The French Mistake Part 2

Sam and Dean walked in front of the green screen where two stunt doubles were punching each other next to the Impala.

"Okay, maybe we can't get out of, uh, you know, earth number two right now, but the least we can do is get the hell out of the Canadian part of it." Dean scoffed slightly.

"Yeah." Sam agreed.

"I hear one more conversation about hockey, I'm gonna puke." Dean continued to complain.

"Wait a minute." Sam paused. "This way, this way, this way," Sam instructed, pointing down one of the hallways.

"No, no, no, no, no." Dean shook his head. "It's this way. It's this way!"

"No, Dean, look, I really…I really think that we should…" Sam trailed off as he spotted Virgil. "Dean!"

"You think you can run?" Virgil growled. He put a hand on Dean's forehead, intending to smite him, but nothing happened.

"No!" Sam yelled.

"Sorry, dude." Dean shrugged. "Mojo-free zone." He added before he punched Virgil.

"No magic in the house." Sam agreed.

"Which makes you nothing but a dick," Dean added.

"You know, I oversee all the stunts, coordinate all the fights," Lou smirked at the woman he was talking to.

"That's exciting." The woman smiled flirtatiously. She gestured to where Sam and Dean were punching Virgil. "Is that one of yours, then?"

Lou looked over at the fight and his face fell. "Guys!" He called his stuntmen over.

"Not good! Not good!" Kevin exclaimed as he ran towards the scene.

"No, no, no!" Sam yelled as he was pulled off of Virgil. "Stop! You don't understand! No, no, no!" He fought against them. Virgil quickly grabbed the key from Sam's pocket.

"You're dead, Virgil!" Dean threatened. "Virgil! I'm gonna break your friggin' neck!"

~/~\~

Lorelei ran over to Sam and Dean. Her brows were furrowed in both confusion and worry. She stopped in front of Dean and looked him over to make sure he wasn't injured.

"Jensen, I heard what happened…" Lorelei trailed off. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"He came at me first…" Dean defended weakly.

Lorelei shook her head and gently took his face in her hands. "That doesn't give you the right to beat him up, Jen." She chastised. "Security would have dealt with it…" She added as she checked his face for injuries. "Are you okay?"

Dean pursed his lips and pried her hands off of his face. "Look, lady, I need you to back off." He replied bluntly. "I have work to do. Important work."

Lorelei's expression changed from worry to pure hurt. "What the hell is wrong with you recently?" She asked, her lip quivering slightly. "It's like I don't even know you." She murmured before she turned away and quickly walked off.

Sam looked at Dean and raised a brow. "Really? You had to snap at her like that?"

"I just wanna get the hell out of here," Dean replied. "Huh…Maybe Virgil's got a way to get back." He changed the subject. "I mean, he broke through and all."

"Or he has no juice here, and now he's stuck, like us." Sam sighed.

"Yeah, either way, I want to finish kicking his ass," Dean grumbled.

~/~\~

Bob rushed over to Sam and Dean. "There you are, guys!" He exclaimed. "You got a minute?"

Sam paused. "Actually, we're—we're looking for, uh—

"For that extra you tried to kill?" Bob cut him off. "So, is it money? Is this the kind of act that goes away if we can scare up some coverage on a raise?"

Dean scoffed. "More money? You already pay these two jokers enough as it is."

"Yeah." Sam agreed.

"Because I'd like to think that over these years, we've grown closer," Bob replied. "That you don't think of me as 'director Bob' or 'executive producer Bob Singer', but as 'Uncle Bob'."

Sam's brows furrowed. "Wait, you're kidding." He replied. "So, the character in the show, Bobby Singer—

"What kind of douchebag names a character after himself?" Dean scoffed.

Sam shook his head. "Oh, that's not right."

Bob sighed deeply. "Okay, guys, let's begin again."

"Yeah." Sam and Dean replied in unison.

"You know, I don't think Virgil would have shagged out of here without getting his mitts on that key," Dean said.

"Yeah. Yeah, I agree." Sam replied.

"Guys…You can't come to work on poppers and smuggle kidneys in from Mexico and make up your own lines as you go!" Bob exclaimed. "You cannot make up your own lines! Good God, what about your careers?"

"You know what?" Sam retorted. "Screw our careers, Bob."

Bob went wide-eyed in disbelief. "What?!"

