(A/N)-Hello lovely people! This is the episode I've been dying to write since the day it aired. Ladies and gentleman (probably mostly ladies), it's time to make the one, the only, the incredible…the French Mistake! The French Mistake is my second-favorite episode of the 6th season- my favorite is The Man Who Would Be King-so let's get right to it! The reviews have been kind of slow lately, so if any of you silent readers are out there-I know you're out there!-tell me what you're thinking. I accept anonymous reviews, so let's hear them! The people who do review: y'all are great, really and truly. Reading your comments, suggestions, and thoughts only make me more excited to write this story. I own nothing except Lydia-or, in this chapter, Lara Chancellor- and I'm not trying to write about any real people like Jared, Jensen, Bob Singer, Kripke, etc.

November 25th, 2011, was just another day in paradise for Lara Chancellor. She woke up at ten in the morning next to her boyfriend, Matthew, in her king-sized bed. The sun was shining, and it was a beautiful, warm day. Matthew didn't have any gigs to go to that night, and Lara didn't have to go into work today. Everything was perfect. Until…

"What?" Lara answered her phone.

It was Bob Singer, one of the producers for the TV show she worked for, Supernatural. "Lara?"

"I just asked you, what?" Lara snapped.

Bob sighed. "Listen, I know I told you that you had the rest of the week off…but we're going to need to have you come up to Vancouver for the next few days."

Lara rolled her eyes, losing patience as she took a sip of her drink. She had planned to spend the day relaxing with Matthew, but obviously that wasn't going to happen. "Seriously? Please tell me this is a joke."

"I'm sorry," Bob apologized, not wanting to make her any angrier. "Ben changed his mind at the last minute and wrote in your character. You're only in a few scenes, so you'll probably only be here until Monday. Please?"

"Whatever," Lara hissed. "Have Clif drive me in. I gave my driver the weekend off. Wait!" She lowered her voice so Matthew couldn't hear her. "Is he driving Jared and Jensen too?" She didn't particularly like either actor, but at least they were good-looking.

"Nope. They're already up here filming. But he's going to have to pick up Misha…Hello?"

Aggravated, Lara hung up the phone and threw it down on the table. "Shit!"

"What?" Matthew looked over at her, looking bored.

"They called me to go to Vancouver today!" Lara said angrily. "I mean, it's the day after Thanksgiving! What the hell is that?" Matthew shrugged, turning his iPod volume up to drown out the sound of her complaining. "I don't even have the freaking script! And you wanna know what's worse? I have to ride up there with Misha!" Lara rolled her eyes and groaned. "I seriously can't stand him! He's so fucking weird! I mean, have you ever looked at his Twitter? He's…" She slapped Matthew's chest. "Are you listening to me!"

Matthew groaned from the pain, then nodded. "Yeah, I'm listening."

"Good." Lara folded her arms and pouted, then looked at her phone when it began to vibrate. "It's Bob. He says he's faxing me the script right now and that Clif will be here in an hour." Lara got off her chair and kissed Matthew's cheek before walking in the house. "I'm going to get ready."

"Okay." Matthew waited until she disappeared inside the house, then put his earbuds back in. He was actually thrilled that she was going to be gone. Lara was hot, sure, but good Lord could she be annoying.

An hour later, Lara reappeared, her hair, makeup, and outfit perfect as usual. She was drinking a coffee and was flipping through her script. "Alright, Clif's in the driveway. I'm leaving now." She kissed Matthew again. "I'll see you on Sunday."

Matthew didn't raise his head to acknowledge Lara leaving; he just continued to play Fruit Ninja on his iPod. Lara walked to the front of the driveway and got into the big black vehicle.

"Hi there, Lara." Clif said kindly.

"Hi." Lara settled in the back seat and started texting her friend Amanda, not even bothering to carry on a conversation with the driver.

