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Little note this is second season story, 6 months after that beautiful car got all 'smashy smashied' Here's the skinny on my world's season two opener; Sam's symbols on the car saved the trunk and the colt. Sam, Dean and John survived (You all know they will) the demon tried to possesses Sam but Sam didn't let it and was left with the message "I'll be back" (Very terminatorish no?)

John vamoosed once they were all healed up but this time promised to stay in touch a bit more. He still believes they'd be better separate until he can refind the demon. Thus we launch into at least another season of the same brother's duo running around saving lives and glueing each others hands to beer bottles… let's not forget the itching powder and Nair… Oh Dean… you rascal you….

Oh yeah and the car? The Impala was junked but for some mysterious reason all weapons were gone by the time the Winchesters got to it in the scrap yard. However Dean, ever the classic muscle car man, had a sister to the Impala in a garage in Lawrence. He'd got it at a younger age and was about to reveal her to the world when Daddy handed over the keys to his 67 Impala…

Oddly, the weapons, unscathed, of the old Impala, had found there way into the new Impala… even the Colt… hmm…

(insert ominous music here)

Right… On with the show…

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Sam felt strange going through his brothers clothing after his shower but realistically he had no choice. He was in Dean's body now and Dean's body only fit Dean's clothing… it might looks a bit strange if a 26 year old was running around in clothing to tight and too long for him… not to mention the hazards of tripping over the pants legs.

Sam sighed, he never realized just how much he missed his towering height until now. Man Dean was short!

It seemed however that all Dean's clothing was dirty and rather smelly at the moment.

Which made sense they hadn't done laundry in a while.

'Wonderful,' though Sam, 'In my brothers skin and covered in his nasty clothing.' At least Sam knew he had a clean pair of jeans, shirt, socks and underwear but it seemed all Dean had clean was a pair of jeans.

"Dean!" he called. The shower water had just turned off and Sam could here his brother moving around.

"What!"

"Where the hell is your clean shirt?" There was a pause, a long pause and then a meek reply.

"In here with me, guess it's not going to do me much good is it?" Dean replied. Sam rolled his eyes and headed toward the bathroom door. He was a few steps away when he heard a cry of surprise. Instantly on a alert he ran to the bathroom door and swung it open.

"Dean? Are you alright? What is it?" he panicked.

"SAM! Dude I'm naked!" Dean yelped as he reached for a towel and wrapped it around the thin hips of his younger brother. Sam however waved him off with a snort.

"Nothing I haven't seen before Dean… so what happened? I thought you were in trouble?" he asked. However the moment he saw his face curl into an unforgiving smile Sam back away from the doorway slightly.

"A tattoo Sammy?" he snickered. "Really I knew Jess was the love of your life but her name on the inside of your thigh? Ouch man… you've got more stones, correction I've got more stones they I give me credit for." Suddenly Sam felt very exposed and embarrassed even though he was almost fully clothed.

"I uh… it um… was a drunken night and…" Sam trailed off to his brother's laughter and quickly ducked out of the room after grabbing the clean shirt. He could feel his cheeks blushing and didn't really want his brother to have more fodder against him.

Sam had been amazed and slightly disgusted at the amount of food his brother packed into his thin frame at breakfast that morning. It was like Dean kept on eating and ever time Sam begged him not to get more pancakes it only made Dean hungrier.

"You're a growing boy Sammy, you need food!" Dean had replied. All Sam could do was sit back in horror and pray to all the gods that be that Dean didn't decide while he was in his younger brother's body, Sam needed a hair cut as well.

After their full breakfast, Sam and Dean paid but ordered a coffee and stayed in an out of the way booth to try and hash things out. Dean was still rubbing his forehead with a look of annoyance on his face as he'd misjudged his new height and ended up smacking Sam's head pretty good into the doorframe of the impala.

Even though he knew it was at his own expense, Sam had to laugh as his brother awkwardly sat in the drivers seat of the impala and was folded up with his knees pressing against the steering wheel. A slight seat adjustment and they were headed out but it still amused Sam.

"You always wanted to be taller then me Dean, now you've got it," Sam had said after Dean smashed his head yet again getting out of the Impala at the diner. Dean glared at him and sneered.

"Shut up and don't walk like that, it's embarrassing," Dean had replied. Sam hadn't realized it until his brother pointed it out but he had been walking a bit strange. The height he was used to was no longer present but his mind was still trying to take the long strides it was used to. The effect was a 26 year old stocky well built male walking like he was trying to step over some great invisible cavern.

Sam had since corrected the problem and so now here they sat, wrapping there head around things.

"So we went the library where those three people were found asleep and unresponsive," Sam began. Dean nodded, then blew out a huff trying to remove Sam's floppy hair from his eyes.

"The three people who later died in hospital from extreme trauma to the cerebral cortex. Doctor's explained they were screaming a whole bunch and then… they weren't," Dean added. "So we go back to the library to figure things out then you… I… damn it… we get separated. I find you… shit… your body unconscious on the floor with a nasty bump on your head when tall dark and creepy jumps me… my body and we tussle." Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Tussle?" he echoed.

