A.N.: This story is written for TK, an amazing 11 year old who loves Supernatural, Zombies, Doctor Who and many more. TK had to undergo two surgeries this summer. Surgery in summer sucks, so friends of his Mom (the amazing buffyaddict13) came up with a plan to get people to make this summer a good summer for TK after all ... with stories, arts, comics ... whatever you can think of. The original post about this can be found here:
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Summer is almost over, but it's never too late to make a littly boy smile, so go have a look if you like :)
Find the Stone
by Silwyna
For TK
„How are we gonna get it?" Sam whispered.
Dean thought about it for a moment. "You distract the old lady. I go and grab the stone."
"It's in her purse!" Sam objected.
"So?"
"Dean, you can't steal her purse!"
The older Winchester rolled his eyes. "It's for her own good, Sam. Who knows what this stone is doing to her? Besides, I told Dad we had things under control and would meet him outside in ten minutes. That was half an hour ago." He looked at his brother pointedly. "How much longer do you think he's gonna wait outside in the car?"
Sam sighed in defeat. "Fine. But don't hurt her."
Dean looked at his brother offended. "What do you think I am? Like I'd ever hurt an old lady."
"There was this one woman in Texas last year." Sam cocked an eyebrow at his brother.
"I had good reason to believe she was a witch. Or at least be possessed by a demon." Dean cleared his throat. "Better safe then sorry. Now go and distract her!" He quickly changed the topic.
Sam gave him a knowing look, but did as he was told. He straightened his shoulders and stepped out of their hiding place behind the counter from where they had watched the museum's owner. Dean immediately saw the change in his brother. Where just a moment ago he had been in full hunter mode, he now was nothing but an innocent 15 year old, eager to take in as much information from this visit as possible. The perfect disguise.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Wright?" Sam approached the old woman, carrying his most innocent smile.
Dean watched how his brother lured the old woman into a conversation about an antique vase and slowly neared them, careful to not attract her attention. He risked a glance outside the window to see whether his father was still waiting in the car. He frowned when he saw John Winchester walk up to the museum's entrance – the man didn't look pleased.
"Crap." Dean cursed under his breath. This was the first time their Dad had let him and Sam work a case on their own, well, mostly on their own, considering that he was following their every step just in case something went wrong. But things hadn't gone wrong, they had just taken a bit longer than planned. Five more minutes, couldn't their father have given them that much?
He heard the familiar steps walking down the corridor, towards the room they were in. Hesitating only a short moment, Dean grabbed Mrs. Wright's purse and started for a run.
He obviously hadn't counted on the older woman's strength though; instead of just letting him go, Mrs. Wright held onto the purse so strongly that after a few moments it ripped apart in the middle, leaving its content falling scattered on the floor – just at the same moment as John Winchester stepped around the corner and into the room.
All four pairs of eyes were fixed on the magic stone as it rolled onto the floor towards a mother and her eleven year old son standing a few feet away from the group. The four stood frozen for a moment and then, all at the same time, jumped forward to grab the stone.
As it was, they all reached the stone at the exact same moment, tumbling into mother and son at the same time as well; Mrs. Wright showing a surprising agility considering her age.
"Don't touch it!" John shouted, but it was too late.
A white light blinded everyone for a second, followed by a loud bang and a force that flung everyone into a different corner of the room.
Gasping for breath, Dean lay on his back, staring at the ceiling above. "Crap!" He groaned. "What was that?" He found his voice to be sounding odd, but didn't put much thought to it. After all, he had just been thrown through the room and was still trying to catch his breath. He was allowed to sound odd after something like this, right?
Suddenly he heard his father scream, an earth shattering, terrifying scream that not even in his worst nightmares Dean had thought he would ever hear coming out of his father's mouth. He was on immediate alert and back on his feet in a second. A quick scan of the room told him that Mrs. Wright and the mother were still on the floor, whereas his father was hunched down on his knees, his face clapped with his hands, eyes and mouth wide open and looking horrified at the mother.
"Dad, are you all right?" Dean asked, staring confused at his father. Because, really, screaming like a woman and totally losing it was not how John Winchester acted.
"I'm fine." The boy, sitting on the floor next to his mother, said, his words followed by a harsh: "What the hell?!"
Now that was the kind of answer Dean would have expected from his father. Not from an eleven year old boy though. He quickly let his eyes roam the rest of the room, looking for his brother. "Sam, you're okay?"
The younger Winchester was nowhere to be seen.
"Sam? Where the hell are …" The words stuck in his throat when Dean's eyes fell on … himself. His jaw dropped open and he stared at … himself? … in utter confusion.
"Oh crap." Mrs. Wright groaned. "I told you we should have done more research on the stone, Dean!"
