Dean never believed in all of his fights with Hell, Heaven and everything in between he'd ever find something like this.
The Peak turned out to be a hollowed out mountain modeled similar to the Bunker.
The place was massive with multiple levels and a spiral staircase in the middle that grew with each level. They connected bridges that dived into the walls of the mountain and beyond. The walls were painted in thousands of protective sigils and some of them Dean didn't even recognize. The entire place was lit with a combination of electrical lights, candles and finally a massive opening at the very top. Scattered along each level were hundreds of people, all of them rushing back and forth, most of them carrying weapons.
He watched in amazement as people slowed and stared at the Impala.
He looked to Sam who also looked away from the stares as they pulled into a small parking lot, away from the main room.
Meanwhile Sam was feeling worse and worse.
The people who stared, they looked at him with a mix of reverence and fear. It was as if they wanted to love him, to follow him, but they already knew what he had done, so they were afraid, they were angry.
Sam looked down, knowing that they were probably right. With Jared and Jensen playing their lives on prime time, everyone already knew how screwed up the Winchesters were.
He glanced at Dean as his older brother also looked away from the massive crowd that had surrounded them.
"C'mon," Kay said as she parked the Impala next to a 2008 black Charger.
The boys, Jared and Jensen followed her as she parted the crowd.
"Alright everyone get back, get back. Nothing to see here! Keep moving!"
"Oh my God."
"Is anyone at the Hilton?"
"Is that Jensen?"
"Did you hear what happened at Comic Con?"
"Why are the stunt doubles here?"
"What is Jared Padalecki doing here?"
"I heard the Illuminati started it?"
"Where are the others?"
Sam glanced at Jared who smiled and waved to the people. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Wasn't it obvious that this crowd weren't simple fans vying for a picture and an autograph? Why was he acting like this was another panel?
He looked at him again, noticing a shine in his eyes. Then he understood, Jared was an actor. Whatever was happening, he had to pretend it didn't bother him. Jared suffered from depression, and anxiety went hand in hand with that. Jared had no idea what was going on, he was just trying to hold himself together probably.
Kay led the four of them between the whispering crowd and up the stairs to a small room.
"Wait here," She said, leaving the four of them alone.
The four boys stood awkwardly, glancing out the massive window that overlooked the mountain below and drumming their fingers on the table. Jensen eventually collapsed into a chair, exhausted.
"Hey man, you good?" Jared asked.
"Ya, just..." Jensen licked his lips, sighing.
"Ya man I know," Jared nodded.
Dean narrowed his eyes, seeing how the 2 actors interacted, they weren't brothers at all but the way the two looked at each other and constantly put an arm or a hand on the other, made him rethink what he knew.
"Hey I thought you two didn't talk?" Dean asked.
"Didn't talk?" Jensen asked, raising an eyebrow, "Who gave you that idea?"
"When we switched places before… everyone went about as if you hated each other," Sam explained.
"What? No," Jared shook his head, "We had one fight, we didn't talk a whole lot for like maybe a day. We got over it pretty quick. We're like brothers."
"Heh, funny," Dean snorted, "We've had our share of fights and we are brothers."
"Ya," Jensen grinned, "We know, we've acted it out."
"I'm sorry," Sam said, "You shouldn't have to be us, it's messed up."
"To us, it was just a script," Jared explained, "Like we said in the car, we saw the characters growth and potential. As individuals and as brothers."
"What do you think is going to happen now?" Jensen asked.
"No clue," Dean shrugged, "We need to find Cas though."
"And his twin," Sam added.
"Misha," Jared supplied, "Hopefully they'll be ok."
"I'm sure they are," Jensen said.
"Better be," Dean growled.
"Regardless, we should go over what we know," Sam said, "Do you guys know anything about the Order of Three or the Illuminati?"
"Only that the Illuminati is a Hollywood myth," Jensen shrugged, "But no one ever actually believed it."
"Supposedly it's a group of celebrities that manipulate society, everything from politics to health care to the latest Iphone," Jared explained, "But like Jensen said, no one actually believes it."
"I'm going out on a limb and say that is not what this is," Dean said.
"Definitely not."
"So there's nothing you can tell us about this?" Sam asked.
"I was hoping you could," Jared said, "You guys did come from another dimension. Where all of this fantasy supernatural stuff is real."
"Monsters are real," Sam nodded, "Alternate realities? Not so much."
"Of course now that's not even fake," Dean groaned, "Starting to wonder what can't be real."
"Whatever is happening," Jensen said, "Can you tell us anything?"
Before either of the Winchesters could answer, the door opened and in walked three people.
One was Kay, no longer dressed in loose jeans and a T Shirt but tight black jeans, a black long sleeved shirt with a black leather jacket. Her short brown hair was pulled back in a tight bun and her dark brown eyes were narrowed and full of fire.
On her right was an older pale woman with long blonde hair, dressed in a dark blue catsuit with a gun strapped to her waist. Her blue eyes were cold and calculating, betraying no emotion in them.
On the other side of Kay was a young man about her age He was dressed in black slacks and a white button up shirt. Underneath his shirt was the bulge of a bullet proof vest and he had a belt with multiple shaped knives hanging off of it.
"That would be a question we all need answers to," Kay said simply, "These are two of our council members, Lessandra and Tye. They'll be the ones helping you oversee things. I've also inquired about Misha and Castiel. Both will be here any minute."
"A pleasure," Lessandra, the older woman shook hands with all four of the boys, "I'm honored to meet you."
"We would just like to say, thank you for coming to our aid," Tye replied, "We know you didn't have to."
"Ya well we kinda did," Dean shrugged, shaking hands, "Can't let them have all the fun."
"So I'm sorry to be rude, but what about our families?" Jared asked, "My wife and kids..."
"Safe," Sann nodded, "We have people watching them right now. If the Illuminati get within 100 feet of them, we'll know."
"You aren't bringing them here?" Jensen asked, "Dannel, the babies..."
"Safe, I assure you," He insisted, "We can't risk any others coming here. We present a big enough target as it it. If The Peak were compromised..."
Jensen nodded, licking his lip again.
"Hey, they'll be safe," Sam said, "It looks like they know what they're doing."
"Trust me, we do." Lessandra said gruffly, "Now, about the real Winchesters, Kay tells me you speak with the true Balthazar?"
"Ya," Dean nodded, "Turns out he skipped town during one of our many apocalypses and has been hanging here with you."
"He said he got into some trouble and now magic is real here, whereas it used to be fake," Sam explained.
"With true blood spilt, may all incantations become real as the ground we tread on," Kay said, "It's part of the prophecy."
"Ya about that," Dean asked, "What is the prophecy?"
"That's something that can be discussed at another time," Lessandra said, "I'd like to discuss what else he told you."
"That's all he told us," Dean said, "Just that he got into trouble and of course it's up to us."
"Always the Winchesters saving the world huh?" Jared asked.
Sam grinned as the three glared at them. He had to give it to his brother to be a smart ass.