Set during 6.15: The French Mistake.

117: Supernatural, Take One

Something had happened. Jane hadn't gone with Sam and Dean on their more recent hunts. She was still using her leg as an excuse though everyone but Sam knew that wasn't her real reason. She just couldn't stomach being around her brother-in-law right now. She knew Sam was back to normal, or as normal as Sam every got but that still did not stop her from very vividly remembering him stabbing her with a screwdriver. Or the way he had said he was going to have to kill her.

Sam had collapsed, according to Dean. Something about remembering being in Hell, burning in Hell. Dean had been frantic, worried the walls were already coming down. Apparently the case they had been working, Sam had been there before. Soulless Sam, who was a son of a bitch with murderous tendencies. That hadn't sounded good.

Eventually, they had made it back home, back to Bobby's.


"Where'd Bobby go?"

Jane looked up from the book she had sort of been reading, eyeballing Sam who was looking out the window a bit apprehensively. It was a pretty crappy night. "He went to town." She said finally.

His nose wrinkled. "In this?"

"Supply run," Dean waved his now empty liqour bottle from his place next to Jane. "We're running dangerously low on hunter's helper."

"Hello boys,"

All eyes turned to Balthazar, who had not been there a literal second ago.

"And lady," He amended with a slight bow to Jane. "Have you ever seen 'the Godfather'?"

"They kill a horse." Jane said flatly, not fully understanding what the Hell he meant but her Knowing had kicked in, triggering the beginning of a lovely migraine. "Whatever you're about to do to them, may I be excused?"

"Such lovely manners, sorry darling."

She was on her feet, watching and half listening as the angel kept on going. She caught bits and pieces, Raphael, Castiel… consolidating strength… on the run. Her head was killing her. It was enough to make her lean into Sam when he offered his physical support as she swayed. "Oh no…" Why… why the Hell were They telling her this? She gathered neither Sam or Dean were hearing what she was, apparently it was mental chit chat going on in her head.

"And… run!"


"Jensen, there you are! Let's get that make-up off of you."

Dean was beyond confused. Balthazar had done something weird and they had gone flying out a window that was not a window. His mind was still trying to play the catch-up game. They were on a movie set? A TV set? He was so confused. Who was Jensen? He was shoved backwards into a chair. "I'm not wearing make-up!" He protested indignantly, sparing a glance at Sam who was being interviewed and was also obviously out of his depth here. "Jane? Where's Jane?!" He ordered, trying to duck the cloth coming at his face.

"Jane?"

"Oh crap, I'm a painted whore!" His eyes were on the cloth, and he had been wearing make-up. Foundation, that's what it was called. Jane had a bottle of some of that shit, she hardly ever wore it. "My wife!"

"Ellie?" Make-up lady was looking confused.

Who the Hell was Ellie?


Jane was Ellie, short for Eleanor. Now, in her actual world, Eleanor was her middle name. Apparently, in this alternate reality where she was a TV actor, it was her actual name. At least she was consistent, she still refused to go by it. Ellie was better. Jane had no idea where Sam and Dean were, but she figured Dean was panicking and Sam was probably assessing the situation. Given that they had been thrown into TV Land before, by Loki, or Gabriel, this wasn't too much for her to digest. Weird was just becoming the normal again.

And… Angels were dicks. Angels were great big stupid dicks. Castiel was also in the category of great big stupid dicks.

Once she managed to escape the set, her first priority was to find her boys, or Jensen and Jared… Jensen was Dean's name in this reality, she had giggled a lot. Not so much at the Ackles, Jane Ackles just didn't sound right to her. She hadn't strayed far from the set, wondering just why she hadn't shown up in this reality with them. She had heard the commotion going on, spotted Dean and then been ushered off to go over changes in her script, which hadn't been as fun as she had always imagined acting to be.

Cursing under her breath, she spotted the pair out in the lot, Dean looked ready to have a meltdown as he stared at the multiple versions of Baby. All of them looked to be in various conditions, mud on a few, one looked like it had been blown up… Sighing, she wrapped her arms around herself as she slowly walked up to them. "What are you two doing?" She demanded. "Those are props."

"Sweetheart," Dean snatched her up, kissed her and then held her out at arm's length. "Right?"

"Well, I'm your Jane, but I have no idea if I'm your Ellie."

Dean's eyes narrowed slightly as he took in her hands, not spotting her wedding ring. Not the one he had given her anyway. She was sporting a very shiny, very gold, very guady ring that someone had given her. Complete with a large rock he couldn't ever afford in this lifetime or the next. "Well…" He said slowly, next glancing at his own hand. He wasn't wearing a ring, there wasn't even a hint of a ring line or anything. "You're definitely someone's Ellie."

When Castiel and Balthazar were done with their weapons bullshit, she was skinning her some angels.

"Jane, do you have any idea what's going on?" Sam asked quietly, trying to ignore the speculating, incredulous looks they were receiving from a few people. "Uh… getting anything?" He tapped the side of his head.

"No." Not that she had bothered trying. She wasn't entirely sure how it would work.

Magic free zone….

That's what Balthazar had whispered in her head. She could very clearly remember Castiel's own advice and warning.

She was definitely skinning him first.