Shaking his head and closing his eyes for a moment, Dean hoped that all of this was just one big nightmare. Because he couldn't really see himself lying on the ground, now could he? And since when did the old lady know his name?
He opened his eyes again, but things hadn't really changed.
His other self was still sitting on the ground.
As he stared at … himself … a loose strand of hair fell in front of Dean's eyes and he absentmindedly pushed it away. It fell right back a second later and just when Dean was about to push it out of his vision again, he froze in mid-motion. A strand of hair? His hair wasn't so long that it could fall in front of his eyes.
"What is going on here?" John demanded, his voice still sounding way too shrill and scared.
"Hey, Mom, look, I have a gun." Dean, the other Dean, the thing that looked just like him, said excited.
"You fools!" The Mom groaned.
"Okay, what is going on here?"
Five minutes later Dean had his answer. And he didn't like it.
"A body swap?" He exclaimed in shock. "But …"
"All right, we need to find out who is who." The boy demanded.
And even though Dean found it hard to believe, he was pretty sure that the boy was indeed … his father. In the body of an eleven year old. And here he had been thinking he had seen it all.
"Dad?" He asked hesitantly, just to be sure.
"Sam?" The boy … no, his father asked in return.
"No, I'm Dean." Dean replied.
"I'm Sam." Mrs. Wright chimed in.
And Dean's jaw dropped open again. "Dude, you're in the body of an eighty year old woman?"
"76 years old, if you don't mind." The Mom exclaimed.
"All right, that leaves two people. Who are you?" John inquired before Dean could say anything else in return.
"My name's Taylor." Dean, the other Dean, his body!, replied.
"B-Beatrice Summers."
All eyes went to John Winchester's body … and boy was Dean relieved that this wasn't really John Winchester at the moment. Because seeing his father acting like this definitely was something he never, ever wanted to witness.
"Uh … Ma'am, are you all right?" Mrs. Wright … no, Sam, asked.
What former had been John Winchester's head snapped up and looked at her (him!) with wide eyes. "All right? ALL RIGHT? I'm in a man's BODY! I'm most definitely NOT ALL RIGHT! And Taylor, PUT THAT GUN DOWN!"
Taylor looked disappointed at his mother and John quickly snatched the gun out of his hand.
"I wouldn't have shot anyone." Taylor mumbled.
"I'll show you how to use this later." John replied, ignoring the wide eyes of himself as they bore into him angrily.
This most definitely wasn't all right. Dean looked down at himself, trying to figure out whose body he was inhabiting at the moment. Recognizing he was wearing his brother's clothes didn't surprise him much; after all, there wasn't anyone left, was there? And it would definitely explain the hair that kept falling in front of his eyes.
"Dude, I'm so getting you a haircut if we don't reverse this fast." Dean groaned.
"Don't even think about it." Sam glared at him threateningly.
It might have looked more dangerous if Sam didn't look like an old woman at the moment.
"Um, how do we reverse this?" Taylor asked.
Dean shrugged and looked down (down!) at his father. "Dad?"
"We simply have to find the stone. Touch it again and everything will be back to normal." His father replied.
Dean wanted to believe him but at the moment his Dad had the size of a hobbit! How was he supposed to take him serious? But then the full force of John Winchester's angry glare hit him and Dean actually took a step back.
"Find the stone. Yes, Sir." He said quickly. Who would have ever thought an eleven year old kid could look that scary! "Come on, Sam. We got a stone to find."
According to Mrs. Wright, the stone could be anywhere in the house or premises. And they needed to find it within the next 24 hours, otherwise they would stay in their current bodies forever.
And even though Dean could probably live with looking like Sam if he really had to, he preferred his younger brother not to die before him because of old age. And he really didn't look forward to trying to get custody for his own father. So they better find the stone quickly.
Dean sprinted up the stairs to the upstairs rooms; he thought he had seen the stone being flung upwards, so that was as good a place to start as any other. He had finished searching the first room, when he heard someone panting on the corridor. Peaking his head out, he saw his brother standing on the last step of the stairs, looking like he had just run a marathon.
"Man, how does that woman walk like this every day? I'm hurting everywhere!" Sam groaned. He looked like he would collapse any moment.
"She's probably more used to it than you." Dean said. He quickly grabbed a chair, carried it to his brother and made him sit down. "Why don't you wait here while I search for the stone?"
"Just give me a minute." Sam said between breaths. "I'll help you looking."
"Dude, I don't want you to have a stroke while in that old woman's body." Dean tried not to sound scared, but he couldn't really hide the worry building in his gut. If Mrs. Wright's body died now, would Sam die with it?
"I got it!" A familiar voice yelled from downstairs. His voice "The stone! I got the stone!"
"Perfect." Dean grinned. He looked sternly at Sam. "You wait here. I'll get the stone and we all meet up here."
