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No One's POV
Our Universe
Present Day
Misha Collins was waiting for a delayed flight to England in one of the waiting areas that the airport provided. Thankfully, while he had been waiting he had been messaging his friends from the Supernatural cast and crew as well as his family. He was trying to keep his mind off the invitable meeting of the girls' parents. Bobby had finally tracked down where Marthe had lived and where her body would be, Belgium, and was in the process of booking Misha a flight from England to Belgium after he had told Siobhan and Rachel's parents the news. Misha sighed as he ran his hands through his hair.
They didn't know if the girls were dead or in a comma. They couldn't assume anything. Misha was trying to think of what he was going to say to the parents when his phone notified him that someone was ringing him. After taking a look at the ID he answered,
"Richard. Good to hear from you, bud."
Richard chuckled, "You only saw me a few hours ago, man."
"Why are you calling me up then? Missing me already?"
"You wish. Anyway, you figured out what you're saying to the parents?"
"I was wishing that you were going to forget about that." Misha sighed.
"No can do. This is important for all of us. I know you don't want to be apart of this but you drew the short straw. Hopefully the parents will be more open-minded than we think."
"I hope so. Thankfully, I bought some evidence with me if it comes to it. They may not believe my word on it but they can't deny it when they see their daughters on the DVD."
"Well, at least you've got something to fall back on. How long till your flight?" Richard asked.
Misha looked up to the timetable, "Looks like another 30 minutes. I think I'm just going to stretch my legs and see if that eases my mind a little."
"Alright, man. Hope everything goes well for you. Make sure you keep one of us updated, yeah?"
"Yes, Father." Misha joked.
"Whatever. See you soon." Richard said, and then hung up.
Misha sighed again and then got up from his seat to explore his surroundings.
It had been more than 30 minutes for the plane to arrive; it had taken an hour. Throughout the flight, which lasted 10 hours, Misha decided to sleep so that he would have enough energy to deal with the girls' parents. The plane ride was comfortable enough but when they had finally landed in England Misha still felt jet-lagged and felt as if he hadn't slept a wink.
"Mr Collins?" A man asked, once Misha had got through security and was at the section where the taxis picked arrivals up.
"That would be me, yes." Misha answered, walking towards the man.
The man nodded to him in greeting and then helped him put his stuff in the back of the taxi. While they were driving Misha looked out of the window at where he was. He was somewhere in the North of the country. He had never been in this part of England before so he couldn't remember any of the names of the cities or towns.
"Where do you come from, then? You have an accent about you." The taxi driver commented.
"America." Misha answered shortly, too tired to explain his answer.
"Thought so. I can usually pin-point accents, you know? Anyway, you here for anything important?"
"I have some bad news for some families, unfortuantely."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." The taxi driver said, and then decided it was an appropriate time to stop the conversation.
It was already evening in the UK and Misha knew he was being taken to his hotel for the night. He didn't complain about this; he could deal with his task in the morning.
The next morning Misha felt refreshed and energised. However, this didn't stop him from feeling nervous of dealing with the families that day. He took his time getting ready and eating breakfast and replying to messages from his friends updating them on his situation. After everything was done and he didn't have much choice in the matter Misha finally decided to go down and get a taxi to the hospital.
Bobby had texted him to tell him that the parents would be there when he arrived. He got into the back of the taxi and thought about what he was going to tell them. He had been contemplating this since he was told that he had the job of telling the parents. He knew how he was going to introduce himself and why he was there but the how he was going to present them with the evidence was the challenging part. Hopefully, he wouldn't get to that part and the parents would believe him. However, he doubted that fully.
The taxi ride didn't take too long and in 15 minutes they were outside the hispital that the girls were staying in. Misha didn't take in any of his surroundings as he was being escorted towards the ward that the girls were staying in. Everything seemed to be a blur to him.
The nerves started to increase as he was told which room the girls and the parents were in and when he neared it. He could see two beds next to each other and the girls, which was bizarre to see them in real life, who were laying next to each other. Their looks were exactly the same as in the show, Misha noted to try and distract himself from the parents who were now staring at him since he had walked into the room.
"Erm, can we help you?" The only man in the room, apart from Misha, asked.
Misha looked onto the parents and saw that there was a married couple and a mother and old woman, who was probably one of the girls grandmothers.
"Yes, actually. I'm Misha Collins. I would assume you are the guardians of the girls?" He asked, choosing his words carefully.
"Yes, that would be correct." The woman next to the man answered.
Misha nodded, "Good. I need to tell you something very important about them. I know you'll most likely not believe me but at least try."
All of the guardians nodded and Misha continued, "I'm from the show Supernatural. I play Castiel-"
"Oh, that show! Rachel goes on about that show. I mean, went on." The woman beside the man sniffed, correcting herself.
Misha gave her a solemn look, "I'm glad to know she was enthusiastic about that show but I'm saddened to hear of her and Siobhan's accident."
"Not to be rude, but it is a bit strange that you're here just to see how Rachel is doing. Not many actors do that." One of the guardians, that was sitting beside the old woman, commented.
Misha nodded, "That is true. As I was saying, try to believe some of what I say. I don't expect you to believe all of it. It took a while for me and the guys to believe it."
Misha stopped for a second to gather his thoughts and carried on, "We believe we know where you're daughters are. I know they are here with you now but this is just their shells. They're not really here."
