Outside they could hear the muffled voices of Cas and Bobby. "Bobby? What is going on? Who are Jensen, Misha and Jim? And why would you call 'cut', whatever that is?" Cas sounded worried. "I don't know, Cas. Ever since they got thrown through my livin'room window, they've been acting weird." Jared giggled. "Acting..." he snorted softly. "... if only they knew." Jensen glared at him. "Shut up, Jared. Trying to listen!" he hissed. "It's getting worse, Bobby. Now Dean is talking to a Jared, and I can only sense two people in there." Jared was biting his lip and his hazel eyes twinkled with mirth. Jensen looked at his face and his applegreen eyes started to crinkle at the edges, as the humour of the situation began to become clear to him.
"Cas, they've been calling themselves that. Dean keeps calling his brother Jared, or even a Padalecki, whatever the Hell that is." Jensen bit his cheeks. "And Sam... He calls Dean Jensen. Or a Disney princess, what is that about?"Jared bit his lip not to laugh and Jensen sank to the floor his own fist jammed in his mouth. He bit down hard and tears of laughter were streaming from his eyes. "I'm worried about my boys, Cas. Could you check them out?" That sobered Jensen up. "Awe Hell no! I'm not letting an angel take my temperature!" A polite knock on the door. "Dean? Please. I will not take your temperature, I promise. I just need to see if you have not sufferd any brain damage." Jared burst out laughing, while Jensen shot him a poisonous glare. "I'm fine, Cas. Maybe you should look at Jar... Sam first." The door squeaked and swung open.
"Come on out, boys. It's not polite to eavesdrop." Bobby said. Jensen glared at him. "You were doing it too." Realising how childish that sounded, he shut up and stepped out the panicroom. "I swear, actual five year olds!" Bobby muttered, rolling his eyes. Jared got up and limped towards the door. "He has a point, Bobby." he said, as he hoisted his large frame through the door. "Shut up, you. You're just as bad. Now let Cas give you a once over, just to make sure." Jensen swallowed hard and stepped up to the trenchcoated angel.
"Heya, Cas." he mumbled. "Hello, Dean" Cas tilted his head. "Something is different about you. You are you, but not really." Jensen uneasily looked over his shoulder to Jared. "Really? That's weird. Why don't you heal that cut Jar... Sammy has, first. Then you can see if my egg is scrambled, allright?" Cas looked doubtful. "I have no desire to look at any eggs, Dean. I wish to see if you have injured your brain." Jared giggled, earning him a deathglare from Jensen. "What? The angel is funny!" Cas frowned at him. "I see your point, Dean. I will have to check your brother first. This is not how he usually behaves. Come Sam, I will heal that cut, and check your brain for injuries too." He stepped up to Jared, who was biting his lip again. Cas put his hand on Jared's head and a blueish light shone from the fingertips.