After being on the road for several hours straight, Sam whined that his ass was sore and he wanted to stop for the night.

"Bitch, bitch, bitch..geeze Sammy you should have been born with tits!"

Sam scoffed at him, "I'm tired, and I'm hungry. At least let's stop for some food. And I don't mean a nuked burrito at a mini mart."

Dean pulled into the parking lot of an Italian restaurant.

"This ok?"

"Yeah, it smells good."

They got out of the car and headed inside.

They looked over the menu's.

The waitress sauntered over, smiling and flirting with Sam.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

Dean's eyes narrowed and he reached across the table taking Sam's hand in his own. "Yeah, bring us a bottle of Brunello Di Montalcino," Dean said slapping the wine menu closed and handing it to her.

She smiled looking at their entwined hands. "Are you ready to order?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah, I'll have the chicken parmesan. Grilled."

"I'll take the manicotti."

The waitress took the menu's and walked away.

"What's up with you?" Sam asked him.

"She was FLIRTING with you! Stupid bitch."

Sam smiled Dean's playful sexy smile. "Now you know what I feel like every single day! You are finally seeing things through my eyes."

"Don't act like people don't flirt with you, you're hot."

Sam laughed, "Well thanks, but still, you get hit on every single day. It drives me crazy."

"I don't ask for them to flirt with me, Sam."

"But you flirt back Dean!"

"Can we not argue about this? It's a part of me, it's just how I operate. But I'm with you, Sam. YOU! Nobody else, ok? It doesn't matter if every skank from New York to California throws herself at me, I'm not biting Sammy. I love you, alright?"

"WOW!" Sam smiled, "Don't ever tell me you don't do chick flick moments, ok?"

Dean grinned, leaned in, pulled Sam to him and kissed him long and hard.

"You're wine," the waitress interrupted.

Dean pulled away from Sam, turned their wine glasses over. "Yeah, thanks." he smiled. The waitress poured them a glass, sat the bottle down, then walked away.

After dinner, Dean drove them to a motel about a half a mile down the road. He checked in, got their room, drove around to it and got out of the car.

Sam pulled open his door and stood. Dean was walking around the edge of the car, and when he got in front of Sam, Sam grabbed him and slammed him against the car and kissed him.

"Is this what it's like to be you? Are you always horny?" Sam asked.

Dean laughed, "Pretty much, yeah. I got a pretty high sex drive Sammy."

"I swear Dean, I've had a hard on for an hour."

Dean smiled, "Well, you better losen up that wrist, because I don't think I can... you know."

"Why?"

"Because that's me Sam. I can't, I mean it would be..."

Sam leaned in and kissed him. "I'm still me Dean."

Dean broke Sam's hold and walked into their room.

Sam followed. "Do you mean to tell me that you're not going to make love to me because I'm in your body?"

Dean turned to look at him. "That's what I'm saying Sam, I'm sorry, but I can't. It's ... weird."

Sam stepped forward, invading Dean's space. He leaned in and ravished his neck.

Dean moaned, his hands slipping into the short spiky hair. "Sammy.."

Sam reached down between them and flicked the button on Dean's jeans, slowly unzipping them and slipped his hand inside and grasped Dean dick.

Dean pushed him away. "Sam I'm sorry. I can't."

"Yeah, that was.."

"Fuckin weird?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded.

"We definitely need to get some help. I can't stand this already!"

"Dean, will you still sleep with me? I mean in the same bed?"

No matter how hard he tried, Sam couldn't get used to Dean's smirks on his face.

The boys pulled up in Bobby's yard.

His new dog was barking, hackles raised, teeth bared. They sat in the car until Bobby appeared on his porch.

"Hey!" Bobby yelled, smiling and waving them out of the car. "What're y'all doing here?"

Sam approached first, "Well, we need some help!"

"Hi Dean," Bobby said shaking his hand.

"Sam actually, that's Dean."

Bobby looked from one to the other. "Uhh, yeah. I'd say that you need some help."

Four hours and several shots later, all three men were frustrated.

