The French Mistake : Bizarro world
When Dean and Sam were thrust into our world, what happened to that world's Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki? This is their story.
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The two men jumped through the window, knowing it was sugar glass, and therefore not dangerous. When they hit solid ground, both cried out in pain.
"What the hell!" Rolling off his injured shoulder, Jared struggled to stand. "Where the fuck is the pad? Hey, guys, someone forgot to lay down the damn pa..." He stopped talking when he looked around and saw only the inside of a tackily decorated room. But he saw no crew, no cameras, only four solid walls and a busted window. Wait, they should have been jumping "outside" for this scene. This did not make sense.
Jensen moaned quietly, not sure what just happened. He picked himself up off the floor, and looked around. This was not the set. It all looked too real. Outside the window, rain poured. There was no rain set for the scene they had just filmed. Peering out the broken panes, he called out to the crew members who were there just moments before. "Bob! Yo, guys? Hey, where did everyone go?" Turning to Jared, he asked, "Dude, what just happened here?" A wave of dizziness made the room spin slightly.
"What, now you're talking to me?" Jared glared at his co-star. They rarely spoke to one another, yet fans just knew they were the best of friends. He and Jensen were called co-stars, although he always felt a certain satisfaction at seeing his own name first on the credits.
Brushing the dust from his clothing, Jensen glowered. "There's no one else, man. Where did everyone go?"
Jared ran his hands through his thick mane. "How should I know? They were out there, Bob called action, we jumped through the window, and...no pad," he replied, feeling the ache in his shoulder that told him he wasn't dreaming.
Waving his hand toward the window, Jensen demanded, "And when was it decided that rain would be in this scene? It's really raining out there!"
Jared rolled his eyes. "Would you please stop shouting? Hell, at least you made it to the set on time today." His eyes scanned the room, which looked similar to the set for Bobby's they had used for a previous take, but this all looked real. He went to the window and looked out. Weren't they supposed to be in a motel room for this one? Slamming his fist on the wall, he muttered, "It hasn't even been set up for the 'motel room' scene. What the hell is going on here?"
"Be careful, you'll break the set."
"You ass, it's not a set!" Pounding the wall, he demonstrated to his fellow actor that what he said was true. "See?"
"Alright, it's not a set, so what is it?" Jensen heard the buzz of a cell phone. It was coming from the table. He went over and gingerly picked it up. Looking over at Jared, he opened the phone, and placed it against his ear. "Hello?"
"Dean, this is Bobby. I ran into a snag. I'll get back as soon as I can, so just sit tight, you and Sam. Keep busy with the research, ok? See ya later."
"Jim? Bobby?" There was only silence. He turned to Jared, and said in disbelief. "That was Bobby Singer. He's hit a snag and will be late. He said to continue the research..." He couldn't go on. 'Bobby Singer' had just called, and it wasn't their Bobby Singer. In fact, it sounded like Jim Beaver.
"Are you insane? There is no Bobby Singer, except for the character that's written in a script." Jared came over to Jensen and grabbed the phone from his hand. He opened it and pushed a button. The last call was from a Bobby Singer. "Jensen, what the hell is going on?"
A/N: OK, guys, what do you think? Story possibility? Would anyone be interested in reading it? I don't know if anyone has already started a story on this, so if you know of one, please let me know. I would hate to be accused of plagiarism.