I'd like to note that this will not exactly go the way it did in the episode. The dialogues were made up for the most part too.

Comrades and Brothers

The Winchester Side: Part 1

On the other side…

The Supernatural Set

"Dude, like what the hell?" Dean complained to Sam as they landed on the ground on their asses. They fell. From a fucking window. He looked over to his brother who was already pushing himself up. Dean didn't like his wide eyed, open mouthed gape, not one bit, didn't like that Sam was, for one in his freaking life, speechless. He pushed himself up as well and looked to where his brother was gaping at. "I'll, ah, say it again. Dude. What. The. Hell." Because seriously, what was up with all the gawkers and cameras and stuff pointed at them?

Sam nudge him in the side with a pointy elbow. "Uh, I…uh, uhm, not, uh, not angels? Right? Not angels, right?"

If Dean wasn't too busy in his own panic attack, he'd be worried about Sam's sudden stuttering problem, probably suggest he see a therapist or something. But as it was, Dean wasn't really faring much better, because seriously…

"Uh, yeah, not angels…I think?" It came out a little uncertainly as Dean floundered for words. Just where the hell did that nut Balthazar send them to?

"So…" Sam said slowly, biting his lips as he looked around. "So, no killing? Right?" He looked back to Dean to see what his brother made of their situation. Dean was still busy taking in the faces peering out at them, trying to figure who was the biggest threat, if there even was a threat. Finally seeing none, Dean gave a helpless shrug.

"No killing," he echoed.

The gawkers had long since stopped staring outright at them, Dean noticed some whispering to each other now, tensed up as if expecting some surprise attack. None came. After a few minutes of standing there awkwardly, the man in the chair called loudly, "Moving on!"

And then before either brother knew what was happening, they were being pulled in opposite directions by strange women and Dean couldn't hide his surprise as he was tugged away from Sam, the look mirrored by his brother.

That had all happened hours ago. Dean and Sam found out just a little while after they had landed on a set, a TV series set and it was called Supernatural and Dean was supposedly this guy called Jensen Ackles and Sam was a dude called Jared Padalecki and they weren't brothers in this life, they weren't even friends really, they had been on a no speaking term, which was odd in itself if these two dudes were the main cast playing freaking brothers and the guy running this thing was named freaking Bobby Singer, like their Bobby Singer with the capital 'B' and 'S' and everything. Dean had come to realize by now he hated this world. He hated it with a passion.

He hated this Jensen Ackles guy he was supposed to be, he hated Jared Padalecki, he hated everything. And come on could the dude get even wussier? Playing in a freaking soap opera? It was one thing to never admit you watched and secretly liked soap operas and it was a whole another level completely to act in one. And what kind of name was Jensen anyway? Did the guy's parents just jam together two names and called it a night?

"Okay, so how do you propose we get home?" Sam asked as he plopped down to sit next to his brother in a recliner chair they had on set.

Dean thought about it. "What about using the same spell Balthazar used to send us here?"

"Yeah, okay, that could work. The only problem though is getting the stuff for it," Sam said.

Dean let out a small groan. There was always, always a problem. He was about to toss his brother a snide remark when one of the cast came up behind him. Dean noticed the looming shadow over him and turned to see a grinning Misha on his iphone. Yeah. Okay. Cas with an iphone. It would have been more humorous to Dean had he not started to hate this world. Serious what was with these people? The brothers had barely a moment together without being pulled to this place or that.

"Hey Jensen, hey Jared," Misha greeted, held up his iphone and snapped another picture. "Hope you don't mind. It's for my Twitter followers. I call them my minions."

Dean stared at him for a second, bewildered, then looked over to Sam who was still gawking at the guy like he grew another head or something. When Sam turned to stare back at him, he whispered, "Why is Cas weird in every form? I mean seriously, 'minions'? Dude."

"Yeah I know what you mean," Sam mumbled.

Misha grinned at them and took a picture of Sam. "What was that?"

"Uh, nothing. Nothing, man," Sam said loudly.

"Right. Okay. Awkward. So this is for Youtube. Say hi to your fans, guys."

Dean looked from Misha, to the iphone, then to Sam. He got up, stretched his back a little and grabbed his brother, hauling him up to his feet. "Uh, I just remembered, we, uh, got somewhere we got to be. Right, um, Jared?" He nudged his brother as Misha stared wide eyed back.

"Yeah, uh, yeah somewhere important, man," Sam said.

Dean stomped off the set with his brother close at his heels. Misha just shrugged and turned the iphone around. He said seriously, "And that, ladies and gent, was J2. I have no idea what they were smoking lately."

"Seriously, man, isn't there anywhere we can talk in private?" Dean complained.

Sam shrugged. "Dude, it's a TV show set. There's no such thing as private when you're actors."

"This is stupid. Everything here is stupid. I want to go home, Sammy. I hate this place."

Dean watched his brother sigh and run his hand through his hair. "I know, I know, Dean. And me too. I want to go home as much as you do but we still don't have the ingredients for the spell. We have to get them to make the spell first, and then we can go back."

"What do you think is so important with the key anyhow?"

