A/N: this is my first Supernatural Fan Fic. I don't plan on going in the exact order of the show, what's the fun in that?

Enjoy :)

I own nothing besides my OC

I was closing up shop. Ronny finally got the last drunk out of the bar when the bell dinged. I turned around to wipe the counter down before I could see who it was.

"We closed an hour ago." I say to the person behind me. I was tired after working all day at the hospital, and now another six hours at the bar.

"No hello?" A familiar voice said from behind me. The last time I heard his voice was when he was last at my dad's place.

"Sammy, you are the last person I thought would show up here. Out of how many people in the world." I rose an eyebrow. SAm still looked the same. He still had those puppy dog eyes that can never decide on a color. Sometimes they look green, other a dark brown, and sometimes Hazel. His dark brown hair still fell over his eyes. Frankly, I would expect Dean walking in the bar before Sam.

"Why hello to you too Kare." He chuckled and walked towards me.

"Where's Dean?" I asked, scanning the bar for the older guy.

"He's on a case." Sam shrugged and strided towards me.

"And you're not helping?" I asked and a eyebrow rose up.

"Taking a break." Sam smirked. Okay, something was definitely up with him. The only question was what the hell was Sam's deal?

"What can I get you?" I asked with a phony smile.

"A beer would be great and maybe a chat." Sam gave me a smile, which I returned and stepped behind the bar to get two beers.

"The beer, I can do." I say with a smirk as I grabbed the beers.

"What about the chat?" Sam asked when I came back with the beers.

"We'll see." I smiled and my fingers reached for my cell phone tucked in my jacket, my finger ready push the speed dial assigned to Dean. Dean would be one of the only people I knew that would know what's going on with Sam. This wasn't Sam. After meeting Sam Winchester even once, a blind man could see something was now up with him. His body language and voice were all off. Frankly, he was acting like Dean. I felt like I was seeing a Winchester version of Freaky Friday.

"Let's talk about you Kara. We haven't talked in a while. What's up with you?" He asked with a cocky smile and he put his face in his hands, like a teen girl about to hear the gossip of the century.

"Nothing much. Working at the hospital and occasionally I'll pick up hours here." I told him truthfully and he smiled at the bar and covered my hand with his own.

"What?" I asked.

'Do something and I dial.' I warned internally.

"Nothing." Sam chuckled and anger bubbled. that was one of my biggest pet peeves, and Sam knew that.

"Kara, I know you're about to call Dean. I came to talk to you, so can I talk to you?" He asked, his eyes lingering on my jacket pocket. My hand dialed Dean's number and turned down the volume, so if he did speak, Sam, or whatever this was, wouldn't hear him, but Dean would hear me loud and clear.

"Sam.."

"Kara.. Shh.." Sam whispered and put a finger on my lips and scooted closer to me. Before I could even control myself, I bit his finger and got up, running for the door, my only escape.

"Nu uh." Sam chuckled evilly before wrapping an arm around my waist before picking me up, which earned him a kick to his business. Sam doubled over and unlucky for me, he fell on top of me. A man that stood at 6'4 falling on a girl that was only 5'8 didn't go so well.

"Fuck!" I hissed and tried to get up off the floor. Sam got up before me and gripped my waist tightly. He grabbed so tightly that it started to hurt.

"Stop fighting Kara." Sam hissed, but Sam knew me. I wouldn't stop fighting until it was too late.

"Go back to hell." I spat and Sam shook his head.

"Bad move Kare." Sam chuckled and backhanded me, his eyes flashing charcoal before I fell to the floor.