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❪ 21 ／ play the role  ❫
━━━━ ❛ i'm your only
god child. ❜
volume 1 , season 6

Thunder rumbled loudly as rain thumped against the roof of Bobby Singers' old house. The lights flickered slightly, each rumble sending another jolt through Olive skin. It had been a month since Paterson, and January came with unexpected surprises. They weren't anywhere closer to finding lore on the Mother Of All, but Olive lost a tooth and everyone considered it a win.

"Stop poking at it." Dean chuckled, swatting Olive's hand away before she stuck her finger back in the gap of her mouth. He grabs a few beers from the fridge before walking into the living room.

Olive follows after him, pulling the hood of her Scooby Doo onesie with a frown. "I can't help it! It's all fleshy—"

"Oh-kay." Dean cuts off in disgust. "Let's not talk about your flesh gap." He plops down at Bobby's desk, continuing to look for lore. Olive sighed, throwing herself onto the couch.

"Where's Bobby?" Sam asked, coming into the room with a stack of books in his hand.

"Supply run."

"In this?" His eyes widened. Olive jolts when another strike of thunder booms outside.

"Man is a hero." Dean nods, holding up an empty bottle of hard alcohol. "We are officially out of Hunter's helper, and Olive ate all the waffles so." He adds.

The electricity flickers again, and the sound of flapping wings makes Olive sit up. Balthazar stood in the middle of the doorway, wearing his usual attire.

"Hello, boys." He greets cheerfully. "Favorite Godchild."

"I'm your only godchild." Olive states before frowning. "Aren't I?"

"Obviously." He reassured her. He walked quickly through the living room. "Speaking of, You've seen The Godfather right?" He asked the boys.

"What do you mean? You're right there!" Olive points to him.

Balthazar blinks at her before turning back to the brothers. "You know, when Michael Corleone sends his men to kill his enemies in one bloody swoop?"

"Hey." Dean warns as the angel begins ransacking Bobby's things, though the warning was half hearted considering how confused he was.

"Dead Sea brine. Good, good." He mutters to himself. "Then, Moe Greene gets hit in the eye, Don Cuneo gets it in the revolving door."

"I said, hey." Dean repeated firmly.

Balthazar stops and looks to Dean with a mocking smile. "You did. Twice. Good for you." He pats the hunters shoulder before continuing to look for more ingredients. Olive blinked once and Balthazar had apparated into the kitchen. "Beer. .cold pizza. .aha! Blood of lamb."

"Why are you talking about The Godfather?" Sam questioned. Olive notices the wind picking up, and slowly slides off of the couch worriedly.

"Because we're in it right now, tonight." Balthazar said, throwing more ingredients into a bowl. "And in the role of Michael Corleone, the Archangel Raphael."

Olive paled. "Raphael is back?"

"You mind telling us what you mean?" Dean asked. Balthazar ignores the question, and continues to talk about his ingredients for the unknown spell.

"Your Mr. Singer does keep a beautiful pantry." He praised.

"Wait so, Raphael is after you?" Dean asked.

"Raphael is after all of us." He replies, glancing at Olive. "Especially Olivia, apparently he's figured it out. Olive being the last Guardian, third and last generation." He says. "You see, he's consolidated his strength and now he's on the move, he's looking for Olive to be his Warrior."

Dean pales, gripping Olive's hand.

"And where's Cas?" Sam asked.

Balthazar chuckled, stirring the mixture. "Oh, Cassie? He is deep, deep underground. So good ol' Raphie has put out a hit list on every Samaritan who helped our dear Cas. Including both of you. And so much more importantly, me and Olivia."

"Why are we so important to him?" Olive asked.

"Good question. You see, he wants to draw Cas out in the open. And what better to do that then dangle his apes and his favorite little child in his face?" He says.

"And you expect us to just believe you?" Sam questioned bitterly.

"Oh, don't." He says instantly. "You'll go where I throw you either way."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean frowned.

