What if Sam liked Gary's life?

Sam and Dean were talking to their old babysitter and her family.

"Did you know what their father did?" Katy asked her mother.

"Not at first," Donna said. "Sammy tried to tell me, but I didn't believe him."

"So, tell us what happened," Dean said.

"First things started flying around the house, then it got really cold, and then Katy was attacked."

"What happened?" Sam asked.

Katy lifted up her shirt to show "murdered chylde" carved into her stomach.

"OK, looks like you have a poltergeist," Dean said. "You guys take a little vacation and we'll clean it up."

"Thanks," Donna said.

SSS

Gary filled the order for a bacon cheeseburger and salad shake, and couldn't believe his eyes. He was looking at the man in the picture he had drawn last month. This was the man the demons wanted. This was his ticket out of his dad's stupid plan.

SSS

Sam headed to the town hall to try to find out where the body of the suspected poltergeist was buried, while Dean went back to the house to see if he could find anything. They had oftentimes thought one person was the ghost when it turned out to be somebody else, so it was better safe than sorry.

SSS

Gary called his friend Trevor. "I found Dean Winchester."

"Who?"

"That guy the demons are looking for," Gary reminded him.

"That's great. We're going to get a reward for that. Can you imagine the kind of reward demons can pony up?"

"Yeah. That's great for you. I've got an idea for me, though. I'm going to use that body switch spell. I'll trade places with his brother and killing Dean will be a cinch."

"How are you going to subdue the brother long enough to switch bodies?" Trevor asked.

"A dart with a knockout drug in it."

"If you can do that, why can't you just hit Dean with a poisoned dart? Wouldn't that be easier?" Trevor asked.

"It would, but this is a two-part plan. I kill Dean, and I get this whole new life. I don't need to worry about the "plan" anymore. And I'll be way less geeky than I am now. I'll be hot. All the babes will be after me."

Trevor rolled his eyes on the other end of the phone. Nothing would make Gary less geeky. "Whatever. As long as I get my reward."

"Sure, you can have the reward. I'll have what I want."

SSS

Sam was walking back towards the motel. His phone rang. "You find anything?" Dean asked.

"No, I could barely find evidence that Maggie Briggs existed, much less where she was buried. Looks like we have to do a cemetery roll tomorrow."

"Great," Dean said. Not his favorite activity. "Meet you back at the hotel."

"OK," Sam said and hung up. He felt like someone was watching him. He turned around. He didn't see anybody, but that didn't mean anything. He could be being watched by something invisible. But, if that was the case, not a lot he could do about it, so he turned back towards the hotel. He felt a sting in his neck. Like he was stung by an insect. He went to slap at it, but then everything went all spinny and he fell to the ground.

Gary ran up and checked to make sure nobody was around. Then he dragged Sam into the bushes. "Ugh, you weigh a ton. Can't wait to get into this body."

He had memorized the incantation earlier and recited it. The earth felt like it was shaking and bright lights started throbbing like a strobe light. He felt like he did when he got motion sickness. Then he was laying on the ground, looking at himself. It worked. He left the other guy in his body and went off to find Dean so he could kill him.

SSS

Sam woke up, groggy. What had happened? He remembered that he had been talking on the phone to Dean and then nothing. He checked his pockets looking for his phone. He couldn't find it. He decided just to head back to the motel. He started trudging along the road when he heard a car coming up behind. He turned to see a police car flashing its lights. He stopped.

"Your family called worried sick about you, son."

"My family? My brother called you?" Why would Dean call the cops? Dean hadn't involved the cops in their problems since those crazy hillbilly hunters had kidnapped him a few years ago. He shuddered just thinking about it.

"Get in. I'll take you home."

Sam shrugged and got in the car. He still felt groggy. A ride would be nice. He drifted off and when he woke up the car was pulling up to a house.

Sam got out of the car when the cop did. "Thanks for the ride, but where are we?"

"Home."

"I'm not staying here," Sam said, confused.

A middle-aged couple came rushing out of the house. "Gary!" the woman yelled. "We were worried sick," she said as she pulled Sam into a hug.

Sam pulled back, but then hugged her back. He hadn't gotten many hugs in his life. Even a hug from a stranger was nice. "Who are you?"

"Are you drunk, young man?" the man asked sternly.

"No. Who are you?" he asked again. He happened to look back at the car and saw his reflection in the car window. Except that it wasn't his reflection. He flipped out. "Who is that?" he yelled pointing at the window.

"Get in the house!" the man yelled.

Sam went into the house. He didn't know what else to do. He would have to get hold of Dean so they could figure this out.