"You heard my brother." Dean narrowed his eyes. "That's right, I said 'brother'. 'Cause you know what, Bob? We're not actors. We're hunters. We're the Winchesters. Always have been, and always will be. And where we're from, people don't know who we are." He explained. "But you know what? We mattered in that world. In fact, we even saved the son of a bitch once or twice. And yeah, okay, here maybe there's some—some fans who give a crap about this nonsense."

Bob frowned. "I wouldn't call it nonsense."

"But, Bob Singer—if that even is your name—tell me this, what does it all mean?" Dean asked.

Bob nodded. "Okay. This is good. I mean, we've all had our psychotic breaks, right? I can work with this."

Sam rummaged through his jacket pockets and frowned. "Dean. Virgil…I think he has the key."

Dean pursed his lips and nodded. "We quit." He told Bob, who looked panicked.

~/~\~

Sam and Dean were in the Padalecki mansion.

"Maybe we can get on the police dispatch system," Sam suggested.

"Put out an APB on Virgil." Dean nodded. "Might work, if he stays obvious."

"It's not like we have a lot of time." Sam sighed.

Genevieve and Lorelei were in tears as they ran towards Sam and Dean.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Genevieve sobbed.

"What?" Sam asked, concerned.

"Misha!" Lorelei cried. "He's been stabbed to death!"

Sam and Dean looked at each other and then the distraught women. "Where?" they asked at the same time.

Genevieve and Lorelei looked at the two men like they were crazy. "Where?!" Genevieve and Lorelei exclaimed incredulously.

~/~\~

"Yeah, yeah, Raphael." The homeless man said. "Like the ninja turtle. He was calling someone named Raphael, up in heaven. Yeah, yeah. That's right. The—the scary man killed the attractive crying man, and then he started to pray." He recalled. "And the strange part—after a while, I s-swear I heard the voice, answering."

"What did it say?" Sam asked.

"Well, it didn't make any sense." The homeless man shrugged.

"Try us." Dean pressed.

"The voice said, for Virgil 'to return tomorrow' at the place where he crossed over, 'at the time of the crossing'." The homeless man replied. "And Raphael would 'reach through the window and take him and the key home'."

"Uh, okay." Dean nodded. "Hey, thank you." He added, handing the man 50 Canadian dollars.

"Uh…Dean, if Virgil gets back with that key, Cas is dead, and our world is toast." Sam noted.

"Well, then we stop him. I mean, how bad can an angel with no wings be?"

~/~\~

Sam and Dean were on the Supernatural set.

"You know that if we drop Virgil, get the key, then this might be it," Dean said. "We might be stuck here."

Sam shook his head. "No, we'll figure out a way back."

Dean shifted slightly. "I don't know, Sam…You have a pretty good life here."

Sam's brows furrowed. "What? Dean, our friends are back there. Angie is back there."

Dean nodded. "I know. And I understand, believe me. But, the hits have been coming since you were six months old—

"I don't want this life, Dean." Sam cut him off. "I don't care about the money…and I don't want to be married to Ruby. I love Angie, and yeah, we don't live a normal life by any means…but I can't imagine it without her."

Dean smiled slightly and nodded. "Yeah, she really keeps us on our toes." He replied. "Alright, let's get our crazy show back home."

~/~\~

"I don't think we have gunfire on the call sheet today, hmm?" Kevin asked.

Suddenly, Virgil stormed onto the set and proceeded to shoot the crew. Screams erupted throughout the set.

"Hey!" Sam yelled.

Dean lunged at Virgil and punched him. Sam joined the fight and took the key back from Virgil.

"Dean! Got it!" Sam exclaimed. He frowned when he noticed the glowing sigil on the window. "Raphael. Run!"

Sam and Dean suddenly flew backwards through the window.

~/~\~

Sam and Dean appeared outside of a cheap looking motel. Raphael was there, possessing a middle-aged woman.

"You two…Have the strangest luck." Raphael commented.

"Raphael?" Dean raised a brow. "Nice meat suit. Dude looks like a lady."

Raphael squeezed her fist and caused Sam and Dean to bend over in pain. "The key." She said as she picked it up from the ground.

Balthazar suddenly appeared with a smirk on his face. "And that will open you a locker at the Albany bus station."

"Really." Raphael narrowed her eyes.

"You see, I needed a modest decoy to make it more convincing," Balthazar replied.

"Give me the weapons," Raphael demanded.

"Sorry, darling." Balthazar shrugged. "They're gone."

