Supernatural - Abby Road 2
The next thing Dean knew he was sitting in the Impala. It was parked on the back lot of a television studio. The door to his right seemed to be beckoning to him. He left the comfort of the Impala hesitantly. As he opened the door he heard applauding. A blonde woman sat at the front of the room, facing a studio audience. Everyone was staring at him.
“Jensen Ackles!!” The woman's yell startled him. She waved him to the stage. He proceeded up the center aisle. She patted the chair next to her. He climbed the stairs and sat down.
“Jen. Can I call you Jen?”
“Okay.” He answered, eyes darting around the audience for a familiar face. “And I'll call you. . .?”
“My friends actually call me Barbie not Barbara.”
“Barbie it is then. Charming.” He smiled uncomfortably.
“We all love the show.” More applause.
Dean jumped slightly as women in the audience let out shrieks and screams. “The show,well yeah, how can you not love the show?” He bluffed.
“And we can't wait till you find Sam.”
Dean's head snapped toward the blonde woman speaking. She had his undivided attention. “Sam?? Do you know where he is?”
“Well, I have my theories, but we'll just have to wait to find out.” Barbie smiled but her face began to look familiar. “You have an amazing cast on the show. Do you wanna bring out some more Supernatural boys?”
The audience exploded into more shrieking and screaming. Dean felt very uncomfortable. His eyes darted around the room not sure what was happening.
“Let's bring out the angel who saved Dean. And the actor who possesses the most hypnotic blue eyes on television. Misha Collins.”
The screaming didn't effect Dean this time. He was to busy watching Castiel emerge from a side door on the stage. But this was definitely not Castiel. No trenchcoat. No suit. He wore blue jeans. 'Blue jeans?' Dean thought. And a blue button up shirt. It was dark and made his eyes all the more intense. But it was his face that shocked Dean. Cas was smiling, a huge tooth filled grin. And his eyes weren't strained with strife and determination. They danced with amusement. This was not Castiel.
The man sat next to Dean. He clasped his hand on Dean's shoulder and smiled at the blonde woman. “Misha, great to have you on!” she said.
“Great to be here. We are so excited about the new season. I'm especially excited 'cuz Cas is going to get to use some of those amped up powers God gave him.” Dean stared slack jawed at the man next to him. His voice! It was higher somehow. And he spoke quickly, his face extremely animated. For someone who looked so much like his friend, he was so different.
Barbie spoke again. “So tell me what it's like off the set. Are you all as close as you seem?”
“Oh I hate them all!! No, we do get along well. The personality dynamics are really different then on the show. Jensen, here, is a little bit more reserved and Jared tends to cut up more. And I am much more confident then Cas. He's got issues.” He glanced at Dean hoping for a reaction or response.
Dean smiled and nodded trying to come up with something. “Yeah, I'm kinda quiet and um, . . . He,” Gesturing toward Cas. “talks a lot more then Cas does, and he smiles.”
Dean's response amused the blonde woman. She smacked her leg as she laughed. “That is true. Castiel doesn't get a chance to smile very often. That's too bad, you have a beautiful smile, Misha.”
'Misha' hung his head in mock embarrassment. The audience began to shriek and scream again. The blonde raised her hand in an act of control and the audience calmed down. “These are not the only two boys we have today. To round out Team Free Will, we have the hunky, and sometimes demonic, little brother, Jared Padalecki.
A tall figure stepped out of a door at the back of the studio. He hung in a shadow at first but as he glided forward to the stage Dean burst out of his chair. Sam!! Dean knew this could only be a dream but it felt so real. Sam looked so real. The relaxed grin, the puppy dog eyes. He was heading straight for Dean. When he got to the stage he lifted Dean into a bear hug. Dean held on for dear life. “Hey, Jen, that's enough. Yeah love you too, buddy.” Sam's voice tickled his ear. Dean reluctantly let go. Sam laughed at him.
Sam sat down on the other side of 'not Castiel'. Barbie turned to look at all of them. “Jared you recently got married. Congratulations.”
“Thanks Barbara. Yeah, we met on the show. Oh, there we are.” Dean spun around to a gigantic tv screen. As big as life, Sam stood with his arm draped around. . . Ruby?!?
“You've got to be (BLEEP) me!!” Dean rubbed his head in pain.
Sam flashed a toothy grin. “Still hard to believe I settled down, huh Jen?” He leaned passed Cas and patted Dean on the leg, a hearty guffaw rumbling in his chest.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Jen?” Dean turned to blonde Barbie and again she began to look familiar. Her face was changing. Dean looked back at the audience. Then snapped back toward the blonde host, who was now Gabriel in a wig.
“Hi Dean.” The other guys were still smiling and waving at the studio audience. “Pantyhose are a bitch.”
“Gabriel!! What is this?!” Dean's rage boiled over.
“Hey Dino, this is your dream. I prefer blondes in bikinis but to each his own.”
“My dream?”
“Well, I helped a little. Your subconscious has very little imagination. You know me, I'm a giver.”
“Come on, Gabe.” Sarcasm dripped off the name. “What's all this about?”
“Just a chance for you to see Sammy. Go on, talk to him. No offense, but I think tomorrow night I'm gonna jump into Abby's dream, if you get my drift.”
“Yeah, like snow.”
“Good one Dean, drift, snow. You kill me.” Gabriel winked. “Well, you've tried anyway.”
