The French Mistake : Bizarro World

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Chapter 3

"Ok, boys, made ya some sandwiches, although God knows why I bothered." Bobby laid the tray down on the desk, and handing each a beer, popped his own open with a twist. He took a drink, and noticed the window. He put the beer down, and went over to it. "What the hell did you boys do to my window? God damn it, Dean! Are you that drunk? I don't know what the matter is with you tonight, but you better straighten out, boy. We have some intense work to do, and if you're not up to it, then you can just stay here."

"No, uh, Bobby. It was an accident," Jensen said, scratching his ear as his eyes avoided those of the older man.

When Bobby went back to his beer, shaking his head slightly, Jared whispered, "You know, we fell through that window. Maybe we can get back out of this nightmare by going through it again, in reverse."

"And how do you propose to do that?" Jensen hissed. "We don't know what brought us here in the first place."

"Think about it. The show? We have a background for this kind of stuff. We're going to need a spell."

Jensen swallowed a laugh. "Suddenly you're an occult expert?"

Jensen and Jared finally realized that if neither of them was hallucinating or dreaming, and they would never admit to having dreams about each other, they would have to act as if they were in the show. Playing their parts would not be difficult, except they were used to having scripts. Still, after 6 years of playing the same characters, they would at least be able to fake being Dean and Sam Winchester. They knew their personalities, weapons used by the characters, and the other possible inhabitants of the 'Supernatural' world. They would just need to fool Bobby long enough to figure a way back home.

Jensen turned around, only to find himself standing inches from... "Misha! Am I glad to see you. See, Jared, everything is ok."

Jared gave a small frown, and pulling Jensen to the side, hissed. "When have you ever been glad to see Collins? We don't even talk to him that much. He's always trying to get "in" with us, and that just pisses you off."

"Look, man, if Misha is here, the others must be around, hiding, in a meeting, something," Jensen said, still holding on to the hope this was all a bad dream.

"And Jim?" Jared tilted his head towards the man sitting at the desk.

"He's in on the joke, of course." Turning back to the waiting man in the trenchcoat, Jensen spoke with welcoming excitement, "Misha, we were so sure we were either dreaming or hallucinating. Then we thought we were in some alternate world. Where is everyone anyway?"

"Dean, are you well?" Noticing the almost empty bottle on the desk, he tilted his head towards Jared. "Sam, is he drunk?"

"You're not Misha, are you?" Jensen's heart sank as he realized his theory was dead wrong. Well then, who was this, he wondered, as if he didn't know the answer to that already.

Cas narrowed his eyes as they fell on Dean, then Sam. "I found out where the Skrill are hiding. I believe them to be waiting for Eve's signal to join the rest of her army. We can destroy them before that happens."

Jared rubbed his forehead, a headache threatening to totally fuck up his day. "Skrill?"

Taking a few steps closer, Cas asked, "Did Bobby get the lamb's blood?"

Jared replied, "There was an accident. Uh, Dean...dropped it."

"Cas, Dean isn't feeling quite up to snuff. I really don't know what's up with either of those boys," Bobby explained, glaring at both Dean and Sam. He had protected, advised, and nurtured them ever since their father John had passed. They could act like total asses, and he would still love them both. But today, he wasn't feeling very fatherly.

Cas exhaled impatiently. "We need to coat the shield in it before it can be used. We'll have to get more. I'll take care of that myself this time." He practically glared at Dean.

Jensen looked at Jared, who stared back, shrugging his shoulders. He heartily wished he understood what was happening around here. If this wasn't Misha, then it was...could it be...the real Castiel, angel of the Lord, standing here in front of them, in the flesh?

Cas continued to regard his human helpers. Something didn't seem right with the Winchester men. He sensed it. Their auras were completely different. If he didn't know better, he would think they were not Dean and Sam. Looking away from them, Castiel sent his angelic spidey sense into the atmosphere, content to know at least, they weren't shapeshifters. They felt completely human. "We need to go get the blood...now!" His voice was more than insistent.

Jared elbowed Jensen. "Dean, you go with Castiel. I'll help Bobby." His cocked eyebrow was telling Jensen to move it and not to argue.

"Uh, yeah, let's go...Cas." He winked at Jared, who rolled his eyes.

Cas merely touched Dean's shoulder, and both blinked out of the room.

Jared inhaled sharply. "What the fuck...!"

"Sam, what's wrong? Don't tell me you've been nipping at the whiskey too. I didn't think you liked that rotgut, not like your brother anyway."

"Uh, nothing, Bobby. Nothing's wrong. I haven't been drinking. Promise."

"Well, then, get your ass over here, and help me go over these maps. Once Cas gets the lamb's blood, the fun really begins."

Jared went to sit at the desk with Bobby. He was beginning to feel that this wasn't a dream, that he was really IN the show, as impossible as that sounded. In his world, magic didn't exist. But it did in this one. He wondered what Jensen was feeling right about now, traveling with Castiel on angel's wings. He couldn't help but smile, knowing his co-star wasn't going to be happy. He could just about hear him saying...

OoOoOoOoOoOo

"Whaaaaaaaa...the fuck!" The last two words were vocalized after Jensen had found himself on solid ground again.