The lights flicker again, and Balthazar's eyes flash with panic. "And that is all the time we have, Gentlemen, child." He begins searching his coat, looking for something.

"Whoa, what happened there?" Dean points to the blood stain on Balthazar's shirt. He was injured.

"Oh yeah, about that. Uncle Raphie sent one of his nastiest to handle me." He explained. "I'm flattered, actually. And down a lung at the moment, but that's alright." He shrugged. "Here's for you." He handed Sam a key.

The hunter looks at it blankly. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Run with it."

Balthazar is knocked down by an invisible force. Olive gasps when a taller man in a dark raincoat runs into the living room, going straight for Balthazar. Dean picks Olive up by the waist, but before they could do anything, Balthazar screams at them to run, using his power to send the three crashing through the window.

Olive yells when the glass shatters, but was surprised when she landed on a soft mat. The rain was gone and the house in front of her was nothing but a wooden booth.

"Cut!" Yells a man, followed by clapping. Olive scrambles to her feet, staring at the sea of people in the room.

"Real good solid fall." Said a crewman in a yellow shirt, slapping Dean's rear. "Way to go!"

"Jared, Jensen, Violet!" Called the man from before, his voice naturally hoarse as he held up a soda can. "Outstanding. That was great!"

Another crew-member comes up, holding out a movie marker. "Supernatural, scene one, Echo. Take one, tail slate, marker!" He snapped it shut.

Olive scrunched her face. "What did those words mean?" She asked Sam, who shrugged in puzzlement.

The three look around at the set, which neither of them remember entering. Olive felt overwhelmed with all the things happening at once, taking a small step close to Sam.

"So, no angels?" Dean continued to look around in surprise, waiting for something to jump out at them.

"No angels. . .I think." He spins. "Should we be, like, killing anybody?" He asked.

"I don't think so." Dean responds.

Olive pulls at her Scooby onesie, feeling slightly underdressed. "Should we run?" She suggests. She blinks again, wondering why her vision was so blurry.

"Where?"

The studio lights turn on, causing Olive to jump. "That's a wrap on J2V." Says a guy through his Walkie Talkie.

"Where the hell are we—?"

Sam was cut off by a redhead, "Jared." She said, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him towards a set of cameras. Both Dean and Olive follow, not knowing what to do.

They didn't get far as another woman grabbed Dean, "Jensen, there you are. Let's just get you in the chair." She states.

Olive strained her eyes after him, not knowing what to do. A pretty brunette woman runs up to Olive with a nervous smile, holding out a pair of glasses and a juice box.

"Violet! That was great, you're a natural." She praised her.

Olive takes the round glasses, smushing them on her face, she blinked seeming everything clearly. "I'm Violet—?" The woman tilts her head at the question, causing Olive to backtrack. "Yes, yes I am Violet. . .that is my name." She takes a sip of the juice, only to scrunch her face. "I-I don't like cranberry."

The woman pales. Had Olive said something wrong? "I am so sorry, p-please don't fire me, it was an honest mistake." She stammers, cheeks red.

"Fire you?" Olive blinks. "Why would I do that?"

It was her turn to be confused. "Well, that's how the last one left. . .isn't it?" The blinks at Olive's awkwardness. "Remember? When your last assistant gave you strawberry milk instead of chocolate. . .and you fired her?"

Olive gasped. "That's mean! Of. . .me." She corrects. "Uh, thank you for the juice." She continued, taking another sip. "It's delicious." The woman lets out a relieved sigh. "What's your name again?"

"Annie!" She sighed, like it was the third time reminding the child. Which was most likely true.

"Right! Annie!" Olive shifted. "Knew that."

"We need to get you changed!" Annie grabbed Olive by the sleeve, gently dragging her towards a trailer.

Olive looks around in a panic. "Actually, I think I should go talk to Sam and—oh, I mean Jared and Jensen." She states. Wow those names were weird.

Annie frowns. "Why? You hate them."

Olive freezes, causing Annie to stop mid-step. "No I don't." She frowned.

