I have great aim. And, I can take Sam in a fight."

I grin, "I wouldn't be so sure about that!"

He's just about to throw a knife when Sam walks through the door holding his computer. He looks between me, with my hand on the dart board, and Dean, holding the knife between his head. "I swear," Sam says, "I can't leave you two alone together." I can't help myself; loud laughs erupt out of my mouth. I pull my hand off of the board and Dean throws the knife, where it lands in the bullseye. "Hey!" I yell, "My hand was right there!" He winks and shrugs at me, while he walks over to Sam.

"What are you lookin at Sammy?" Dean asks.

Sam turns the computer around so Dean and I can see. The title of a news article fills the screen, "Woman Claims Her Dead Husband Tried To Kill Her."

"Oooooo!" I shout, "A vengeful spirit hunt?" I can't help but feel excitement course through my body. We're finally going to leave Bobby's house!

Sam smiles at my excitement, "That's what I'm thinking. Cas said we shouldn't leave the house, but one low stakes hunt wouldn't hurt, right?"

Dean runs out of the panic room shouting, "I'll pack the car!" over his shoulder.

Sam sets his computer down on the bed and pulls me in for a hug, kissing me on the forehead. I close my eyes and lean my head against his chest, melting into his embrace. "I've been thinking," he says, "Why don't we just go to the courthouse and get married soon." I lean back to look at him, "I just can't stand not being married to you anymore. Our lives are crazy, we can have a tiny ceremony there with Dean and Bobby."

Tears well up in my eyes and I smile up at him. Knowing that he's been thinking about our future wedding makes my heart swell with love for him. "I think that sounds amazing." I laugh, "You can wear your FBI suit, and I'll find some sort of dress." He laughs and pulls me in for a kiss that sends shivers down my arms.

We kiss for a little longer, but Sam pulls away with a sigh, "Probably shouldn't keep Dean waiting, he'll probably leave without us."

As we start to ascend the stairs, we hear a muffled shout from Dean through the basement door. Sam and I run up the stairs and burst into the living room where Dean stands facing Balthazar, who is frantically rummaging through Bobby's belongings.

"What's going on, Balthazar?" Sam asks, looking at Dean's confused expression.

Balthazar continues to run around the house, back and forth between the kitchen and Bobby's desk. He throws various things into the large bowl he holds. As he runs about, his jacket shifts away from his body, where a large blood stain covers his side. I walk over to him, "Balthazar! What happened?"

He just shrugs, "Its war, love. Sometimes people get injured." He pulls a drawer out of Bobby's desk and pulls the fake bottom out, "Yes! Exactly what I needed."

Dean looks at the destroyed drawer, "Slow down! Tell us what's happening."

Balthazar finally stops moving, "Raphael is making his move on the weapons that I stole. Castiel is deep in hiding, but I had to make sure the weapons were safe before I hid as well." He pulls a key out of his pocket and hands in to Dean, "Guard that with your life." Just as he finishes that sentence an angel appears in the room.

"Ah," he says, "you've found me, Virgil." He turns to us and says, "Run." But we all stay put, stunned. Virgil starts to charge, and Balthazar looks over at us, "I said, run!" he says as he puts his hand up and the three of us go flying through the window.

We slam into a blue mat, Dean landing half on top of me, successfully knocking the wind out of my lungs. I gasp for breath and he helps me stand up. I finally take a look around. A dozen or so people are watching us from behind cameras and monitors. Harsh lights cause me to blink and cover my eyes.

One of the men behind the monitors yells, "Cut! Great job everybody, that was amazing!" I look from Sam to Dean, but they are busy looking around. We all hold a tense posture, ready for a fight.

Dean looks panicked, "Should we be killing anyone?" Sam looks over at him, "Uh, I don't know." I hear the two men behind the monitor complain about camera and signal problems. One of them yells, "That's a wrap on Jared, Jensen and Zoey!"

"Ummm," I say, my mouth hanging open, "Who are they talking about?" We step off the mat and I grab Sam's arm as we walk away from what appears to be a set of Bobby's house. "Is this- is this a TV show?" Before the boys can answer, a girl is pulling each of them away. "Wait!" I yell, "Sam! Dean!"

