Requested by AbbeyNeal5!

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"What's going on here? Something looks different..." Misha squinted his eyes while he looked around the makeup trailer for an answer.

You smiled lightly then pursed your lips together after saying, "Nothing Misha, you're overthinking!"

He looked to you then shrugged his shoulders. He took his usual seat near the middle of the trailer and placed his keys, wallet and phone on the small dressing counter in front of him. He took a deep breath then paused.

"AH YES!" He snapped his fingers in realisation, "The mirror's missing!" You smiled nervously as Misha stared at the empty white wall of the trailer where a mirror had heen placed.

Upom inspecting more, he realised that none of the seats had mirrors in front of them.

Misha sat back in his seat and furrowed his eyebrows. "You're up to something [y/n]..." He mumbled and you scratched your neck slightly.

"Wh-What? Of course not, I have a job to do," You shook your head and shrugged your shoulders after smiling at him nervously.

Misha sat still for a moment then frowned slightly. He shut his eyes, readying himself for the base before you do his on-set makeup appropriate to the scene being filmed.

*****

"And then they realised that they were actually being filmed the entire time!" Misha concluded and chuckled while you had your share of laughter too.

"Really? That's... wow!" You continued giggling then placed your makeup brushes on the counter, "Alright Misha all done!"

"Great, can I borrow a mirror?" He requested and you frowned. He sighed as he glanced around for anything to see his reflection in, even a metallic bowl.

He reached into his pocket and fumbled around. He furrowed his eyebrows with deep confusion when he realised that he doesn't have his phone with him.

"But I could have swore that..." He mumbled to himself as he stood up from his seat.

"Anyways Misha CHOP CHOP!" You slowly led him to the trailer door from behind, "The director wants to see you pronto!"

"Wait, wait! But my phone," He said as you swung the door open and he climbed down the stairs, "If you find it just-"

You shut the door and took a deep breath. You looked to the woman in charge of costumes, Lucy, and chuckled. She smiled at you and shook her head.

*****

Everyone had a tough time coping with the joke of the day: the three musketeers, Jared, Jensen and Misha.

The three, after stepping out of the makeup trailer to ready for the scenes of the day, noticed that people had been avoiding their gaze, not in a negative sense but more of in attempts to hide laughter.

The three of them haven't met up together for the entire day but theg all have been going through the same responses from their fellow cast and crew members.

Jensen started to get frustrated. He decided to face the people around him straight. "Hey John and Bobby, what's up?" He placed his hands in his pant pockets as he greeted them.

They glanced at each other with eyebrows raised then looked back to Jensen with nervous smiles.

"Okay straight to the point..." He leaned in close to them with secrecy, "What is up with everyone? Set has been acting really weird, don't you think?"

John cleared his throat, "Uh well, um... I don't think so Jensen. Maybe it's you-"

He waved his hand at them and rolled his eyes, then walked off. "I'll see you two around," He called out.

Misha and Jared were practically in the same boat. Any communication with others failed miserably, and they kept steering farther away from finding out what's going on.

You tailed then everywhere, without drawing any attention to yourself. You were amused by their reactions and the subtle reactions of everyone around them.

To add to the peculiarity of the day, none of them could find their phones... or ANY reflective surfaces... Until-

Misha, standing in his Castiel costume on the side inside the set warehouse, noticed an object on the snack-and-coffee table.

He tilted his head in curiosity as he walked over to it. He widened his eyes when he realised that it was a black, handheld mirror.

His eyes darted around quickly then he reached for the mirror. He raised it slowly to his face and-

"MISHA!" You screamed, causing him to jerk in fright.

CRASH!

The mirror shattered into multiple pieces, while the frame stayed somewhat in tact. Misha looked at you with disbelief then turned to the ground and glared.

He rolled his eyes and sighed, then started to pick up the shards of glass before a man came with a broom and a dust pan told Misha that he would clean it up.

"Oh my... I'm so sorry Misha, I didn't mean to startle you," You said genuinely, but you had to get him away from that mirror. You couldn't let him or Jared or Jensen see their reflections. And if you had to scream to stop then from doing so... then you would.

"It's j-just that... their ready for your s-scene," You covered up and he nodded his head. As he walked forward, you followed behind him.

You were happy that all three of them didnt have a scene together today, otherwise it would ruin the whole... scheme. Besides, EVERYONE was in on it.

