The French Mistake Part 1

Sam and Dean walked into Bobby's house. Sam looked around with a frown. "Where are Bobby and Angie?"

"Supply run," Dean replied.

Sam looked outside the window and his frowned deepened at the pouring rain. "In this?"

"Yeah, they're heroes. We were officially out of hunter's helper." Dean gestured at his empty liquor bottle.

Balthazar suddenly appeared behind them. "Hello, boys." He greeted. "You've seen The Godfather, right?"

"Balthazar…" Dean rolled his eyes.

"You know, the end, where Michael Corleone sends his men to kill his enemies in one big, bloody swoop?" Balthazar asked as he rummaged through some drawers. He found a container of salt and poured it into a bowl on Bobby's desk.

"Hey!" Dean yelled.

"Dead sea brine. Good, good, good." Balthazar said to himself. "You know, Moe Greene gets it in the eye, and Don Cuneo gets it in the revolving door?"

"I said 'hey'." Dean snapped.

"You did. Twice. Good for you." Balthazar sassed. "Blood of lamb. Blood of lamb." He muttered as he looked through Bobby's fridge. "Beer, cold pizza. Blood of lamb. Yes! Blood of lamb!"

"Why are you talking about The Godfather?" Sam asked.

"Because we're in it—right now, tonight," Balthazar replied. "And in the role of Michael Corleone—the archangel Raphael."

"You mind telling us what you mean?" Dean raised a brow.

"No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no." Balthazar mumbled as he emptied the contents of one of Bobby's desk drawers. "Yes. Bone of a lesser saint. This vertebra will do very nicely. Your Mr. Singer does keep a beautiful pantry."

Dean's brows furrowed. "Wait, Raphael is after you?"

"Raphael is after us all." Balthazar corrected. "You see, he's consolidated his strength. And now he's on the move."

"And where's Cas?" Sam asked.

"Oh, Cassie?" Balthazar raised a brow. "He is deep, deep underground. So, good old Raffy put out a hit list on every last Samaritan who helped our dear Cas—including you two and your friend Angela. And so much more importantly, me." He explained. "See, he wants to draw Cas out in the open."

Sam scoffed and shook his head in disbelief. "And you expect us to just believe you?"

"Oh, don't." Balthazar shrugged. "You'll go where I throw you either way."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked.

Lighting flashed, and Balthazar looked around. "That's all the time we have, gentlemen." He replied. He opened his jacket revealing a bloodstain on his side. "Where is it?"

Dean looked at the bloodstain. "Whoa." He frowned. "What happened there?"

"Oh. Garish, I know." Balthazar sighed. "You see, uncle Raffy sent one of his nastiest to handle me. I'm flattered, actually. And down a lung at the moment, but that's alright." He added before he handed Sam a pair of keys. "Oh, here's for you."

Sam looked down at the keys in his hand. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Run with it." Balthazar was instructed. He was suddenly thrown across the room as an angel, Virgil appeared. "Virgil." Balthazar greeted. He turned to Sam and Dean. "I said, run!" He yelled as he pushed them through a window which was marked with a bloody sigil.

Sam and Dean crashed through Bobby's window and landed on a mattress on a TV show set.

"Cut!" Bob Singer yelled.

A crewmember patted Dean on the rear. "Real good solid fall. Way to go."

"Jared, Jensen!" Bob Singer exclaimed. "Outstanding! That was just great."

"Supernatural, scene one echo, take one." A crewmember said. "Tail slate. Marker!"

~/~\~

Sam looked around, obviously very confused. "So…" He trailed off. "No angels?"

"No angels, I think," Dean replied.

Sam's face scrunched up slightly. "Should we be killing anybody?"

Dean shook his head. "I don't think so…"

"Running?" Sam asked.

"Where?" Dean responded.

Sam picked up a piece of the 'window', which wobbled back and forth, clearly made of some kind of gel.

"Moving on!" Kevin yelled. "That's a wrap on Jared and Jensen!"

Sam's brows furrowed. "W-who the hell are—

"Jared!" An interviewer exclaimed. "Three minutes, okay? Great." She grabbed him by the hand and led him away.

Dean started to follow Sam. "Where are we going?"

"Jensen, there you are!" A makeup artist smiled. "Let's just get you in the chair." She instructed. "Your wife couldn't even track you down." She laughed.