"AHHHH!" Dean yelled, throwing the book he was looking at across the room. "This is fucking usless!"

"We'll find something Sam.." Bobby shook his head, "I mean Dean. I haven't ever let you down before, have I?"

"No, you haven't, but Bobby I have a feeling, we're screwed on this one."

There was a loud thud, Dean and Bobby looked over at the desk where Sam was sitting at. Sam was not visiable, but they could hear him laughing.

"You ok Sammy?"

"I falled off the sofa!!"

Dean laughed, "I thing you mean you fell off the chair?"

"That too," Sam laughed.

Dean walked over behind the desk. Sam was laying on his back.

"Sam, you're making me look bad. Glad nobody but Bobby is seeing this. I'm no lightweight!"

Dean pulled Sam to his feet. He stumbled into Dean's chest. He raised his head and looked at Dean, then kissed him.

Dean pulled away. "Alright, let's get your drunk ass in bed."

Dean glanced over at Bobby, wondering what he thought of the kiss. He seemed unfazed.

"Come on, I'll show you where y'all can sleep."

"Deeeeean, I'm not tired!"

"Maybe not Sammy, but I ain't carrying your heavy ass to the bed when you pass out."

Sam started laughing. "Dude, you just called yourself fat!" he giggled.

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"No, I didn't!!"

"Uh-huh, you said carry your heavy ass!"

"Shut up Sam."

Dean pulled Sam's arm around his shoulder and walked behind Bobby down the hall to the bedroom. Dean let Sam fall onto the bed.

"Need help getting him in bed?"

"No, I'm good. Thanks Bobby, thanks for everything."

Bobby nodded and closed the door behind him.

Dean pulled off Sam's boots and socks. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, working them down his hips and legs. Dean pulled him into a sitting position and pulled his shirt off. Sam fell back on the bed giggling.

"I lobe you." Sam said drunkenly.

Dean snorted, "Yeah, I lobe you too."

"Dean, I'm horny. I wanna fuck."

Dean looked down at him. "Such language Sammy!!"

"Awww, come on Dean," Sam whined, pounding his fist into the bed.

Dean laughed and stretched out on top on him. "You'd pass out right in the middle of it Sam, you're pretty wasted."

Sam lifted his head and kissed him, rolling over pinning Dean on the bed.

"Nam not."

"Ok, maybe you won't pass out, but you sure won't last long!"

"So.."

Dean pushed him over onto his back and slid his hand down Sam's chest, snaking it back and fourth. "You know, I really do have a great body." Dean grinned.

Sam moaned, pressing his head into the pillow as Dean's hand slipped into his boxers. He lightly stroked Sam's buldging erection.

With a loud resounding grunt, he came. Hard.

"See baby, I told you."

Sam responded a quiet "uh-huh" before passing out.

Bobby woke to find Dean poised behind the desk, reading one of his books.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean growled.

"What's up son?" Bobby asked.

"This," Dean said, turning the book toward Bobby.

Bobby leaned down and looked at the photo in the book.

"What is it?"

"It's an ancient Mayan idol. It was excavated in the city of Calakmul in Campeche, Mexico in 1931. The idol is said to have unspeakable power ranging from mind control to communicating with the dead, and it's most useful power, allowing one to switch bodies. It says here that it's believed the idol was used by the High Preist to inhabit the ruler Wamau K'awil."

Dean looked up at Bobby.

"So, what do you want to do? Track this thing down and see if it can switch you two back?"

Dean shook his head, "No, I know where it is. Sam and I already had an encounter with it. The same night we switched bodies."

Bobby stood up straight. "You both touched it?"

"Yeah, but when we did, I didn't feel any surge of power, weird energy, nothing."

"Tell me exactly what happened."

Dean told him everything that had happened at the museum that night.

"It had to be the idol Bobby, it's the only thing that makes sense."

"Well, I guess you boys should get your butts back down to Alabama!" Bobby fished a manila folder off of his desk and handed it to Dean. "On your way, think you two could stop and check this out?"