Annie chuckled. "Yes you do, you say it all the time! Now, come on, we don't have much time."

-

Olive is led to a large trailer off set, right between two others that Olive assumed was Sam and Dean's. She frowns at the name tapped to the door, Violet Kripke ( Olive ). Annie opens the trailer, motioning for her to step inside.

Olive reeled back at the sight, everything was pink and sparkly, the couches and the walls making her eyes hurt. Whoever this Violet was, made Olive thankful she wasn't actually her.

"Alright, so I was thinking, flannel under the iconic jacket?" Annie holds up a blue flannel and Sam's utility jacket. Olive widens, snagging the jacket from her hands and holding it against her chest for comfort. "Right." She drags, "Jacket it is then. I don't see why you can't wear your sparkly shoes anymore, those were your favorite!"

"Uh, Annie?" Olive stammers. "What exactly do you know about. .me?"

"What do you mean?"

"I meant like, who am I?" Olive asked slowly.

Annie chuckled. "You're Violet Kripke! You know, Eric Kripke's niece? Before he stepped down, he asked Bob to give you a role on the show after season five." She says.

"Right." Olive drags. "Because I'm a child actress?"

"You're the child actress." Annie laughed. "I mean your fanbase is massive! Especially after that Marvel movie."

Olive nodded like she understood. "Right.."

"Come on, we need to hurry!"

-

"Dude, they put frigging makeup on us! Those bastards!" Dean said lowly, glowering in disgust as he looked around for Olive. He spots her at the snack stand, where the kid was getting fed strawberries. "Olive is getting pampered!" He points to her, "Why can't I be pampered?"

Olive spots him across the set, sighing in relief. She moves away when Annie tries to feed her another strawberry, "I-It's okay, I really don't want anymore."

Annie drops her hands. "You sure? Are you like—sick or something?"

Olive slides off the chair, "Nope, just uncomfortable, see ya!" She swiftly makes her way over to Sam and Dean, who looked more confused than before.

"What's with the glasses?" Dean asked, poking to lenses.

"Violet needs them to see." Olive crossed her arms. "It sucks."

"I know what this is." Sam states.

"Okay what?"

"It's a TV show." He continued.

Olive frowned. "Even I knew that."

"Wait. I mean, here—whatever here is, this Twilight Zone that Balthazar zapped us into." Sam explains. "For whatever reason, our life is a TV show."

Olive pales, looking to the side, "People watch me pee?!"

Sam blinks. "I don't think it works like that."

"Why?" Dean asked.

"I don't know."

"No seriously, why? Why would anyone want to watch our lives?" Dean asked.

"Well, I mean, according to the interviewer, not very many people do." Sam says. Dean blinks flatly at his brother, grabbing Olive's hand as they walk across the set. "I'm not saying it makes sense. We landed in some dimension where you're Jensen Ackles and I'm something called a Jared Padalecki."

"So what now, you're Polish?" Dean says. "Is any of this making any sense to you, guys?"

"Nope, but I'm Violet Kripke." Olive adds, "My uncle created the show and well, my assistant keeps getting scared whenever I say I don't like something! I'm so mean." She sulked.

Dean chuckled, "That's a child actress for you." He opens the door to Stage Four, where more chaotic things are happening outside. "How come you get a cool backstory anyway?" He asked Olive, who shrugged.

Dean grins at the sight of the Impala, which was parked in the lot outside of the set. "Oh, hey! At least my Baby made it!" He states.

Olive frowned. "I'm right here!"

"No, not you Baby, I meant Baby." Dean explained unhelpfully. Only to stop short when a man comes over with a bucket, throwing dirt on the window. "Hey, hey! What are you—?"

It was then the Winchester's noticed the line of Impala's, some battered and broken while some were new, all with the same license plate.

Dean curls forward, holding in gags. "I feel sick." He says. "I'm gonna be sick."

Sam sighed, grabbing Olive's hand as they continued to walk through the sets. "Don't run off, okay?" He tells her. Olive nods, squeezing his hand.