"I can go downstairs." Sam objected.
"Try standing up." Dean countered.
Sam tried and failed miserably. "Oh god, my back …" He groaned. He looked up at his brother sheepishly. "I'll wait here."
Dean looked at him pointedly and than quickly ran down to gather everyone.
Five minutes later all six of them were standing in a circle, Taylor holding the stone wrapped in a cloth in his hands.
"Okay." John said. "On three we all touch it. One … two … three!"
They all grabbed for the stone and once more they were almost blinded by a white light, followed by a loud bang. And once again they were flung across the room.
Dean rolled his shoulders and suppressed a groan; this had hurt!
"Everyone all right?" Sam asked.
Dean had never been so glad before to see his brother. Sam being in Sam definitely was better than Dean being in Sam.
"I'm okay." Dean replied. And froze. That was not his voice! Hesitantly he looked down himself, expecting (hoping!) to see his black shirt, jeans and leather jacket. Instead he saw a white shirt and blue skirt.
His jaw dropped open when he realized that he was in the body of a woman.
"You have got to be kidding me!" He called out.
"Dean?" His father asked carefully.
"You said we would be back in our bodies!" Dean glared at him accusingly.
"I didn't. He …" His father looked around the room, trying to find the person he wanted to point at. A moment later he looked down at himself. "Oh …"
Dean rolled his eyes. "You're not John Winchester, are you?" He asked whoever was in his father's body at the moment.
"No, I'm Sam."
"Perfect."
"I'm John Winchester." Mrs. Wright replied.
Dean sighed. "Well, at least getting used to an old body won't be such a problem for you."
"Excuse me?" John glared at him.
Dean cursed silently because no matter if his father looked like an eleven year old or a 76 year old, his stare always gave him shivers.
"Sorry." Dean mumbled.
"So, who is who?" John wanted to know.
After that had been cleared, all six of them went to look for the stone again. One hour later, Taylor, this time inhabiting Sam's body, once again was the one to find the stone. He was also the one to find the stone the next time. And the ten times after that. Apparently the stone was reluctant to give them back their own bodies.
Impressed by Taylor's skills, at one point John offered the boy a full hunting training if he ever wanted to become a hunter.
Since then Beatrice punished him with a cold silence and furious glares that even made the big John Winchester crumble.
Taylor loved the idea of course.
It was already close to midnight when Dean scanned the garden from the living room window; he was currently in Mrs. Wright's body and after being flung across the room several times, her body downright refused to move. And it was hurting everywhere. So he had made himself more or less comfortable on a chair and let the others do the foot work.
He'd been waiting for almost an hour now hoping that someone would find the stone. Staring out in the garden had become boring by now too. It was pretty obvious that the stone wasn't there, after all, Dean wasn't blind. Neither was Mrs. Wright, so if the stone had been in the small area Dean could overlook, he would have seen it.
He just thought about taking a short nap, when his attention suddenly got caught by a movement outside. He saw his father's figure, who he thought to remember was inhabited by Taylor at the moment (and Dean had to admit, he was quite fond of the boy by now – the kid was smart!), walking across the lawn. He wasn't alone though. There was a rather strange looking man wearing a long, brown coat walking next to him and they were both enhanced in a deep conversation. And this guy was pointing at the stone several times.
"What the …?
As quickly as they had appeared in Dean's field of vision, they vanished again and a few moments later Taylor stepped into the room.
"I found it!" He hollered in his father's voice.
It didn't take much more than that to get everyone back here in a few moments.
"Who was that?" Dean asked, taking his chance before the rest of their little group showed up.
"Who?" Taylor asked innocently.
"The guy you were just talking to outside." Dean growled.
"Oh, that was the Doctor." Taylor replied happily.
"A doctor." Dean looked at him with a raised eyebrow ... and man, even that small movement hurt by now! He wanted to get out of this body and back into his own. Right now!
"Yes." Taylor nodded.
"Doctor who? What's his name? What is he doing here in the middle of the night? And most importantly … why did you show him the stone?" Dean was panting pretty heavily at the end of his questioning. He never thought talking could be this exhausting.
Before Taylor could reply, the others joined them and they quickly gathered around Taylor and the stone again.
"Okay, I count to three." John said. Where he had looked pretty hopeful the first fifty or so times they had tried this, he now looked very much defeated. By now it was pretty much obvious that they were doing something wrong. Unfortunately, neither of them had a better idea of what to do.
"Shouldn't we maybe do something different?" Dean wheezed, being still out of breath.
"Like what?" John asked while pulling down his shirt as far as possible. Being dressed in a short skirt obviously wasn't to his liking.
Beatrice eyed him angrily. Dean had stopped counting how many times she had told his father to leave her clothes alone and that he would just end up ripping them.
