The Castiel Mistake

A Strange World

That symbol was familiar to Castiel, but he couldn't figure out what it was. Maybe it was because of his impact to the concrete wall just moments before. He didn't understand why Anika attacked him or still believed that he was the one who deliberately made the angels fall from Heaven. Granted he was tricked by Metatron to be his partner, but still, every angel should have seen that Metatron was the real mastermind behind everything. She must have been one of those very few that were too wrapped up in their own world and assumptions that Cas defied Heaven and is "bad". One thing he didn't understand was when she said, 'Goodbye, Castiel' like he was about to die. Mentally checking himself, he didn't feel dead, but then again, who does when they die. Being an angel for hundreds of years, he's seen many souls who don't know they're in fact dead until they get flashback of their death. Cas knew for a fact he wasn't dead, well not yet. He would have been sent straight back to Heaven and he's still in his vessel, Jimmy Novac.

Brushing his dirty hands on the outside of his trench coat, Castiel healed up the mild concussion his vessel sustained from the fight. He stood up in awe, taking in his surroundings. He was no longer in that small northwestern town. He was surrounded by small rooms held up by wooden frames, bright white lights, and a lot of people carrying film equipment. The room he landed right next to was an exact replica of the bunker Sam and Dean stay in, and the one adjacent to him was the room where Dean was cured.

Why do these people possess these rooms? They must be part of a cult. Cas thought as he started to touch the objects placed in the bunker replica.

"Misha, c'mon we're filming a scene in there in 10 minutes. Prank the guys somewhere else. And you can take your outfit off you know, your finished with your on camera scenes today," A man carrying a clipboard spoke in Castiel's direction. A few moments after the man walked away was when Cas realized that the man was taking to him. Cas placed the books he picked up back in their original spots and started roaming around the building.

"Who is this 'Misha' person he referred to me as?" Cas wondered to himself.

Through his wandering around, he has found that almost every building he has walked into throughout his life with the Winchesters is in the same place. All of the details in the replicas match the details of the real version in Cas's world. The people here as well, are different to who he has seen in his travels. Some carry giant fuzzy cylinders on poles, some hold cameras the size of small children, and some pull around multiple copies of the same clothing item, the trench coat included.

Noticing the confused look painted on Castiel's face, a young crew member walked up to him hoping to settle his confusion. "Do you need something Misha?" She asked.

"No-I mean yes. Do you know where I can find the Winchesters? They must have an angel sigil blocking me from contacting them," Cas questioned the assistant.

"Well, um, Cas, they're probably out planning a new prank or something before their scene, so check by the food table or their dressing rooms," The crew member pointed to her left as she spoke.

"Thank you."

As he turned away in the direction the woman pointed to, she called out to Cas one more time, "Oh and Misha, nice job of staying in character."

Having more confusion than he started out with, Cas ventured to the food table. Spread out on the cheap table was a vast assortment of breakfast food and sandwiches, which made him a bit hungry just staring at it all. He turned his head to the right towards the end of the table and found a man dressed in a casual red t-shirt and blue jeans that resembled Crowley.

Crowley is here as well? Maybe he knows where I am. Cas thought as he started to walk towards the demon.

"Hey Misha, I thought you were in your dressing room," The man said as he put a blueberry muffin on his paper plate.

Before Cas could reply, the same man interrupted him, "Oh if you're looking for the guys they're in Jared's dressing room getting ready for their scene. You might want to prank them now, FYI. There's some extra whipped cream left in the refrigerator."

"Mark! One of the producers wants to talk to you," Another crew member shouted to the man Cas was speaking to.

"Can't I just have 5 minutes to enjoy this muffin?" Mark sighed as he placed the food item back in the basket and walked over to the group of important looking people.

He mentioned a dressing room for someone named Jared. Maybe he will know the whereabouts of Sam and Dean. Cas thought to himself as he searched for the man.

After maneuvering through the set and hesitantly waving whenever someone called him 'Misha,' Castiel finally found the dressing room marked 'Jared Padalecki.' He wondered who he would find in there, he assumed it was another one of the actors that worked on whatever the television show they filmed here was. Stepping up to the white doorway, Cas contemplated whether he should knock or simply let himself in. The door swung open, startling him, and out emerged two tall men, both resembling the Winchester brothers.

"Sam, Dean, I don't know-" Cas started before being cut off by the person he thought was Dean.

"Misha, why are you still in character? Did Mark make you do this? I know he's kinda intimidating and all, but dude, if you stay in that thing too long, you'll be sweating more than Jared."

"I don't know what you are talking about. Who is this 'Misha' person that everyone refers to me as?"

"Okay, fine, whatever, let's head down to your dressing room since it's on the way to our scene." The other man, Jared, said with a slightly annoyed tone. "Dammit not again."

Jared put his left hand on Cas's back and gave him a slight push to get him moving towards Misha's dresing room. Both Jared and Jensen had looks of annoyance on their faces, and Cas guessed it was from whatever Misha does to them. Feeling overpowered by the height of the two guys, he followed where they were guiding him. Cas knew that it would take a lot of persistance to get them to believe him.

"I'm not Misha my name is Castiel. I am an Angel of the Lord," He pleaded, hoping that by using his full title, they would understand.

Letting out a long sigh, Jensen walked up to Misha Collins' dressing room door and started to open it, "Seriously, I'm about one second away from-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the door was already wide open. Noticing Jensen being speechless, Cas peeked from behind him and glanced at what made him go mute. Inside the room, was Misha Collins himself.