"I wanna go home! I feel like this whole place is bad-touching me." Dean shivered.

"Yeah, I know. Me too." Sam agreed. "So, what do you think? Cas?"

"It's our best shot, if he's still alive." Dean says, stopping and closing his eyes. "Dear Castiel, who art maybe running his ass away from Heaven. . .we pray that you have your ears on. So, breaker breaker?" He opens one eye, looking around.

"Found him!" Olive states, pointing to Castiel who stood confused across the lot, staring at them.

"Cas!" Dean calls in relief. They run up to the angel, who Olive is just realizing isn't acting like himself. "Thank god, what is all this? What did Balthazar do to us?"

Cas clears his throat, almost like he was preparing before he spoke. "To keep you out of Virgil's reach, he's cast you into an alternate reality, a universe similar to ours in most respects yet dramatically different in others."

"Like Bizarro Earth?" Dean suggests. "Except instead of having Bizzaro Superman we get this clown factory!"

"Um. . .yeah." Cas says. Olive tilts her head at his unnatural attitude. "Anyway, no time to explain. Do you have the key?"

Sam let's go of Olive's hand, to search his pocket, pulling out the key and handing it to Cas. "So what does this thing do anyway?"

"It opens a room."

"What's in the room?" Dean pressed.

"Every weapon Balthazar stole from Heaven." He explained.

"Like my necklace?" Olive says, grabbing her charm.

"Uh. .yes, exactly." Cas nods.

"He gave it to us?" Dean asked in bewilderment.

"To keep it safe, till I could reach you." Cas says. "With those weapons, I have a chance to rally my forces."

"Oh, okay good." Sam nods in understanding. "So now, what's the deal with all this TV crap?"

"Pardon?" Cas questioned, confused.

"Amen, Padaleski." Dean scoffs a laugh.

"Lecki." Sam and Olive corrected.

"What?"

"Lecki." Sam continued. "I mean, I'm pretty sure."

"Aw, man." Cas whined in an unCas way. Olive reels back at his high tone as he pulls out a set of papers. "They put out new pages?"

Dean blinked. "New what?"

"Is this some kind of Cosmic joke?" Sam asked as Not-Cas looked through his script.

"Yeah, well if it is, it's stupid and we don't get it!" Dean continued.

"Yeah! Why am I wearing glasses?!" Olive pushes the glasses up the bridge of her nose.

Not-Cas laughed, undoing his tie. "Are you guys okay?" He looks down at Olive, "Vi, you need glasses to see! Annie said contacts and you said no, and well, we all know what happens when you get angry so. ."

Dean roughly grabs the pages from his hand. "Give me that. What is—?" He looks to his brother blankly. "These are words in a script! This isn't Cas!"

Olive gasped, pointing at the man. "Liar!"

"But look at him!" Sam points as well.

The man looks between them, "You guys wanna run lines or. .?"

"His name is Misha." Dean squints. "Misha?" The actor sighed knowingly, Dean most likely had commented on his name a thousand times.

"Wow, just great!" Sam deadpans, grabbing the key from Misha's hands.

Dean roughly hands him back the papers, and Olive simply shakes her head in disappointment, making Misha puzzled.

"Misha? Jensen? What's up with the names around here?" Dean scoffed once they were out of earshot.

"My feet hurt." Olive whined softly. Sam picks her up, being the tallest. Olive instantly wraps her legs around his waist as they walk down the set street.

Olive watches Misha laugh from his spot. "Ah you guys! You really punked me! I'm totally gonna Tweet this one!" He pulls out his phone, typing away. "Hola, Mishamigos. J-squared V, got me good! Really starting to feel like one of the guys."

-

"I just wanna dig my finger into my brain and scratch it till we're back in Kansas." Dean grumbles.

Sam stops, "Hey." He motions to the really expensive trailer in the parking lot. "J. Ackles."

Dean points to himself. "That's fake me." He then motions to the trailer. "This must be fake mine."

