Okay, so this took me longer than I expected. Sorry about that. XD

I hope you are all still interested! I'm planning on this one being three chapters. I'm basically making this up as I go along, so we're pretty much in the same boat, haha. As said in the summary this the sequel to 'Of Witches and Whiskers', so I advise you to read that one first.

And does anyone like Rufus way more after that last episode? :D

Anyway, on with the show!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.


Holy shit.

Holy freakin' shit on a stick.

Dean and Cas are looking at each other, both with wide eyes. Castiel then tilts his (Dean's) head and narrows his eyes, his lips pursed in a thin line. Both Dean and Sam tense, each recognizing that they probably won't like what will be coming out of Castiel's mouth next. The angel's eyes focus onto a point above Dean's (Castiel's, technically Jimmy's) head. He frowns and cants his head to the side.

"Does…my hair always look like that?"

Dean slaps his forehead and Sam sighs in a long suffering sort of way.

"I can't believe you! We're in each other's bodies and all you can think about is your hair? Well, guess what, buddy? It's my hair now! Mine! Do you think I want your messy angel hair? Huh? And what about your stupid gravelly voice? Do you think I want that too? Or what about your fugly-ass coat? Huh?"

Dean is beginning to show signs that he's about to start hyperventilating, so Sam quickly interjects, placing his hands on Dean's rapidly rising and falling shoulders.

"Calm down, Dean! Yelling at Cas won't solve anything. Now, we just have to keep a level head and –"

"Excuse me? Keep a level head? I'm inside another dude, Sam!"

Everyone pauses. Sam removes his hands from Dean's shoulders.

Whoa. That sounded wrong.

Dean clears his throat, wisely deciding to ignore his statement.

"I think this is your fault, Sam." His brother's features begins to morph in the early stages of bitchface no. 6 and Dean holds up a hand, relieved when Sam huffs and stays silent. "Every time you try to change us back, something goes wrong. What's your deal, Sammy?"

"Oh, so now this is my fault?" Ah, the bitchface has arrived, ladies and gentlemen. "Well maybe if you hadn't been running around chasing anything in a skirt, this would have never happened!"

"Oh yeah? Well maybe if someone could get their freakin' act together and actually perform the right spell from the book they have right in front of their face, there wouldn't be any problems!"

The brothers are right in each other's faces, both fuming, when the freakiest thing happens.

Dean's eyes start glowing blue.

Sam's eyes widen and he steps back, startled. An expression of confusion runs across Dean's features. His eyes stop glowing, and they return to their normal blue color.

"What is it, Sammy?" Dean asks, and he furrows his brow when he realizes that Cas and Sam are staring at him like his eyes started glowing or something crazy like that. He almost chuckles at the thought. Glowing eyes. Ha.

"What? Quit staring at me like that. It's creeping me out."

Castiel looks pensive as he stares at Dean, an expression that Sam finds strange on his brother's features. The angel nods once.

"It seems I am correct in my assumption."

Both Dean and Sam stiffen.

"Dean, you now have control of my grace. What is left of it, at least."

Sam's jaw drops and he turns to look at his brother. Oh no…this can't be good.

"How do we fix it?" Sam demands.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's the rush, Sam? This is pretty cool…" Dean's eyes start to glow again and suddenly, he disappears with the faint sound of fluttering wings. Sam stares, bug eyed, at the spot where his brother stood. He whirls on Cas.

"What the hell? Where'd he go?"

Castiel gives him a blank stare.

"I don't know, Sam."

The youngest Winchester turns back to the spot where his brother was, starting to feel a little panicked.

"What if he dropped himself into an ocean or something? Or what if he transported himself to Antarctica and he's freezing to death? What if-"

"Jeez, Sammy, I'm right here." Dean's voice causes both Sam and Cas to turn around and sure enough, Dean is standing there, grinning from ear to ear. "Dude, Cas, this is freaking awesome. No wonder you just popped in whenever you felt like it. Who needs common courtesy when you're this awesome?" Dean's grin widens and he looks downright chipper as Sam and Cas exchange glances.