Dean's brows furrowed in confusion. "Chair? Wife?"

"Okay, hon, we're just gonna get this makeup off your face." The makeup artist smiled.

"Wha—I'm not wearing any makeup…" Dean started. He looked at the cloth the makeup artist had just wiped over his face to find it covered in foundation. "Oh, crap! I'm a painted whore!"

The interviewer, Trish, led Sam toward a woman who looked exactly like Angela. The woman was typing something on her phone and Sam perked up when he saw her.

"Angie!" He exclaimed, walking over to her.

The woman looked up from her phone and laughed slightly. "Very, funny, Jared."

Sam's brows furrowed in confusion. He was about to say something, but Trish cut him off. She was holding a microphone and looked at a camera with a large smile.

"Trish Evian here with Jared Padalecki and Lorelei McCann-Ackles from TV's Supernatural." Trish introduced. "So, Jared, Lorelei, season six." She grinned.

Sam looked over his shoulder into the set of the panic room and turned back in confusion. "What?" He asked. "Angie, what's going on?"

Lorelei looked up at Sam in confusion. "Jared, it was funny the first time, but come on..."

"You beat the devil, lost your soul, and got it back again." Trish recapped. "Now Sam and Angie are settling back into their relationship. Tell us, what's next for the couple?"

"Well, right now everything between them is fine," Lorelei answered. "But at some point, I think they're both going to have to face some pretty important things."

Sam didn't know what the hell was going on. "Look, I-I-I really don't—

Dean ran up to Sam and sighed in relief when he saw Lorelei, the woman who looked exactly like Angela. "Angie, oh, thank God."

Lorelei playfully rolled her eyes and walked up to Dean. "Very funny, babe." She laughed. Lorelei stood on her toes and tilted her head up to press a soft kiss to Dean's lips.

Dean froze in shock and waited till she pulled away. Dean cleared his throat and shot a quick glance at Sam, who had his jaw clenched in anger.

"Alright, well, I'll see you later tonight, babe." Lorelei smiled sweetly. "I do have the benefit dinner with Gen tonight, so I might be home late." She added. She patted his chest and walked away.

"Dude…" Dean trailed off.

"We need to get out of this universe," Sam said seriously. "Our life is a TV show, and a woman who looks exactly like Angie is all over you."

"Yeah, that's definitely weird." Dean agreed. "But why would anyone want to watch our lives?"

"Well, I mean, according to that interview, not very many people do," Sam replied. "Look, I'm not saying it makes sense. I'm just saying, we—we landed in some dimension where you're Jensen Ackles, Lorelei McCann, the woman who plays Angela is your wife, and I'm something called a 'Jared Padalecki'."

"So what, now you're Polish?" Dean scoffed. "Is any of this making sense to you?" He asked as they exited the studio.

~/~\~

Dean sighed in relief when he saw the Impala in the backlot. "Oh, hey. Least my baby made it." He smiled. The smile was immediately wiped off his face when a crewmember started flinging mud onto the windshield. "Hey. Hey! What…" Dean trailed off when he saw three more Impala. "I feel sick. I'm gonna be sick. I want to go home. I feel like this whole place is bad-touching me."

"Yeah, tell me about it," Sam replied. "So, what do you think. Cas?"

"He's our best shot if he's still alive." Dean shrugged. He closed his eyes. "Dear Castiel, who art maybe running his ass away from heaven, we pray that you have your ears on. So…breaker, breaker." He said. He opened his eyes and looked around, his shoulders sagging in disappointment.

Suddenly, the brothers spotted Castiel a short distance away. They both sighed in relief.

"Cas? Cas! Hey, Cas!" Dean yelled, quickly walking over to him. "Oh, thank God. What is all this, huh? W-what did Balthazar do to us?"

Misha looked at Sam and Dean and cleared his throat. "To keep you out of Virgil's reach, he cast you into an alternate reality, a universe similar to ours in most respects yet dramatically different in others."

"Like—like Bizzaro earth, right?" Dean asked. "Except instead of having Bizzaro Superman, we get this clown factory."

Misha's brows furrowed. "Um…Yeah, well…Anyway, no time to explain. Do you have the key?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah." He replied as he handed Misha the key. "So, uh, what does this thing do, anyway?"

"It opens a room," Misha replied vaguely.

"What's in the room?" Dean asked.

"Every weapon Balthazar stole from heaven," Misha answered.