The alter-ego trailer of Dean's was nothing like Olive's and it made her bitter about how cool it was. The first thing you saw walking into the trailer was a large fish tank, the second being a cool drone on the table.

"Dude, I have a helicopter!" Dean said in excitement.

"Whoa. Alright, who puts a three-hundred gallon aquarium in their trailer?" Sam scoffed.

"Apparently, Jensen Ackles."

"Better than a sparkly pink, bedazzled dollhouse." Olive crossed her arms. "Who even does that to a perfectly pretty dollhouse?" She leans into Sam, horrified. "Even the tea set was sparkly." She whispered fearfully.

"Right, well. . .to avoid that." Sam motions to Olive, "We need research, let's see who this guy is."

"Well, he's not a Hunter but he plays one on TV." Dean says, picking up a discarded magazine. "Oh, come on. Look at these male-modeling sons of bitches!" He deadpans. "Nice blue steel, Sam."

"Hey, apparently it's our job."

"Oh, am I in there?" She jumped.

Dean flips through the magazine. "Page eight, exclusive interview with Violet Kripke and why she thinks she should be the star of the show—yikes." He winched.

Olive sighed loudly, throwing herself into the couch.

Sam clears his throat. "Here it goes. Says you're from Texas, and uh. Oh. Says you were on a Soap Opera."

Olive grins wildly, running up beside Sam as he clicked on the first video. Dean looks stunned.

". . .well if I didn't have cancer, and I wasn't married and I had plenty of money. . .would you wanna run away with me?" Asked the woman on the screen.

Dean rushes forward just as a younger version of himself comes on screen. Both Olive snickers as Sam looked at his brother disturbed.

"Money? You think I really care about money? I care that you're healthy!"

"I'm no quitter, Eric! I—"

Dean slams the computer shut. "Hey!" Olive whined. "It was getting good!"

"I don't like this universe, Sammy." Dean shivered. "We need to get out of this universe."

Sam nods. "Yeah, no argument here."

"I really don't like glasses." Olive agreed.

"But I don't think our prayers are reaching Cas." Sam says. "The real Cas."

"Agreed. I think we are definitely out of the soul-phone range but. . ." He trailed, picking up a notebook. "If we could reverse Balthazar's spell—I watched every move—If we just get the ingredients, get back to that same window and. ." He holds up the notebook, the same symbol that Olive saw on the window before they were thrown into it. "There's no place like home."

-

The Winchesters go through everything in Bobby's house—which wasn't Bobby's house at all, just four wooden walls and a big gap in the middle—for ingredients to completely Balthazar's spell. They didn't care much for the crew members and producers who gave them questionable stares, the only thing on their minds was getting home.

"Got it!" Sam announced, holding the small remains of a backbone. His face drops when bone folds easily. "It's rubber." He scoffs, throwing it over his shoulder.

"Check this out." Dean holds up a knife, bending it back and forth with an annoyed look before throwing it down aimlessly.

Olive picked up another weapon, a dagger. "Cool." She states, plunging it into Dean's stomach. He jumps back with a yelp, checking his stomach for a wound only to scold when Olive laughs, holding up the retracting plastic.

"What are we supposed to do with this crap, anyway?" He huffed, playing with a flimsy sword.

"Act?" Olive suggested. All three of them shiver at the thought.

With nothing to find on set, the three decided the best option was to leave. Of course this didn't go well with Annie, who said Bob would fire her if he found out she left Violet run-off—especially with two grown men who have no relation to her.

Olive simply cleared her throat, before doing the most un-Olive thing in the world. She felt guilty for yelling at Annie, threatening her with a glittery teacup before stomping away and swearing she'd quit if the assistant didn't leave her alone.

Olive made a mental note to send Annie a gift basket before they went home to their world, because even if she was a fake assistant, she actually seemed nice.

"I can't believe I yelled at her." Olive groaned for the third time as they walked to the nearest Impala in the parking lot. "I feel so bad."

"She's not even real! You're fine." Dean shrugged.