"What do you mean 'they're not really here'? Do you mean they're dead?" The man asked, looking at Misha intently.
"No, no. Far from it. Look, I think I'm going to have to show you what I mean. It's going to be the easiest way of explaining. You're going to have a shock though." Misha explained, while reaching into his bag for his laptop and Season 4 of Supernatural.
"Why are you showing us this show? How does this have anything to do with the girls?" The elderly woman asked.
"If you'll all just be patient for a minute then your questions may be answered." Misha told them, setting up the laptop and picking some episodes that the girls were in.
The guardians didn't say anymore and focused their attention on the show and watched as their girls discovered the new world that they were in,
"Don't worry. She was one of my favourite's in the show." Rachel, in the show, commented.
"Really? Was I?" Crowley asked her, looking at her with interest.
"You were my favourite." Rachel answered, a blush spreading on her cheeks.
"Is this some kind of a sick joke?"
It was the man who had asked and who was staring at Misha with disgust.
"No! No! Trust me. I'll give you other examples if you need them." Misha said, holding up the DVDs that he had.
All of the adults nodded and Misha chose another episode that Siobhan was in.
"What? What is it?" Sam asked.
"More like they. Remember Henrikson?" Siobhan asked him.
"Yeah, of course. The attack was only a few hours ago." Sam answered.
"Well, you're up against that. Vengeful spirits." Siobhan told him.
"Siobhan?" One of the women asked, most likely her Mother.
Misha looked at her with an expression that he hoped expressed his sympathy towards her. He hoped that he wouldn't be questioned any further about the evidence that he had on him. There was silence and then Misha asked,
"Does anyone have any questions?"
Misha received some blank looks as if he was stupid; he probably had been stupid enough to ask that question. There was silence for a long time before the elderly lady spoke up,
"How did they get there? Have they become actresses?"
Misha couldn't help but chuckle before he continued, "We wish it was just that simple. They seemed to have jumped worlds. Even though they are here beside me their consciousness' must have switched into the show's universe. Don't ask me the science of this; I'm only an actor not a scientist."
"How can you tell us this and expect that we'd take it well?" One of the ladies asked Misha.
Misha sighed, "Look, I'll give you the contact information of Bobby Singer who is my boss so he'll be able to talk to you more about it."
The man nodded, "I've got some serious questions to ask your boss. If I've found out that you've been lying I'll make sure sure you'll be sued!"
Misha nodded, "I totally understand you're reasoning. I want to assure you that I'm not lying about your girls. The crew and I are just as concerned as you are about the girls."
"I'm sure you are even if you've never met them." The woman beside the man said, sarcastically.
"Even if I haven't met them I can tell what they could be like through the show. I wish them good luck in their new world and hope they find happiness and maybe even a way back home. Believe me, we all care about our girls." Misha said, using 'our girls' for the first time since the girls had been introduced into the show.
"I'm not happy about this but I'm willing to believe you. You have enough evidence to prove that you're right. We'll take the contact number from you and phone up this Bobby Singer." The elderly lady told Misha.
"Thank you. I hope I haven't caused any extra stress." Misha said, facing the elderly lady.
"So, are you going to just be leaving us with this amount of information or what?" The woman sitting next to the elderly lady asked.
"It's all I can do, I'm afraid. As I said Bobby Singer will try and answer your questions. I'm so sorry." Misha apologised.
The man looked at Misha with a steely glare, "I guess you get out of this room before you make even more of a fool of yourself."
Misha nodded and then quickly left the room. Well, that could have gone worse. A noise went off and Misha heard his ringtone. he dug out his phone and answered it,
"Hello, please kill me now."
"Thad bad, huh?" Jensen chuckled.
"It could have gone worse, truth be told. I think the women believed me more than the man did. Hopefully he'll come round and realise the truth." Misha said, with a sigh.
"Hopefully he will but you can't do anything about it now, man. Bobby just told me to phone you that you're flying off to Belgium tomorrow morning to see Marthe's parents in hospital. Gives you time to rest up."
"I definitely need it. Even though it didn't take long with them it felt like it was hours. How are the girls doing in the show?"
"It's been pretty crazy. Marthe was kick ass with supporting Dean with the episode where he goes back in time and meets his parents. Siobhan's up to something with Sam and I hope to God it isn't what I think it is and Rachel's just literally danced with the devil and survived it; she's a tough chick." Jensen told him.
"Literally danced with the devil? How the hell did that happen?" Misha asked, concern in his voice.
"Crowley took her to a ball and that's where she met Lucifer. He seems to be interested in her for some reason; too interested in her for my liking."
"Well, hopefully Crowley wil take good care of her while she's with him. Anyway, it was good hearing from you, man. I best get going and rest up for tomorrow's flight." Misha told Jensen, while walking towards the exit of the hospital.
"This early in the day?" Jensen commented, and then chuckled, "Don't worry about it. I know you need to catch up with your beauty sleep."
"Talk to you soon." Misha replied, shortly.
"Take care, man."
Misha hung up and tucked the phone back into his jean pocket. He then went to the entrance of the hospital to flag down a cab. Thankfully, it didn't take too long and before long he was making his way back to the hotel.
Hey everyone! Hope you are all doing well! Hope you enjoy the latest chapter. I'm still a couple of episodes behind but I watched the ep after Book of the Damned. I loved it 3 I will try and get up to date with it I promise! Hope you all have a good rest of the week/weekend! Toodles! x