Kat dug out her keys and started going though them. She found the one to Jared's house and thanked him once again for giving her one. She stood at the door and shoved the key in and unlocked the door. She turned and looked at Dean and Sam. She still couldn't wrap her head around the fact that they were here.

"Okay, I have to warn you there are three dogs in there that are going to be very happy to see the two of you," she said exhausted and wanting to just go home. She knew however if she did that what had happened on set would just repeat itself tomorrow. Apparently for a couple for guys who lie all the time, Sam and Dean sucked at acting.

"Alright. They aren't going to hump our legs are they?" Dean asked.

"No, they'll leave that to you."

Sam laughed as him and Dean followed Kat into the house. He shut the door and smiled when three dogs came running and pounced on Kat. There were two large ones and a small one. She kneeled on the floor and hugged each one scratching their ears. She then stood up and the two big dogs ran to him. Sam looked down at them.

"That's Sadie and Harley, Jared's dogs. And this little guy is Icarus. He's Jensen and Danneel's dog."

"Danielle?" Dean asked kneeling down and petting the little dog.

"Danneel. Jensen's girlfriend of a year. Who wants beer?"

Kat walked into the kitchen and went straight for the fridge. She grabbed three bottles of beer and turned and sat them on the island. She then walked to the pantry and opened the door. She dug behind all the bottles of vitamins and canned dog food Jared had stacked on the second shelve. She pulled out two tubs of Gummie Bears. She smiled.

"Thank you, Jar," she said walking back into the kitchen and seeing Sam and Dean leaning against the island sipping their beers.

"Sorry about earlier," Sam said.

"Oh no, it's fine. Doing thirty takes of the same scene is completely normal. Really."

"Why do I think you're lying?" Dean asked watching as she pulled off her hoodie and pulled her hair back in a ponytail.

"I don't lie. I can't. It's humanly impossible for me to lie."

"Everyone can lie."

"Maybe in your experience. Anyway, tomorrow we have another shot and it'll be fine. I brought the script and we can go over everything so that tomorrow will be golden. Just... Thank god it's Friday tomorrow. On the weekend we can work on you two.... Being more like Jensen and Jared. Shouldn't be too hard," Kat said trying to convince herself.

"Okay. You'll the one who knows them the most right?" Sam asked.

Dean looked at Kat. He saw her look down. She got this sad look in her eyes. She looked up and put on a smile for them and sipped some of her beer. She nodded her head.

"I know them pretty well. Especially how they are at work so this should work out fine. Now come on, let's get to work."

***

Kat woke up in a bed that she knew wasn't hers. It was too big to be her single bed. She rolled over and smelled the pillow. She sat up straight in bed. It smelled like Jensen. She looked around the room and sighed. She was in his room. She raked her hands though her hair and tried to remember how she ended up here. She remembered running though the scenes with Sam and Dean telling them how Jensen and Jared might do some things or how they would say certain lines. Then nothing. She must have fallen asleep. She climbed out of the bed not looking at the picture of Danneel on the night stand. She was relieved that she was still in her wife beater and jeans from the night before. She glanced at the clock and swore. She wouldn't have time to go home and change before heading to set. She would have to get Sam and Dean and leave right away. She walked to the door and glanced around Jensen's room one last time. She tried to imprint everything in her memory. His clothes tossed in a corner, some still in the laundry basket. His laptop on his desk closed with his iPod charging beside it. She shook her head and opened the door.

She walked down the hall and stopped when she saw the laundry room. She smiled when she saw Jared's grey sweater hanging up. He had worn it out with Sandy to dinner and had freaked when tomato sauce had gotten on it. She had saved it with a secret stain removing recipe from her grandmother. Kat thought about it, which gave her the right to borrow it. Jared wouldn't mind; Jensen and him were use to her stealing their clothes. Hell, Cathy in wardrobe was use to her stealing clothes from set. She walked in the room and grabbed the sweater and pulled it on. It hung low to her knees but she was satisfied. It hid the fact that she was still wearing yesterday's clothes.

She walked up the five stairs that brought her to the main floor. She turned and stopped. Dean stood in the kitchen in just a grey t-shirt and jeans. She could suddenly tell the difference between him and Jensen. Dean was more muscular then Jensen. Oh, Jensen had muscles and his arms... Kat shook her head to clear her mind. She looked at Dean and wondered what it would be like to be held by him. She jumped when Sam touched her shoulder.

"Shit!" she exclaimed.

"Sorry, here's some coffee. I was going to come and wake you up. Dean is... Well, he is going to try and cook," Sam said.

"I can cook, Sammy. Who do you think cooked and made meals when we were growing up?" Dean asked turning to look at them.

"Opening a can of Ravioli doesn't count as cooking, Dean," Sam said sitting at the island.

"Does too. Hey, Kitten. Sleep well?" Dean asked looking at her and frowning a little at the grey sweater. It engulfed her and hung on her body not giving him a glimpse of the rocking body that was hidden underneath.

"Yeah, I'm sorry though. I should have been up helping you two."

"We can handle it. I mean how hard can acting be?"

"Says the guy who yesterday couldn't grasp the concept that one does not look directly at the camera."

Sam laughed and smiled. He ignored the glare Dean set his way. He liked Katerina. There was something about her that seemed so laid back and carefree. However, when he looked in her eyes he could see a hidden pain and even fear. He wondered what that was about. He turned when she looked at him and he smiled.

"So... How.... How much longer does Dean have?" Kat asked softly grateful that Dean had decided to start singing 'Enter Sandman'. She winced. Another difference between Dean and Jensen. Jensen could actually sing.

"Five months. I've been trying and... There's nothing," Sam said.

"I'm sorry. Really, I am."

"I know. But I also know you're worried about this Jensen guy. We'll... We'll find a way to get them back here and us back home."

"Even if Dean is going to die and go... Go to Hell?"

"This Jensen guy doesn't deserve to pay for something Dean did. Dean won't let him. I know my brother."

"So do I. Spending three years reading scripts... It's not the same but I know he wouldn't let that happen."

"Alright, so I can't cook," Dean said turning around and showing them a pancake black and burned to the pan.

Kat laughed and shook her head. She finished her coffee and stood up. She placed her mug and the pan in the sink. She looked at them and smiled.

"Go get dressed. I know this great place we can stop on our way in," she said.

"Alright. What are we going to wear though?" Dean asked.

"Jensen's room is the one you put me in last night and Jared's room is upstairs. I am sure you two can find something to wear in their closets."

"Alright," Sam said.

Kat watched them leave the kitchen. She leaned against the counter and took a deep breath. Today would be fine, nothing would go wrong. And she would start looking into possible things that could do this. On the top of her list were witches and tricksters. Yeah, she was completely sane.