"What?!" Raphael roared.

"I said, too bloody late," Balthazar replied. "You see, they were so well-hidden that I needed time to find them. So, I volunteered these two marmosets for a game of fetch with Virgil. You two were an adequate stick. Thank you." He smiled slightly. "Thank you, boys."

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

"Oh, I've got a few more up my sleeve, honey," Balthazar smirked.

Castiel appeared next to the Winchesters. "Step away from him, Raphael." He demanded. "I have the weapons. Their power is with me."

"Castiel." Raphael greeted.

"If you don't want to die tonight, back off," Castiel warned.

Raphael stood for a moment with an icy glare before she eventually disappeared.

"Well, Cas…" Balthazar said. "Now that you have your sword, try not to die by it." He added before he disappeared as well.

Castiel brought the brothers back to Bobby's house.

~/~\~

Angela was sitting at Bobby's kitchen table, worrying her lip with her teeth. Her head snapped up when she heard the familiar flutter of wings.

"Sam! Dean!" She exclaimed as she stood up. She ran over and threw herself into Sam's arms.

Sam tightly wrapped his arms around her and buried his face into the crook of her neck. "God, I am beyond happy to see you." He mumbled.

"I was so worried about you guys," Angela replied. "Bobby and I came home, and y-you guys were gone…What the hell happened?"

"It's a long, long story." Dean sighed. "But damn, it's good to see you, kiddo."

Sam pulled away from Angela and rounded on Castiel. "Cas, what the hell?" He asked. "Wait, wait, you were in on this, using us as a diversion?"

"It was Balthazar's plan," Castiel admitted. "I would have done the same thing."

"That's not comforting, Cas." Dean sighed.

"When will I be able to make you understand?" Castiel asked, frustration clear in his voice. "If I lose against Raphael, we all lose. Everything."

"Yeah, Cas. We know the stakes. That's about all you've told us!" Dean snapped.

"I'm sorry about all of this," Castiel replied sincerely. "I'll explain when I can." He added before disappearing.

"Friggin' angels," Dean grumbled.

Sam knocked on the kitchen wall. "Solid." He sighed in relief. "It's real. Nice."

"Yeah." Dean sighed. "Yeah, real, moldy, termite-eaten home sweet home. Chock full of crap that wants to skin you. Oh, and, uh, we're broke again."

Sam wrapped an arm around Angela's waist and pulled her close to him. "Yeah. But, hey…I wouldn't have it any other way."

Angela rested her head on Sam's upper arm. "You know, you're gonna have to tell me what happened eventually."

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela had collectively decided to stay at Bobby's for the night. Sam and Angela were in one of the guest rooms.

Angela had her head on Sam's chest and her finger traces lazy patterns across his skin. "So, Balthazar sent you to an alternate universe where our lives were a TV show…?"

Sam nodded and rubbed the small of her back lazily. "Yeah, it was crazy." He muttered. "The actress who played you was married to the actor who played Dean. His name was Jensen Ackles…"

"Jensen? What kind of name is that?" Angela scoffed. "You said the actor who played you was named Jared Padalecki...Was he married?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, yeah, he was married to the actress who played Ruby…"

"Really?" Angela raised a brow.

"Nothing happened. Promise." Sam assured with a small smile.

Angela nodded. "I know. I trust you, Sammy." She replied. "So, you gave up all that money and that picture-perfect life, so you could come back to me?"

"Well, yeah," Sam replied obviously. "I don't care about money. And if I had a picture-perfect life, I'd want to have it with you."

Angela leaned up and kissed him sweetly. "I love you."

Sam kissed back immediately, having missed the feeling of her lips against his. "I love you too." He murmured. "Also, I have to say, seeing someone who looked exactly like you all over Dean…It was beyond weird."

"Mmm, well, I am all yours, Sam Winchester," Angela replied. "Promise."

Sam swiftly pulled Angela on top of him and she straddled his hips. "Oh yeah?" He smirked. "Do you mind, uh, proving it?" He asked seductively.

Angela smirked back at him and leaned down to kiss him deeply. "I have all night to prove it to you, baby."

A/N: Guys! I am so, so proud of this chapter :) I loved writing it and I hope you enjoyed reading it. I've really been trying to work on my writing technique, and while it still needs a lot of work, I think it's getting better. And thank you so, so much for all your feedback recently! It means so much to me :) Love y'all.

~Emily