Author's Note: Continued spoiler alert for The French Mistake. All characters owned by their creators.
Chapter Inspiration: Immortals by Fall Out Boy
Chapter 11
Dean was grumpy. He just found out he may never be able to go home, back to his real life. He and Sam were walking across the set again, rather aimlessly this time.
"Maybe we can't get out of earth number 2 right now, but the least we can do is get the hell out of the Canadian part of it." Dean was saying to Sam as they walked. "If I hear one more conversation about hockey, I'm going to puke."
While Sam was looking one way, Dean wandered down a hall set in a different direction. Dean wasn't looking where he was going, so only Sam could see that Virgil was ahead of his brother. The angel was walking towards him, a malevolent look on his face. Yeah, he meant them harm.
"DEAN!" Sam yelled in warning.
Looking straight up, Dean discovered why Sam was yelling his name. There stood Virgil, at the top of a short flight of stairs that Dean had been about to go up.
"You think you can run?" The angel asked, raising a hand to smite Dean.
Sam yelled "NO!"
Unfortunately for Virgil, he was unable to smite the older Winchester. For a moment, everyone was confused, until Dean's conversation with Sam filtered through his brain.
"Sorry dude, mojo free zone." Dean informed the angel before throwing a punch that landed right in Virgil's face. The angel fell back under the force of it.
"No magic in the house." Sam confirmed forcefully.
"Which makes you, nothing but a dick." Dean continued in a cold voice before throwing yet another solid punch.
After that, it was two Winchesters versus a powerless angel in all out fisticuff. Being on a set, it didn't take long for others to notice the fight, and subsequently intervene. They restrained the brothers, who'd had the upper hand in the fight, giving Virgil the ability to sneak the key Balthazar gave Sam, out of the younger Winchester's pocket, and get away. Once Virgil was gone, Sam and Dean were released outside to walk the fight off and cool down, while the powers that ran the show had a meeting.
"Virgil broke through. Maybe he has a way to get back." Dean said to Sam, hopeful again that he might get home.
"Or, now he has no juice here, and now he's stuck, like us." Sam reasoned.
"Either way, I want to finish kicking his ass." Dean told Sam, irritated at the angel that'd been sent to kill him and his brother.
It was after dark now, and until they knew for sure whether they were to stay or go back to Sam's, they decided to go back and investigate the set designed to look like Bobby's study. What they weren't expecting was for the big guy to be sitting at the desk, waiting for them.
"There you are guys!" The man said jovially. "You got a minute?"
Actually, we're in the middle…" Sam started. "Of looking for…"
"That extra you tried to kill?" The man asked, his voice non-judgmental.
Both brothers turned to look at him, stunned.
"Is it money? Is this the kind of act that goes away if we can't scare up some coverage on a raise?" He continued. Sam and Dean's stunned faces changed to confused in a millisecond.
"More money?" Dean asked with a laugh. "You already pay these jokers enough as it is."
"Yeah." Sam agreed.
"Because I like to think, over these years, we've grown closer. That you don't think of me as Director Bob, or Executive Producer Bob Singer, but as Uncle Bob." The man now identified as Bob Singer continued, as if Dean hadn't interrupted about the amount of money Jensen and Jared were being payed to portray Sam and Dean.
"Wait, you're kidding. So, the character in the show 'Bobby Singer...'" Sam mused.
"What kind of a douchebag names a character after himself?" Dean questioned.
"Oh, that's not right." Sam whispered, agreeing with Dean's assessment.
"Okay guys, let's begin again." Bob said sheepishly.
The brothers agreed, turning to confer between themselves for a moment.
"You know what? I don't think Virgil would have shagged out of here without getting his mitts on that key." Dean whispered to Sam.
"Yeah, yeah, I agree." Sam said, his hand going to his pocket.
They missed the fact that Bob had gotten out of the chair and had been walking toward them. In fact, they hadn't been paying attention to anything until Bob put his hands on their shoulders, turning them so that he could say something. "Guys, you can't come to work on poppers, and smuggle kidney's in from Mexico, and make up your own lines as you go. You cannot make up your own lines. Good God, what about your careers?"
"You know what? Screw our careers, Bob." Sam said, stalking off.
Bob gave a surprised "What?"
"You heard my brother. Yes, I said brother, because you know what Bob? We're not actors, we're hunters, we're the Winchesters. Always have been, always will be, and where we're from, people don't know who we are. But you know what? We matter to that world. In fact, we've even saved the son of a bitch once or twice. Yeah, okay, here there may be some fans who give a crap about this nonsense." Dean ranted at the poor guy, who started off looking surprised, and was looking more and more let down as Dean went on.
"I wouldn't call it nonsense." Bob replied defensively.
"But, Bob Singer, if that even is your name, tell me this; what does it all mean?" Dean questioned.
Bob looked rather taken aback by everything Dean had verbally thrown at him. "Okay, this is good. I mean, we've all had our psychotic breaks, right? I can work with this." He responded, completely misreading the situation.
Just then, Sam rushed back into the room. "Dean, Virgil, I think he has the key."
Dean was stunned. If he had the key, they, and Cas, were screwed. Looking to Bob, Dean said the first thing that came to mind. "Bob, we quit." Then he and Sam were off to start looking for Virgil, the non-magical, homicidal angel.
They ran to where the car service was, and convinced Cliff that they needed to get back to Jared's, and fast. He drove them as fast as he could through Vancouver, arriving at the mansion in record time.
"Maybe if we can get inside the police dispatch system..." Sam suggested, pushing one of the double doors open.
"We can put out an A. P. B. on Virgil." Dean finished, stepping through the door and closing it behind him. "Might work if he stays obvious."
