The French Mistake : Bizarro World

Chapter 2

"Look, man, I have no clue what's going on. It's the set for Bobby's house, only it's not a set." Jensen looked around the room, waving a hand. "Maybe we hit our heads in the fall, and this is is all an hallucination."

"Well, it can't be an hallucination, because we can't both be having the same one at the same time." Jared was standing at the window, watching the rain come down in buckets. "You can come up with the most stupid ideas, Ackles."

"Thanks, Padalecki. Just because that one time... Why don't we just go back to not talking," Jensen said, feeling frustrated and scared. He didn't appreciate Jared's attitude right now. It wasn't like things were exactly normal. Maybe this was all a joke being played on them, but the crew surely knew better than that. They had stopped trying to get the two of them to be friends by the end of season two.

While Jensen went to riffling through the items on the desk, Jared took a look around the house. Neither spoke to the other, and they preferred it that way.

Jensen read various papers scattered all over the desk. Most was information about strange creatures, but there was also a list of names and addresses, and maps to who knew where. There was a framed photo, which Jensen picked up. He saw three smiling men, all standing close, arms wrapped around each other. It was he, along with Jared and Jim Beaver. Funny thing was he never remembered having posed for this photo. Had to be for publicity, since he and Jared rarely spent time together unless they had to. He'd never even been out to Jared's house, which he'd heard was pretty damn big. Overly so, or that was the talk anyway. Seeing an opened bottle of whiskey sitting on the desk, Jensen shrugged, and took a deep swig, choking as the alcohol burned its way down his throat. "

Jared looked at him, frowning. "Since when did you start drinking?"

Coughing slightly, Jensen looked up at his co-star with a smirk and answered, "Since now." Then he took another drink.

A door opened, and both men turned toward the sound.

"What're you clowns doing?" Bobby called out to them. "Haven't you been finishing up the research? The clock's ticking, boys. I have to do everything around here." The grizzled older man mumbled to himself while he placed the bags he'd been carrying down on the kitchen table.

"Jim, thank goodness. Where is the rest of the crew?" Jensen asked frantically.

Looking over at Jensen, a frown on his bearded face, Bobby asked, "What did you call me?" Noticing Sam, he whispered, "What's wrong with him?"

Jared spotted the bottle on the table, and thinking quickly, replied, "He's...been drinking."

"Tell me something I don't know." Bobby merely shrugged. He figured one day, Dean would die of a pickled liver, if a demon or some other creature didn't get to him first. Liquor seemed to have taken the place of the things most people enjoyed, family and friends being scarce these days. Dean had the proverbial hollow leg when it came to chugging beer, whiskey and other assorted alcoholic beverages.

Bobby came to stand face to face with the older son of John Winchester, and hollered, "Get back to work now! We have less than 72 hours to find that monster Eve before she has a chance to gather her forces, and you know what that'll be like."

Jensen looked at Jared, who mouthed 'WTF?' "Uh, Jim, you know, this was funny, oh, for about 3 seconds, but it's not funny anymore."

Bobby narrowed his eyes as he spoke to the man he looked at like a son. Now Dean was so drunk, he was confusing him with someone else. "Bad timing, boys. This is no time to play games. What do you not understand about that?"

Jared decided to play along, at least until he could figure out what was happening. "Bobby?"

The older man swung towards the voice. "What now."

"Look, um, Bobby. We tried to go over the, um, information you gave us, but I can't make heads or tails over what we're, uh, looking for." Jared gave Jensen a look that said 'play along'. He only hoped the guy wasn't as dense as he seemed to be much of the time.

Bobby sighed heavily. This behavior just wasn't like the boys, and normally, he might let it go, but the urgency of finding Eve as soon as possible weighed on Bobby. Why did they not seem to be taking this hunt seriously? Once Eve gathered all demons, monsters and assorted hellish creatures under one banner, all hell would break loose on Earth, and it wasn't going to be a family reunion picnic she was putting together. Shaking his head, Bobby went to the kitchen, followed by both Jensen and Jared. He began to unpack the bags, placing items on the table.

Wanting to be helpful, since he had nothing better to do, Jensen went to assist in putting things away. He picked up a jar filled with a thick red substance. He peered inside, figuring it was a fruit jam of some sort.

Jared looked at it too, and asked, "What is it?"

"Be careful with that! It's the lamb's blood we're gonna need..." Bobby was interrupted by the sound of shattering glass. Red splashed everywhere, as Jensen and Jared jumped back in disgust.

"What the hell are you doing with lamb's blood?" Jensen wanted to wipe his hands, but stopped when he realized it would be blood on his jacket, real blood. He went to the sink, and turned the tap on to very hot, then washed his hands until they were chapped.

"Ok, that it's. Get out of the kitchen! I'll take care of everything here. You two boys stay in the living room. I don't know what's gotten into you..." Bobby was left alone to grumble in peace as the two men did as they were told.

Jared stood, his hands on his hips as he scanned the room. The rain had finally stopped, the silence now deafening. "You know, Ackles, this could all be real."

"What?" Jensen asked. "What do you mean, real?"

"We play characters on a show, where the impossible happens all the time. What if, somehow, we were brought into the world of the Winchesters?"

"That's just...crazy. That would mean I'm Dean Winchester, you're Sam Winchester, and that man out there is the real Bobby Singer. Impossible." Jensen waved his hands as he walked away from Jared. He really wanted to run further, like out the door.

"Then you give me a better explanation. In any case, that man believes he's the Bobby Singer from the show, so we had better act like we believe it too." Jared brushed his hair off his forehead. It had never bothered him so much as now.

Jensen thought about what Jared had said. If they were, in fact, in the "Supernatural" world, nothing they had back home, was here. People, things. "You know what's going to happen, don't you. While I'm gone, someone's going to go into MY trailer, and play with MY helicopter..."

"Would you shut the fuck up about that toy of yours! I wish you'd never bought the damned thing. Shit, Gen is going to be furious with me. We were supposed to go to a charity banquet tonight..."

"Another one? Don't you ever get tired of that crap?" Jensen paced the floor, knowing his own wife, Dani, wasn't going to be happy with him being missing as well.

Jared only glared in response to the asshole he had to work with. Wait, this wasn't a job anymore. He and Jensen were going to have to pretend to be hunters. That jar Jensen broke wasn't filled with stage blood. And Bobby made it sound as if they were going to be hunting Eve. If that bitch was anything like the character on the show, she wasn't going to be easy to stop. In their world, they couldn't be killed. But here, there was no safety pad, no fake weapons, no one to yell 'cut!'. Here, when one got stabbed, one bled. His head began to swim as the truth penetrated his mind. "Ackles, we have to figure out how to get back home."

"I'd say so, yes. Chasing monsters and getting killed, when you're not getting paid to do it, seems all wrong." He shook his hands as he still felt the sticky red liquid on them. "So, what do we do?"

A/N: Our boys have found themselves in a real pickle, but playing hunters gives them a heads up on dealing with the Underworld, or so they think. More to come. Thanks for reading, and comments welcome! Anyone you want to see added to the story, even for a quick shot, let me know. The boys have only met the actors. Might be fun to have them meet the real things.