Disclaimer: I do not own Dean or Sam. If I did, this would be a real movie. I do however, own the other characters.

I decided to take a break from the story I was writing to write this. The idea hit me when I was looking up really bad Halloween movies. Don't worry, I'm almost done with Insomnia, so bare with me. Tell me if you guys like this so far.

"Are you sure it ran through here?" Dean asked, unsure of his surroundings. They had found their way into what seemed to be an empty storage unit. Sam nodded, confirming his suspicions. The dirty windows letting in a dull light, lightly illuminating the area. A shiver ran down Dean's spine. Something about this hunt just didn't seem right. In all logical sense, it shouldn't even be happening! Werewolves didn't change on a new moon, much less in the middle of the day.

Beads of sweat started to gather on his forehead, his sweaty palms grasping tightly around his revolver. The dirt on the ground had accumulated over the years and was now softly floating in the air from the brother's on edge movements. Dean wiped the sweat off of his brow, softly cursing at dirt that threatened to suffocate him.

There was a loud crashing noise at the east side of the warehouse. Dean and Sam shot glances in the direction watching several paint cans roll away, expecting a half man half beast to spring them. Dean sighed. The dirt in the air was creating a greenhouse effect on the warehouse, making it to warm for comfort and almost impossible to breathe. The rim of his shirt was soaked with sweat, as he nervously made his way to the source of the noise.

Using the barrel of his gun, he began to sift through the pile of cans, seeking any sort of clues to help explain the strange phenomenon. Sam appeared behind him, putting his arm on Dean's damp back. Dean jumped at the contact, but relaxed into the touch, letting the cooler feeling of Sam's fingers surge through him.

"I don't think it's here anymore," Sam explained, "I mean, we can't even track this thing very well. For all we know, it could have already changed back to human form!"

Dean was half listening to Sam's words, half concentrating on seeking clues, when he pushed one paint can out of the way revealing a large black box. 'What the hell is this?' He thought, poking at it with the gun. He was about to turn to ask Sam when a loud squealing noise emitted from it, deafening the brothers.

"Cut!" Shouted a plump man through a megaphone. Dean looked closely at the black box again, rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants. It was a speaker, being carefully concealed behind a pile of paint cans. "What are you two doing here?" the man shouted into his megaphone.

The brothers turned to explain, when they saw the werewolf tapping her impatient foot against the ground. Dean blushed, the realization that they were in the middle of a movie shooting. "Get off my set, and make sure you put those paint cans back in place." the short man yelled. He looked at Dean, shrugging off the man's sweaty shirt as working hard, a quality he admired. His gaze shot to the revolver in each of the boys hands. "I see that the props have arrived."

"Uh, yeah," Dean explained, thinking on his toes. "Just making sure the set was safe." Sam nudged him in the ribs, and he promptly shut his mouth. 'What the hell was that for?'

"We were just leaving." Sam said, grabbing Dean's arm and dragging him out of the pile of paint cans. Dean nearly lost his balance, as Sam eagerly pulled him off to the side.

"Wait a second," the plump man added, running a finger through his medium length blond hair. "We are a little short on cast members, how do you boys feel about acting?"

Dean's eyes brightened at the question. "Hell yeah!" he shouted, without consulting Sam. His thoughts went back to the days he spent as a PA for the film Hell hazers II: The Reckoning. Sam elbowed Dean in the ribs, painfully announcing his disapproval. Dean shrugged it off and shuffled to wards the director. Sam sighed and followed after him.

Sam knew that Dean enjoyed his days back on when they were PAs. Honestly, the thought intrigued him as much as it did Dean. They had been on hunts non stop for several months, and a short break sounded comforting. He let out a soft sigh before following his brother over to the director.

"Let's take this outside," the director shouted through his megaphone. "It's getting overly warm in here and the dust is starting to get to me." Everyone nodded in agreement, before packing up their items and following him out of the warehouse.

Dean inhaled the fresh air deeply, relishing in the soft breeze that cooled his body. Being stuck in that damn building had started to give him a headache. Sam followed him out, wincing as the sun beamed in their eyes.

"Alright, its good to have you on board!" the plump man replied, using his normal voice instead of the megaphone for the first time. "My name is Robert, and this here lady is Leah." Robert extended a white pudgy finger to wards the saucy werewolf actress.

Her long brown hair was messy, due to her portraying the evil werewolf. Her clothes were ripped, displaying the lightly golden skin that hid beneath. Dean eyed her lithe form, noticing how her frame had curves in all the right places. Making his way up to her perfect face, her dark green eyes penetrating through him. A shiver ran down his spine, similar to that of the one when they had first spotted her.

Robert pulled out a contract, and pinned it to his clipboard. He thrust the board to wards Dean, who took it without question. "It's just a contract stating that you will be working as actors for the movie."

Dean's lips curled into a smile, as he eagerly took the pen to sign the form, before handing the clipboard to Sam. Sam eyed it hesitantly before signing it as well.

"Good, very well then." Robert began, "You are probably wondering who and what your characters are." Deans smile turned into confusion at hearing the word what. 'What our characters will be?'

"What do you mean by, 'what'?" Sam asked in confusion, seeing his brother play it over in his head. Sam gave Leah a glance, before assuming they would also be playing monsters.

"Well, we couldn't get many actors to fill the part, you see." Robert started to tap his foot nervously. "You two will be two really good Friends, who share a common past. Both of your fathers were brutally murdered by werewolves."

Dean's eyes started to shine, his smile growing showing off his pearly white teeth. The plot was very similar to their own past, except for them being brothers, and their mom died instead of their father. Sam saw the glitter in Dean's eyes, before wondering, 'why did they have trouble getting actors for this?'

Robert started again, "But the twist is, that they are gay lovers."

Dean's smile changed drastically as his jaw dropped. "Theres no backing out now though, you two signed the contract!" Robert grabbed the clipboard out of Sam's hands, smiling to himself before turning to leave. Dean turned to Sam, a look of hysteria in his eyes.

"Sammy?" the words were high pitched, piercing Sam's ears. Sam turned to his brother just in time to watch him fall the ground with a sob.

A/N: lol, hope you all liked it. Please tell me if anything doesn't fit, feedback is much appreciated, just don't be to harsh on me please.