"He gave it to us?" Dean raised a brow.

"To keep it safe until I could reach you," Misha explained. "With those weapons, I have a chance to rally my forces."

"Oh." Sam nodded. "Okay, good. Yeah. So, now, uh, what's the deal with all this TV crap?"

Misha raised a brow. "Pardon?" He asked, reverting to his normal voice.

"Yeah. Amen, Padaleski." Dean nodded.

"Uh, 'lecki'." Sam corrected.

"What?" Dean frowned.

"Lecki. Pretty sure." Sam replied.

"Man." Misha sighed, pulling out his script. "Did they put out new pages?"

"New what?" Dean asked.

"I mean, is this some kind of cosmic joke?" Sam scoffed.

"Yeah, 'cause if it is, it's stupid, and we don't get it," Dean grumbled.

"Yeah." Sam agreed.

Misha frowned. "Are you guys okay? Lorelei said you were acting weird, but…"

Dean grabbed the script from Misha. "Give me that. What is—these are words in a script. This isn't Cas."

Sam frowned. "Dude, look at him."

Misha unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a patterned new age t-shirt underneath. "You guys want to run lines, or…?"

Dean scoffed. "His name's Misha? Misha?"

Sam shook his head. "Oh, wow. Just…Great."

"Misha? Jensen?" Dean shook his head. "What's up with the names around here?"

"You guys! You really punked me!" Misha laughed. "I'm totally gonna tweet this one." He said to himself as he pulled out his phone. "Hola, mishamigos." He said as he typed it out. "J-squared…got me good."

"I just want to dig my finger into my brain and scratch until we're back in Kansas," Dean muttered as they walked by a giant trailer.

"Hey." Sam pointed. "J. Ackles." He read.

"That's fake me!" Dean replied.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"This must be fake mine," Dean smirked. They entered the trailer and looked around curiously. "Dude, I have a helicopter!"

~/~\~

Sam scoffed. "Oh, alright, who puts a 300-gallon aquarium in their trailer?"

"Apparently, Jensen Ackles," Dean muttered as he looked around. There were photos of Jensen and Lorelei all throughout the trailer. "This is trippy." Dean shook his head.

Sam looked at one of the photos with a frown. It was clearly a photo from their wedding. "They look really happy…"

"Sammy, this isn't real." Dean sighed.

"It's real enough." Sam retorted. "I just wanna go home…" He added.

"Well, for now, let's see who this guy is," Dean said when he spotted the laptop. He typed in 'Jensen Ackles' and waited for the page to load. "Well, he's not a hunter, but he plays one on TV…" He muttered. "Oh." He picked up a magazine with Jared, Jensen, and Lorelei on the cover. "Come on…" He groaned. "Nice 'blue steel', Sam."

"Hey. Apparently, it's our job." Sam defended. "Alright, uh, here does. Um…It says you're from Texas."

"Really?" Dean raised a brow.

"Uh, you met Lorelei on the show…started dating and got engaged a year later…and then you two got married." Sam muttered "Oh. It says you were on a soap opera."

Dean frowned. "What?"

Sam played the clip of Jensen on Days of Our Lives. About halfway through the clip, Dean slammed the laptop shut.

"Don't like this universe, Sammy," Dean said. "We need to get out of this universe."

"Yeah. No argument there." Sam agreed. "But, I don't think our—our prayers are reaching Cas. Or the real Cas."

"Well, I agree." Dean nodded. "I think we are definitely out of, uh, soul-phone range. But…"

"What?" Sam's brows furrowed.

"If we can reverse Balthazar's spell…I watched every move." Dean shrugged as he sketched the sigil. "We just, uh, get the ingredients, right, get back to that same window, and…there's no place like home."

~/~\~

"Backbone of a lesser saint," Sam said as he pulled the bone out of Bobby's drawer. "Got it. Uh…" Sam frowned when he realized the bone was fake. "It's rubber."

"Check this out." Dean held up a prop dagger, bending it back and forwards. "Hey, look. It's fake." He jabbed the fake dagger at Sam's chest. "It's all fake! What are we supposed to do with this crap?"

~/~\~

"Of course everything is fake." Sam shook his head. "We're on a film set." He added as they approached one of the Impalas. "We got to get back to the real world."

