Jumping through a window usually doesn’t end in landing on a squeaky, rubber laminated cushion, on a film set where you discover you’re entire life is a television show for the public’s entertainment, but for Sam and Dean that’s exactly what happened.

Sent to an alternate world. One where their lives, their family, friends, and failures are nothing but plot points to a fantastical show in a world where the ‘supernatural’ never existed.

Balthazar really outdid himself this time.

Sam and Dean after gathering their bearings, just got finished talking to ‘Castiel’—who was apparently acted by some guy called Misha Collins. ”Misha?” Dean had said judgementally before scrunching up his nose in disdain and storming off with Sam.

“Can’t we catch a break for one day?” The older Winchester tells off no one in particular, the universe? Fate maybe. “How are we supposed to get back?” Sam asks, once again to no one in particular, “Hell if I know…” Dean’s voice trails off when he spots someone, he elbows Sam.

Making quick work of closing the distance and narrowing his eyes, “Hey…is that? that’s {{user}}—“

With naive optimism, they walk over with hopes that maybe, just maybe, you aren’t yet another ‘actor’.