Yes, it shall be continued. And I think… I'm going to keep going with it, because I've written quite a few pieces of stories that could all fit together if I try hard enough. All I need is patience and maybe some encouragement. Thanks to all those who've read so far!

The next day they were expected to do more acting, but fortunately for them it wasn't a whole lot, since Bobby had quite a few long speeches.

Sam had even gotten there late, having claimed to have a long night of researching and ordered the things they'd need to get back to their universe on express mailing last night, but Dean knew his little brother had gotten laid. "So what, you have a mansion with 4 girlfriends and peacocks in your front yard?" Dean laughed at his own joke, having expected that would have been his life.

"No, better. I'm married here." Sam said and even though his voice was happy sounding his face told a different story.

"So? Why do you look upset? I mean is she a butch or something?"

"NO! She's… amazing. It's Ruby." Sam said bluntly and the look on Dean's face said it all. "No! Not actual Ruby, Dean. The actress who played her, her name's Genevieve and god was she amazing." Sam went on.

Dean was quiet for a beat but didn't have anything bad to say, this world brought up a lot of unexpected things and feelings. "Well I'm glad you got laid at least, you obviously needed it. Sorry this can't be our life, but we need to go back and fix this shit." Dean told him patting his back and Sam nodded.

"I'll be fine, how was your night?" he asked and Dean stiffened, he didn't want to tell his little brother that instead of getting shit faced with his co star and picking up hot girls at a bar or something of the like that he fucked with Misha Collins.

"Fine! Let's just get through this shit so we can get back" Dean huffed and got up as they were called to the set. Sam gave a confused look knowing that Dean was hiding something but let it go for now. Again the acting wasn't so fun but he felt they'd improved, if only slightly. Misha only shared one scene with them that afternoon, which slightly disheartened him. But the goofy man stayed to make faces at them as they failed miserably at what could only be described as a 'chick-flick' moment. Since when does he cry so damn much? And why do these people seem to think he can just do it on the spot?

The set broke for lunch and Sam ran off to get his package that had arrived while they were shooting. Dean was currently working his way through the buffet line up, filling his plate precariously high with everything he saw. "Get enough to eat there?" Misha asked nudging him in the rib and smirked.

"Shut up" he said to him, which really sounded like 'shuuduuph', as he had stuffed a mini sandwich in his mouth, and followed the man to a table, secluded off from most of the other people.

"So did Sam figure out a way to get you guys back to your universe?" Misha asked immediately, not wasting time. Dean looked down and nodded, trying to focus any where but Misha's face, knowing the man would see that leaving would be more painful for him than he wanted to admit. "Dean," his name was spoken and even though it wasn't in the gruff tone it usually was spoken in he couldn't not look up. "It'll be alright," Misha told him, a soft look on his face and patted his hand.

Dean could only nod and they went back to eating when Sam came back with a large box under his arm. "You got it?" He asked and Sam nodded sitting down quickly and was about to go into one of his spiels but stopped when Misha was looking at him intently as well. "Uh, hey Misha." Sam said, a weary look on his face.

"Hello Sam," Misha said and Dean grinned at him.

"Uh… You mean Jared," Sam said with a nervous laugh and Misha gave him a classic Castiel stare.

"Cut the crap Misha, Sam he knows." Dean cut in and Misha let out a hearty laugh as Sam gave his best bitch face, directing it first at Misha who continued to laugh and then at Dean. Dean sighed, "We got attacked by Virgil last night, and I'd rather tell him the truth than risking him getting his stupid ass killed." Dean explained crossing his arms.

"Hey!" Misha yelled looking hurt.

"Dude, you couldn't defend yourself even if you had an arsenal like the impala's. I bet you've never even shot a real gun" Dean rolled his eyes. Misha was about to argue and start an inevitable fight so Sam ended right there.

"Look we don't have time for this, I have all the stuff we need but we need a… distraction to get all these people off the set so we can redo Balthazar's spell. Misha do you still have the script? The incantation should be under Sebastian's lines." Misha reached into the trench coats pocket , and flipped through the script.

"Here, Uh… don't mind the doodles." Misha said sheepishly, and Sam looked at the paper, seeing goofy stick figures and little drawings. A few looked vaguely like them but he rolled his eyes and found the spell.

