The next morning, you and the brothers are at the airport well before the day has even started. You have to get here first if you want to go to set and do the spell. It's best if you do it without anyone there, so you have to get there before anyone else arrives, which means you have to do this at the ass crack of dawn.
Sam is getting the package while you, Clif, and Dean are waiting in the car. You're nervous because as soon as you get to work, you'll have to face Misha, and you don't know what you'll do or say when he asks you why you didn't come home last night. He has been calling you non-stop since you woke up, and you have to dodge yet another call from him.
"Maybe you should answer the guy," Dean whispers to you.
"I don't know how to get him off my back, Dean."
"You need to answer him or else he might send a search party for his pregnant wife."
Misha calls again, and this time, you do answer it.
"My God, Meredith, where the hell are you? I've been calling and texting, and you didn't come home last night. I was ready to call the police," he exclaims.
"No, don't do that. I'm fine, Misha. Really, I am. Stop calling. I'll see you at work," you say and hang up before he can get another word in. Clif looks at you through the rear-view mirror, and you just shake your head at him. "Not a word, Clif."
"Yes, ma'am," he nods. "So, I don't mean to pry, but why are we picking up packages at 8:00 A.M. that haven't cleared customs yet?"
"Just saving time," Dean answers just as Sam enters the car with the package in hand.
"Alright, here we go."
"We're not doing anything illegal, are we?" Clif asks and drives off.
"Would it make you feel better if we said no?" you ask.
"No."
Clif doesn't ask any more questions as he takes you back to set. No one is here yet, so it's dark and empty–just the way you like and need it. You three quickly head inside and into the fake room that's meant to replicate your dad's study. You turn on the lights and quickly head over to the desk to sort this thing out. You get everything sorted out, but you're quickly interrupted by Bob Singer, the director, and more crew members filing in for the day. The set lights turn on, exposing you three inside your dad's fake house.
"We finish today in twelve hours if it kills us all. Get 'a' and 'b' cam for scene twelve. What is this?" Bob says when he spots you three. "Here for the first run-through, before anyone else? Dedication."
"Uh, can I talk to you for a second?" you ask, stepping aside with him. "Um, we're gonna need the set cleared for, on the safe side, an hour or so."
"You need it cleared?"
"Yeah, me and Jensen and Jared were going to do some actor stuff," you chuckle.
"Meredith, we're thrilled to see you collaborating so creatively, and your enthusiasm is refreshing. We will clear this set exactly when we shoot the two and three-eighths pages we are scheduled to shoot on this set. So, you do your 'actor stuff' and we'll do our 'camera stuff', okay? But, please take it easy on my great-granddaughter okay?"
You chuckle nervous and nod, leaving his side to go back to the brothers who are sitting in their actor chairs. Misha comes walking in, and you mentally prepare yourself for the fight you know is going to home–a fight you have no business having.
"Meredith, can I talk to you please?"
"Sure," you sigh and step off to the side with him.
"Look, I get that you need your space, and I am happy to give it to you, but I really don't appreciate you talking to me like that. I am your husband, and I don't deserve anything less than what we promised each other on our wedding day."
"Misha, I'm sorry, okay? I have something going on with Jared and Jensen that needs to be taken care of. I can't talk about it because it's a surprise for you," you try thinking quickly on your toes. "Yeah, a great big surprise to show you just how much I love you. So, it would really be great if you don't go poking your nose into it, okay?"
"That's all you needed to say to me. I understand," he chuckles and leans in for another kiss.
You can't handle this right now, so you just quickly turn your head so he catches your cheek. He's surprised, but he doesn't say anything about it when you two head back over to Sam and Dean who have the package in Sam's lap.
"Ooh, 'priority'. What's in it?" Misha asks.
"I bought part of a dead person," Sam says.
"Oh, cool," Misha nods and grabs his phone to scroll through his social media apps.
"So, bad news. It looks like we're going to have to do a little acting here," you say to the brothers.
"What?" Dean and Sam ask, completely shocked.
"Yeah, so try and not fuck it up, okay?"
"You don't fuck it up," Dean mutters.
You, Sam, Dean and Misha all get on set and try to act like you belong there, but you have no idea how to act. Misha immediately gets into character, and you're shocked at how real he is at playing Castiel. Sam just looks completely terrified to be there, and Dean is making sure he doesn't look at the cameras which means he is looking everywhere else. You're just staring at Misha and studying the way he jumps into his character like it's nothing.