They drove in silence for another twenty minutes before arriving at Misha's house. Lara had only been inside it once, and it was weird as all hell. Misha had designed the house and made all of the furniture himself or something like that. Vicki and West, Misha's wife and son, were nice enough. Lara didn't mind them. She just couldn't stand Misha. He was just so eccentric and weird-so different from his character Castiel-that Lara couldn't handle it. Not even his good looks could save him. And he had said something about breaking a world record or something the other day. Playing his love interest was the most awkward acting gig Lara had ever had in her entire life. And the fans! The fans of Supernatural were the strangest, most vicious, craziest fandom Lara had ever encountered, based on the stuff she read online and the fan mail (more like hate mail) she received. The Cas and Dean shippers hadn't taken too kindly to her entrance on the show during its fifth season, and she got hate for it constantly. The rest of the fans seemed to like her, but you could never be too sure. She had been invited to a bunch of different conventions for the show, but after going to her first Comic-Con, she swore she would never attend a convention again. Why bother answering questions from creepy, obsessive fans in Tennessee or Brazil when she could be home relaxing in sunny LA?

"Hola!" Misha smiled and waved at Clif. Clif smiled and waved back, and Misha settled in the backseat. He seem surprised to find Lara sitting next to him. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm going to work?" Lara asked, some nastiness thrown in for good measure.

Misha looked at her strangely. "You don't work this week."

"Yeah, that's what I thought too." Lara looked at the window. "Look at the tenth page of the script."

Misha flipped through the script, then nodded when he saw lines for Lydia. "Oh, Ben wrote you in again?"

"Yup." Lara nodded awkwardly. Finally, after a long stretch of silence, Misha cleared his throat and asked, "So are you going to New Jersey Con this weekend?"

"The Supernatural Convention," Misha explained slowly. "It's this weekend. Are you going or not?"

"No!" Lara nearly burst out laughing. "I hate those things, you know that. I'm not even on the schedule. Don't be stupid."

Misha looked wounded at her harsh words. "I was just asking..."

"Well, don't." Lara snapped.

"Fine, then I won't!" Misha muttered angrily, pulling out his cell phone.

Lara watched him, then said, "Why do you Tweet so much?"

"I dunno." Misha shrugged. "I like it. The fans like it." Misha gave her one of his stupid half-smiles. "You should try getting one."

"No thanks." Lara said condescendingly. Misha tried talking to her again, but she just put her hand up and asked, "Can we just not talk right now? I'm trying to listen to my music, and you're distracting me."

Misha nodded bitterly as Lara put her earbuds in and said, "Sure." He opened Twitter and tweeted, "Y'know, guys, I'm not even sure why I bother sometimes."

The two-hour drive to Vancouver was painfully awkward. But somehow, sure enough, they made it and finally reached the Supernatural set. Misha and Lara got out of Clif's van and looked for Bob Singer.

They found him. As soon as he saw them, Bob yelled, "Hey! There's my favorite couple!" He put an arm around each of them and said, "So did you guys look over your scripts on the way over here?"

"Look over and read silently, yes," Misha replied sarcastically. "Rehearse them together, no, because Little Miss Hollywood didn't want to be distracted."

"Oh, forgive me for wanting to relax, Misha!" Lara snarled. "I read over my script ten times!"

"You read it over once!"

Lara ignored that comment. "Well, I never heard you ask me if I wanted to rehearse the script! If you had asked me, I would've!"

"I did try asking you!" Misha yelled back. "But you told me to stop talking and started listening to your iPod!"

"Guys, guys!" Bob Singer put his hands out pushed both actors away from each other. "Now, I know you guys don't get along. You two fight more than Jared and Jensen did before they stopped talking completely, and believe me, that's saying something!" He took a deep breath before continuing, "But on this set, you are not Lara and Misha; you are Lydia and Castiel, so as far as I'm concerned, when you're on set, you suck it up and act like friends, you got it?" Misha and Lara merely glared at each other, but Bob Singer took it as a good sign. He would rather have them silent than fighting; wasn't he the one that suggested that Jensen and Jared stopped talking altogether after they fought nonstop through the entire first season? "Speaking of Jared and Jensen, I'm going to shoot a scene with them right now. It'll probably take an hour or two, so I want you both to go rehearse together, alright?" Bob clapped them both on the shoulder and walked away.

