I know I don't need a new story, I really don't. But this is going to be a fairly short one. Probably 5 or 6 chapters. Maybe 7. .I started thinking about this for a body switching episode, as a way to make it more serious, and I just couldn't stop thinking about it-even though I know we probably WON'T get a body switching episode that's why I'm writing it.

I know it happens fairly quickly, but that's just to get the REAL plot of the story going. Hopefully it's not total crap!

Prologue
When Dean woke he instantly felt different. His body, the way he was laying... None of it seemed normal. He blinked groggily as he rose and looked around. It didn't take long for him to find himself staring straight into him.

"What the hell?!" He stared at his own body in utter shock. Without thinking he rushed to the nearest mirror and nearly dropped it when he saw Sam's face staring back at him.

"What the hell is going on here?!" He whispered, his whole body shaking. He was Dean Winchester, right? He had the same memories as Dean Winchester...he was just trapped inside his brother's body, that's all. But did that mean Sam was trapped inside his body? There was only one way to find out.

"Sam? Sammy, I need you to wake up." He shook his own shoulders. Talk about an outer body exerpience.

"Dean..gerroff of me..." Sam grunted. But he said it in Dean's voice.

"Okay, this is just weird," Dean muttered. "Even for us weird."

Sam's eyes, no his eyes fluttered open. He blinked calmly until he stared into Dean's face, no his own face.

"What the..." Sam bolted up and started to reach for a silver knife.

"I'm not a shapeshifter, Sam!" Dean shouted. Jesus he wasn't expecting that!

"The hell you aren't!" Sam bellowed as he lunged for the knife. "What the hell have you done to my brother?!"

"I'm your brother!" Dean cried desperatly. "Just look will ya?!" He shoved his brother in front of the mirror. Sam dropped the knife when he saw what he was staring at.

"I'm...I'm Dean..." He gasped in disbelief.

"And I'm Sam," Dean said, shaking his head. "Like I tried to tell you," he added.

"Okay, this is weird," said Sam, turning around in Dean's body. "Even for us weird."

"Yeah, I'm right there with you buddy," said Dean. "I'm not having an exact picnic walking around hin your body," he added glumly and Sam glared at him.

"You think walking around in your body is a treat?" He snapped.

"Hell yes! That means you're handsome for a change." Using Sam's mouth, Dean grinned.

"Handsome sure, but I think I know you're secret Dean," Sam snorted. "You are so overcompensating for something," he added in a devilish grin. Dean narrowed Sam's eyes.

"Careful bro," he warned. "Walking a fine line here."

"How is that you get all the ladies anyway?" Sam asked innocently, truly enjoying himself for a change. Dean clutched his fists. "Careful Dean," he added. "You hit me, this is your face you're smashing, not mine."

"Damn it," Dean muttered. "Already I'm losing patients with you." He shook his head. "Okay, we've got to get back into our own bodies," he added. "We'll kill each other if we don't."

"Agreed," sighed Sam. "I guess you should call up Bobby," he added. "See if he knows anything."

"You mean anything in the nature of a body swap?" Dean arched his eyebrows, no Sam's eyebrows.

"You got a better idea?" His brother snapped. Dean shook his head. Already he felt sick.

He picked up the phone to call Bobby. After much confusion, followed by suspicion and disbelief Bobby had agreed to contact them when he had found out something.

"I'm going outside for a breather," Dean told his brother who just nodded.

"Be careful what you do with my body though," Sam snapped and Dean rolled his brother's eyes as he left.

It had only been an hour or so and already he was feeling strange. Feelings he didn't remember feeling, or knew that he had, was intermixing with the regular feelings. A sense of thirst, of rage, was boiled inside of him now. Where did that come from? Suddenly his mind flashed back to odd images in his head. Of him excorsising a demon, since when had he done that? Of a room surrounded by liquor bottles and pills. A feeling of despair swallowing up his other feelings. The sense of being cursed crawling through his veins. A sense of fear evoloping him. Fear of his destiny. What destiny though? What the hell was happening to him? These weren't his feelings and memories, were they?

Sam used Dean's body to lay down. Slowly he closed his eyes, already exhausted. But as soon as he did, red flashes entered his mind. Agony filled his body. Terror and pain too. He heard screams all around him, and felt like screaming too. His whole body felt like it was being ripped into two. Panting he opened his eyes in a flash and looked around his surroundings, unable to stop blinking.

What the hell was happening to him?

Short, but the next chapter will be much longer filled with more detail-I promise! This is more of an intro chapter to get the story going. Hopefully it sounds at least a little interesting and not total crap. Please review though! I live for them now :)