"Supernatural scene thirty-six, take one. Marker!"
"Action!" Bob yells.
"Balthazar is no hero, but he knows Raphael will never take him back," Misha says in his Castiel voice.
He turns around to face you three, but you don't really know what to do. You just stand there, sweating a bit under the harsh lights, Sam flinches, and Dean walks forward slowly. He looks down at his marker, moves to the right slightly, and looks back at Misha.
"Cut!" Bob yells.
The scene has to start over again, but you're not sure how this all works. The second, third, fourth, and fifth take around were as bad as the first one, but the more takes they do, the worse you, Sam, and Dean do. By take eight, you really want to laugh at how bad this really is.
"Action!" Bob says for the eighth time.
Sam doesn't know what he should be doing, and he's moving his arms in different positions to get into a comfortable one, but as soon as he gets into one, he moves it to the next position.
"Balthazar is no hero, but he knows Raphael will never take him back."
Dean has a script in his hand this time, and he not-so-subtly looks at it before reading his exact line. It sounds monotone and scripted, not acted.
"Dean, grimly. And yet, somehow you got no problem with it."
"Cut!" Bob groans.
Misha turns around to the camera and just mouths, "What the hell?", but you just want to get out of here. It's kind of hilarious to see this, but you have to work extra hard to keep a straight face.
"Action!"
"Balthazar is no hero, but he knows Raphael will never take him back."
"And yet, somehow you got no problem with it," Dean tries to act.
"That's because... that's because we have no other choice," Sam says, trying his best to not look at the camera, but fails to do so.
"Don't look at the camera," Dean whispers to him.
"What?"
"Look anywhere but the camera."
"That's because we have no other choice!" Sam exclaims, looking at the ceiling.
You snicker and smile, but you cover your face and clear your throat to keep yourself from laughing.
"Cut! For the love of God!"
The next few takes were almost as bad as the last ones, and every single time it's either Sam or Dean messing it up. All you're doing is laughing and trying really hard to be serious, but this is too damn funny.
"Action!"
"If there's a key, then," Sam raises his left arm stiffly and then his other hand in the same manner, "there must also be a lock."
"Cut!"
The next take, Sam tries to do this at a different angle. He's learning as he goes, but it's a slow process.
"If there's a key, then there has to be a lock. And when we find the lock, we can get the weapons, and then we can have the weapons. And the lock. We'll still have the lock, I imagine, because we've opened it, and, of course, the initial key."
"We need to get all three of that crap," Dean cuts Sam off in such a growly tone that causes you to bust out laughing.
"What?"
"That's how he does it," Dean whispers normally.
"Oh."
"Do we really need all these lines?" Dean breaks what's left of his character to look out the window and look at Bob. "I mean, I-I-I-I think we've covered it. Right?"
"Cut! What is happening? What's happening?! What's happening?!" he yells in frustration.
The entire set decides to take a break, and you head off to the place where your chairs are. You're in a fit of giggles as you take a seat, and Dean skims through the pages they need to read.
"You guys were so bad," you laugh.
Misha takes a seat behind you three and just watches how you are with Sam and Dean.
"Who wrote this? Nobody says 'penultimate'!," Sam exclaims.
Dean rolls his eyes.
"Gun, mouth, now."
"Moving on!" a crew member states.
"Thank God," you groan.
You and the brothers head back on set, leaving Misha behind to do your spell. They are clearing the set so set up for the next one, so this is your window to get the spell done. Sam and Dean take out the contents of the box so they can assemble to sigil on the window. They work to get everything mixed, and Dean doesn't' waste any more time in drawing the sigil. Everyone is talking about you three right now, so they aren't really paying attention to what you're doing.
"Is that it?" you ask, and Dean nods.
"Yeah, every bit of it."
"So if we go through this window, we'll be home?"
"Yeah. You ready for this?" he asks his brother. "We will jump through this and Y/N can follow carefully, I might add."
"Yeah, of course," you nod.
Sam and Dean get ready to jump, and they just go for it. They crash through the window and land on the other side, you dodge the falling shards of glass, but it doesn't seem like it worked. You make sure where you're grabbing is clear before stepping through and giving everyone a nervous chuckle.
"I don't think it worked," you whisper.
"You think?" Dean groans in pain.