"Ok, the next scene were supposed to shoot after lunch is all of us again, so… are you guys ready for some real acting?" Sam asked and looked at them with a smirk and Dean and Misha shifted uncomfortably as Sam told them his plan.

On set:

"Quiet on the set! Ok Misha, you come through that door and deliver your line, and don't freaking laugh again!" Robert Singer yelled from his directors chair and Misha just waved over his shoulder at him as he exited through said door. "And you two! Just... just try to do this right ok? I don't know what's been wrong with you the past few days but pull it together! Everybody Ready? Roll em!"

"What a douche..." Dean muttered and got an elbow to the ribs as a response from his brother

"Action!"

At the yell Misha came bursting through the door, trench coat billowing around his legs and he marched straight up to Dean, getting right in his face. Dean had to take a shuttering breathe, 'Misha really is a good actor...' as 'Castiel' stood in front of him giving him a hard stare. "Dean, we don't have much time, give me..." but he stopped mid sentence and groaned, he doubled over and fell into Dean, who caught him.

"What the hell?" he grabbed him, trying his best to hoist him up.

"What's wrong now!" Bob yelled and made to get out of his chair, a crowd starting to form around them.

"I don't know he just passed out! Maybe its something that didn't settle with him from lunch. I'm going to take him back to his trailer," Dean told the group and brushed off a pa who offered to help.

"Geeze, first they can't act and now they're fainting on me!" Bob grumbled loudly.

"Uh, since they're both gone do you think we should just take a break? I mean we can't shot with both of them gone right?" Sam asked and Bob sighed.

"Yea, you pansies go take an hour break. Hopefully we'll get some work done then!" Bob yelled and the crew filed out, leaving Sam alone to prepare for Balthazar's spell.

Dean had hauled Misha all the way back to his trailer and unceremoniously dumped him on the couch.

"Ow! Hey you could be more gentle!" Misha complained rubbing his side.

"And you could give a guy warning before you pull a fainting act on him. I thought we agreed you were going to hit your head on the door or something?"

"You would have expected that. And since you're such a terrible actor I thought I'd do you the favor of just reacting. And you have this look on your face when you're concerned and its sooooo,"

"Shut it!" Dean cut him off before he could call him cute again. Dean ran a hand over his face and thought over the plan. "I don't know how much time Sam bought us but we should probably try to sneak back in 10," he said and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Then let's make the most of it," Misha said in a low tone getting Dean's attention and pulled him down on top of him.

"This isn't what I meant Misha," Dean mumbled against his lips as he kissed him.

"Does it matter?" Misha asked and moved quickly and nipped and bit at Dean's neck.

"No" Dean groaned, his hands roaming over Misha's too clothed body. "Damn trench coat..."

"I love my trench coat" Misha whined as Dean started to shove it off him but a knock at the trailer door stopped them.

"Not a-fucking-gain!" Dean yelled and got up, his hands balled into fists at his sides. He yanked the door open angrily, ready to swing at whoever it was, be it angel or otherwise, but stopped when it was just the pa from earlier, the one who offered to help him.

"Oh! Uh-hi" Dean said sheepishly.

"Hello Mr. Ackles! I-I was sent over to see if Mr. Collins was alright but I see you're busy! And here's the scripts for the last couple episodes... SORRY!" the pa stammered terrified, practically throwing the scripts into his hands and ran off.

Dean watched him go in shock and turned back to Misha who just shrugged at him. "Am I really that scary looking"

"Yes," Misha dead-panned.

Dean sighed and shook his head, looking at his watch. "Shit! I gotta go Mish! Here!" Dean shouted, shoving the papers at the other still sitting on the couch, and kissed him one last time and gave him a winning smile. "I'll never forget you," he promised and with that was running out of the trailer, leaving Misha with a stunned look on his face and looked down at the new scripts. He briefly flipped through it, his eyes becoming bigger with every page he turned.

"Son of a bitch..."

"SON OF A BITCH!" Dean yelled as a bullet whizzed by his ear from a very large gun, wielded by a very pissed off looking, mojo free angel.

"SAMMY START CHANTING!" he yelled as he ran into the room with his brother, who was painting the sigil on the window.

"But I don't..."