XXX

"You're not saying it right!" Lara protested for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

"I'm saying it fine!" Misha rolled his eyes. "If Bob wants me to say it differently, he'll tell me. Until then, I'm saying it how I want to, so can we please move on?"

Lara huffed, exasperated, and looked down at her script. With as little enthusiasm as possible, she read, "Cas, I told you, I don't need to go to this alternate dimension with Sam and Dean."

"I'm done." Misha threw his hands into the air, completely frustrated. "You're impossible to work with."

"Fine!" Lara snapped. She took a second to get into character, then said, "Cas, I told you, I don't need to go to this alternate dimension with Sam and Dean! I'm fine! I want to stay and fight Raphael with you!"

"Lydia, no," Misha immediately slipped into his Cas growl. "I told you already, it's too dangerous! You need to stay with Sam and Dean. They can protect you, and when I've taken care of Virgil, I'll come get you, I promise."

Lara cringed a bit before yelling. "I don't care! I'm staying with you!"

Misha rubbed his eyes in exhaustion before reading, "Lydia, it's only temporary."

"You don't understand!" Lara grabbed Misha's hand. After all this time, acting like lovers was second nature for them. "I love you, Castiel. We're in this together."

Misha rolled his eyes at the unbelievably cheesy lines. "I know. But I care about you too much. I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt…"

"And that's where Sam and Dean come in." Lara and Misha broke apart immediately. Lara said, "Alright, that was good. You wanna run it again?"

"Cas? Lydia?" Lara and Misha looked to see Jared and Jensen running towards them. "What is all of this?" Jensen asked the two of them. "What did Balthazar do to us?"

Misha and Lara both looked down at their scripts. Jensen was rehearsing his lines, too. They both looked up at each other and shrugged. More time to run through the scene wouldn't hurt, so they just decided to go with it.

"He's cast you into an alternate universe," Misha said that perfectly from memory, pocketing his script. Lara did the same. "It's to keep you safe, to keep you out of Virgil's reach." He held out his hand. "Do you have the key?"

"Yeah." Jared handed Misha a real key, much to Misha's surprise. Misha just shrugged. Actors. What're you gonna do?

"This key unlocks a room," Misha said after a split second of trying to remember his line. "The room holds every weapon Balthazar stole from Heaven."

"That's great," Jared suddenly broke character. "So what's the deal with all this TV crap?"

Lara raised an eyebrow at him. "What are you talking about?"

Jensen nodded. "Amen, Padaleski."

"Padalecki."

Misha pulled his script out of his pocket. "Man, did they print out new pages?"

"Is this some kind of cosmic joke?" asked Jared.

At first, Lara thought they were being stupid and kidding around, but both Jared and Jensen looked completely serious. "Are you guys alright?"

Misha nodded in agreement. "Yeah. You guys wanna run lines, or…?"

Jensen grabbed the script and started reading it. "Wait, these are just lines of a script…" He looked up at the two of them with a puzzled look on his face. "Your name is Misha? And you're Lara? First Jensen, now Misha? Jesus Christ! What's up with the names around here?"

"You guys! You really punked me!" Misha laughed as Jared and Jensen started walking in the directions of their trailers. "I'm totally gonna tweet this one!" He pulled out his cell phone. "Hola, mishamigos. J-squared…got me good. Really…starting to feel…like one of the guys."

Lara, ignoring Misha, watched "J-squared" walk away. "Misha, I think they're actually talking."

"Nah," Misha shook his head as he continued to tweet. "They're probably just getting into character."

XXX

Lara and Misha filmed their scenes, then wrapped for the day. Lara had a hotel room that she usually stayed in when she filmed in Vancouver, so she spent the night there. The next morning, she went back to set and prepared to film another scene with Jared, Jensen, and Misha. But the most surprising thing of all was the fact that Jensen and Jared were actually early. They were sitting in their chairs, Misha behind them, and Jared was holding a box that said "priority."

"Oh, 'priority'. What's in it?" Misha asked when he saw the box.

Jared looked at him cagily and answered, "I bought part of a dead person."