Another girl comes towards me, "Come on Zoey, let's get you over to the wardrobe rack." I look at her, confused, "Zoey?" She laughs, "I love that you stay in character, calling them 'Sam and Dean' and not responding to Zoey, it's just excellent acting!"

She picks up a polaroid camera and takes a picture of me, "There, now I'll know exactly what your wardrobe looks like, so we can match it for the next scene." I just stare at her blankly. I look behind me and see Dean sitting at a lighted makeup table, where a woman wipes something off his face. Sam sits tensely in a chair where another woman appears to be interviewing him. The wardrobe lady turns to me, "Alright, you're all set." And then turns away to rummage through the clothing racks.

I look back over and see Sam and Dean standing together, so I power walk over towards them. I pass a chair that says, 'Zoey Miller' was that supposed to be me? I reach the boys, "Um, so, like, What the hell!" I whisper shout.

Sam looks around, "That reporter lady kind of explained it, so, this is a tv show about our lives. It's called 'Supernatural'."

Dean looks horrified, "Why would anyone want to watch our lives?"

Sam shakes his head, "Apparently not a lot of people do, according to the ratings." He runs a hand through his hair, "So, wherever here is, you're," he points at Dean, "Jensen Ackles, And Maddy," he looks over at me, "you're Zoey Miller. And I'm something called a Jared Padalecki."

We leave through the first door we see and exit onto a back lot, full of people running around with clipboards and props. Deans face lights up, "At least my Baby made it!" I look at where he's facing and see the Impala, but as I look to my left, I see a whole row of Impalas. Dean sees them too and stops walking, hunching over, "I think I'm going to be sick."

We step off to the side, out of earshot of any people. I take a deep shaky breath, "Do we try Cas? Maybe he's hiding here too?" Sam and Dean nod in agreement. Dean claps his hands together and closes his eyes, "We pray to you Castiel, who might be running his ass away from heaven, that you have your ears on." We stand in silence for a few moments, but then notice that Cas stands a couple yards away from us.

The three of us jog over to him and immediately bombard him with questions, "Oh Cas!" I say as I hug him, "It's so nice seeing a familiar face, what the hell is going on?". Dean starts talking over me, "Yeah what is this? What did Balthazar do to us!". We watch as Cas changes his facial expression and squints his eyes a little before clearing his throat, "He sent you all to an alternate reality to keep you out of Virgil's reach."

We all look at each other blankly, "Like bizzaro earth? Like Superman but we get this weird clown factory instead." Dean says. Cas looks at us confused but regains his composure, "Uh yeah, anyway, do you have the key to the weapons?"

Sam pulls the key from his pocket and drops it into Cas' hand and asks, "What's up with all this TV crap?". I nod in agreement and Dean says, "Amen Padaleski." We look at him and Sam thinks for a second, "Uh Padalecki, I think?". Cas groans and starts loosening his tie, "Man, did they put out new pages?"

We fall into confused silence and I notice pages poking out of Cas' coat. I snatch them out of his pocket and read them, noticing that everything we just said is written down. "Crap!" I yell, "This whole conversation was words written in a script! This isn't Cas at all!"

Dean grasps the pages out of my hands and makes a face, "Your name is Misha? Misha?". Sam steals the key back from fake Cas and we power walk away from him before he can say anything more to us.

We continue wandering around the set until I notice a big trailer next to us that says 'J. Ackles', "Hey!" I shout, and the boys stop walking and look at where I'm pointing. "That's fake me!" Dean exclaims. We file into the trailer and are immediately blown away by all the extravagant things it is filled with. I look at the giant fish tank and then over at Dean, "Really? A fish tank?". He just shrugs and continues looking around while Sam rushes over to the computer. He starts madly typing our names into the search engine and thousands of articles and photos come up.

Dean laughs and picks up a magazine with our faces on the cover, "Nice blue steel Sam." Sam shrugs, "Hey, apparently it's our job."

