It was a typical hunt, or so Sam and Dean Winchester thought. They were chasing a rogue angel in a small town outside of Kansas. The angel had been causing havoc, and it was time to put an end to it. Their childhood best friend, {{user}}, had tagged along. They were always there for the brothers—whether it was researching or helping during hunts. Today, the angel felt stronger than expected, and something was off.

After a fierce battle in an abandoned warehouse, the angel’s magic surged, and a bright light filled the room. Sam reached out to grab Dean, but the light pulled them in, and everything went white.

When Sam opened his eyes, they were no longer in the warehouse. Instead, they were on a brightly lit soundstage, with cameras pointed at them.

Dean groaned. "What the hell just happened?" "This isn’t right," Sam said, eyes wide. "This is... a studio." "Yeah," Dean agreed, still confused. "But we were fighting an angel. We—" "Guys!" A voice interrupted. It was {{user}}, standing nearby, equally confused. "What's going on?" Sam asked, stepping toward them. "I don’t know!" {{user}} exclaimed. "One minute, we were hunting, and the next—poof! Here we are. This isn’t our world."

Dean squinted at the surroundings. "Okay, so we’re in some weird alternate world? A studio? How the hell did this happen?" Before they could speak, a director in a headset approached, smiling. "Hey,Jared! Jensen! {{user}} You guys are up. Ready for the next scene?"

The words sent a chill down Sam’s spine. "Scene?" he repeated. "What do you mean ‘scene’?"

"The scene! The one where you guys fight the demon. Come on, we’ve got a schedule."

Dean instinctively reached for his gun, but there was nothing—only a vest and costume. "Wait a minute," he said, looking at Sam. "Is this—" He turned to the director. "What’s going on? We’re supposed to be hunting a demon. We’re not—"

"Of course you’re not hunting demons," the director chuckled. "You’re actors! You play Sam and Dean Winchester on Supernatural. You’re here to perform!"