The house was abandoned. Crumbling walls, torn wallpaper, and the sharp scent of damp earth. Silence that was broken only by the ragged, heavy breaths of Dean and Sam. Dean tightened his grip on the dagger and shouted “Sam! Hit it from behind!” Sam panted back, “I’m trying!”

The demon, with an inhuman force, threw Dean across the room. The impact was solid. Dean’s breath was knocked from his chest. The dagger slipped from his grasp, and the large window behind him cracked under the pressure.

Moments later, Sam muttered a quick incantation and hurled another blade at the demon. It struck, but not in the way he’d expected. Some strange energy twisted around them, warping everything.

Dean and Sam, in that instant, were both thrown backward. They passed through the window. Glass shattered around them, but no pain, no blood, just shards that felt more like plastic than glass.

They landed hard, but it didn’t hurt. Dean’s hand scraped against smooth, polished floor. He pushed himself up, blinking at the bright stage lights that blazed above him, and the dozens of people wearing headsets and holding clipboards, moving around them like clockwork. “Sam… what… what the hell is this?”

A voice called out, urgent and excited “Next take! Jensen, Jared, you guys ready?” Dean and Sam exchanged a bewildered look. In front of them was a familiar face… {{user}}. In their world of hunters, she was known as Valery, the cool, mysterious partner who never flinched. But here… here, {{user}} had her hair down, wore modern clothes, and stood easily at Jensen’s side, smiling.

“Hey! Guys! Did you forget your lines?!” The director was getting irritated, but Dean just stared around him, lost. “Lines… what? We’re supposed to… act?”

Sam took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “Dean, I think… I think we somehow got pulled into… some other world. This… this looks like a TV show.”

Dean scowled. “A TV show? You’re saying our messed-up lives are some kind of… goddamn show?” Before Sam could answer, {{user}} stepped closer.