The French Mistake Part 2

Supernatural

Y/D/N = Your daughter's name | Y/S/N = Your son's name

"Okay, where'd you put her?" Dean demanded, pinning Balthazar against the wall after getting rid of Jud, though not managing to kill him before he got away. "And why  would you do that to her, of all people?!"

"Honestly, Dean," Balthazar said, his hands slightly in the air in a surrendering position. "I've done it to both you and Sam and you both turned out perfectly fine."

"So, you sent her back into the world with all those crazy people?" Dean threw his hands off Balthazar angrily, pacing the room back and forth. "Are you insane? We barely mentioned it to Y/N, she has no idea what you got herself into."

Balthazar scoffed as Sam walked into the room, obviously not managing to get the sleep he needs. "What's going on?" Sam asked, noticing first the broken window, then Balthazar. "Where's Y/N?"

"Balthazar sent her to Supernatural," Dean stated, tossing his hand towards the angel as he sat against Bobby's desk.

"What? Why?" Sam fully turned towards Balthazar.

"I think the most important question here is to how we get her back," Bobby spoke up. "If it's the same world he's thrown you two in, she's not going to be as subtle as you."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Well, come on," Bobby said, "it's Y/N, the one who always goes first in a hunt, the one who always asks the right questions. She's going to be so confused in that world that there's no telling what she'll do. She's never confused."

Sam scoffed. "Go get her," he demanded. "Now."

"Well, I can't," Balthazar said. "That's the thing."

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You walked around Set 43, or so what Bobby said, and sighed when you found something that might help you figure things out - a script.

The script was under your name, or the name everybody seems to be calling you instead of your actual name.

"Jensen Ackles?" you questioned yourself after opening the book. "Jared Padalecki? Misha Collins?" And then you stopped when you read the highlighted name, your name, Y/A/N Collins. Your mind flashed back to the wedding ring Castiel placed on your finger, the quick peck on the lips before leaving. You dropped the book and ran a shaky hand through your hair. "I'm married to the man who plays Castiel?"

"Y/A/N?" The voice made you jump and you turned to see Sam, your mind racing through to find out what his actor name is. "What are you still doing here? It's almost after midnight."

"Right," you said, nodding. "Well, I-" You cleared your throat, stuffing your hands into your pockets. You thought he was already gone, especially since he asked you to join him and whoever plays Dea for beers later. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," he said, shrugging.

"How long have I been married to" - you swallowed, at first forgetting the name, then it coming back to you - "Misha Collins?"

He laughed a little. "You're kidding, right?" When you shook your head, he laughed again. "It's been four years, Y/A/N. You two met here, on the set, just like I met Gen and-"

"Gen? Who's Gen?"

He chuckled again, although confusion crossed his features. "My  wife," he answered. "Seriously, Y/A/N, are you okay?"

Wife? Sam has a wife? Your chest tightened up at the thought, something you've never thought you'd feel - jealousy. "Fine," you replied, looking away from the man you had thought you loved. Apparently, you loved Castiel instead. "I just-"