The Old Switcheroo

I do not own Supernatural and that's a fact!

BPOV

"I said you shook me all night long," ACDC's song blasted from the radio effectively waking me up from my peaceful slumber. Squeezing my eyes shut, I pretended to be asleep. It was not until I heard a man's voice singing along that I became worried. At first I thought, "Oh, crumpet cakes, Mom has sent Fabio to wake us up!" But that quickly went out the window when I realized that the singer was actually getting all the lyrics right. My next guess was Elizabeth lost her voice again and decided to sing along to the song anyways. No, it could not be her, her voice would be much worse and she is not a morning person.

Out of ideas, I open my eyes and find myself in an unknown room. I don't think that I'm with my siblings! Squinting my eyes, I tried to think about what brought me here. After coming up with a blank, I assume that it was just some strange prank.

I sit up just in time for me to hear a guy say, "It's about time you woke up. Usually you're up and have coffee out."

Turning around I see none other than Dean Winchester standing beside the bed I am on. Naturally, I did what any logical person would do... "Hi-ya Velma!" I said in my best Gibby Norton voice. My voice sounded off even for my imitation.

"Velma? Really, Sammy? You couldn't find anyone better than Velma?" Dean said raising an eyebrow.

I frowned and looked down. Normally, my dreams would go along with what I say. I briefly glanced up at him before looking down. Nope, he hasn't morphed into Velma.

Hmm... if that didn't work in my dream, then this should. I promptly stand up and walk into the nearest wall.

"Ow, that didn't work," I say out loud, my voice sounding deeper and, well, not like me at all.

"Of course it didn't work! That's what doors are for!" Dean said laughing.

I ignore him and continue walking into the wall and saying, "It's not working." After 5 minutes of walking into the wall, Dean finally stopped laughing and the people in the next room started yelling and banging on the wall.

To appease the people in the next room, I stop walking into the wall and go over to the bed.

"Sammy, what are you doing?" Dean asked as I began jumping off the bed.

"Proving to you that this is a dream," I responded flapping my arms as I fell through the air.

"By flapping your arms?" Dean asked with a laugh.

"No! By flying!" I responded continuing my flying attempts, "I am going to fly via the bed!"

"You don't seem like you're flying," Dean pointed out.

"Just give it a second," I replied getting back on the bed to try again.

After 150 jumps off the bed, Dean finally started to look concerned instead of his amused laughter. "Uh, Sammy, are you okay?" Dean asked.

"No, please call me Belinda."

"Belinda?" Dean asked doubtfully.

"Yes?"

"Well can you stop 'flying'? At this rate, you're more likely to fall through the floor than fly."

I sigh and stop jumping off the bed. "How am I supposed to know if I am asleep then?" I challenged.

Dean looked at me weirdly before saying, "This is not a dream."

I begin to pinch my arm. "Ouch, that hurts!" Pinch myself again, "Ouch, that hurts!"

"Sam, do I need to call Ruby and ask her what the fuck you two did last night?"

"Ruby? As in the demon Ruby?! No! Do not call her! Demons are evil Dean! Don't do it!" I exclaimed with a panicked face on.

"You were whistling a different tune yesterday," Dean pointed out.

"How would you know? I wasn't here yesterday!"

"Don't be ridiculous, I was with you yesterday!"

"I would remember if you were there Dean! You're like one of my favorite characters!"

"Favorite character? What do you mean 'favorite character'?"

"You know! From the TV show Supernatural! You are totally Dean!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What do you mean TV show?! Chuck turned the books into a TV series! Sam what on Earth is going on?!"

"Yeah, Sam is on there too! The show is amazing! We should watch it together!"

"What?!Have you gone mad Sam? What is going on?!"

"No need to get you knickers in a twist! Geez! And as I told you before my name is BELINDA!"

"This is ridiculous! Seriously, what the heck is going on?!"

"Once again, I am not Sam! I am Belinda!"

"Sam, wake up and smell the frickin' coffee! You are Sam, Sam! Just look in the mirror. You are Sam, not Belinda!"

To disprove his audacious accusations, I looked at myself… and promptly screamed.

"Oh my gosh!" I shouted jumping 20 feet away from the mirror. I looked nothing like myself and looked (and dare I say sounded) like Sam Winchester. "What the heck! I'm a guy!"

"Uh, yeah, you are Sam," Dean said slowly.

"You're right, I seem to be… Sam," I said slowly, letting this piece of information sink in before asking, "So, does that mean that you really are Dean?"

"Of course I'm Dean!'

"Oh Dean!" I said before trapping him in a ginormous hug. "It's really nice meeting you! You are my favorite character in the whole wide world! You always kick the bad guys butt! Did I mention you are my favorite character?"

"Whoa! I've had enough of this! I'm calling Bobby!" Dean says barely escaping my vice like grip I had trapping him in my hug.

"Yes! Please call Bobby! Can I meet him?!" I said excitedly, my face lighting up like a Christmas tree.

Dean just gives me a funny face before dialing Bobby's number and walking toward the bathroom.

There was a smorgasbord of thoughts running through me. On the forefront of my mind, was this real or was this just a dream I was now leaning toward real because all of my dream waking and dream changing tricks have failed to work. Besides, that hug from Dean seemed pretty real to me! If this really is real, then where is my real body? Does that mean that Sam is in my body then? Eww… that's awkward!

Just then I heard Dean exit the bathroom and advance toward me slowly. "So, you're not Sam?"

"No, I'm not Sam," I said exasperated, "All I know is that I went to bed and when I woke up I was here. Don't get me wrong, I am through the roof that I am meeting you, but I really wish I were... well... errr... me right now?"

"What exactly is 'me'? A shape shifter? You can't be a demon because Sam's got charms to protect him from possession. So what are you?" Dean said still taking slow, measured steps toward me. Needless to say I was getting a little nervous.

"I am human! I can prove it to you! Do you have a silver knife? That's what's used to kill shape shifters and what not. That can be your proof!"

Dean studied me for a moment before spraying me with…

"Water?" I ask confused. I had kinda been bracing myself for a cut to the arm.

"Holy water," Dean corrected before grabbing my arm and making a small incision with a silver knife. "Not a shifter. What are you?"

"I told you! I am human!"

"And I say you're lying!" Dean shouted back, "Stay here, I'm getting Bobby."

I waited for the door to slam shut before jumping up and down excitedly. "Yay! I am going to meet Bobby!" This is the best day ever!