"Oh, hey. At least my Baby made it" At least one thing in this crazy world didn't suck. Then suddenly the impala was splattered with mud. "Oh god Sammy what is with this damn place?"

"I know it sucks Dean but we need to find out a way to actually leave so yeah, the impala is kinda the least of our worries"

Dean started to back up still watching the impala and noticing a few more scattered around in various states of disrepair. Dean continued to back up and crashed into someone. "Hey are you freaking blind or somet..." He started to turn around and was met with very familiar almost shimmering blue eyes. "Cas, personal space" Dean joked and then pulled the angel into a tight hug.

"it is pleasant to see you Dean"

"So Cas how do we get out of this crazy world? I don't like having to wear all this makeup crap and we have to get back and stop Virgil, so yeah we need your help"

"Ok Jensen I may be a decent actor but I'm not actually magic you know" Misha grinned at him.

"Who the hell are you? You're not Cas"

"Jensen are you alright? Do you feel ill or something? You know I'm Misha we've been working together for years now. Has he hit his head or something Jared?" Sam stood oblivious to the fact he was supposed to be Jared. "Jared? What's with you guys? Are you playing a trick on me?"

It clicked to Sam that he must be Jared, "Oh yeah sorry Misha it's just been a long day, you know?" Misha nodded at him.

"It has been a long day, I was starting to worry for a second that you guys had lost it" Misha chuckled "I thought you'd gone kinda like Cas in his honey making days" Dean frowned, he didn't like it that this guy was making a joke about Cas, Cas losing his mind was not funny to him, he doesn't know why it should be funny to this Misha guy.

"I think me and Jared are gonna go home now Misha" Dean nearly growled "It has been fun and all but yeah, bye"

"Oh okay well I'll see you at home Jensen and I'll see you tomorrow Jared, say hi to Genevieve for me"

Sam ushered Dean away before Dean could react to the 'see you at home' comment. "What the hell does he mean see you at home? Don't tell me I live with that guy, that would officially make this place worse than hell"

"I think you're being a bit dramatic Dean, Misha doesn't seem so bad"

"Oh great so you're all friendly with 'Misha' now are you Sammy?"

"No I just mean we won't be here long will we Dean? Just suck it up, anyway I've gotta say hi to Genevieve for him and I don't even know who she is"

"I don't think we should split up, I think we should stay together then find some way to leave this damn place"

"Maybe we could do that but Dean we don't even know where we are, we don't even have a car" Just at that moment Sam's (technically Jared's) phone started to ring. He looked confused for a moment, then saw the name Genevieve and answered it. "Hi Genevieve" He said in a slightly unsure tone.

"Since when do you call me Genevieve, Jared?" He knew the voice instantly, it was Ruby!

"Ruby?!"

"Jared I told you please stop making that joke it's just not funny anymore, anyway don't forget I need you home in half an hour, we have a dinner to go to"

"I didn't forget don't worry, see you soon Gen" He took a guess and assumed that is what Jared would call her, it seemed like a sensible nickname for her so.

"Don't be late" She said and then hung up the phone.

"Well it doesn't look like I can stay with you Dean, Ruby just called me"

"What did you just say?" Dean said doing a double take

"I think Ruby, well Ruby's actress might be my girlfriend, she was telling me not to be late 'cause were going out for a dinner"

"Oh well thanks a bunch Sam, you run off with the demon bitch from hell and I'll just mooch around alone, thanks man"

"Dean as much as you don't like it we are going to have to play along with this until we know what else to do, I will research tonight I promise and I'm assuming we have each others numbers in our phones seen as we work together so I can call you" Sam pulled the phone out again and looked through the names "See Jensen" he pointed to his phone. "Check yours"

Dean grabbed the phone from his pocket and checked in the phone "Yeah you're in here, I still don't like this" Dean kept scrolling and found Misha's name with a smiley face next to it.

"See Dean you must like that guy really you gave him a smiley face" Sam struggled to keep back a small chuckle, earning him a glare from Dean.