I settle onto the plush sofa and eat chocolate out of a bowl set out on the table. Sam continues to scan the internet and starts talking, "Alright here we go Dean, apparently you're from Texas, and uh- looks like you were on a soap opera." He turns the computer screen so we can all see it. The scene begins with a woman talking and then changes to a young Dean dramatically talking. Dean quickly shuts the computer, "I don't like this universe Sammy, we need to get out of this universe."

Dean picks up a pad of paper and begins drawing something, "I watched Balthazar's ritual, if we reverse it, we should be able to get out of here." Sam and I nod and we all quickly leave the trailer and begin wandering aimlessly again.

We circle around and find ourselves back at Bobby's house set. "We should go in there and gather some ritual supplies." I suggest. We head inside and start rummaging through drawers but are hit with a problem, "It's all fake!" Dean rumbles. As we continue demolishing the set some people walk by and give us strange looks. One of them says to the other, "When did they start talking again?"

Dean storms out of the soundstage and Sam and I try to keep up with his pace. I grab Sam's hand and give it a squeeze, he looks over at me and smiles, squeezing back. I notice the reporter from earlier gaping open-mouthed at us as her camera man films us. I look away quickly and pick up speed to catch Dean, who beelines for the dirt covered Impala parked outside. We hop in and he starts driving through the lot, the car squeaking horribly as we go. He looks around, "What's wrong with this thing?" Then, a stagehand starts knocking on the door as we drive along, "Mr. Ackles!" He yells through the window, "Please stop!"

Dean hits the steering wheel, "It's a fricken prop!" He throws the car in park and we get out. Dean glares at the stagehand, "How are we supposed to leave this place!" The man leads us to a huge Escalade and a man named Cliff says he will take us wherever we want to go. He looks at me, shocked, "You want to come with Jared and Jensen?" I look at the boys, "Uh, yes?". Cliff shrugs and opens the door for us.

Cliff drives off the lot and clears his throat, obviously waiting for us to tell him where to go. Sam and Dean look at me and I roll my eyes, "Um Cliff? Can you take us to uh-" I look at the boys, but they are unhelpful, "my house? I guess?" Cliff nods and merges onto the highway, a 'Welcome to Vancouver' sign looms in the distance. "Great," Dean says, "We aren't even in America."

Cliff drives for a while but he eventually turns onto a bricked driveway and through a huge gate. The three of us look on in wonder as we approach a huge mansion. Sam whistles and grabs my hand. Cliff looks at the two of us in the rearview mirror and raises his eyebrows.

I'm in awe as I push open the massive front doors and walk into an elegant entryway complete with marble double staircases and a huge painting on the wall. All of our jaws drop as we make our way through the house. "Jeez," I breathe, "I must be the star of this thing."

Dean rubs his hands together when he sees the bar cart and Sam and I plop onto the overstuffed sofa. I find the TV remote and flip it on, a celebrity news channel starts playing. The reporter from before appears on the screen, "Hello everybody! I have some exciting and surprising news to share with you tonight." I look over at Sam but he just shrugs, "I went to the set of 'Supernatural' today and talked with some of its stars." The reporter is taken off the screen and some footage from Sam's interview flashes into view. Sam awkwardly answers questions and fidgets in his chair. I can't help but laugh and Sam slaps my arm. He covers his face, "Ugh, this is awful."

The reporter returns to the screen, "Jared answered all my questions, but it seems I didn't ask the correct ones." The footage of Sam and I walking hand in hand on the set flashes onto the screen. The reporter claps her hands together in excitement, "Could it be? Are Jared and Zoey back together after months apart?" She squeals, "Stay tuned for more information!"

I grab the remote and turn the TV off quickly. Sam and I look at each other, "Well that was weird." Is all I can think to say. Dean shouts from another room and Sam and I join him. Dean sits in a plush pink desk chair in front of a massive computer screen. He takes a sip of his drink, "I found some of the spell stuff online." He slaps some credit cards down on the table, "Jensen Ackles must be raking in the cash because I just spent a boat load of it to get the stuff here by tomorrow morning."