"Dean…don't you think that this situation is…I don't know…wrong!" Sam says, his tone sharp. "I mean, Cas doesn't have any of his powers. And there's still the question of how the hell this happened. I made sure that spell was perfect."

"Maybe you're not as smart as you thought, Sammy," Dean jibes, wiggling his eyebrows, which makes Sam realize how ridiculous Castiel's face looks with Dean's expressions.

"Shut up, Dean." Sam turns to Cas. "What about you? Anything feel wrong? Besides the obvious."

Castiel furrows his brow. "Well…no. But I think I do know the reason why I don't have access to my grace. This is Dean's body."

Sam and Dean stare at Cas blankly, clearly not comprehending the angel's blunt statement.

"Which means that if I am to inhabit it truly, the same rules of taking a vessel would need to apply."

Oh. Oh.

"You mean…I'd have to had said yes," Dean states slowly. Castiel nods.

"And since you never did, my grace is confined to Jimmy. Which is very dangerous, might I add, considering that…well…it's you we're talking about. You have no idea of how to handle an angel's grace. To put it frankly, I fear for the well-being of my vessel."

Dean looks affronted. "What, you think I'll toast him or something? Jimmy's gonna be fine. I haven't done anything weird yet, have I?"

At Cas and Sam's silence, Dean's smile fades.

"What?"

"Well…" Sam starts, "Your eyes were glowing. I don't think that's normal."

"No, it isn't." Cas fixes his stare on Dean, his expression serious. "You need to be careful, Dean. If you allow my grace to slip, you could decimate this entire city. This will call for extreme self control on your point."

Sam shakes his head.

"We're all doomed."


"Dean! Stop it!"

Dean snickers as he watches Sam run around and attempt to grab his clothes out of midair. The really funny part is the fact that he's only wearing a towel. It's only been a few hours since the body swap, but Dean has discovered that controlling grace isn't all that hard, and he's making sure he's putting it to good use.

"Dean, quit it, seriously!" Sam whines, refusing to resort to hopping up and down. From one corner of the room Cas eyes the two Winchesters with disapproval.

Not having any grace sucks balls. Big, hairy balls.

An expression of horror flicks across the angel's features at the random thought that was so much like Dean it's not even funny. Great, now he's starting to even think like Dean. This is enough to dampen the angel's spirits alone, but coupled with the fact that both the Winchesters don't seem to care how this massive change affects him makes him feel downright depressed. Which is also something new. Sure, Castiel has been disappointed a few times, maybe a little sad, but never depressed. He blames being forced inside of this human body without his grace. And that's his grace damn it – not Dean's to play around with and tease his brother. At the state his grace is in right now, he can't afford it to be wasted on such trivial things when there are such beings as the freakin' Devil roaming about. Cas isn't what he used to be, though he can't bring himself to admit it, because then he will have to face the fact that he's falling.

He's not ready for that yet. So he continues to watch as Dean treats his grace like a child's toy and before he realizes it, he's had enough.

Dean decides that he's teased Sam enough for one day and he lets the floating clothes drop onto his little brother's head.

Then the door shuts with an angry slam.

Dean looks at it, slightly surprised. He then notices that Cas isn't in the room.

Hmm.

Dean looks at his brother, who has managed to get his head caught in the opening of his jeans. Sam stumbles around for a few seconds, his arms outstreched in front of him, before tripping over himself and tumbling to the ground like a felled oak tree. He sure is big enough to be a felled oak tree.

"Ow," he mutters into the carpet. Dean returns his gaze to the door, having not even cracked a smile at what he usually would have laughed his ass off at.

"Sam?" he asks.

"Yeah?"

"I think Cas is mad at us."

Sam frees his head from his pants and looks up at Dean. He props his head up on his elbow.

"Well…go talk to him."

Dean snorts.

"No way. You do it. You're the one who's in touch with your feminine side. I'm starting to think you don't have a masculine –"

"Shut up, Dean. You're the one in his body with his grace. I'm sure he isn't happy about that. Plus, you two are closer. Just go see what's up."

Sam does have a point, as always. So with an uneasy feeling in his gut Dean steps toward the door with his next task in mind.

He has to counsel an angel of the Lord.

God help him.


Ahhh! I just figured out the ending! I'm excited. :)

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