A guy they didn't recognise came over to them, "Erm sorry to interrupt guys but your drivers are waiting"

"Oh right well thanks, cmon Jared" Dean said practically pulling Sam behind him. They made their way towards the exit from the set and found two identical black cars, each with its own driver. "Great so I guess this is where we have to split then, you had better find out how to get us out of this Sammy"

"I will Dean, I swear" Then both Winchesters got into the separate cars and went off in their own directions.

Dean's driver pulled up in front of a fairly large and modern looking house. "There you go , I will pick you up for work again in the morning"

"Yeah thanks man, cya then" Dean said trying to get out of the car without making a fool of himself. Dean walked up the drive to the front door and fumbled in his pocket for his keys (that he hoped would be there), thankfully he found them and after a few failed attempts with different keys he finally managed to get in. He wondered in to the hall and was actually pleased by what he saw, the house wasn't modern on the inside, it had kind of a log cabin kind of feel, wooden floors, tartan pillows, that kind of stuff. He carried on walking and went further into the living room, he saw a corner in the living room with a big comfy stair, a vinyl player next to it and shelves full of vinyl. For the first time since he had been here he thought that it might not actually be so bad.

After he had explored the rest of the house Dean decided to take a shower and put on some clean clothes, figuring that it might help him destress after the strange day he was having. He turned on the shower, threw off his jacket, peeled off his tshirt and removed the rest of his clothes. The water was perfect, just the right heat and just enough water. He wondered how he would ever live with another shower again after he had found the perfect one. After he was done he grabbed a towel and wrapped it roughly around his waist and started to walk into the bedroom, once again he crashed into someone.

"For the love of god do you ever look where you are going?" He practically shouted when he realised it was Misha he had banged into, for the second time today. "When did you even get back here?!"

"Pretty sure you banged into me both times" Misha laughed. God that guy is so happy and Dean can't stand it, he's not like Cas even though he looked identical.

"Just watch where you're going" Dean huffed. In the confusion and shock of knocking himself and Misha on their asses Dean had forgotten that he was wearing a towel, or at least was. The towel had now moved and was barely wrapped around his thighs. He grabbed the towel and pulled it up and stormed into the bedroom leaving Misha sat on the floor still trying not to burst out laughing.

Dean dared to venture downstairs and look for food, he was getting hungry, he couldn't remember the last time he had eaten. He crept down to the kitchen trying to avoid making noise to he wouldn't have to have an awkward conversation with Misha. After grabbing an armful of crisps, chocolate and an apple pie he found in the fridge he made his way back upstairs quickly only to be interrupted by Misha again. "You know if you're hungry I can cook for you, I normally do don't I?" Misha spoke in a friendly tone.

"I'm fine" Dean continued to be in a huff with Misha, truth is he was only annoyed at Misha because he was so different to Cas, seeing Cas' body was making him miss Cas and worry that he might not see Cas again if they can't get back to their own world. He stared at Misha and saw the slightly disappointed look on his face.

"Have I done something wrong today Jensen? You seem to be really upset with everything I do" Seeing the sad look on his face was too much for Dean to resist.

"No I'm sorry Mish, I just didn't feel too good but now you mention it I could go for some food" Dean gave him a small smile.

"Oh great" Misha beamed "I know just what to make" He ran down to the kitchen and Dean followed him. While Cas was preparing food Dean put all the food away he was going to stash upstairs. He put the pie in the fridge with a mental note that he would have to eat it later.

"So what're we having?" Dean asked trying to make polite conversation.

"Steak pie and fries" Dean's mouth started to water, he hoped Misha was a good cook cause he could really go for some good steak pie.

Dean had cleaned his plate of everything "God that was good pie" Dean smiled appreciatively at Misha.

"I know we should probably clean up but what do you say we just grab that apple pie and go watch a movie in the living room or something?" Misha suggested. Dean couldn't lie that did actually sound nice and if he wasn't gonna see real Cas for a while he guessed he didn't see the harm in spending time with fake Cas.