Dean leaves us alone and goes on a hunt for a bedroom. Sam leads me back to the couch and pulls me down next to him. I curl up against his side and trace patterns into his palm with my finger. He sighs, "That feels nice." I smile, "We haven't been alone in ages." We hear a door slam upstairs and Sam grabs my hips and pulls me onto his lap. I lean down and kiss him passionately, feeling his tongue press against mine. I unbuckle his belt and pants as we kiss, and he pulls my shirt over my head. I've missed being alone with Sam, my love for him pours out of me as he grabs my waist. I gasp as I ease down onto him and he pulls my face back down towards his. All the stress and confusion of this day falls away as I focus on being here with my wonderful fiancé. Sam hugs me to him as he whispers my name into my ear. We fall onto the sofa and I cuddle against his bare chest.

We lay that way for what seems like hours, but most likely only lasts a few minutes. I kiss his chest and stand up, pulling a blanket around my body as Sam puts his pants back on. I smile at him, "Let's go find the bedroom, I'm exhausted." He takes my hand and we wander up the stairs and down the hall until we find the master bedroom, where we crash onto the bed and fall into a sound sleep.

In the morning, Cliff drives us to the private jet section of the airport where a plane is waiting for us. Sam gets out of the car to retrieve the package while Dean and I chat with Cliff. Sam hops back into the car holding the box, "We aren't doing anything illegal are we?" Cliff asks, eyeing us in the rearview mirror. We all exchange looks, and Sam speaks up, "Would it make you feel better if we said no?". Cliff grumbles and starts to drive back to the studio.

We hurry into the Bobby house set and start to unwrap the package, just as the lights flicker on and voices can be heard in the distance. A man, who I assume is the director, walks into the room looking surprised to see us standing there, "What's this? Here for the first run through before anyone else." I just stare at him, unable to form an excuse for why we are there holding a suspicious box. Dean walks over to him and pulls him aside, "Can I talk to you for a second?" Is all I hear as Sam and I grab the box and hurry away.

We come across chairs with our names on them and decide to sit and wait for Dean. Fake Cas comes in and sits down in his chair looking chipper, "Ooo priority," he says, looking at the box, "what's in it?" Sam clears his throat, "I bought part of a dead person." I hold back laughter as Misha looks at us open mouthed.

Sam and I sit up straighter when Dean comes in looking nervous, "Uh bad news, looks like we get to do a little acting." Sam just stares at him as the crew prepares the scene and Misha takes his place. The director comes over, "Oh Zoey, you aren't in this scene, but I guess you can just hang out and watch." Relief floods through me as I stay in my seat while Sam and Dean are led over to the set.

I can't help but cringe as the boys attempt to act out the scene. Their acting is way over the top and stiff. I look at the crew and see them also cringing and whispering as they watch the train wreck. They do take after take, each take worse than before. Sam fidgets nervously while Dean tries to sneakily look at the paper with his lines. The director yells 'Cut!' for what seems like the hundredth time and Sam and Dean look over at me, pleading me to help them but I just shrug.

They begin another take and Sam stutters through his lines, "If there is a key, the-there must also be a lock." I clap my hand over my mouth to suppress my laughter as the director yells cut again and they come running over to me. "Wow," I giggle, "you guys are really doing a swell job." Dean shoots me daggers as someone yells, "Moving on!". Dean grabs the box and we run to the other room. He rips into the box and sets up the spell exactly how he saw Balthazar do it. "Alright," He says, "I guess we just jump through the window now." Sam grabs my hand and we all run and jump through the window, shattering it as we land awkwardly on the floor on the other side.

The director looks at us shocked, "Drugs" the assistant says as we get up and run out of the sound stage. We rush back to Jensen's trailer and sit around the table. Dean runs his hands over his face, "That spell was perfect! It should've worked."

Sam sighs, "I did some research last night-"

Dean interrupts him, "Yeah, that's not to only thing you did last night" and chuckles.

I throw a pillow at him and it smacks him right in the face. Sam ignores him, "What if it can't work. From what I could find, nothing supernatural exists here. No magic, monsters, angels, demons, etc."

