Chapter Three

Author's Note: The setting has been changed from after the season five premier to season four, between "Death Takes a Holiday" and "On the Head of a Pin." This is due to Bobby's handicap and Sam's powers.

At the place they were staying at, everyone broke into pairs and found rooms.

"No clue," said Sam. "Who knows what kind of spell that witch did. And even if we knew, we have no clue how to reverse it." He looked at Dean. "We need help."

"That we do," said Dean. He pulled out his phone and hit speed dial.

"Dean?" Bobby Singer asked.

"Bobby, we need help," said Dean.

Two hours later, Bobby sat at the table in the dining room.

"So, let me get this straight," Bobby contemplated. "This witch pulled every character that these Jared and Jensen guys have ever played out of alternate universes and dumped them here?"

"Along with the actors themselves," said Sam.

"Oh, this I gotta see," said Bobby. "How many?"

"Well, let's see," speculated Sam. "My doubles are Matt, Sam, Dean, Paul, Zachary, some bully with no name, Trey, John, Wade, Tom, Thomas, Clay, and Jared. So, that's thirteen."

"Wait, Jared's played characters named Sam, Dean and John?" asked Bobby.

Sam stopped. "Huh. That is weird."

"And Jensen told me that there was a dog named Sammy in one of his movies," said Dean. "My doubles are Michael, Malcolm, Brad, David, Eric, Eddie, Ben, Alec, CJ, Max, Jensen, Jason, Jake, Priestly, Tom, and Jensen. That makes sixteen."

"Dammit," muttered Bobby. "What am I gonna do with you idjits?"

They were interrupted as they heard yells from somewhere upstairs. The three of them rushed towards the noise to find one of the Deans thrashing in his bed, yelling his throat hoarse. A Sam stood over him, worried.

"What's happening?" asked Dean.

"I don't know," said the other Sam. "Jake was just fine a second ago; then he started yelling in his sleep."

"What if it's a vision?" asked Sam.

"Vision?" asked Bobby.

"Jake said he gets visions," said Dean. He turned to the other Sam. "Listen, uh…"

"Wade."

"Wade, go get Jensen," Dean ordered. "Maybe he can help."

"Jensen…" asked Wade.

"Ackles," said Dean. "Not the other one." Wade left at once. He was back within two minutes with Jensen.

"What's going on?" asked Jensen. "Wade said Jake was—" He stopped short when he spotted Bobby. "Hey, Jim!" They all stared at him. "I mean…Bobby. He's Jim Beaver in our world—"

"Can we focus on the issue at hand?" asked Dean.

"Right," said Jensen. He walked over to Jake and watched him yell for a moment. "It's just a nightmare." Jensen leaned over Jake. "Hey, Jake, buddy! Wake up!"

Jake's eyes flew open, and he bolted away from Jensen. "Get away from me, you bitch! Don't you touch me! I'll kill you again, I swear I will!"

"Whoa, Jake, hey!" yelled Jensen. "It's me, Jensen, remember?"

Jake focused on him and dropped his head. "Oh, dammit…"

"You gonna be okay?" asked Sam.

"Yeah…" Jake muttered. "I'll be fine."

Clay ran into the room. "Guys, I can't find Tom!"

"Tom?" asked Dean.

"Tom Hanniger?" asked Jensen. "Shit!" He rushed out of the room. "Don't trust him if you see him, especially if he has a pickaxe!"

Jensen rushed around the house, searching the rooms as the others did the same. He heard a scream and ran outside. Tom stood over a girl, pickaxe raised and face contorted. Jensen ran forward, launching himself into Tom. The two of them went to the ground, pickaxe flying. Jensen slammed Tom's head into a rock on the ground, knocking him out. Dean ran outside with Sam.

"Get him tied up until we figure this all out," Jensen told them. Dean and Sam dragged Tom into the house, tying him to a chair in the living room. A yell was heard upstairs.

"Now what?!" exclaimed Dean as they tore upstairs, followed quickly by Jared as he joined them.

A Sam lay unconscious on the floor, and Priestly was held to the wall by his throat. The man pinning him looked at the newcomers, eyes turning black. Sam flung his hand up, and the man dropped Priestly, his hand flying to his throat. As Sam's outstretched hand shook with the exertion, smoke flew out of the demon's throat. Sam clenched his jaw as he closed his fist, the demon smoke flying into the floor and disappearing. As Dean went to check on the others, Sam turned to see Jared staring at him.

"What?" said Sam.

"Nothing," said Jared. "It's just…now I can picture that in my head when I'm shooting the exorcism scenes."

Priestly jumped up, straightening his mohawk. "I'm good."

Bobby walked into the hall. "I think I got it."

"Got what?" asked Sam.

"The reversal spell," said Bobby.

"Thank God," said Dean. "My head's spinning."

Bobby set up the ingredients in the living room, and chanted a few words of Latin. There was a bright flash, and Sam and Dean found themselves standing in a motel room with two cameras and a camera crew in the corner.

"What the hell?" muttered Dean.

"Cut!" said a man in a chair. He got up. "Jensen, Jared, you guys feeling alright? You look a little pale."

"You gotta be kidding me," said Sam.

There was another flash, and they were standing in a mine with a man and a woman. The man was a sheriff and the woman was aiming a gun at the three of them.

"What the—" exclaimed the sheriff, staring at Sam. "Who are you? How'd you get here?"

"Dean, what the hell is going on?" Sam muttered.

"I think Bobby screwed up," said Dean.

Another flash of light found them standing in a small café. The woman at the table in front of them and her daughter stared at Sam.

"Dean, what are you doing here?" asked the daughter. "Shouldn't you be with your wife?"

"Um," muttered Sam. "I don't know."

"Rory, don't hold it against him," said the woman.

There was a flash, and they were standing in an old house, full of life-like wax figures.

"Whoa…creepy," said Dean.

A girl came around the corner, spotting Sam. "Oh, my gosh, Wade. There you are." She looked at Dean. "Who are you?"

"This is getting real old," muttered Sam.

Another flash, and they were on a football field. A team in red and yellow swarmed towards them. A player took off his helmet, looking at Dean.

"What's the play, Coach Teague?" he asked.

Dean stared at him. "What?"

"The play," the guy said, staring at him.

"Um…" muttered Dean. "Hail Mary?"

The guy nodded. "Everyone, Hail Mary pass. Ready?" He put his arm in the middle of the huddle, turning his back to Dean. Dean stared in shock at the name 'KENT' on his jersey. "Break!" The team raised their arms together. Kent put his helmet on and ran back to the line-up.

"Dude, that's Superman!" Dean told Sam.

Another flash, and they were standing in front of a beautiful mural.

"Nice job, Tom," a passerby told Sam. Sam nodded slightly, staring at the painting.

Another flash, and they were standing in a warehouse. A fight was going on around them. A brunette woman was fighting a man while a brunette man fought with another man. The woman was zipping around faster than normal, and boy, did she have strength.

The woman spun towards Dean. "Alec!"

Dean frowned at her, and his hesitation cost him. He was hit over the head from behind. He went down to the ground, his hand to his head, as Sam took the guy on.

Another flash, and Dean found himself staring at Bobby's living room floor. He looked up to see Sam standing in front of him, a fist raised. They looked at each other, and then over at Bobby, who had a sheepish look on his face.

"Sorry," said Bobby. "Is it you two this time, right?"

"Yeah, it's us, Bobby," said Dean.

"Did it work?" asked Sam.

"Do you see anyone else?" said Bobby.

Dean smiled. "Nice work, Bobby."