"Yeah, now you're talking," Dean said as they got into the Impala and started driving. "Alright, we go round up the genuine articles, bring 'em here for the spell." He added. He frowned when the car started malfunctioning. "What the hell is going on? What is wrong with this thing?"

A crewmember ran alongside the Impala, knocking on the window. "Mr. Ackles! Mr. Ackles, please!"

"Uh, Dean?" Sam asked.

"God, Mr. Ackles, please!" The crewmember pleaded.

"Dean, it's not the Impala," Sam said.

"Please!" The crewmember explained. "Stop."

"You think?" Dean scoffed. "It's a frigging prop! Just like everything else." He complained as they stopped and exited the Impala.

"Oh, thank you." The crewmember sighed in relief. "Thank you. Thank you so much for…"

"How the hell are we supposed to get out of here?" Dean asked.

~/~\~

"You know whereabouts you want me to drop you off? Jensen?" Cliff asked.

"Me?" Dean raised a brow. "Yes. Um…I-I'll just tag along with…"

"Jared," Sam whispered.

"Jared…Jared here." Dean finished.

"Huh. Since when are you guys talking?" Cliff asked. "I mean, I know your wives are friends…"

"Yeah, uh, y-you know what, Clint, uh…" Sam started.

"Uh, uh, Cliff." He corrected.

"Y-yeah. Yeah, of course. Clif. Obviously." Sam nodded. "Um, so, uh, I think we're gonna go back to my place a-and do some…work."

"Work on our acting," Dean added.

"Yeah." Sam agreed.

"For our characters. For the show." Dean said.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

Cliff looked at them like they were crazy. "Alright…"

"Where the hell are we, anyway?" Dean asked. He looked up and saw a Welcome to Vancouver sign. "Dude, we're not even in America."

~/~\~

Sam and Dean entered the mansion.

~/~\~

"Nice modest digs, Jay-Z." Dean scoffed.

"Wow," Sam said as he looked around. "I must be the star of this thing."

"Yeah, right," Dean muttered. "Check it out." He nodded towards a tanning bed.

Sam's face scrunched up slightly. "What am I, Dracula?"

"George Hamilton Dracula," Dean replied. He spotted a liquor cabinet and smirked. "Oh. Now we're talking." He nodded. He peered out the glass doors and his eyes went wide. "Dude, you have a camel in your backyard."

"It's an alpaca, dumbass," Genevieve said, leaning against the railing. She was in a little black dress and matching heels.

Lorelei walked up next to her. She was in a red, off the shoulder burgundy dress. "Hey, Jen!" She greeted, surprised to see him there.

"Ruby?" Dean asked, looking at Genevieve.

"Ruby, right." Genevieve scoffed. "That one never gets old…"

"They've been doing that all day." Angela laughed, shaking her head. "I think they've played these characters for far too long."

Genevieve shook her head and walked down the stairs, Lorelei following close behind her. "How was work today, hon?" She asked Sam before pressing a kiss to his lips.

Sam froze in shock and shot a quick glance at Dean.

~/~\~

Dean looked at Sam, eyebrows raised. "Wait. You and Ruby?"

"Jensen, stop it, this isn't funny anymore." Lorelei chastised.

"Right. Right, 'cause this is the lovely actress that plays Ruby." Dean smiled. "And you are, in…Jared's house, uh, because you two are…" He trailed off as he spotted a photo of Jared and Genevieve's wedding. "Married! You married fake Ruby?" He looked at Sam.

"What are you doing?" Genevieve asked Sam.

Sam rocked back and forth on his heels. "Work. Work."

"Yeah, just, uh, thought I'd pop in, say 'hey'." Dean shrugged. "Hey. And…And of course, I wanted to see my beautiful wife." He gestured to Lorelei. "We're uh, gonna run some lines."

"Despite the fact that Lorelei is my best friend, you've never been to our house, Jensen," Genevieve replied.

Dean grinned. "Well, now that I know there's an alpaca out back, I'm definitely coming back."

"Well, alpacas are the greenest animal." Genevieve nodded.

"Right. Right." Dean replied. "That is so important."

"Well, there's that thing that Lorelei and I have to get to," Genevieve said.

"Oh, yeah. Of course, yeah. The thing." Sam replied vaguely.

Lorelei raised a brow. "The international otter adoption charity dinner?" She reminded.

"Oh." Sam nodded, his eyes lingering on Lorelei for a little too long.