*****

Two hours later...

It was an effort to keep the three of then apart. They are truly inseparable especially when it comes to being on set.

As the director called wrap, the pressure began once more. As you had thought of this... plan, you didn't think of how to end it or how long it would go on for. It could take days before they notice that-

"Hey Jared!" Misha called out to his friend, who's back was turned to him. Misha walked over to him and as Jared slowly turned back, Misha stopped abruptly and looked to him with horror.

"What in all that is bright and beautiful is going on with your face Jared?!" He asked in a serious tone of pure puzzlement. Misha barely moved a muscle, except for his mouth.

Misha stared at Jared's face with fascination; it was painted to look like a clown's... no joke. It was the most stereotypical representation of a clown, one that kids can get face painted at parties if they want.

And suddenly, Misha started laughing... and Jared wasn't far behind.

"M-My face?" Jared blurted out, "Wh-Wh-What about yours Misha?!"

Misha stopped laughing and stood up straight, "What are you taking about..." he squinted his eyes, much like Castiel does on the show.

Misha scampered around for a reflective surface while Jared tried to do the same, all while the entire crew and cast either watched with amusement or best pretended to be doing work.

"What's all this fuss about?" Jensen came onto the set with a cup of coffee in his hand, "Anyways, I'm checking the dailies boys-"

"Wait, NO-" You called out, in hopes to get the director's attention but it was too late. Jensen was already at the monitor, clicking buttons to rewind and replay the footage.

As the slate clapped for the take and moved away, he almost spat out the coffee he had in his mouth.

"SON OF A-"

"JENSEN!" Misha yelled out, causing Jensen to look up in alarm. Misha glanced to Jared and they both started to laugh hysterically.

Jensen stormed out towards them, rubbing his face with his free hand. White paint stained his fingers.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY GUYS-" Jensen started to exclaim but upon noticing that the other two had clowns on their faces, he joined in the mocking laughter.

"Misha you make one fugly clown I have to say," Jensen commented and Misha's laughter drowned away with a snap.

"Excuse me?! You look like one that's going through a midlife crisis! You'd bring kids to tears than make them smile and laugh," Misha retaliated, "What use are you as a clown then?!"

"HEY clowns are creepy guys, why the hell are you arguing-" Jared started out Jensen looked at him with a impish grin.

"You look like a f!@#ing Ronald McDonald reject," He said flatly and Jared scoffed.

"Well at least I'm not associated with that psychopathic... THING," Jared spat out as best as he could.

And a chorus of argument ensued, which quickly became into a mini cat-fight.

Many of the crew and cast members had to pry them apart, pushing then far away so that even their words would be heard by the others.

Once they cooled down, they regained their senses and were handed some damp towels to wipe their faces.

"Well... this has been fun," Jensen growled in anger, "I mean, who could possibly have done this to us?!"

The three of them trailed their eyes up along the walls of the set while in deep thought. They came to a realisation all at once then all three of them turned to look at you with forced smiles on their faces.

They looked horrifying. The paint on their faces had blended; the whites, blacks and red looked like bruised skin and dirt. They looked disturbing and to top it off they were in fact disturbed by the ordeal.

You started backing away slowly, smiling widely at them, "H-Hi guys! How's y-your day g-going-"

"I'M GOING TO GET YOU [y/n]!" Misha yelled out and jogged towards you, while Jared and Jensen followed him.

"W-W-Wait, guys PLEASE!" You tried to reason with them, placing your hands out in front of you as a wall of defence, "What d-day is it today HUH?"

"What?!" Jensen questioned with irritation.

"What's today's date?" You gulped and Jared raised a brow.

"The first of April," He told.

You pursed your lips together to stop a smile from appearing on your lips.

"Oh my f!@#-" Jensen said under his breath.

"Happy April Fools...?" You said with hesitance then chuckled nervously, before dashing away from them.

Jensen was about to dart after you but instead he clenched his fists and threw the towel in his hand to the floor in defeat. Jared laughed to himself while Misha continued to wipe off the paint from his face furiously.

The crew and cast members around started to cheer and laugh, taking pictures and videos with their phones.

You hid behind a trailer and watched them with a smile on your face. You loved them so much, and pranling them was just a way for you to show it.

But you knew you wouldn't be left off the hook... you'd have to keep an eye on yourself and your surroundings at all times.