"Sure, I'll grab the pie and you grab the movie" Misha chose some movie Dean hadn't heard of but he didn't care, he was enjoying the company and the pie. Mid way through the movie when the pie had been eaten (Dean did share some of it with Misha, even though it was a damn good apple pie) Dean leant back onto the comfy sofa cushions and gradually Misha lowered his head so it was resting on Dean's shoulder. It shocked Dean at first but he decided he didn't mind it too much, it was warm and pleasant. As the movie went on Misha was still laid, head on Dean's shoulder and Dean's head was just touching the top of Misha's head. "Well I guess it's time for bed or something" Dean said. Misha yawned.

"I guess so, it is pretty late" Misha sat up and stretched, before getting to his feet and flicking off the TV before heading upstairs. Dean followed shortly after and got undressed down to his boxers and got into bed. He was asleep in no time.

"Jensen?" A small whisper awoke Dean.

"Huh, what, Jensen?" It took Dean a moment to register where he was. He looked and saw Misha stood next to the bed. "Misha?"

"I know this is gonna sound weird but I think I heard someone downstairs and I'm pretty freaked out." This made Dean more alert, he could tell Misha was shaken.

"I'll check, you stay right here" Dean pulled himself out of bed and went to investigate. After a good look around he found no one there, no doors open, no smashed windows, not a thing out of place. He came back upstairs. "I can't see anyone, I've checked everything, maybe it was a bad dream?"

"I guess so, I feel kinda stupid now, I'm sorry for disturbing you" Misha went to make his way back to his own room but Dean could tell he was still freaked out.

"Look Misha why don't you stay in here with me for tonight?" Dean didn't see a problem with it, he had slept in beds with Sam before when they couldn't get more than one hotel room or whatever.

"Really? Are you sure?" Dean nodded at Misha "Okay but erm one more thing, do you mind if I don't sleep in my dressing gown? It's too warm for it in bed" Dean nodded again, he was slightly more uncomfortable with the fact that he would be sleeping next to a guy when they were both wearing boxers but he could handle it. Misha undid the dressing gown and slid it off of his shoulders. Dean tried not to stare, he really did but it was like seeing Cas in his boxers. Dean's eyes travelled up Misha's body from his surprisingly shapely legs to his toned stomach and to his shoulders, that were slightly narrower than he imagined (guess the trench coat made them look broader) and finally up to his eyes. The eyes were just like Cas'. Misha noticed Dean looking and tilted his head to one side in a confused fashion. God he looks just like Cas. Misha flicked the light off and slipped into bed. Dean tried to keep his mind from wondering but he couldn't forget what he had just seen, the smooth chest, the strong hip bones, the eyes and the plump bottom lip. Without thinking he wrapped his arms around Misha. Misha turned around to face him so their noses were touching.

"Jensen, I've wanted to do this for a long time" As he whispered that Misha closed the short gap between them and pressed his lips to Dean's.

"Misha I can't let you do this. I'm not Jensen, I'm Dean. The actual Dean, we have been sent through into this world" From what he could see of Misha's face, he looked confused.

"But that's not possible, is it?"

"I am telling you the truth Misha, please believe me"

"But if you're Dean where's Jensen?"

"I guess he's gone through into my world for now, but he will be safe, my Cas will keep him safe"

"Your Cas? You mean you and Castiel are? Ya know?"

"No"

"Then why did you just decided to cuddle up to me? That would've made sense if you were missing Cas, I mean I look like him don't I?"

"I don't know I just couldn't help myself"

"You love Cas" Dean nodded.

"You love Jensen" Misha nodded. "You know we should probably tell them at some point"

"I think we should but what do we do now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well when will we ever get this opportunity again? If you don't get Cas and I don't get Jensen we will have to go forever without knowing what it would've been like. I'm not suggesting anything too far but I wouldn't mind at least kissing you again" Misha confessed to Dean. Dean wrapped his arms back around Misha and Misha held on to Dean's arms, his hand covering the handprint that real Cas had made, their lips met again and they laid there for hours like that comforting each other and feeling content in the fact that even if it's for a while they have each other.