"Okay, well…" Genevieve trailed off as she kissed Sam. "It's great that you guys are talking."

Lorelei pulled Dean down by the collar of his jacket and pressed a sweet, loving kiss to his lips. "See ya later, babe. Maybe we can actually start going on double dates, now."

They both watched as Genevieve and Lorelei left the room.

Sam closed his eyes and sighed. "Crap." He muttered. "Married to fake Ruby. Awesome." Sam added sarcastically.

"If Angie was really here she'd lose it…" Dean muttered.

~/~\~

Sam was sitting at a desk with a computer in front of a giant portrait of Jared as a cowboy with a suit of armor on either side.

"Wrist bone of saint and holy reliquary," Sam said. "Museum-quality, from diocese in Oaxaca. Looks legit."

"Alright. Auction house in Mexico City." Dean said. "We could be there day after tomorrow. We, uh, case it, yank it, be back here by the end of the week."

"Or we could just buy it." Sam shrugged.

"What?!" Dean exclaimed. "Dude, that thing's over a hundred thou—

Sam just held up a black credit card.

"Huh." Dean nodded. "Hello, Jared Padalecki."

Sam was on the phone. "Cubrir a su amigo en la aduana, no? Bueno."

"Triple rush," Dean said. "No problemo. Because money is no—This baby's maxed." Dean tossed the credit card.

"Wow." Sam's eyebrows shot up. "They said it should be at the airport first thing in the morning."

"Money, man." Dean shook his head with a smile. "There is nothing like it. Alright. Couch. TV star. Beauty rest." Dean added before jumping onto the large black couch. "Ahh."

~/~\~

Sam walked into the hall and spotted Genevieve. "Hey!" He rushed over to her. "Hey. Hi. Hi, uh, Gen—Genevieve. Gen?"

"Gen." She replied obviously.

"Gen." He smiled. "Of course. Yeah. Um, so, h—how was the…otter thing?"

"It was good." She shrugged.

"Yeah?"

"Everybody missed you there." She replied.

"Oh. Wow. Wow. I bet." Sam nodded. "So—so listen, I-I got to ask you a question. Do you remember, uh, the year before last, all those disasters?"

Genevieve's brows furrowed in confusion. "Disasters?"

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, the whole earthquake spike." Sam replied. "You know, the—the 9.2 in Rome? I mean, the—the 8.5 outside Boston? The whole east/west tsunami chain."

Genevieve looked at Sam like he was crazy. "Yes. I remember all those from last season on your show."

Sam froze. "No, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I-I know. I know. That—that's what I mean. That's what I was…" Sam took a drink from his beer.

Genevieve shook her head. "Lorelei was right. You and Jensen have played these characters for too long." She muttered. She kissed Sam and took his hand in hers, smiling seductively.

Sam swallowed thickly. "U-um, y-you know what? I-I have a lot of work, so I'm…gonna get on that." He stammered, dropping her hand.

Genevieve shook her head. "Whatever. You're being weird today."

~/~\~

Sam received a package from an airplane. "Thanks." He said before he started walking toward the black SUV.

~/~\~

"So, I don't mean to pry, but, uh, why are we picking up packages at 8:00 AM that haven't cleared customs yet?" Cliff asked.

"Just saving time." Dean shrugged as Sam entered the car. "Alright, here we go."

Cliff narrowed his eyes. "We're not doing anything illegal, are we?"

"Would it make you feel better if we said no?" Sam asked.

Cliff sighed, exasperated. "No."

~/~\~

Sam and Dean were on the Supernatural set. They opened the package and looked up in surprise when the lights turned on.

"Whoa," Dean said. "What?"

"We finish today in 12 hours if it kills us all," Bob said. "Get 'a' and 'b' cam set for scene 12. What is this?" he looked at Sam and Dean. "Here for the first run-through, before anyone else? Dedication."

"Uh, can I talk to you for a sec?" Dean asked Bob. "Um, we're gonna need the, uh, cleared for—safe side, an hour or so."

Bob raised a brow. "You need it cleared."

"Yeah." Dean nodded. "Yeah. Me and, um…Jared were gonna do some actor stuff."

