"Alright damn it, we earned this!" Dean huffed as he opened up the box of ingredients we bought from the black market. He took out the blood and started drawing the sigil Balthazar had drew before when you threw were sent there.

"That's it?" Sam asked.

"That's it, Toto," Dean replied. You all nodded and crashed through the window.

"Did it work?" You groaned as you opened up your eyes, hoping to see the outside of Bobby's place.

"Nope," Dean muttered angrily as he got up. He held out a hand and you took it, standing up.

"Well that was a bust," Sam muttered.

"Let's go to my trailer and figure this out," you explained and the brothers nodded.

~Time Skip~
"Maybe we did it wrong," Sam implied as he plopped down on the cushioned seat of your trailer. You walked around, looking at all the things you or this 'Maddie' girl had. There were tons of pictures of Misha and fake you. You picked up one frame set by a nearby table. It was a picture of you and Misha with two kids. We have kids? You thought to yourself. This sure was strange.

"No no--That spell was perfect. It should have worked," Dean persisted. You were distracted by the room to even engage yourself in the conversation. For all you knew, you were probably stuck there for eternity.

After hearing the boys talk about how in this universe, Angels and Demons didn't exist, you decided you needed some air. "I'm gonna go out. Don't wait for me," was all you said.

"Hold on, I'll come with," Dean grabbed his jacket.

You shrugged, "Fine." You actually wanted time alone but you felt bad for him and decided not to argue.

With that, you both walked out of the trailer, leaving Sam inside to ponder his thoughts alone. You looked up at the sky, surprised at how early night had come.

"You okay (Y/N)?" Dean asked as he took your hand in his. It was warm against the cool wind breezing through the night.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you muttered, not wanting to tell him how you really felt.

"There's something bugging you (Y/N). Tell me, what is it?" Dean stopped in front of you, looking you in the eye.

"It's nothing Dean. Can we just forget it?" You persisted. He sighed and nodded, knowing you weren't going to budge. You wrapped both your arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

He smiled slightly as he kissed back, wrapping his arms around your waist as he lightly pushed you against the wall of a nearby trailer. You panted between each kiss, combing your fingers through his dirty blond hair.

Suddenly, you heard a yelp and the drop of a phone. You quickly pulled away from Dean, turning to your side to see who it was. "Shit," you muttered under your breath.

"Look uh Misha, we can explain," Dean responded, walking over to him.

"Don't," Misha shook his head and ran off.

"Wait-"you called out but it was too late. You slumped against the wall and sighed, "This is all my fault."

"Well I mean technically you're not his wife so it's not your fault," Dean implied.

You shot him a death glare, "Please shut up Dean. You're making this worse."

~Time Skip again...~

"So how was your 'walk'?" Sam smirked, having a sense of what might've happened. You three had walked back on set, looking around for the exit. Two stunt doubles were fighting beside the impala.

"Shut up Sam," you quickly muttered, not wanting to talk about it.

"Okay maybe we can't get out of uh, Earth number two right now, but the least we could do is get out of the Canadian part of it," Dean said, quickly changing the subject.

"Yeah," Sam agreed.

"If I hear one more conversation about hockey, I'm gonna puke," Dean rolled his eyes.

"Wait a minute, this way," Sam pointed to his left.

"No no, it's this way," Dean walked the other direction.

"No I really think that we should-" Sam stopped in shock as he spotted Virgil. "Uh guys..."

"Huh?" You turned around to see Virgil as well and your shocked expression turned into anger.

"You think you can run?" Virgil placed his hand on Dean's forehead but nothing happened. Virgil furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Sorry dude, mojo-free zone," Dean smirked and punched him square in the face.

"You know I oversee all the stunts and coordinate all the fights," Lou, the director of stunts, bragged to a woman.

"Oh really? Is that one of yours then?" The woman pointed to you, Sam and Dean beating the living crap out of Virgil.

"Guys!" Lou called his stuntmen to break up the fight.

"Not good, not good!" Shouted Kevin, another crewmember, as he ran over to the four of you.

"No no no, stop! You don't understand! No!" Sam yelled as he was being pulled away from Virgil. Virgil quickly stole the key from Sam's pocket.

"Let us go!" you shouted as you were pulled away by a large security guard.

"You're dead Virgil! I'm gonna break your friggin' neck!" Dean scowled at him.

~meanwhile outside Misha's trailer~

"Goodnight Misha," a crew member waved.

Misha waved back sadly and hopped into his car, starting the engine. He looked down at his cracked phone. At least he could still tweet. He was still trying to process what he saw a few moments ago.

"Ever get that feeling there's someone in the backseat? Frowny face," he pouted as he typed and suddenly, a knife was held to his throat.

"Aaahhh!" He yelled and dropped his phone mid-tweet.

"Drive," said the man holding the knife at him.