"Time to get your butt outta bed princess." I groaned and buried my head deeper into the pillow. Why did people have to be so damn loud in the morning? I heard the radio being turned on, and then turned up, blasting out…noise. It was too early to try and work out what the song was.

"Come on Sam! We don't have all day!" I silently cursed whoever Sam was for not getting up quicker so this guy would shut up. Why did hotels have to have such thin walls?

Then suddenly the covers were ripped off my bed and I jolted upright, just in time to get hit in the face with a bundle of clothing. "There we go! Morning sleeping beauty."

I stared blankly at the man in front of me. Why was he being so loud? Why was he in my hotel room? And why the hell was he pulling of my covers and throwing clothes at me?!

He gave me a quizzical look and waved a hand in front of my face, "Hellooo? Anybody home?" I blinked, and then nodded vaguely. His look turned to one of concern, "Hey, you alright there Sammy?" He asked, tone softening a little.

It was my turn to look confused, who was Sammy? I glanced around. Was he talking to me? "You have another nightmare?" He asked gently. I nodded with a little more enthusiasm this time. That must be it, I am having a very weird dream. Although…dreams didn't usually ask you if you were dreaming.

I sighed and rubbed a hand over my face, or at least started to. I jumped as though someone had sent an electric shock through me as I felt my face…The face? It wasn't my face. It felt wrong…was that stubble?

I jerked my hand away from…the face, and stared at it. That didn't belong to me either. I started to panic, turning the hands this way and that, confirming that I was definitely the one controlling them. But they weren't mine, they were too big, and rough and…masculine!?

"Sam? Sammy? Look at me, what's wrong?" The man gripped my shoulders, turning me to face him. I could see worry and a trace of fear in his eyes as he seemed to try and look into my soul.

"Who…" I stopped, eyes wide at the voice that emerged as I tried to speak. It was definitely male.

I took a couple of deep breaths, trying to quell the rising fear, and then tried again. "Who…who's Sammy?"

Now there was definitely fear in his eyes, as he realised what I already had. Something was very, very wrong here.

He pulled away, closing his eyes, mouth moving slightly. Was he…praying? Well, each to their own.

After a few moments he opened his eyes again and looked at me seriously. "You'd better not be playing some stupid game Sam." He told me, although I got the feeling he would actually rather that was the case.

I frowned at him, "I'm not playing anything." I informed him. "I don't know what the hell is going on here. I don't know who Sam is, and I don't know who you are!" I waved my arm in his direction and nearly rolled off the bed as I threw myself off balance with the movement of the unfamiliar limb.

I saw the faint thought of a smirk cross his face for a moment as I righted myself, then he turned serious again. "Sam is…you're Sam." He looked sadly at me, "I'm Dean…your brother."

I blinked a couple of times, trying to make sense of what he was saying. Then I spoke slowly, "No…I am not Sam...I'm Taylor." I held the hands I was controlling up between us, "But these…these are not mine." I realised something with a jolt, and lurched out of bed, nearly tripping over the feet that clearly weren't mine either.

Dean grabbed my arm to steady me, then quickly let go when I flinched away. "Sam…Taylor?" He asked uncertainly, following as I stumbled through the open bathroom door and stopped in front of the mirror.

I stared at the man staring back at me. He was tall, with long brown hair and indescribable eyes. I waved a hand in front of my face, watching as the man did the same.

I could see Dean standing just behind me, watching with concern written all over his face. I looked at him in the mirror, "I take it that's Sam…" I said breathily, indicating the man in the mirror.

I saw him nod, then felt him grab me from behind as my legs went out from under me. "Whoa…easy there." He looped his arm under mine and around my back with an ease that said he'd done this many times before, and helped me sit down on one of the hotel chairs.

"Where the hell are you Cas?" I heard him grumble quietly as I sat there, feeling somehow numb and terrified at the same time. I vaguely wondered who Cas was.

The room was quiet, me sitting on the chair, Dean standing nearby. He was watching me, but I don't know what he was thinking. I was too out of it to care. This could not be happening.

Suddenly I heard a noise, almost like the fluttering of wings. I turned, expecting to see…I don't know, a bird that had flown in the window or something. Instead, there was suddenly a man standing to the left of my chair. I started in surprise, and went crashing off the other side of the chair, landing painfully on the floor.

"Sam!" Both men were suddenly crouching beside me with concerned looks. "Sam, are you alright?" The new man asked me, as they both helped me sit up, then his brow furrowed in confusion and he looked between me and Dean as I answered. "I'm not…I'm not Sam. And my shoulder hurts." I brushed away a tear then rubbed at the joint, which had slammed hard into the floor in the unexpected tumble.

He studied me for a moment more, "No…you're not." He said, sounding confused, yet sure. He reached a hand towards me and I shied away, "It's ok." He said calmly, and tried again, more slowly. I held still this time, watching him nervously as he touched my forehead gently.

After a couple of seconds he pulled his hand away, and I realised the pain was gone. I frowned in confusion, then gave the strange man in front of me a tentative smile. "Thanks" I said quietly.

He nodded and stood up. Dean followed suit, offering me his hand as he did so. I shook my head slightly, deciding I was just fine where I was…this body was too hard to manoeuvre, and I'd rather not do myself…and it, any more injuries.

He frowned at me, then shrugged, and turned his attention to the newcomer. "Hey Cas," he said quietly. So this is Cas, I thought as he continued. "Thanks for coming. I…I don't know what's going on…but something's wrong with Sam." He indicated towards me, as though that was obvious, and I scowled at him. I was about to tell him…again…that I was not Sam…regardless of the body I happened to be in…when Cas spoke again.

"That is not Sam." He said, matter of factly. I looked at him with a new appreciation. At least someone was apparently listening…though I had no idea how he was so calm about the whole thing. Finding yourself in the wrong body was not exactly an everyday occurrence.

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