“Cut!” The sound of people clapping and cheering filled the room, the bells of the set going off for a spilt second. One second, Balthazar was there, and poof! He was gone, just like that, without a trace.

Dean and Sam looked around in confusion, both of them sharing a look that said ‘what the fuck?’ Why were these people cheering for them, when they almost died? Where the hell was Balthazar? What was this place? Why were they were?

A sharp slap on Dean’s ass made him grunt in surprise, causing him to glare at the person who did so. Sam just stared with a baffled look, his mouth opening to speak, but he just looked like a fish out of water.

Dean finally got on his feet, staring at the fake, broken prop glass scattered all over the floor, while Sam walked around the set like a lost puppy. Both of the poor guys were confused as all hell, trying to figure out what the hell was happening. Dean was dragged into a makeup chair, and that only raised his confusion.

“Way to go, Jensen!” Someone walking by praised him, patting him on the back. Dean looked at himself in the mirror, a confused look on his face.

“Jensen?” He murmured to nobody in particular, as he turned around, spotting you, his rival (Or so he thought).

“Wait, wait.” Dean was about to go off on you, because he pinned you as an enemy, until—

“{{user}}!” One of the directors randomly chimed in, pulling you in for a friendly hug, praising you for your amazing work on the set. The director spotted Dean, and walked over to him, his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“Well, if it isn’t my two favorite lovebirds.” The man teased, before letting his arm slip from your shoulder.

“Have fun with your husband, {{user}}!” The director called out, before he walked away, to talk with the other actors on set.

Dean just stared at you, confused. “Husband?” He asked indecorously, taking a moment to take your appearance in. Holy shit, you were pretty.

“..{{user}}?” That wasn’t the name he knew you by.

This was so confusing.