Sam pulled the key out of jeans, stared at it for a moment, then shrugged. "I dunno. Open a door obviously?" he half joked.

Dean snorted as Sam pocketed it again. He shoved his hands into his jeans. "Okay, so what do we need?"

"Uh, right, I think I remember. Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"To a computer," Sam replied. "Come on."

A few minutes later found the brothers seated in one of the many Impalas on set. Dean was not pleased, but it was a car at least. The faster they got out of here, the faster they could grab the ingredients and make the spell, and the faster they would be home sweet home. Thank fucking god for the internet.

"Why couldn't they be on the damn set?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "It's a set, Dean. Why would a set have real 'bones of a lesser saint'?"

Dean shrugged and wiped the dirt from the windshield. Stupid people and their dirt, messing with the Impala like that. Granted it wasn't the real deal, but it was still an Impala, and all Impalas deserved to be treated with respect, not with this crap all over it. Just as they reached the end of the parking lot, some kid ran up to them, smacking for all his worth on the window. With an annoyed sigh and a glance to Sam, Dean stopped the car and rolled down the window.

"Dude, what?"

The kid motioned them out of the car. Dean huffed and got out, Sam not too far behind. "Dude, what?" he repeated in a more annoyed voice, used his height to tower over the kid.

The kid just smiled and looked at the car, patted it, and said, "Oh thank god that you stopped, man. I would've been in so much trouble if you just took the prop."

Dean leaned into the kid's personal bubble, irked by the thought of the Impala being called a prop, because come on, it was the Impala. "Oh yeah, dude?"

The kid backed up a step, suddenly nervous by his close proximity. "Yeah, dude. Props aren't supposed to leave the set."

Dean leaned back. "How the hell are we supposed to get out of here then?"

Seriously. This place was just messed up, backwards, upside down, whatever you wanted to call it. Dean liked movies, sure, he liked movie sets. He also liked the idea of being an actor in another life, doing something normal. This place seemed pretty safe so far, annoying, but definitely safer. Sam seemed to think the same too. But man, when he imagined not hunting, doing something relatively safe, it somehow did not go like this. Dean was sure he was a people person. He spent a lot time around people during his hunting days. Saving people, hunting things, that wasn't just something he said to annoy Sam. Those words held meaning, was the truth and in order to save people from the things that went bump in the night, well, you couldn't exactly do that without being around them.

But they also didn't constantly bother you when you wanted to spend some alone time, or when you wanted to talk to your brother in private. Seriously, how people managed it in Hollywood, Dean would never know. He didn't want to know. And now he wanted to get the hell out of here, pronto.

"Want me to drop you off, Jensen?" Cliff asked from the front.

Dean snapped out of his thoughts and shot a sideways glance to his brother. There was no way he was separating from the kid, not in this messed up upside down world, no way, nu uh. "Uh, well, can't I just, you know, go with uh," Dean hesitated, forgot the name of not-Sam. Cliff stared at him through the rearview mirror.

Sam hissed to him, "Jared. Jared Padalecki."

And Dean found himself nodding. "I'll, uh, stick with Jared."

Cliff mulled over his words for a moment before shrugging. "Yeah. Okay. Suit yourself." His expression turned strange.

"What?" Dean demanded.

Cliff shrugged again as he turned the car. "Just, you know, glad you two aren't at each other's throats for once. Seems almost like you're friends or something. It's nice, a nice change, that's all."

Sam gulped audibly beside him and Dean clenched his hands into fists. They shot each other wary looks, hoping they didn't mess up too badly with their "newfound" attitudes. When they reached Sam's, not-Sam's, whoever's house, Dean couldn't help but gawk. The dude didn't own a house with white picket fence in some regular Joe neighborhood, nah man, he owned a mansion, the biggest freaking mansion Dean ever saw. He looked back at his brother and raised his eyebrows, couldn't hide how impressed he was for Sam, well his counterpart, to land this, like holy shit, the place came with a gate and security cameras and locks and you name it.

Dean gave a low whistle as he got out and stood in the driveway, taking in the number of cars parked up there, just waiting for Sam. Eagerly he waited for his brother to get out of the car and see all this too, feel the same level of giddiness Dean was feeling and he wondered, vaguely, what this Jensen Ackles person's house looked like, if he had the same expensive taste, if he had something even bigger, with more garages and cars and locks and cameras, he wondered about it until he heard his brother open the car door and step out and closed the door with a loud clank and then he looked over his shoulder and took in Sam's own expression of awe and longing and a tad hint of envy all mixed in a sea of hazel.

"Dude," he whispered, "you're the fucking shit in this place."

And as soon as he said that, as soon as Sam snapped out of his own reverie and turned to stare at his brother with eyes wide and eyebrows raised past his bangs, Dean knew he said something weird, snapped his mouth closed, pursed his lips, squinted back with a look that said did I really just say that?

Sam just cackled and slapped him on the shoulder, said, "Yeah, man. I totally am." Then he moved away and was opening the door, pushing past it as he made his way into the house, leaving Dean hanging back, confused, slightly disturbed and just wishing they were already back home with Cas and dick angels and even that stupid Crowley guy.