"We could destroy it." Taylor suggested.
"And lose the only chance to ever get back into our own bodies?" Dean exclaimed. "I don't think so! Let's just touch the freaking stone and get this over with quickly. My back is killing me!"
"Maybe Taylor is right. It might be worth a try." Sam chimed in.
"You have good talking. You're currently in your own body!" Dean said angrily.
"That's not why I suggested it." Sam defended himself.
"No, of course not. You just …"
"Boys!" John glared at them and Dean thought that his father actually looked the most scary when he was in the body of Beatrice.
He and Sam immediately went silent.
"When we destroy the stone, the spell will be broken and we will all return to our own bodies." Taylor explained.
"And who told you that? The Doctor?" Dean mocked him.
"Actually, yes."
"Oh no, not the Doctor again." Beatrice groaned. "Taylor, I told you to stop with that. There is no Doctor. He will NOT pick you up in a blue Police Box and you will NOT travel with him through time and space."
"Kids and their imagination." John sighed, looking sympathetically at Beatrice. They both shared a knowing look.
Parents United … Dean didn't like it one bit. "I never imagined anything that's not real." He countered offended.
"Oh really?" John cocked an eyebrow at him. "And what about the time you believed Spiderman had helped you destroy that … " He cleared his throat and quickly stopped himself before he said too much. "thing, remember?"
"Dad, I told you. It was Spiderman!" Dean exclaimed.
"Sure, son." John smiled and shared another knowing look with Beatrice.
"Um, the stone?" Taylor called their attention back to the problem at hand.
"Yes, of course. The stone." John scratched his head.
"Would you stop that? You're ruining my hair." Beatrice looked at him scolding. She didn't look as angry anymore as before though. Apparently the fact that they both had very imaginative sons had brought them together a bit more.
"Sorry." John cleared his throat. "Now, we can't destroy it. We have to find something else to reverse the spell. We can't risk …"
"Taylor, the Doctor, he really told you that destroying the stone would reverse the spell?" Mrs. Wright asked, effectively interrupting John.
"Oh please, don't encourage him." Beatrice groaned.
"Yes, he did." Taylor replied . "He said it was the only way to get back into our own bodies."
"And he knows that how?" Mrs. Wright inquired.
"I don't know. I didn't ask. But he's the Doctor, he knows everything." Taylor shrugged.
"Well, yes, that's true." Mrs. Wright nodded. "Okay, let's destroy it then. Throw it on the floor, boy."
"Whoa, wait!" Everyone yelled at the same time.
Taylor exchanged a glance with Mrs. Wright who nodded encouraging, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Before anyone could stop him, Taylor threw the stone on the floor with all his might, pulled out John's gun that this time no one had remembered to take from him and shot at the stone. It immediately splintered into various small pieces. Before anyone could react to this, a familiar white light blinded them and once more everyone got flung across the room.
"Taylor Kevin Summers! I told you …" Beatrice stopped yelling when she suddenly noticed that she was back in her own body. "Oh my god, it … did it work?"
John, Sam and Dean looked down at their own bodies; a moment later a big grin appeared on all their faces. "It worked!"
"Of course it worked. The Doctor said so." Taylor said happily.
"Excellent. I can go to bed then, can't I? I have to admit, today's events have been quiet tiresome." Mrs. Wright said and rose lightly from the floor as if she didn't feel any pain in the world. "Could someone give me a ride home?"
"Of course." The Winchesters and Beatrice quickly answered in unison, while staring at her in astonishment. They all still remembered the pain they had felt while in her body.
"Wonderful." Mrs. Wright smiled. "Taylor, would you be so kind and get my coat from upstairs? It is a bit chilly outside."
"Sure." Taylor grinned.
Before he left, Mrs. Wright bowed down to him and whispered into his ear. "Send my regards to the Doctor." She winked.
Taylor's grin widened. "I will."
Excitedly, Taylor ran up the stairs and into the private office Mrs. Wright usually worked in. As he had promised, the Doctor was there waiting for him.
"Ready?" He asked with a wide grin.
"Ready." Taylor nodded.
"Good. I thought we could go to Tentalus 3. They have a Zombie plague there right now and I think they could need some help. What do you think?"
"I think we shouldn't waste another second!" Taylor exclaimed excited.
"That's what I thought." The Doctor grinned. "Get in then. And don't worry, your Mom will never know that you've been gone."
"She never knows." Taylor laughed.
They entered the TARDIS and a few moments later the blue Police Box that had been parked inside Mrs. Wright's office vanished into thin air.
While downstairs the Winchesters and Beatrice Summers still discussed the day's events, Taylor and the Doctor were on their way to a new, wonderful and exciting adventure.
The End