A/N: HEY GUYSS! I'm back! So this story idea has been floating around in my head for a long time, and this is just my idea on what would happen if Team Free Will met J2M. It will be a multi-chapter story so I'll try my hardest to update this every week. Flames accepted and remember, REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. If I did, Destiel would have happened already, Sam would have a dog, and Gabriel would have never died. All rights go to Eric Kripke and Warner Brothers. I just came up with the plot

Dean rounds the corner of the room, just as he hears Kevin scream. Quickly he turns and sees a white light flood out of the prophets eyes as Gadreel holds his hand on his forehead.

"No! No no no! Kevin?!" Dean runs forward quickly, as Kevin's body thuds to the ground.

"Damnit Dean what happened?" Sam said as Dean drove down an empty road, headlights the only source of light penetrating the darkness enveloping the Impala.

"Sorry about Kevin, but ultimately, it's for the best. I must go now, best you clean up before Sam awakens. Goodbye Dean." And with that, Gadreel left Sam's body, Blue-white grace flowing out of Sam's mouth and into the vent. Sam collapsed on the ground, knocked out cold. Dean scrambled to check his brother, then, realizing he was alright, turned towards the dean body of the prophet. "Kevin? Kevin?."

Dean remained stoic, eyes only flicking in the rearview mirror to see a slumbering Castiel in the backseat.

Dean bowed his head, and mourned. Kevin was dead and it was his fault. Suddenly Sam flinched, drawing a long breath of air. Dean quickly stood over him. "'Sammy? are you alright?"

Sam looked at him confused. "Yeah, but what happened?" Sam looked around, and his eyes landed on Kevin. "Kevin? Dean What happened?!" Dean opened his mouth to speak, but Smoke on the Water began to hum from out of his pocket. Dean quickly cleared his throat and answered it. "Hello?"

"Dean...I.."

"Cas?! Where are you man, are you okay?"

"Angels...they were torturing me."

"Where are you?"

"Still in Wyoming, I believe. I-I'm not quite sure."

"Hey hey no problem, Just be careful and Sam'll track down your cell signal. We will be right there.

Sam glared at his brother. Why wasn't he telling him anything? "Dean you can't just keep me in the dark about Kevin's death. What happened? His eyes were burned out. Looked like the work of an angel. And what about Cas man? What is going on, Dean?"

Dean sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. "It was an angel. I don't know how it got in the bunker

"Who? how'd they get in the bunker?"

"I don't know."

Dean gave a sideways glance at Sam, watching concern and anger mixing in his eyes. He sighed internally. "I don't know how or who, all I know is that the angel who did this is going to pay." What Dean didn't want Sam to know was that it was under Sam's hand that Kevin died. Sammy can't ever know.

xxxxxx

Sam awoke with a sneeze. The action jolted his eyes open and caused his whole body to jolt slightly. He scrunched his nose and brushed away what appeared to be fluffy tan wisps from the rug he was lying on. Rolling on to his back, he closed his eyes again, blocking out the warm yellow light that filtered through the blinds of the window. Wait a second, blinds? Rug? Didn't they all crash in the Impala because Dean didn't want to go home to the bunker?. His eyes flew open as he bolted upright, observing his surroundings. He let out a sigh of relief, seeing Cas laying on a big brown leather couch, with Dean draped across his chest. Sam chuckled slightly at the sight, and stood up. It looked like they were in some kind of trailer, complete with a huge flat screen T.V., kitchenette, sports stuff, and photos along one side of the trailer. Then Sam remembered what had happened before. Kevin. They needed to go back the the bunker and give him the hunter's funeral. First they had to figure out where they were. Focus Sam. Sam walked over to the wall, confusion clouding his brain after observing one of them. It was of him, with a kid on his side and a baby on his knee. What the hell? Another picture was of him, Dean, and Cas holding beers, huge smiles on all their faces. On another was a picture of him and a pregnant Ruby. What the hell is going on- ohhhh shit. A trailer? Him and Ruby? It couldn't be. He turned toward the coffee table and picked up a packet of papers. All it took was one look at the title page to confirm his suspicions.

SUPERNATURAL: SEASON 9

He turned to the couch and began to lightly shake Dean. "Dean? Dean we have a big problem."

"Mmm, five minutes." Dean mumbled, snuggling deeper into Castiel's chest. In any other situation, Sam would have burst out laughing, all while taking a picture and sending it to their friends that weren't dead. But with the recent discovery, the action only annoyed him. Sam looked around the small space, and under the couch, was the perfect item to wake up Dean. An airhorn. He positioned himself as far away from Dean as possible and squeezed the trigger.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

"SON OF A B-" Deans eyes snapped open, as did Castiel's. but unlike Castiel, who remained calm, Dean fell off the couch and hit the ground, hard. Castiel helped Dean up, then turned to Sam.

"Hello Sam. You seem worried."

"You have no idea."

" What could possibly be so bad that you wanted me to go deaf and sprain my ass? Cause that was seriously a dickbag mov- wait, where are we?" Dean said, finally taking note of his surroundings, " Last I remember, we were in Baby. Now we are in a man-cavey type place. We need to get back to the bunker. Kevin is"

Sam wordlessly gave him the papers and waited. As Dean scanned the page, his eyes went from confused to surprise to anger in two seconds flat. "Un-freaking-believable, we are back in this freak fest."

"Dean I don't understand, where are we?"

"Remember when you and Balthazar sent us to that other dimension? Well there, our lives were a T.V. show, and we were the actors. Sam was Jared, I was Jensen, and you were Misha."

"Oh, I see now how that would 'suck'."

"But what I don't get," Sam began, "Is how the show is still running, I mean, Virgil killed almost all the producers and stuff, not to mention that he killed Misha."

Cas turned to him, eyes wide "My doppelganger perished?"

But before Sam could respond, the door to the trailer and in walked….themselves. the three newcomers stared. Sam, Dean, and Cas stared. After of few more awkward minutes of this, Sam finally realized one major difference between now and the last time. He turned to his brother and grabbed his Shoulders. "Dude, we didn't switch places this time, we just appeared in their universe!"

Dea growled and threw the papers down on the floor. "We don't have the fucking time for this shit, we need to get back now!"

A/N: There you go! First chapter! Please please review! Second chapter up hopefully next week! Love you alllllllll. Salt and kisses,

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