"JUST DO IT!" he roared pulling his pearl handled gun from the back of his jeans, and aimed it at the door ready to fire. The door burst open and Virgil was giving them the most hate filled look they'd ever received and Sam started chanting the enochian spell as fast as he could. Dean fired the gun, shooting four rounds, but the 'angel' only stuttered mildly in his slow menacing walk toward them. Dean looked at the gun in confusion spinning the chamber. "Fuck their blanks!" he yelled and look up, the long barrel of the gun pointed in his face. "Sa- Sammy..."

Goodbye Dean Winchester" Virgil sneered and Dean clenched his jaw, slamming his eyes shut.

The gun went off and Dean cringed.

After another heartbeat he cracked open an eye to see Misha plowing into Virgil's side. The bullet went through the ceiling. The two were wrestling on the floor, the gun still within reach and Misha landed two hard punches one to Virgil's side and one to his nose, the sound of a rib cracking and a nose breaking filling the room with sickening sounds.

He grabbed the gun and scrambled to his feet, putting a foot heavily on the other man's chest, and pointed the gun in his face.

"Nice timing," Dean finally breathed.

"I know, I'm kind of a bad ass." Misha replied.

"Dean! We gotta jump now!" Sam yelled from across the room as the sigil on the window started to glow.

Dean gave Misha a last fleeting look. "Thanks," he said quietly and turned but Misha grabbed his jacket and spun him around, kissing him hard on the lips.

"I won't forget you either Dean," Misha told him and kicked the now groaning man under his foot.

"Dean smiled and ran to his brothers side and they both ran full tilt, crashing through the window.

They landed with a hard thud on the wet ground outside a run down motel, and came face to face with Raphael. "Shit, when are we going to catch a break?" Dean growled and stood through the pain throbbing through his body from the fall. Sam followed him, the now woman vessel of the archangel smirked.

"Nice to see Castiel's pets could come," She said and raised a hand, ready to smite them.

"Leave them alone Raphael." Castiel's deep booming voice came from behind the archangel who turned around. "They don't have what you want, the weapons and their power is with me" Castiel said and lightning came from no where, his wings flaring in the light behind him.

"So it seems..." she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Leave now if you wish not to die tonight" Castiel warned and with a sound of powerful wings she vanished.

"What do you mean the 'power' is with you?" Dean asked.

Castiel did not answer but went to them and put a hand to each of the foreheads and they were suddenly in a run down little shack, being beaten by rain. "Balthazar sent you as a distraction so that I could get the weapons," Castiel explained.

"He used us as bait?" Sam yelled.

"I would have done the same thing, I knew you were... moderately safe, were you not?" he turned to them and Dean glared at him.

"You don't use your friends as bait Cas!" he yelled, and the other looked slightly guilty.

"But you were fine, as I knew you would be."

"Just what the hell is going on Cas?" Dean asked annoyed now.

Cas was about to say something but he looked out the window at the stormy sky, "I must go. I'll explain when I can" and at that he disappeared with a swoosh of wings.

"Freaking angels!" Dean yelled at the ceiling and plopped down on the couch.

Sam took the chair opposite him and they sat in silence for a long while before Sam finally broke it. "So... back there..."

"What about back there?" Dean muttered.

"Dean, I saw what happened..." Sam admitted and Dean's eyes grew wide at the realization of what Sam was saying.

"It wasn't!" Dean started.

"It was exactly what I think it was Dean. Just admit it." Sam gave him a hard look

"I'm not a freaking homo!"

"Dean I know you're not a homo. Its because of Cas, not that he's a man but he's an angel, the guy who rescued you from hell. So quite freaking out, I've known for a long time"

"Well that's just great! Why didn't you tell me!" Dean grumbled. "I don't want to talk about this, night" Dean muttered and went into another room and found a bedroom. He closed the door behind and sat on the bed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "What's..." he pulled out a folded up stack of papers and unfolded them. A scrawled message was on the front page.

'Dean, I hope this finds you in time, maybe you can fix what's wrong after all.'

Misha

Dean read the chicken scratch and almost chuckled, thinking that Misha had to have written it as he was sprinting across the lot to reach them in time.

He opened the first page and saw the name of the episode.

The Man Would Be King.

Thank you for reading! As I've said I'll be continuing this fic if you are still interested in reading! It may take a little bit to update but don't lose faith! If you liked it as is just... pretend the window crashing was the end. Thanks everyone!