Okay, I will be honest. This is my first Supernatural fic, so I'm really, REALLY nervous about posting it. But I'm doing it anyway.

This was inspired by gif sets made by i-just-rode-up-on-a-unicorn-and- from tumblr. They're really awesome and I suggest going and seeing them. I'm not going to follow them exactly, but some scenes will definitely come up.

This has both the canon version of Team Free Will, and a genderswapped version of Team Free Will. This has an implied pairing of Dean/Castiel - in both sexes. So, if you're not a fan of that, then you'd best hit the back button.

Disclaimer for whole story - I don't own any of the characters because Deanna, Samantha and Cassie are just like Dean, Sam and Cas but are female. But I own any part of the story line that you're not familiar with!

Anyway, enough rambling, here's the story!

Highway to Hell.

Chapter I.

'What the hell has happened?' She questions, her voice fierce as her green eyes scan her surroundings. It looks normal, but it didn't look normal. She rolls her eyes. God, she knew it doesn't make sense… but this wasn't where they belonged. She just knew it!

'I don't know, Deanna. I'm just as clueless as you,' she sends her sister a small grin. 'For once.'

'Look, I may be confused as hell right now, but I will still kick your ass, Sammy.' Deanna growls, pointing a finger at her before dropping her hand to her side. She looks up to the sky that isn't her sky and sighs. 'What about Cassie? Do you think she knows or…?'

Sam shrugs.

'God, you're helpful, ain't you?' She lowers her eyes and stares out onto the open stretch of road where they found themselves and narrows her eyes as something occurs to her. 'If it's that son of a bitch Gabriel, I'll kill him.'

Again Sam says nothing, not voicing how it can't be Gabriel, because Gabriel is dead. Lucifer killed him when they were at that bloody hotel with those Pagan Gods.

'Why don't you try praying for Cassie?' She offers instead, brushing her brown hair behind her ear and looking around herself. How they found themselves in the middle of this deserted road, she'll never know!

'Yeah. That might work. Uh…' Deanna clears her throat, hoping to God that this wasn't like the time that dick Balthazar sent them to a realm where she was something called… what was it? Amber Heard? Like seriously! Who names their child "Amber"? 'Cassie… if you can hear this, it'd be much appreciated if you could fill us in, because, well, we have no idea where we are. This isn't our… I… Jesus, Sammy help me out here!'

'And say what? She's your Angel! You're the one she's in love with!'

Deanna grinds her teeth together before she turns her narrowed eyes away from her little sister. How she's put up with her for so long she doesn't know.

'C'mon Cassie! You gotta help us.'

No answer.

'I swear to God Castiel, I know you're busy with your Goddamned revolution but this is just taking the piss-'

'Deanna. Do you realise how often you take my father's name in vain?' She questions, doing that stupid little head tilt of hers, those bright blue eyes studying Deanna like they always do… like they can see straight into her soul; the soul that she had held in her hands as she pulled her from the Pit.

'Yeah? Well, you start doing it with my dad's and we'll be fine.' She grins at the Angel but as usual, the joke goes straight over her head.

'What do you want?'

'Where are we? This isn't… I dunno, this just isn't our place!'

'No. It's not. You're in another dimension. Like the one Balthazar sent you to before.'

'And he's got no part in this?'

Her silence gives Deanna her answer. No. He didn't. She's became accustomed to the Angel's minute facial expressions. To people who didn't know Castiel, they would think her face stayed the same, but to a seasoned Cassie-watcher like Deanna, she could see them; even Sammy was starting to pick up on it.

'So, what is this dimension? Because everything is real here unlike that other one.' Sam adds and Deanna can't help but nod along with her. Her eyes flickering over briefly to her sister before returning to her Angel… no, the Angel. Not her Angel.

'I'm not sure yet. It's just like ours… except it's… not.'

'Nice work there, Sherlock.' Deanna mutters under breath before she turns, her blonde hair getting caught in the wind and getting in her face. With a groan, she reaches up and holds it back, before she turns back to her family.

'So… if everything is the same… do you think Bobbie will exist?'

Neither of them answer her for a few seconds, before Sam shrugs, her lips pursing in the way they always do when she's ran out of ideas and is willing to follow Deanna's ridiculous ones. And if Deanna's guessing correctly, she'll shove her hands into her jacket pockets… now.

Sam doesn't disappoint.

With a small smirk to herself, Deanna digs into her pocket, pulling out her cell and checking to see if there's signal in this dimension.

'Thank God.' She sighs when she sees she has a bar, and she starts to flip through her contacts for Bobbie. She can feel Cassie's stare on her, though, so, without looking up, she mutters, 'Seriously, Cassie. You're just bringing it up now?'

