THe drive was uneventful.

The drive was long.

The drive was not quiet.

Sam sat behind Dean who was in the passenger seat next to Kay who sat in front of Jensen who had sat next to Jared.

Who alternated between long shocked stares and a never ending stream of questions.

"So you're telling me that Sam and Dean Winchester are real people?"

"Do we look like ghosts?" Dean snapped.

"We thought cosplayers," Jensen shrugged, "We never thought..."

"Well you thought wrong!" Dean growled.

"Look I get it, this is freaking you out. It's freaking us out too," Sam said, "But you have to believe us."

"Believe you? You're telling us there's another reality where our TV characters are real and everything that we act out and use special effects actually exist for you? That's insane," Jensen shook his head.

"This reminds of that dream," Jared said, "Where it was all real. But that was just a dream."

"It wasn't a dream. I think Balthazar switched our roles," Sam said.

"Ya and by the way soap operas are not the way to go!" Dean added.

"That was the nineties!" Jensen snapped, "It doesn't count!"

"Look it doesn't matter!" Sam said, "We need to go back to the hotel and find Cas."

"We aren't going back," Kay said.

"Excuse me?" Dean growled, "Cas and his doppelganger are there! With all those freaking nut jobs!"

"The hotel was an extraction point," She snapped, "Not a safe house! A safe house is where we're going!"

"You're sure?" Sam asked.

"She better be sure," Dean growled.

"Look Misha was already attacked by some crazy fan a couple years back! We can't let that happen again!" Jared protested.

"It won't," Kay snapped, "Ever heard of a Draught spell?"

"No."

"Well it is a very, very powerful spell that puts you in pretty much a coma. If you don't shut up I'm going to practice it on you, for the first time ever!"

"Jesus," Jensen breathed, "Wait a minute..."

"No we have not met Jesus," Sam shook his head.

"So are Rob and Richard..." Jensen asked.

"Really God and Gabriel? Yup." Dean nodded, "They act like it here though."

"Kings of Con," Jared shrugged, "They have to be like that. We are actors here you know."

"Ya speaking of..." Sam fidgeted in the tiny backseat, "I'm sorry about all of that crap."

"What do you have to be sorry about?" Jared asked.

"Pretending to be me? It couldn't have been easy..."

"Sure it was hard but I love being you," Jared grinned.

"Wait? What?" Sam asked, taken aback.

"Sure you've had your ups and downs. Probably way more brutal downs then what I can read in a script but dude you have such an incredible strength for fighting through all of that. It's it's just awe inspiring," Jared explained in an awe struck voice.

"Really?" Sam asked, confused, "You think I'm strong? But your depression? Pretending to be me had to have some effect..."

"No," Jared shook his head quickly, "No not at all. Look your story is traumatic but I never believed it. I mean till now. I just saw you as someone who was fighting a good fight. I didn't take the character for the demons or the monsters. I took it because I saw the potential for growth. Sam Winchester is never the same man twice."

Sam looked down, unable to swallow Jared's praises.

It was so strange.

He was looking into a mirror, albeit with a beard and a beanie but the eyes in the actor were the same ones he saw in the mirror and the earnest tone in his voice that everything would be ok, well that was the same voice he used on himself almost daily.

Jared shut his eyes, trying to think, he couldn't comprehend the madness.

Not that he wasn't used to crazy things, hell he lived in a cage with Lucifer for over 100 years, he had died half a dozen times, he traveled to this reality and seen his mother brought back to life. But seeing essentially himself as an actor who went through none of that?

It was jarring.

Jared was an actor. He memorized lines and wore makeup. When he "died" he stood up and laughed about it. He could go home to a real house and live with a beautiful wife and his kids.

Sam shook his head and looked out the window.

A family.

As much as he wanted to he knew he could never have what Jared had.

"Quit moping," Kay growled.

Sam raised an eyebrow at her.

"You may have been beaten, tortured and yes even killed and resurrected but you gave a lot of us hope."

"Exactly," Jared nodded, "We didn't know you were real but we acted like you were."

"Did you see that crowd?" Jensen added, "Ignoring the crazy ones, they were all there because of your story."

"They were there because of you," Dean shot back, "Cause everyone knows actors are hot,"

"Hey look in the mirror, you're not that bad yourself," Jensen grinned.

The four of them chuckled as Kay pulled off the highway and down a dark road.

"Ok guys, we need to talk before I take you in," She said throwing the car into neutral.

"What's going on?" Dean asked.

"Inside the Peak, there are thousands of fans. Thousands. Supernatural is a huge but niche show. There are fans from all over the nation in all ages and ethnicities. Not one of them is alike."

"Ok? We deal with that all the time," Jensen shrugged, "You hug them you smile and you have fun."

"Excuse me but did you not see your fans in the convention?" Dean asked, "I got a feeling they're a little rougher then youre average fan."

"Dean's right," Kay said, "Not only that but him and Sam are your exact twins. It's going to be hell. We have to stick together and not allow anyone to take control."

"I thought you said you were the leader?" Sam asked.

"One of them," She said, "The Order is run by a council. However the council is suspended in times of an emergency by certain individuals."

"And who would those individuals be?" Jared asked, biting his lip.

Kay raised an eyebrow and glanced over both actors.

"Are you kidding me?" Dean yelled, "Them?"

"It makes sense," Sam mused, "They are from here. They know this world."

"Wait wait I can't be in charge of some army?" Jensen hook his head, "No, no way. You two. I vote you to replace us."

"That's the idea genius," Kay rolled her eyes, "Of course they came with no beards."

"I have to shave you mean?" Jensen groaned.

"Look the Illuminati want to kill you. You're actors but face it, there's no way you're good enough to act and defend yourself in an emergency. These two on the other hand can."

"SO you'll switch us out?" Jared asked, "Parent Trap?"

"Ugh, Lindsay Lohan sucks," Dean shook his head.

"Not the point," Kay snapped, "You two are gonna have to act a hell of a lot better then Season 6. That episode was a disaster. If there's a problem, you can at least hold them off till we get there."

"So thats the plan?" Jensen asked, "Walk into a secret army of Supernatural fans and switch places with the real Sam and Dean from an alternate reality? And if crap happens let them take the fall?"

"We won't fall," Dean growled.

"We need to stop the Illuminati. This is the best way to catch them. Dangle the boys out they'll come running."

"Can anyone explain why they want to kill us though?" Jared asked, "Cause I'd like to know."

"Not for me to say," Kay shook her head, frowning, "That will be inside."

Jared went to speak but Jensen stopped him with a look. Sam glanced at Dean, noticing a similar look.

Sure these guys may be actors, Dean thought, but they acted a lot like us naturally.

Baby growled and cruised forward as a garage came into view. It sat at the base of a mountain that pointed to the dimming sky. Jensen bit his lip as the bay door rolled up and they were welcomed inside.