Escaping Hell

It's All Fun and Games Until Someone Dies

I go upstairs to check on Castiel to make sure that he's okay. When I get up there, he isn't in the bed.

"Cas?" I call out, worried. No response. I then leave that room, and I go into the other rooms to see if he's with Sam or Dean or even Bobby for some reason. Nobody is in their rooms at all.

"Hello?" I yell, and nobody answers. The windows are now really dark, and I can't see much out of them. Then, everything gets really bright, and I can see out the window. What the hell? It looks like some sort of freaking film studio.

I hear Sam say behind me, "Since when did you like to get up this early?"

Turning around, I see him in a beanie hat and other clothes that Sam would never wear. "Um, what the heck are you wearing?" I ask, confused.

"What I always wear...?" he replies, "Sasha, are you feeling okay?"

"Uh...yeah...? Are you feeling okay?" I ask, raising an eyebrow and tilting my head slightly. He nods his head slowly, copying my demeanor.

"I remember what it was like to be new to this show. You're probably just nervous today," Sam tries to reassure me.

"What?"

"Okay...or maybe you're having amnesia..." he laughs.

"This is all really weird and really awkward. I'm uh, I'm going to go find Dean," I tell Sam.

"You mean Jensen?" Sam asks.

I play along, "Yeah, yeah, that's what I meant." Then, I exit Bobby's front door, finding myself in the middle of a film set. This is so effing bizarre, even for me.

"Good morning, Sasha," a woman with an earpiece greets as she walks past me, carrying a milk jug labelled "fake blood".

As I look around, there's no sign of Dean, or "Jensen" as Sam called him. What the hell kind of name is that?

"Lucy!" I hear someone whisper from behind some clothes racks. I peer through the clothing, and I'm face-to-face with Dean.

"Oh, thank god," I sigh.

"What happened? I was asleep, and then all of a sudden we're here!" he panics.

"I think it was Gabriel. He came to visit this morning, and now it seems that he's really screwed us over," I explain.

"Okay. Well, um, this is weird, but do you think you could find me some shoes somewhere? Since I was asleep I don't have any...or any pants," he asks of me, his face bright red. I can't help but laugh at him.

"Fine. Get some pants off of this rack, and I'll go hunt for shoes," I giggle as I walk off. Finding one of those people who wears an earpiece, I ask, "Hey, uh, Jensen's shoes got completely ruined on his way over here, and since he's kind of embarrassed he wanted me to ask if he could borrow some of the character shoes that you have here."

"Sure thing! By the way, Sasha, I am impressed that you got here early enough to get your hair and makeup done before most of the cast even arrived," the man smiles, letting me follow him to get Dean's shoes. Once he hands them to me, I give him a nice thank you and a smile before scurrying off to find Dean. Thankfully, he's still behind the clothes rack. I hand him the shoes, and he finally emerges after they're on his feet.

"Okay, so where's Sam?" Dean asks.

"I already saw him, but I think he's under the spell of this place. Everyone, including him, says that your name is Jensen and that my name is Sasha," I explain.

"Okay, well, if we're supposedly stars of some show, we must have trailers, right?" Dean asks. I nod.

"Let's go find mine," I say. As we walk, I comment, "By the way, what kind of names are Jensen and Sasha? I mean, they're different, kinda cool, but honestly, do I look like a Sasha to you?"