"Let's just focus on getting back to the real world." Sam sighed.

They all piled into the Impala, but the second Dean turned the key the engine sputters. Olive winced at the sound, and the second they pulled out of the lot the car began to shake.

"All right. We go round up the genuine articles, bring them here for the spell." Dean explains. "What the hell is going on?" He muttered as the car continued to shake.

Olive's eyes widened when she noticed the young man running beside the car, banging on the window in concern. "'Mr. Ackles, please!" His voice muffled. "Mr. Ackles please stop!"

"Uh, I think he wants you to stop." Olive pipes up from the backseat.

Dean cuts the engine. "You think?" He said sarcastically. "It's a frigging prop, like everything else!"

They all pile out of the car, more annoyed than before. "Thank you." The man says awkwardly.

Dean simply frowns. "How the hell are we supposed to get out of here?"

-

Apparently, being an actor meant having a chauffeur and the man who drove them out of the studio seemed like a decent guy. Though, like everyone else on set, Cliff couldn't help but look back at Olive awkwardly, wondering why the child star was seated between two men without her assistant and caretaker after hours.

"You know where you want me to drop you off?" Cliff asked once they pulled out of the studio. They glance at each other with panic. "Jensen?"

Dean froze, wondering why the man was staring at me. "Me. Yes." He realized. "I'll uh, just tag along with. ."

"Jared." Sam muttered.

"With Jared." Dean continued.

"Since when are you guys talking?" Cliff asked.

"Yeah, you know what, Clint?" Sam says.

"Cliff." He corrected. Olive shifted at the awkward atmosphere.

"Yeah. Yeah of course..Cliff, obviously." He stammers. "So, I think we're gonna go back to my place and do some. ."

"Work on our acting." Dean swooped in, saying it louder than necessary. "For our characters, for the show."

"Uh. All of you?" Cliff asked, looking between them.

Olive blink. "Sleepover!" She blurts. "I'm sleeping over. . .because. . ." She turns to the boys for help, who fumbled for an answer.

"Because learning our lines takes a while." Sam states. "A-And she's already up past her bedtime and—"

"Don't dig it deeper." Dean mutters. Sam instantly stops talking.

"Right, okay." Cliff says, chuckling awkwardly.

Dean changes the subject. "Where the hell are we anyway?"

The question was answered for him, when Cliff drove past a big sign that read Vancouver in bold neon letters, followed by a red leaf.

"Dude." Dean deadpans. "We aren't even in America."

-

Olive was surprised when the car pulled up to a large mansion at the end of the street, guarded by an expensive gate and shined like practical gold. Her jaw dropped at the fountain in front of the lot, and when she stepped out she couldn't help but run up to the flower bushes in front of the doors.

"Whoa! Your house is so cool, Sam!" She says, shamelessly picking a few of the colorful flowers on the bush.

Sam and Dean are stunned into silence, opening the double-doors to the house with a low whistle. It looked even better on the inside, like a museum.

Dean did a double-take when he walked inside, noticing Olive wasn't beside him. With a deep sigh, he walks back outside and picks her up, walking back into the house.

"Aw, man." She huffed, trying her best to weave the flowers together in a circle as she swayed over his shoulder.

"Nice modest digs, Jay-Z." Dean states, dropping Olive in the middle of the living room to take a look around.

"Wow, I must be the star of this thing." Sam says.

"Yeah right." Dean scoffed. "Whoa, check this out." He points to the large grey tanning bed in the corner of the living room.

"What am I, Dracula?"

Dean opens it, "George Hamilton Dracula." He notices the mini bar in the corner, "Oh, now we're talkin'."

"Done!" Olive announced, holding the flower crown above her head like a world prize. "Here you go, Uncle Sam." She hands it to the taller man, who softly takes it into his hand.

"Oh, uh, thanks." He smiled, placing it on his head just to make her happy. Satisfied, Olive turns on her heel towards the sofa.