"Oh." Misha nodded. "Cool."

Lara slapped his arm and hissed, "Misha!" She lowered her voice and said, "I think he's serious! How is that cool?"

Misha only waved his hand at her. "No, he's just kidding. I've worked with these guys for over two years. They wouldn't really..."

"Bad news," Jensen raced over to Jared. "We're gonna have to do a little acting."

"What!" Jared looked panicked.

XXX

"'Supernatural', scene 36, take 1. Marker!" The crewmember disappeared behind the camera as the scene started.

Misha, as Castiel, began his line. "Balthazar is no hero. But he knows Raphael will never take him back." He slowly turned around to face Lara, Jared, and Jensen. Lara was prepped and ready to go, but Jensen and Jared seemed completely off their game. Jared seemed terrified, and Jensen was staring intensely at the camera. They were so focused on...well, Lara didn't actually know what they were focusing on, but whatever it was, it made them both missed their lines completely.

"Cut!" Bob Singer yelled.

Seven takes later, and things were only going from bad to worse. Misha turned around and said his line again; Jared was arranging his arms like he didn't know what to do with them, and Jensen was staring down at his script. "Dean, grimly," he read, to everyone else's horror. "And yet, somehow you got no problem with it."

"Cut!" Bob yelled again.

Lara went over to Bob and hissed, "What the hell are they doing?" Bob shrugged, clearly at a loss. He didn't know what they were doing either.

Everything was set up for the next take, and Jared started his line. "That's because…that's because we have no other choice."

"Don't look at the camera." Jensen advised.

"What?"

"Look anywhere but the camera."

Looking anywhere but the camera, Jared decided to look at the ceiling. "That's because we have no other choice!"

Lara finally lost her patience. "What the hell are you guys doing!" Both Jared and Jensen shrugged, and she stomped off the set. "I can't work like this!"

After a good ten minutes, Lara was coaxed back on the set, but she was considering leaving again after the next take. Jared raised his arm stiffly and said, "If there's a key, then…" He raised his other arm. "There must also be a lock."

"Action!"

Jared took a deep breath and tried again. "If there's a key…then there has to be a lock. And when we find the lock, we can get the weapons, and then we can have the weapons." Misha, Lara, Bob, and just about everyone who wasn't Jensen-he was too busy staring at Misha-was looking at Jared like he had lost his mind. "And the lock. We'll still have the lock, I imagine, because we've opened it, and, of course, the initial key."

"We need to get all three of that crap!" Jensen growled in an unusually deep voice.

"What?" asked Jared.

Jensen, pointing to Misha, said, "That's how he talks."

"Oh."

Jensen suddenly broke character-what little character he had-and looked directly at Bob. "Do we really need all these lines? I mean, I-I-I think we've covered it. Right?"

"Cut!" yelled Bob once more. He looked like he was on the verge of a panic attack. "What is happening? What's happening? What's happening!"

Lara went and sat in her chair-her chair was bigger than anybody else's and was far away from Jared's, Jensen's, or Misha's. She started texting away. Only 24 hours left until she got to go home.

XXX

Well, that's not exactly what happened. After Jensen and Jared had finally gone crazy and beat up and extra, Bob suggested that Misha and Lara. Clif was busy that night, so Misha was Lara's ride to the hotel. As usual, Misha had tried to make small talk with her, but Lara simply turned up her nose and said, "Just drive."

"Okay, whatever…" Lara climbed into the passenger seat and Misha, sitting on the driver's side, took out his phone and tweeted out loud, "Ever get that feeling…someone's in the back seat? Frowny face…" Lara groaned, impatient, but then saw the backseat in the rear-view mirror and her eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat.

"Misha!" She barely had time to scream the name before the extra that Jared and Jensen had beat up early popped out of the backseat and held a knife to Misha's throat. Misha screamed-like a wuss, Lara noticed-and Lara tried to open the car door to escape. She'd try to find help, but she would rather Misha get stabbed than her.

"Where do you think you're going?" The extra smiled sadistically and held out a gun, pointing it directly at Lara.