She gets no reply. Cassie would've disappeared by now, if they were in their own world. She always disappeared just as Deanna was starting to feel comfortable again; feel safe again. But it seems that she's just as curious as to what's happened that she's not… well, maybe one good thing will come out of this whole ordeal. She'll see Cassie more.

To her surprise, the phone actually rings. Meaning that it's a real number. Maybe things aren't that different after all.

'Hello?' A gruff male voice answers, and it's certainly not the voice she was expecting.

'Uh… yeah. Hello.' Deanna responds weakly, and immediately Sam and Cassie know something is wrong. Deanna is never that quiet and awkward around the woman who's been her mother figure through the years.

'Who is this?'

'Who's this?' She questions, and she hopes that he doesn't hang up. But if it was Bobbie - her Bobbie, Roberta Singer, then yeah, she would've hung up by now.

However, she seems to have caught this… person with Bobbie's number in a good mood, for he replies, 'Bobby Singer.'

Deanna pulls the cell away from her ear, a frown etched on her face as she stares at it like it's the most peculiar thing she's ever seen. She can hear this… "Bobby" saying hello a few times before she brings it back up to her ear, ignoring Samantha's questioning gaze.

'Uh… sorry. Wrong number, I think.'

'You think?'

'Well,' she bites her lip as she looks amongst her sister and her… the Angel. Things start to click into place, so she tries something. 'You don't happen to know a Deanna Winchester do you?'

There's a pause. A long pause. Like he's doing the same thing Deanna did a few seconds ago. Looking at the phone as if it was lying to him; as if he was hearing things wrong.

'Uh… no. I know a Dean Winchester. Sometimes he can acts like a girl, but that's beside the point.'

Despite herself, a grin pulls at Deanna's lips.

'Sorry. That's what I meant,' she lies easily. Years in this business had led to her being able to create a lie at the drop of a hat. 'My friend told me about him over the phone, and I guess I picked her up wrong. Is he a hunter?'

The looks on Sam and Cassie's faces are almost funny, but she can't stop now and explain things. She needs to get to the bottom of this.

'Yeah… why?'

Right. Back to the overprotectiveness. Just like Bobbie would be about dishing out information on her or Sam. They were her girls; she didn't give out info that easily.

'I've got a job for him… and his brother. Well, it's more like, I've got a case and need a lot - and I mean a lot - of help. Care to tell me where they are? Or give me their number?'

'I don't know what you've heard from your friend, but my boys don't like working with other hunters.'

Once again, she finds herself smiling at the use of "my boys". Even though this wasn't her Bobbie, and he wasn't talking about her or Sam, she couldn't help but feel he was. And in some weird, twisted way, he was.

'Yeah, yeah, I know. Trust me. Neither do I. But this is big. Like… Angel-and-Demon-Apocalypse big.' Deanna declares, knowing full well this will get his interest. If they are like Bobbie and them were, no one knew about the Angels except from them. No one knew about the start of the Apocalypse. Not really anyway. Not for definite. And if he didn't bite, she had one more trick up her sleeve. 'Or locking-Sammy-in-the-Panic-Room-'cause-he's-on-Dem on-blood, big.'

Sammy makes a sound of protest but Deanna holds up a finger, because Bobby is starting to talk again.

'How do you-?'

She knows she's done enough and has surprised him. Normally a threat would've been the reply. But when it's something this big and strange, her Bobbie would find no need for it. Finding answers more important than threats.

'I know a lot of things. Now, tell me where Dean and Sam are so I can show you how I know this. And before you worry, no I'm not a Demon, or a Shapeshifter. I'm willing to do Holy Water or cut myself with silver if you want. But we need to talk, all of us, because this is important as hell.'

'Who the hell are you?'

She takes a deep breath and her gaze finds Cassie's instead of Sammy's like it normally does, and she answers, 'Deanna Winchester. I'm standing here with my sister, Samantha Winchester and an Angel that goes by the name of Castiel… or Cassie depending on who's talking. Any of this sounding familiar?'

Deanna doesn't think that Bobby will buy it, because to be honest, she's not sure if her Bobbie would, but she's crossing her fingers and praying to God, and Cassie even though she's right here, because Cassie is always the one she prays to, and she can see her looking confused as she hears it, but right now, Deanna can't bring herself to care.

'Too familiar.' Is his reply and before Deanna can say anything else, he hangs up on her.

'Son of a bitch!' She hisses and she aches to throw her phone across the field, but she can't, because it's the only connection she's got to these people and she can't stand the idea of being stranded without any way of contact. So, instead she just tightens her hold on it until her knuckles go white.

'Gonna fill us in, Deanna?' Sam question, her voice thick with her displeasure of being kept in the dark for so long. She was nothing but a big know-it-all. Couldn't stand the idea of secrets… unless she was the one keeping them, Deanna thought but didn't let it show.