I can't help but groan, "Greatttt."

I lead the way back to the set as Dean groans about hearing so many people talk about hockey. We weave through what seems to be an underground sewer type set. I look back at the boys and their faces fall, "Maddy look out!" Dean shouts. I spin around and come face to face with Virgil who puts his hand out to my forehead. I close my eyes and wait for the pain to come, but nothing happens. Sam and Dean come up behind me, "Mojo free zone" Dean says before punching Virgil. Sam hold Virgil's hands behind his back while Dean lays punches on him.

The director and other extras rush over to pull Sam and Dean off of Virgil.

"No, you don't understand!", I shout as Virgil slips away and out of the set. I grab the boys and pull them away from the chaos, "What if Virgil has a way to get out of here?" I inquire, but we all know he's probably stuck here with us. "Well," Sam sighs, "at least he doesn't have the key." He pats his pocket and immediately stops walking, "Uh oh."

Dean stares at him, "What?" Sam grimaces, "He has the key." I stare at Sam, "WHAT!" Dean and I shout in unison.

We spend the next few hours rushing around outside in panic mode, "If he gets back with that key then Cas is dead, and our world is toast!" Sam shouts. I take his hand and look between them, "Then we have to stop him." We discuss strategies but are interrupted by gunshots coming from inside the soundstage. We hurry inside and see Virgil shooting at the production crew.

Sam runs over and shouts, "Hey!" to distract Virgil, who shoots a shotgun at him. Sam ducks just in time and the window behind him shatters.

Dean rushes Virgil and knocks him through a plywood wall, knocking the gun loose. Virgil punches Dean, sending him tumbling over a nearby bed. I fling myself at Virgil and land a couple good punches before he kicks me through another wall. I lose my footing and crash through another window, landing with a thump against the floor. I extract myself from the carnage and listen to the boys continue the fight.

I rejoin the fight and as Sam pulls the key from Virgil's pocket, the last remaining intact window begins to glow with the same red sigil that Balthazar used. Before any of us can say anything, we are sucked backwards through the window and onto a dark street outside a motel. I look around, disoriented, and notice a suited woman walking towards us.

Dean scoffs, "Raphael? Nice meat suit," he looks at us and whispers, "Dude looks like a lady." Raphael twists her clenched fists and the three of us immediately fall to the ground clutching our stomachs. Pain radiates through my whole body; it feels like someone is squeezing my insides.

Raphael scoops the key off of the floor and Balthazar appears, "That key will open a locker at the Albany bus station." The pain subsides and we struggle onto our feet, confused by Balthazar's statement. He laughs, "I needed a decoy and decided to send these idiots on a game of fetch with Virgil."

Dean clenches his fists and I step closer to Sam. Raphael starts towards Balthazar but Castiel appears, "Step away from him." He says in a menacing voice that gives me chills, "I have the weapons now, their power is with me." As he finishes that statement, lighting flashes and his massive wings appear in shadow behind him. Dean looks shocked and I grab Sam's arm as Cas walks towards Raphael, "If you don't want to die tonight, back off."

Raphael quickly leaves and Balthazar follows suit. Castiel walks towards us and grabs us, and within seconds we return to Bobby's house. "What the hell!" Dean shouts, "You were in on this?"

Cas looks at Dean, "If I lose against Raphael, we all lose everything." Sam puts his arm around me and hugs me to him, his body heat is comforting, and it helps calm my thudding heart. Dean gets angry, "We know that stakes, that's about all you've told us!"

Cas stares at us and there is a moment of silence before he speaks again, "I'm sorry about this, I'll explain when I can." I open my mouth to say something, but he disappears.

I sink onto the couch and Sam walks tentatively towards the door jam. He slaps it a couple times and Dean and I share a confused look. Sam turns around and lets out a breath, "It's real." Dean rattles off all the gross and broken things about Bobby's house, "Yep, home sweet home."

I get up and pull the boys into a group hug, "This may not be paradise, but at least we're talking." The boys hug me back and we all relax a little.