They awoke on the floor of what appeared to be a school cafeteria. They quickly got up and looked around. They saw Cas sitting at a nearby table talking to someone.

Dean hastily approached him. "Cas, we've gotta get you outta here. Let's go."

Cas just ignored him. Dean looked at Sam who just shrugged. He looked back at Cas.

"Did you not hear me? C'mon, we've gotta go!"

Still no response. Dean snapped his fingers in front of Cas's face. Nothing. He just continued talking with the redhead sitting across from him.

"Are you kidding me? Jacob isn't into it? Jacob?"

"I know, right! That'd be the perfect show for him!"

"Hey, it's not just a show. We've been over this."

The redhead sighed. "I know, I know. Because it pumps through your veins. As well it should."

"Heed my words; Supernatural is love. Supernatural is life."

Dean and Sam just watched, ever so curious. "Supernatural? Isn't that the name of the show from that universe Balthazar sent us to?" Dean recalled.

"I think so. What's it doing inside Cas's head?"

"I dunno."

The redhead spoke up. "If you've told me that once, you've told me that a thousand times, Morgan. But you're just pointing out the obvious."

"Morgan?" Dean repeated.

"Dean, what the hell is going on?"

"You think I know?"

"So you'll never guess what happened yesterday!" Cas (or Morgan) exclaimed.

"What?"

"Twelve thousand reads on my one shots."

Redhead gasped. "You're kidding!"

"Would I lie?"

"I dunno. Maybe."

"I wouldn't lie about this."

"Twelve thousand. That's a lot."

"Everybody loves a little Destiel."

Dean furrowed his brows. "Destiel? What the hell does that mean?"

Sam shrugged. "I dunno. Think it has something to do with Supernatural?"

"Maybe."

"And everybody loves a little Misha." Redhead smirked.

"Dude, have I told you about Misha's résumé?"

"What about it?"

"I kid you not, when he auditioned, his résumé actually said 'can act in front of camera'."

They both started laughing. "Didn't Jensen make fun of him for that later?" Redhead asked.

"I think so, yeah. Just remember this; Misha is bae."

"No, no, no, Castiel is bae!"

"What the hell is a bae?" Dean muttered, more and more fascinated by this conversation.

Sam huffed a laugh and shrugged his shoulders slightly. "I'm just as lost as you are, man."

"Why must you have a crush on Cas?"

"Firstly, it's not a crush. He's my baby kitten face. Secondly, you're the one with a crush on Dean even though you ship Destiel harder than FedEx."

Dean paled. "He what now?"

Cas shrugged. "What can I say? I've got the best of both worlds."

"I don't think that works there."

"Shut up, yes it does." They both laughed a little.

"Okay, so," Sam began. "This Djinn obviously sends you into a dream world where you have a new life. New personality and stuff. He obviously doesn't remember ever being Cas."

"He just watches him on TV. And apparently he's called Morgan. And he's... well, he's clearly homo."

"What makes you say that?"

"He's got a crush on me, dude. Then again, everyone's got a crush on me."

Sam scoffed. "Yeah. Sure."

Dean frowned at him. "Shut up. How do we bust him outta here?"

"Not sure. That would've been helpful information before 'kamikaze-ing' in here."

"I did not kamikaze in here, alright? We did."

Sam shot him a bitchface. "Shut up. Jerk."

"Bitch."

The bell rang and everyone began to pile out of the cafeteria. "See you later, Sierra!" Cas yelled over the clamor.

"See ya!" Redhead, apparently Sierra, yelled back.

The boys followed Cas to his next class, which was math, algebra one part two. It was right next to the cafeteria.

Only then did they notice what he was wearing. Dark skinny jeans, a thin grey T-shirt, and a red hoodie. His backpack was deep blue, with Van Gogh style swirls of orange-yellow. There were patches of white with writing on it. All that was readable was "Pull To Open", which made no sense.

The class, in Room 105, seemed pretty cool, for math that is. It wasn't very strict like most classrooms were. They cracked jokes, had a few laughs, and started learning about "monomials", whatever that means.

Cas was clearly the class clown. It was either him, another kid named Damon, or another kid named Josh. Then there was a gawky kid named Dakota who had absolutely no sense of humor. He just... he tried too hard.

It seemed to be one of those classes where you get sorta "private tutoring". Everyone was learning something different. Cas, Josh, and a girl named Emily were learning algebra. Damon and another girl named Ally were learning what appeared to be English. There was a big guy named Freddie using something called Apex. And Dakota was learning science and math.

The "algebra people" as the teacher, Mrs. Phillips called them, were given an assignment and returned to their seats. Cas listened to music as he did so. Dean caught a glance at his iPhone and saw the first song choice. Angel With A Shotgun.

"So what the hell is going on?" Sam asked.

"I dunno, I'm still kinda laughing at all the fish puns." Dean chuckled.

"Dean, this is serious."

"I know, man. I know. Never thought I'd say this, but I kinda wish that Djinn was still alive, so we could ask her some questions."

"Sorry. Can't happen. She's dead."

"Has that ever stopped anyone in our experience? Ever?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Whatever. We need to figure out how to stop this dream thing before Cas dies."

Dean winced a little at his words. He was sure of one thing. Cas was not gonna die.