"Jensen, we're thrilled to see you collaborating so creatively," Bob replied. "And your enthusiasm is refreshing. Dean Cain was like that on Lois. And that man's a real actor. And we will clear this set exactly when we shoot the 2 3/8 pages we are scheduled to shoot on this set. So you do your 'actor stuff' and we'll do our 'camera stuff' and, uh…"

Dean walked away sheepishly. He sat in front of Misha, and Sam. Lorelei walked in and sat next to Dean, a look of concern etched on her face.

"Hey, you didn't come home last night," Lorelei said softly. "I'm glad you and Jared are talking, but I would have appreciated a call…I had to call Cliff and ask him where you were."

"O-oh." Dean stammered. "Right. Sorry about that."

Lorelei leaned over and kissed him softly. "Well, you can make it up to me later." She smirked.

Dean swallowed nervously and nodded. "R-Right…"

Misha peered over to look at the box that Sam had. "Ooh, 'priority'. What's in it?"

"I bought part of a dead person," Sam replied.

Misha paused and frowned. "Oh, cool."

Dean leaned over. "Uh, so bad news. Uh…Looks like we're gonna have to do a little acting." He muttered.

Sam's brows furrowed. "What?"

"Supernatural scene 36, take 1. Marker!" Someone yelled.

"Action!" Bobby yelled.

Sam and Dean stood behind Misha and Lorelei stood in between Sam and Dean. Sam looked utterly terrified and Dean was staring earnestly.

"Balthazar is no hero," Misha said gruffly. "But he knows Raphael will never take him back." He added, turning around.

Sam flinched, and Dean walked forward slightly. He looked down at his mark and moved over to his right.

"Cut!" Bob yelled.

"Supernatural scene 36, take 8. Marker!"

Sam seemed unsure of what to do with his arms and kept rearranging them.

"Balthazar is no hero," Misha said. "But he knows Raphael will never take him back."

Dean looked at the script in hand. "Dean, grimly. And yet, somehow you got no problem with it."

Bob looked utterly confused. "Cut!"

Misha and Lorelei shot each other confused looks. Misha mouthed 'what the hell'.

"Action," Bob said.

"That's because…That's because we have so other choice." Sam said.

"Don't look at the camera," Dean muttered.

Sam looked at him. "What?"

"Look anywhere but the camera," Dean said.

Sam looked up at the ceiling. "That's because we have no other choice!"

"Cut!" Bob yelled. "For the love of…" he muttered. "Action!"

Sam raised his arm stiffly. "If there's a key, then," he raised the other arm. "There must also be a lock."

"Cut." Bob sighed deeply.

"If there's a key…then there has to be a lock." Sam said. "And when we find the lock, we can get the weapons, and then we can have the weapons. 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," Dean said quickly.

"What?" Sam asked.

"That's how he talks." Dean shrugged.

"Oh," Sam muttered.

Dean looked out the window at Bob. "Do we really need all these lines? I mean, I-I think we've covered it. Right?"

"Cut!" Bob yelled. "What is happening? What's happening?!"

Sam shook his head as he looked at the script. "Who wrote this? Nobody says 'penultimate'!"

"Gun, mouth, now," Dean muttered.

"Moving on!" Kevin yelled.

"Thank God." Dean sighed in relief.

Misha looked at Lorelei, clearly confused. "What's wrong with them?"

Lorelei shrugged, just as confused. "No idea."

Sam and Dean rapidly unpacked the package and assembled the spell.

"Alright, dammit. We earned this." Dean said. He quickly completed the blood sigil on the window.

"That's it?" Sam asked.

"That's it, Toto." Dean nodded.

Sam and Dean came crashing through the window, but they just landed on the other side of the set. Everyone turned to look over at them.

~/~\~

Sam and Dean were in Jensen's trailer.

"Maybe we did it wrong," Sam suggested.

"No." Dean shook his head. "No, that—that spell was perfect. It should have worked."

"What if it can't?" Sam asked. "Look, I was up all night, looking online. There's no sign that anything like the apocalypse happened here. Ever. And as far as I can tell, monsters, ghosts, demons—they're all pretend."

"So nobody's hunting them?" Dean raised a brow.

"No hunters." Sam clarified. "Look, maybe that's why our spell didn't work, Dean, you know? M-maybe here, there's no supernatural, no magic."

"No demons, no hell, no heaven, no—no god?" Dean frowned.

"Something like." Sam shrugged. "Even better—no angels."

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I'm really, really happy with how it turned out :) This has by far been my favorite chapter to write and I'm just super proud of it. Love you guys!

~Emily