Lara stared at the gun for a few seconds before quietly asking, "Are you seducible?" The man shook his head, and Lara sighed. "Dammit."

The man leaned closer and hissed in Misha's ear, "Drive."

Lara had no idea how they had been driving, but after a while, the extra-gone-berserk forced Misha out of the car, the knife still pressed to Misha's throat and the gun still pointing at Lara. "Get out of the car!" he growled.

Once the man was completely out of the car, Lara inconspicuously opened the door handle, crouched out of the car, and ducked on the ground. She had heard once that if you're running away from somebody with a handgun, they only have a one in ten chance of hitting you if you're more than twenty feet away from them. The car between them, Lara and Virgil had plenty of distance between them. Lara tore off her heels and ran like hell. She didn't know exactly where she was going, but she knew she had to get the hell away from there. Misha was probably a dead man by now, and that really sucked for him, but better him than her.

Virgil, watching the girl sprint away, only curled his lips into a smile. His orders from Raphael were simple: kill Castiel. Or this universe's weak, weeping, pathetic version of Castiel, anyway. With Castiel dead, Lydia Carmichael would be just another hunter. If it was possible to kill her, Raphael had said, Virgil should kill her. If he didn't have the opportunity, it wasn't worth worrying about. She wasn't too important in the grand scheme of things, anyway. Virgil pulled the crying Misha into the alley, the knife just as ready to kill as he was…

XXX

Lara finally reached a gas station far enough away from Virgil, and she burst through the door, screaming hysterically about a crazy extra. The police went to go investigate the place where Lara had escaped, and sure enough, they found Misha's dead body. He had been stabbed by Virgil literally only seconds after Lara ran away. She felt bad about it, sure, but she was mostly just glad to be alive. The fact that she looked tragically beautiful as she "cried" over Misha's death and talked to the police also lifted her mood. There was never a time she could afford to look bad, not even know.

After a while, Jared and Jensen showed up. Lara, carefully looking at the spectators out of the corner of her eye, threw herself into Jensen's arms "Jensen! Jensen, Misha's dead! Oh my God, he's dead!"

Jensen tore her away from her chest and held her at arm's length. "Did you see what happened?"

"No." Lara sniffled dramatic as she shook his head. "I ran to go get help…"

"You just left him!" Jensen pushed her off of him completely. "What's with the people around here! You think it's okay to just leave somebody to be sliced by a killer angel? You guys are supposed to be in love! Together! You, Lydia, the other you…she wouldn't just leave him!"

Lara dropped the devastated act, her eyebrow raised in major confusion. "What the hell are you talking about? Lydia's my character! Misha was some weird-ass Twitter addict, and I was definitely not in love with him." Then, as an afterthought, she continued, "And what do you mean a killer angel!"

Jensen pushed passed her, angry as hell. "Fucking Hollywood divas. You're all the same. Sam, let's go find somebody who did witness this."

"Sam!" Lara screeched. "Are you guys trying to be in character right now? It's seriously not a good time for that', y'know!"

Jensen, who was walking away with Jared, turned around only to say, "Bitch, would you just shut up!" Lara stared at him, her mouth wide opened indignantly, and watched them go over to some homeless man. Upset, she stomped away and booked the next flight home to L.A. The next day, she called and quit "Supernatural" for good, happy away to be from that madhouse…

XXX

In another universe, Lydia Carmichael was busy stabbing some of Raphael's angels with an angel-killing blade. She had gone underground with Castiel a few days earlier, trying to find some of Heaven's weapons. He had demanded, begged, and threatened her to go to alternate universe with Sam and Dean, but she refused absolutely.

"I cannot believe you refused to go with Sam and Dean." Cas growled as he killed another one of his brothers. He and Lydia had been looking for the weapons when they were attacked by Raphael's followers. It was exactly what Cas had hoped to avoid, but Lydia merely grabbed the blade and started fighting back fiercely. Cas still wished she would've gone into the parallel world, but at the same time, he couldn't help but admire her fighting for him. It was more than Sam or Dean had done for him lately, and Bobby had trained her well.