"It's not like we have a lot of time." Sam pointed out.
Before Dean could respond, they heard Gen's weepy voice call out "Oh my God! Oh my God!" She was standing in a doorway down the hallway to their right. Tears were running down her face unchecked, black mascara streaks marking where tears had fallen.
"What?" Sam asked, feeling somewhat protective.
"Misha, he's been stabbed to death!" Gen cried.
Dean and Sam looked at each other, both thinking the same thing. It had to have been Virgil. "Where?" They asked her at the same time.
Genevieve's eyes pulled down in a confused frown. That was a weird question for them to be asking her. "Where?" She questioned back. "Somewhere downtown. Near the convention center I think."
Sam and Dean turned, and walked back out the door they'd just walked through. Finding a garage, Sam went to a car that happened to be the new Dodge Challenger and fired her up. Thankfully the built-in GPS system directed them where to go to find the convention center. When they did find it, they saw cops already there, along with a coroner's vehicle, and the area was sectioned off by yellow caution tape. They walked cautiously through, and saw that they'd already draped Misha's body in a white cloth. The blood stain indicated to the brothers that his throat had been slashed. Beyond the body, they saw a man in a suit interviewing a homeless guy. He appeared to be talking about a Raphael.
They walked up to the homeless guy. "You saw what happened?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, yeah, the scary man, killed the attractive crying man, and then he started to pray. And the strange part, after a while, I swear I heard this voice answer him." The homeless guy replied.
"What'd it say?" Sam asked.
"It didn't make any sense." The guy answered, reluctant to answer Sam's question.
"Try us." Dean challenged, hoping the guy would reveal what he'd heard.
"The voice said for Virgil to return tomorrow, at the place where he crossed over, at the time of the crossing, and Raphael would reach through the window, and take him and the key home." The guy said after a moment's hesitation.
"Uh, hey, thank you." Dean replied, pulling some Canadian cash from a pocket. He separated out some bills and handed them to the guy.
The guy quickly scurried off, leaving Dean a little put out at his lack of gratitude. Sam however, was being more rational about what they'd just learned.
"Dean, if Virgil gets back with that key, Cas is dead, and our world is toast." He told his brother.
"Well, then we stop him." Dean replied. "And hell, how bad can an angel without wings be?"
"You realize you just said that out loud." Sam said to Dean.
"Oh come on, you know I don't buy that superstitious crap." Dean scolded Sam who was already rolling his eyes at the quip.
"Come on, there's nothing we can do tonight." Sam relented.
Getting back in the Charger, they went back to the set, where they would spend the night in Dean's trailer. Dean was antsy to get home and make sure Hermione was okay. He didn't like having to wait, but he had no other option. He closed his eyes and hoped for morning to arrive quickly.
The next morning dawned chilly, overcast, and rainy. Dean figured that was not a good sign for the things to come. They made their way back to the Bobby's study set, avoiding being seen, and waited.
"You know that if we drop Virgil, get the key, this might be it. We could be stuck here." Dean finally put voice to the one thing he was worried about.
"No, we'll figure out a way back." Sam replied, he needed to find a way back, for Dean.
"Yeah, you wouldn't be too broken up if we didn't though." Dean replied with a shrug, thinking about how much better Sam's life would be if he didn't go back.
"What? Don't be stupid." Sam replied.
"I'm just saying, no hell below you, above you only sky." Dean felt like this should be a no-brainer for Sam. Yeah, it would kill Dean to stay, but he honestly thought Sam being stuck here wouldn't be all that bad for his younger brother. The younger brother who'd wanted nothing for a long time, other than a normal life, and that's what here would give him, that Dean couldn't.
"Dean, our friends are back there. Hermione, and your child are back there." Sam reasoned.
"Yeah, but here, you had a pretty good life. I mean, back home, the hits have been coming since you were six months old." Dean defaulted back to his basic programming. Looking after his little brother. He did a lot wrong way back when Sam went off to Stanford, but he wasn't going to make the same mistakes this time. Even if righting his mistakes, meant making the sacrifice that had the potential to kill him inside. "You got to admit, being a bazillionare, married to Ruby, the whole package. There's no contest."
"You know, you were right." Sam replied, carefully laying out how he wanted to word his response to Dean's self-sacrificing crap. "We just don't mean the same thing here. I mean, we're not even brother's here, man."
Dean understood what Sam was saying. He didn't want to live in a world where his brother, wasn't his brother. With a nod, Dean accepted that Sam would choose to go home over staying. "All right then, let's get our crazy show back home."
The wait went on for Virgil in silence. They didn't have to wait for long before gun shots rang out in the building. Virgil had armed himself with a handgun, shotgun combination, and was shooting everyone around. Coming up with a split-second plan, Sam went one way, and Dean went another.
Sam stepped out from around one corner and yelled to get Virgil's attention. When he had succeeded, Dean took off barreling towards the angel. Luckily the shot he'd sent in Sam's direction missed, going through a window when Dean plowed into Virgil. He tackled him right through the walls of another set nearby. Once they landed, Dean threw a couple of punches that caught Virgil in the face before being elbowed in the jaw. Luckily, Dean quickly recovered to throw his opponent down to the ground, hard, before he could get another shot on the elder Winchester.
Just then, Sam burst through the set door. He wasn't prepared for Virgil, and ended up taking a punch right to the face. Sam recovered as fast as Dean had, and landed a punch before grabbing the defunct angel by the throat, slamming him down on the floor, and holding him there while Dean searched for the key. Virgil fought, but Sam knocked him out just as Dean grabbed the key from a pocket. No one noticed the glowing sigil on the window behind them. By the time they stood, the sigil was complete, and they were being hauled backward through the glass.