Dean turned back toward Sam and Cas, but as he did the scenery changed. No longer in the studio, he and Sam sat in the Impala. Lights dropped from the ceiling of a warehouse type room. People ran around busy with unseen tasks. A small redheaded woman came at him with some sort of brush.
“You're shiny, more powder.”
“Whoa!” Dean threw up his hands to stop her. “I do not wear make-up!”
“Jensen, you have a whole tube of mascara on as we speak.” Sam twisted around to look at him.
“Dude, I do not wear mascara!” Even as he said it he could feel his top and bottom eyelashes tangling together.
“What is with you? We've got a few more shots and then we can head out of here.”
“Shots?”
“Yeah, pictures. Now here comes Boris. Just. . . Ugh!” Sam snorted.
“Boris?”
“Yes, what are you some kinda parrot? Get your head out of your ass and let's do this.”
“Okay, let's do this. Pictures, make-up. Sounds like heaven a-la-mode.”
“Yeah, well, it's not my favorite way to spend a Saturday either okay.” Sam shook his head and let his hair fall over his eye. A man ran up and began using a comb and some spray to coax it back into place.
A bulky man with a thin black mustache had stopped about four feet from them studying the scene around him. Dean assumed this was Boris. He had two cameras dangling around his neck and a green cap perched jauntily on his head. “Is not right!” He yelled in a thick Russian accent.
Three men and one woman ran to him all speaking at once.
“The lighting, it needs adjusting.”
“Maybe a wardrobe change. Maybe Jared in blue. No blood red.”
“If they sat on the car. . .”
“We're not married to the Impala in the shot. Maybe something else huh?”
The Russian held up his hand to stop them. “You!” He looked at Dean. “Your eyes.”
“I know, right, they got me wearing fricken mascara. Next they'll be sticking a bow in my hair.”
Sam smacked him in the arm.
Boris ignored them both and continued talking. “The eyes are the windows to the souls. I see nothing. You have to give me Dean.”
“Give you Dean?”
“Dude, stop the repeating, seriously.” Sam whispered in his ear.
“Leave Jensen behind and bring me Dean. I need despair, angst, the heartbreakingness.”
Dean opened his mouth to repeat that last one for clarification, but Sam cut him off.
“Boris, he's having a really bad day, man. Let me help. Jen, we just need the squinty eyes, pouty lips, the Dean stuff. Come on, I'll do the sad puppy dog Sam eyes.”
“Wait!!” Boris yelled as he pulled one of the cameras to his eye. “That's it. Keep talking. Look at each other. Yes, I see Dean. I see you.”He danced around them and snapped shots. Sam kept talking. Dean listened.
“I need a break, man. I can't wait to get out of here. These photo sessions are killing me. I just want to get to Texas. Fast!”
Dean resisted the urge to repeat Sam. “What's going on in Texas?”
“Oh, my dad's got this neighbor who's a real ogre.” Sam noticed the odd squint of Dean's eyes. “Not a real ogre!!”
“Of course not.” Dean snapped. “That's ridiculous. A real ogre.” He scoffed.
“He's just a grumpy, grouchy, cantankerous . . .”
“Oh, cantankerous, you get one of those word a day calenders?”
“I like to better myself.”
“Don't get all cantankerous about it.
“Shut up!”
“Maybe a come-back a day calender would help you out there, buddy.”
“Dean?” Gabriel's voice interrupted their bickering.
Dean looked up where Boris had been snapping pictures and there stood Gabriel. Complete with the thin mustache and jaunty green cap. “Wow, you two are fun. So.”
He snapped his fingers and everything disappeared. “Sorry to cut this short, but Cas is waiting for me. We're over due for a little brotherly bonding. But you got what you needed. So. . . bye!” He waved and vanished.
Dean's eyes shot open and he had returned to the room at Bobby's.
Two hours later Dean lounged at the kitchen table with Bobby and Abby. He sipped his black coffee in silence.
“So . . .” Abby spread butter on a piece of toast. “You said you think you know where Sam is? My last spotting was four days ago in San Francisco. But honestly, not a reliable source.”
“This is gonna sound crazy.” Dean lowered his head. “I think he's in Texas fighting ogres with Dad.”
“Dean, “ Bobby spoke softly. “ Your Dad's dead, son.”
Dean slammed the table and stood up. “So's my brother, so explain to me how any of it makes sense.” He turned to Abby. “This is all Gabriel's doing.”
“What do you mean?”
“This dream, he was in my dream.”
“You're trusting a dream?”
“I didn't have a dream about Gabriel. Sometimes angels can walk into your dreams. He was showing me Sam.”
“In Texas, fighting ogres with your deceased dad. Okay, you're right. You've snapped.” Abby munched on her toast.
“So what? We go to San Fransisco? Chicago?” Dean asked.
“No,” Abby stood up.” I'm going to go scour the computer for mysterious disappearances in Texas. It's a big state. We need to narrow it down just a little more. You should get the car ready for the trip Hopefully, Cas will be back when we're ready.”
“Don't count on it. He just zaps in whenever he gets a chance.”
“Great so just . . . you and me.”
“Yes, I'm thrilled too.”
“Just don't go killing each other.” Bobby put an arm around Abby. “I'm just getting used to her, and I'm not going to anymore funerals for you.”
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