'That wasn't our Roberta Singer. That was Robert Singer. And he doesn't know Deanna and Samantha Winchester. He knows a Dean and Sam. I think this is what this dimension is… everyone who's a dude in our universe is a gal, and every gal is a dude.'

Sam says nothing for a second, before she lets out a low whistle.

'So, what do we do?'

For a moment, Deanna's at a loss for words, because what the hell do they do? This isn't like dealing with a Vampire or a Shifter, or some stupid-ass Angel who's got something against her for teaching Cassie about Free Will… she shakes her head to clear that thought from her head. Right now, that was the least of her problems.

'Treat it like any other case. So, what would we do first?'

'Find out what we're up against.'

'Exactly. We're up against us. We already know what we'd do, the only difference is these "us" have dicks instead.' She ignore Sam's eye roll, the prude. 'So, we just need to track them… us… down.'

'Yeah… but Dee… we aren't the easiest to track down, otherwise we'd be in jail, or dead because we got the death penalty. They're not gonna leave paper trails and let's face it, there's always a million cases out there, by the time we find one that would interest us, they'll probably have moved on.'

She always had to take the fun out of it with her realistic goals.

'Well then what do you suggest?'

Unsurprisingly, Deanna gets no answer.

'Just what I thought.'

'What about trying to find Bobby?' Cassie's voice draws them from their thoughts, and for a minute Deanna tries not to think about how she forgot she was there, because she shouldn't have. She should be thankful Cassie is here at all. And has stayed here all this time.

Deanna just stares at Cassie, looking into her blue eyes as Sam starts to rabbit on about how great the idea was, because he was the same as their Bobbie, and he probably owns the dump as Sam and Deanna call it so often, and that it won't be that hard to track down "Singer's Salvage Yard".

Deanna just continues to stare at Cassie as if she can peel away her facade and see how she's really feeling, but before it gets that far - if it could ever get that far - Sammy is giving her arm a tug and she tears her eyes away from the Angel. A moment later, she feels Cassie's eyes leave her.

'Cassie, you know where Bobbie's is in our universe, right?' Sam questions and Cassie nods despite that fact she doesn't need to, because it's obvious she knows where it is. She's been there before; she dragged Deanna back there after she beat the crap out of her when she was going to say yes to Michael. 'Well, can you take us there and see what's there? Chances are, if the number's the same, the address is gonna be too.'

Cassie - a woman of few words - says nothing as she steps forward to get closer to them, but Deanna's sure she saw a small smile pull at her lips. It barely graced them before it disappeared, back into the neutral expression she always wore.

Two fingers are placed on Deanna and Sammy's forehead, and soon they're hurtling through time and space with their Angel. Deanna's always wondered if this is what it was like when she got dragged from hell. She remembers bits and pieces of it; a bright white light, the feeling of Cassie's Grace washing over her… she really needs to stop thinking about that. She really needs to stop thinking about Cassie so much, if she was honest.

They land a second or so later, and as Deanna looks around herself, she can't help the big grin that pulls at her lips. This looked exactly like Bobbie's. Things were finally looking up.

'Okay… how do you want to do this?' Sam asks as Deanna takes the initiative and starts walking to the small, rundown house.

However, she stops short when she sees it.

'Baby!' She almost sighs, and before she knows it, she's running over to the black, '67 Chevy Impala that was parked out in front of the house. She looks in through the window, noticing how everything looks the same and as she caresses the hood of the car, she realises that if this doesn't work out as well as she hoped, she's going to steal the car.

'You do know what this means, right?' Sam asks, and Deanna doesn't take her eyes off the car but she raises her eyebrow and gives a small hum.

'It means that Dean and Sam are here. The Impala is your car, Dee, you don't drive anything else. I don't think he would either.'

This catches Deanna's attention and she finally tears her eyes away from Baby to turn back to her sister.

'Swell.' She mutters before she looks to the door. 'Right, better do it now.'

With a deep breath, she marches over to the door and gives it three sharp knocks; that looks better than just marching in, right?

It takes a few moments, obviously they're not used to visitors, before the door opens.

Deanna's eyes zero in on another pair of bright green eyes that match hers, and she lets out a low whistle as her eyes scan over the his face and body.

'Damn.' She turns to look at Sammy with a smirk on her lips. 'Didn't I tell you I always knew I'd make one sexy man, Sammy?'

What do you think? I'm finding this a lot of fun to write, so the next chapter should be up soonish. Not sure exactly when, but I'll post it when it's finished.

Uh... I have a facebook page that you can like for updates on the status of chapters and all of that. The link is on my profile page incase you're interested.

I've also posted this story on AO3. Uh... yeah. I think that's it. :)

~Charlotte.x