What if only Sam went to the alternate universe and Jared came back from it?

"Sam, Bobby and I are going to go on a supply run," Dean said.

"In this weather?" Sam asked. "What's so important?"

"We're out of hunter's helper," Dean smirked, as he indicated the empty whiskey bottle.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Why don't you just go? It's not really a two man job is it?"

Dean frowned. "Bobby still feels uncomfortable being alone around you," Dean admitted.

"Fine," Sam said. How could he argue with that? He had tried to kill him.

"Sam," Dean said. "Don't get all pouty."

"Shut up."

This time Dean rolled his eyes and headed out to the truck where Bobby was waiting for him. He had to do something about this soon. If it kept up, he and Sam would have to start avoiding Bobby's place and it was really the closest thing he had to a home.


Sam was researching into the mother of all monsters when he sensed a presence and looked up. "Who are you?" he asked.

"You don't recognize me, Sam? I'm hurt. My name's Balthazzar."

Sam nodded. Dean had told him about the rogue angel and his last encounter with Castiel. "What do you want?"

"Well, Raphael has put out a hit on all of Castiel's friends and anyone's who's ever helped him including you and Dean, and more importantly me," Balthazzar said as he started rummaging drawers and cabinets getting together everything he needed to send the boys out of harm's way with the key. "Where's Dean?" he asked as he suddenly realized there was one missing piece to his plan.

"Out. What are you doing?"

"I have to send you away to keep you safe, along with this," he said, handing Sam a key.

"Why should I trust you?" Sam asked. He didn't remember him at all, but Dean had said that he had stolen weapons from Heaven. That didn't sound like someone trustworthy.

"It doesn't matter if you do or not. You're still going," Balthazzar answered as he painted something on the window.

Suddenly another angel appeared. Sam didn't know this guy either and wasn't sure if they had never met or if he just didn't remember him. "Who are you?"

"Go," Balthazzar demanded and put his hand out and Sam went out the window.


Sam looked around him. There were cameras and men and he was inside. Dean was beside him. How did he get there?

"Great job guys," one of the men said.

"What's going on?" Sam whispered to Dean.

"What do you mean?"

Sam followed him as he walked over to the mirrors. "Jared come with me," a woman said and pulled him away.

Jared? He suddenly realized what was going on. Or at least part of it. He had remembered when they were working that haunted movie set and Dean had switched places with an actor in an alternate universe. His name was Jensen and he had told Sam that his counterpart's name was Jared.

"So, you lost your soul and got it back. What's next for Sam Winchester?"

"Um," Sam said. "I have to go," and he ran off with everyone looking at him like he's crazy


Jared looked around. He had jumped out of the window, so why was he inside? And this wasn't the set. This was an actual house. "Sebastian? What's going on?"

"Virgil disappeared when I sent Sam to the other world. Now, I'll be going as well." With that he disappeared.

"This has to be some kind of practical joke," Jared said to himself, looking around, trying to figure out how they had done it. Then the door opened.

"Hey, Sam," Dean said.

Jared rolled his eyes. They were really going to go all out with this. He remembered Jensen starting to pull something like this a few years ago until he'd realized it was stupid and just gave it up. This time, he had apparently got everybody into the act.

"I'm going home," he said. That was supposed to be their last take, so there was no reason not to.

"Home?" Dean asked. This was the closest thing they had to home besides the Impala.

"Yeah, Gen and I have an otter thing tonight."

"Gen?" Dean said and exchanged a glance with Bobby. He wasn't making any sense, but it didn't seem like he was possessed or anything.

When Sam opened the door and looked outside, he became really confused. That really wasn't set. That really was the outside and not the lot either. "Where are we?" he asked,

"We're at Bobby's. Are you OK, Sam?"

"Stop calling me Sam."

"Well, what should we call you, then?" Bobby asked.


"Jared? Oh no," Dean said, remembering his little trip to the "real" world. He had tried so hard the last few years not to think about the fact that he was a TV character. Now, it looked like Sam had switched places with his actor. But why and how?

"Who's Jared?" Bobby asked, seeing that Dean apparently knew something he didn't.

"A few years ago, we were working this case on a haunted movie set. They were using real enochian chants and somehow sent me to switch places with the actor who plays me. Our lives are apparently not real. Jared's the actor who plays Sam."

"What?" both Jared and Bobby said in disbelief.

Dean shrugged. "It's true. We have to figure out what made the switch this time. What's the episode you're shooting about?"