Cas turned to his friend, who was shaking. "Dean, you've done this before. And I know you said you uh...that you didn't...I think I fixed that this time."

"You really are an angel then." Jensen's hand never left Castiel's shoulder, as he attempted to balance himself. The movement had been so swift, he couldn't recall seeing anything. It was almost like being in a darkened wind tunnel.

The angel frowned, again sensing that something wasn't right with the human who had become the closest thing to being a true friend. Shaking off the strange feeling, Castiel looked over the field, until he found a perfect speciman. Going over to the young lamb, he pulled his blade from his coat.

"Cas, whoa! What are you doing there? You're not seriously considering slicing that animal's throat, are you?" Jensen scanned the field, hoping to find trucks and camera equipment, but when he saw only trees, grass and a few sheep in a grassy field, he sighed. "Look, Cas, I have money, credit cards. Can't we just go buy blood somewhere?" Jensen slipped his hand in his back pocket, but it was empty. "Shit, my wallet!"

"What, Dean?" Cas was losing patience, knowing the importance of getting the blood back to Bobby.

"My wallet. Did I lose it flying on Angel Airways?"

Cas harshly grabbed Dean by the arm and dragged him over to the lamb chosen to be sacrificed. "You must hold it very still, Dean."

"Me? Hold it, while you cut its throat? No way, man! Leave me out of this." Jensen backed away, hands in front of him.

"Dean, we do this now. You hold the lamb, or you cut while I hold it."

Looking down at the small animal, Jensen whispered, "I'm sorry," then grabbed the bleating creature. He looked the other way while Cas did his work swiftly. Warm liquid splashed on his hands, but he didn't let go.

Finally, Cas said, "Alright, let's go." Laying a hand on Dean's shoulder, the pair traveled back to Bobby's in a fraction of a second.

On their arrival, Jared ran to his co-star, noticing blood on his hands. "Jensen, what the hell happened to you?"

Filled with disgust, he answered grimly, "Jared, I helped Castiel sacrifice a baby sheep. Dude, it was gross." Going to the kitchen, he washed the blood from his hands, thinking that this was becoming a nasty habit. "I know we play people who do this for a living, but playing it for real is not cool." Drying his hands with a towel, he peered into the living room as Bobby and Cas were talking over a jar of the red liquid he had just procured against his will. Tossing the towel angrily onto the counter, he hissed, "And I lost my wallet."

Jared's hand instantly went to his pants pocket. "Damn, mine's gone too. Must have been when we came through the window." Jared filled a glass with water from the tap and drank deeply, not because he was thirsty, he just needed to be doing something. "So, you actually flew, with an angel. What was that like?"

"I think I prefer a car. But Jared, an angel. He's an honest to goodness messenger of God. We are so fucked up, man."

Jared chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Jensen saw no reason to be amused by any of the recent events.

Jared shook his head, and looked Jensen in the eye. "You're beginning to sound like Dean. Have you even noticed how your voice has changed, the way you talk."

"I am not Dean Winchester, I play him!" Giving Jared a nasty look, he stomped off into the living to check up on Bobby and Cas. "Why do I talk to him," he mumbled. He stopped cold in his tracks, as he entered the room to find Bobby and Castiel bathing a metal shield in the lamb's blood. His stomach lurched, and holding a hand over his mouth, he made a one hundred-eighty degree turn right back to the kitchen. Hanging over the sink, Jensen vomited what little was left of his last meal.

Jared almost went over to offer his help, but he turned away instead. Considering the situation, and as much as he didn't like Jensen, they really needed to stick together. This place was dangerous, unpredicatable, and now, neither of them had any money. Making a decision, he went over to the sink, and grabbing the towel, handed it to Jensen.

Jensen accepted the towel, wiping his face. He looked at Jared, and muttered 'thanks'. When their eyes met, both men knew that things between them would never be the same. Somehow, they would survive this. And just maybe, they'd survive being stuck with each other as well.

Smiling at one another, they left the kitchen, and joined the hunter and angel.

A/N: ok, readers. I hope to inject some humour into this story soon. Remember, Jensen and Jared are not hunters, but they think playing them on TV will make it easy. Boy, are they wrong!

Souless666 asked why I didn't match what the guys were filming in their world. Answer: I had them fall into a mid point between a previous episode and the one that was being filmed, just to get them acclimated (more for the readers than the characters). In fact, Skrill are not SPN creatures, but rather aliens on the old Wonder Woman series. They'll be scarier here though :-) Fear not, jensen and jared will be in the real time/real world on which the episode was based soon enough. In fact, they'll recognize things as they fall into place, and come to see just how real and frightening it is to be in a real life situation of an episode they're filming. They'll gain a respect for something they gave little regard in their world. And I will let them survive, but they won't be quite the same men as went into the show's world.

One thing I didn't understand was the fact that Dean and Sam had Jensen and Jared's wallets chock full of credit cards. Did their clothes go with them? So I inserted that into this chapter just so these well off guys can live life as our boys do, from paycheck to paycheck.

If after time, people grow less interesting in this fic, I will finish it off sooner. Thanks for reading!