Lydia shrugged as she stabbed another angel and pulled out the blade. "Well, that sucks for you. I'm here. Deal with it."

Cas raised his eyes towards Heaven, frustrated. "I could have sent you anytime I wanted to. You wouldn't have a choice."

"Yeah, but you didn't."

"I'm starting to wonder why." Cas muttered.

"Cause you love me." Lydia smirked as the last angel fell. She and Castiel looked around at the four dead angels on the ground. They were inexperienced fighters and were over taken by the two of them easily. Lydia looked back up at Cas. "Now what?"

Cas wasn't paying attention. He seemed to be focusing on something that wasn't there. "I sense Raphael's presence. We have to go now." He reached out his hand, and Lydia slipped hers in his, still blushing every time she held his hand, even after all this time.

They landed outside a cheap motel with shattered glass scattered everywhere. Dean and Sam were doubled over in pain, and Raphael-who, for some reason, was in a female vessel-and Balthazar stood over them, clearly in an argument.

"You've made your last mistake." Raphael hissed.

"Step away from him, Raphael." Raphael turned, seeing Cas and Lydia for the first time. His-her-eyes narrowed, but Cas only stepped forward, letting go of Lydia's hand. "I have the weapons. Their power is with me."

Raphael had a light smirk etched on her-his-face. "Castiel. You brought your little pet."

Lydia glared at the archangel as Cas continued, "Unless you want to die tonight, stand down."

In response, Raphael disappeared and both Dean and Sam stood up, no longer in the crippling pain Raphael had them in. Balthazar saluted Cas jokingly and said, "Now that you have your sword, Cas, try not to die by it." He smiled at Lydia and nodded at her before disappearing too.

Castiel walked over to the brothers and touched their foreheads, and in the blink of an eye (literally), they were back at Bobby's house with the angel and Lydia.

"Cas, what the hell?" Sam looked around Bobby's house. "Were you…were you in on using us as a diversion?"

"It was Balthazar's idea," Cas sighed. "But I would have done the same thing." Before the brothers could get a word in, he exclaimed, "Don't you understand? If I lose against Raphael, we all lose everything we fought for."

"Yeah, Cas," Dean didn't look comforted. "We know. But you're not telling us much else."

Cas shook his head. "I'll explain when I can." He then went over to Lydia and dropped his voice so the brothers couldn't hear him. "I'll be back soon, I promise." She nodded, but Cas still noticed the worried look she gave him. He kissed her lightly, then disappeared completely.

"What did he tell you?" asked Dean.

Shrugging, Lydia told him, "Mushy-gushy couple stuff that you probably don't want to hear."

"Fair enough," Dean sighed. "Friggin' angels. How come you didn't go to bizarro world with us?"

"Cas wanted me to," Lydia confessed. "But I told him that I wouldn't go and that I would try to find the weapons in this universe." She bit her lip before asking, "So what was it like?"

"What? The other world?" Sam asked. She nodded, and he laughed. "It was ridiculous. We were actors on a TV show called Supernatural, and it was our lives on TV."

Lydia burst out laughing. "Wait, for real?" Sam and Dean both nodded, and she kept on laughing. "Oh my God, that's great! What was I like?"

Dean snorted. "Her name was Lara something or another. Total bitch."

"Really?" Lydia couldn't believe it.

"Oh yeah," Dean nodded. "Biggest diva you ever saw in your life."

Lydia shook her head smiling. "That's crazy."

"You wanna know crazy?" Sam looked over at Dean, grinning. "Bob Singer."

"Oh, don't even go there!" Dean protested. "That guy was a total douche bag. He was nothing like our Bobby."

"Bobby was there?"

"No, not really." Sam paused, trying to think of how to explain it. "One of the directors was named Bob Singer, and the character Bobby Singer was named after him."

Lydia's mouth opened. "What kind of douche bag names a character after himself?"

"That's what I said!" Dean nodded.

"It sounds crazy." Lydia shook her head in disbelief again. "What was Cas like?"

"Well, first of all…" Dean explained. "His name was Misha, and the dude was a total Twitter-addict, whatever that is…"