"Dude, you have a Camel in your backyard!" Dean announced, eyes wide in bewilderment.

"It's an Alpaca, dumbass." Said a woman at the top of the stairs. She was beautiful, wavy black hair and a pretty black dress, no makeup.

Olive was confused as to why the boys were staring at the woman like she caused an apocalypse.

"Ruby?" Dean breathes out, shocked.

"Ruby." She chuckled bitterly. "Right, because that one never gets old." She walks right up to Sam, "How was work today, hon?"

And before he could answer she pressed her lips to his, leaning back in confusion when he didn't kiss her back. Sam simply stared at her stunned.

"What is on your head?" She mutters, grabbing the flower crown and crushing it into a ball like a piece of paper.

Olive audibly gasped, grabbing onto her father's sleeve for support. "Evil." She dragged.

"Wait, you and Ruby?" Dean asked, insulted at the thought of it. The woman, who everyone keeps calling Ruby, rolled her eyes.

"Do you honestly think that's funny, Jensen?" She asked.

"Right." He dragged, completely forgetting about their predicament. "Right because you're not Ruby, I-I mean how could you be? Ha, no. You are the lovely actress that plays Ruby. . .and you are in Jared's house." He continues. "Because you two are. . ."

Olive points to the wedding picture over the chimney, shocked. "Married." She managed.

Dean's eyes snap to the photo. "Married!" He repeated. "You married fake Ruby?!" He scolded. Sam looked horrified.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her eyes falling to Olive. "And why is your nine year old co-star in our house?"

Olive jumps. "Cool, I'm nine!"

"Work." Sam blurts.

"Yeah. We just thought we'd pop in. Say hey." Dean added, giving a wave. "Hey. And maybe run some lines."

Olive nods. "Sleepover."

"You've never even been to our house." She responds, unconvinced.

Dean laughs awkwardly. "Well, now that I know there's an Alpaca, I'm definitely coming back, so."

"Well, Alpaca's are the greatest animal."

Dean nodded. "Right. That is so important."

Olive crossed her arms. "You murdered a flower family." She states, pointing at the crushed flowers on the table. Ruby simply blinks back, unconcerned.

"Well, there's that thing I have to get to." She stands, looking to Sam expectantly.

"Oh, yeah!" He pretends. "Of course, the thing."

"The International Otter Adoption charity dinner?" She gives him a look.

"Oh."

Dean and Olive shift a laugh, looking away in discomfort as she kissed Sam again.

"I'm glad you two are talking, anyway." She smiled awkwardly before rushing out of the front door, grabbing her coat off the wrack and closed the door behind her.

Silence followed their exchange, and it wasn't until she was completely away from the house did Dean speak up.

"Well, looks like you did alright."

"I should figure out her name."

-

After spending hours looking up ingredients and paying shamelessly with Jared Padelecki's credit cards—the Winchesters thanking him repeatedly as they maxed all of his savings. The three headed to the airport where all of the supplies would be shipped with next day delivery.

Olive sat in the middle of Cliff's car, a pair of sunglasses over her eyes as she waited for Sam to come back from the plane.

"I don't mean to pry." Cliff says. "But why are we picking up packages at eight a.m that haven't cleared customs yet?"

"Just saving time." Dean responds. Sam piles into the car seconds later, holding the box out to Olive to hold. "All right. Here we go."

Cliff turns around in his seat. "Not doing anything illegal, are we?"

"Would it make you feel better if we said, no, Sir?" Olive asked.

Cliff sighed. "No."

The plan was to get to set before everyone else, do the spell without distractions and finally leave this universe—but thinks for the Winchesters never ever go to plan.

"Whoa, what—?" Dean pauses when the lights to set turn on. Olive sighed, banging her head on the prop table, it makes an indent.

"We finish in twelve hours if it kills us. Get A and B cam for scene twelve ." Bob Singer said to a crewman, pausing when he saw the three already on set. "What is this? Here for the first run-through before anyone else? Dedication."

Dean walks up to Bob, asking if he could clear the set, only to be answered with the most sarcasm Olive had ever heard, along with a few backhanded insults.

"I'll take that as a no." Dean muttered bitterly.

Sam and Olive sit down in the casting chairs, all four placed in a triangle like a school classroom. Olive sat in the back next to Misha, the guy wearing Castiel's face. He wasn't wearing a trench coat, just a white shirt under a black jacket.

"Oh, priority. What's in it?" Misha asked, looking at the box beside Sam.

"I bought part of a dead person." Sam says bluntly, all in complete truth.

Misha looks up from his script, slightly disturbed. "Oh...cool."

"Uh, bad news." Dean walks up. "Looks like we're gonna have to do a little acting."

Olive chokes on her spit.

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"Supernatural. Scene thirty-six, take one. Marker!"

Olive stands awkwardly beside Dean, who stood nowhere near his mark on the floor. She tried hard not to look at the camera, focusing on Misha who stood in his Castiel attire. Just seeing him that way made the little girl miss the real Cas more.

"Action!"

"Balthazar is no hero." He says. "But he knows Raphael will never take him back." He turns around, waiting for his cue to speak again.

Dean steps forward, like a cautious deer as he stared at Misha with an overly stoned face, making the actor uncomfortable. He goes to speak, only to shift back on the marks on the floor last second.

"Cut!"

By the eighth take, the group of three didn't seem to get any better. With Sam hopping in place, Olive staring straight into the camera not blinking, and Dean clearly reading his lines off of the paper outside of the camera view, it was safe to say everyone in the room was getting annoyed with the trio.

"What the hell?" Misha mouths.

By the next take, Olive couldn't sworn she was getting a hang of it until Sam said his own lines and messed everything up.

"It's because. . .it's because we have no other choice." He said dramatically.

"Don't look at the camera." Dean whispers out.

"Huh?"

"Look anywhere but the camera." He continued.

Olive instantly looks up at the ceiling, almost tipping over as she pulls her head back.

"It's because we have no other choice!" Sam repeats, looking up.

"Cut! For the love of—!"

Twenty takes later and Olive was getting tired of standing, dropping in a cross-legged position on the floor as the brothers continued to suck at acting. Unknown that she was completely out of frame and making the directors fume.

"If there's a key." Sam raises one hand. "Then there must also be a lock." He raised his other. "And when we find the lock, we can get the weapons. And then we can have the weapons."

"And the lock." Olive chimed from the floor.

Sam nods. "Yes, we'll also have the lock because we opened it, and the key that opened it will—"

"We need to get all of that crap." Dean said in a low growling voice.

Sam backtracks. "Dude, what—"

"That's how he does it." Dean whispers in a normal tone, jerking his head towards Misha who seemed more confused by the second.

"Oh, makes sense." Olive nods.

"Do we really need all these lines?" He asked the directors through the window. "I mean, I think we covered it! Right?"

"Cut!" Bob yelled, turning to anyone. "What is happening? What is happening?!"

"An atrocity is happening." Replied one man.

"Seems like they should stop." Said another.

Bob shakes his head. "They can't stop! Nobody stops!" He then speaks into the mic. "That was great guys, let's skip to the scene where Olive finds out Dean stole Cora's journal."

Inside of the booth, Olive turns to Dean with wide eyes. "You. . .huh?" She stammers.

Dean grimaced. "Damnit." He muttered.

She frowned, "You took the journal? W-Why would you do that?" She asked softly.

"I—" He sighs. "I was worried about you, that's all. I just wanted to know what was going on with the whole soulbound thing." He admits.

Olive bows her head. "This whole time, I thought I lost it. . .I felt horrible thinking I lost the only thing about my past. . .but you had it this whole time and you just let me feel horrible?" She says.

"Guys, we should talk about this later," Sam mutters.

Dean reluctantly nods. "Right. O, I promise we'll talk about it later, okay?" She meekly nods, turning away with sad eyes.

"There you go!" Bob yelled from the chair. "That is acting!"