"Yes Sam, as in he tried to jump me and I salted him so much I nearly had a heart attack," Dean replied. "Now stop interrupting I thought we were trying to figure things out."

"We are… go ahead, I was out and…" Sam said. Sam couldn't help but wonder if he'd always looked so lost when he was thinking. It was almost like his face contorted to display a 'please help me I'm thinking' sign on his for head. It was creepy but the more he remained in his brother's body the more he was able to get a sense of his own body's natural traits.

Sam's fingers snapped in front of his face and Sam suddenly realized he hadn't been paying attention to what his brother was saying but rather how his own body moved.

"Sorry what?" Sam asked.

"I said after that I brought you back to the motel. I read up on the demon and figured, I had to kill it before you were next on his list," Dean replied.

"'Kay."

"Turns out the only way to get it was from the inside, his playing field not ours. So I… tried to talk you into doing it but you weren't responding," Dean said. Sam snorted.

"I was unconscious," he replied. Dean frowned and raised the knife at his place to a clump of Sam's hair. Instantly Sam went serious.

"Don't you dare," he snapped.

"Then stop being such a whiney bitch," Dean replied. He put down the knife and went on. "Dad's journal said someone powerful enough could take the thing from the inside… I figured you're psychic boy wonder you'd be able to do it…" Sam was a bit surprised, even though Dean's logic was completely flawed, his heart and faith in his brother never ceased to amaze him.

"Thanks Dean," Sam smiled. Dean looked at him and then frowned.

"Don't put that look on my face, it's disgusting I look like I'm going to cry or… god… hug me or something," he said. Again Sam just laughed and Dean pressed on. "You weren't doing it though, you'd keep having nightmares and I couldn't wake you so I decided I needed to save you as per usual. I cast a spell on myself." At this Sam was flabbergasted as his eyes grew huge.

"You did WHAT?" he asked. "Dean are you insane? Do you have any idea how much that can attract negative spirits and go horribly wrong? No wonder I'm stuck in your stumpy sweat vessel! You probably screwed something up!"

"Hey!" Dean snapped. A waitress nearby looked at them questionably but Sam quickly turned and flashed a smile. When the waitress blushed and giggled Sam finally experienced first hand, his brother's chick magnet million dollar smile. He sighed and turned back to his brother who was beaming like a proud pappa. Sam narrowed his eyes and frowned. "Atta boy Sammy," Dean smiled.

His smile faded however and he leaned over the table and talked quietly but harshly.

"Look Dr. Nerd, I'm not a moron okay, I've been hunting longer then you have and I think I know a thing or two about spells. It was just a simple one. It put me to sleep, let me play too but blocked out any unwanted guests okay? Shit simply Sammy, do NOT put this on me."

"So what it's my fault?" Sam hissed. "Dean I just woke up this morning to find myself in your body okay? What I remember is bits and pieces of running around this Hoboken town woods with you trying to fight that thing in the trees but that never happened did it?" Dean shrugged his brother's shoulders.

"Yes and no," he replied. "Those woods were the demon's grounds, on that field he was vulnerable, attackable so when I came into that world and convinced you, you were awake we were able to find it and kill it with good old fashion dream bullets. It was working, it had worked until…" When Dean trailed off lowering the shaggy mop on his head over his eyes Sam sat up straighter. He knew something had happened and was just waiting for Dean to have out with it.

"What Dean? What happened?" he asked. Dean mumbled something incoherent and Sam had to lean in. "What?" Dean looked up, Sam realized again just how capable he was of looking so sad, his own puppy dog eyes were hard to look at.

"It said something before it died," Dean sighed. "I was reading the spell to wake me up and he said something before he vanished." For a moment Sam said nothing, the Demon could have said any number of things that could be as dangerous as a life ending curse to as harmless as a stampede of bunnies down the main street of town.

"What… what did he say?" Sam asked.

"Something about, 'permissum unus exsisto ceterus quod ceterus exsisto unus,' I think. He said more but I didn't catch it. That world was kinda fuzzy for me too ya know," Dean replied. Sam looked at the floor running the words through in his head as soon as he'd translated he looked up at Dean with his mouth open in shock.

"But that means…" he spluttered. Dean nodded his brothers shaggy head.

"Yeah, the only thing that can recant is dead," he replied. "And the reason it worked so well was probably because I was helping him with my 'return to my body' spell." Sam smacked his brother's forehead and lowered his head to the table. This could not be happening, he refused to believe he was stuck in his brother's body forever.

"Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" Sam hissed.

"Kay, just woke up too remember?" Dean sighed. "Besides I'd knew you'd get all bent out of shape about it so I was trying to think things out. This isn't a pleasure cruise for me either Sam." Sam looked up again into his own eyes, oddly enough he could see Dean's gaze through them pleading with him to understand. It was a calm look saying 'I screwed up and I know it, I'm human let's just figure this out and deal with it like always.' And Sam didn't blame his brother, after all the whole reason he'd used the spell in the first place was to help him.

"I know, you're right… sorry," he sighed. "So, what do we do now?" For a moment Sam watched his own brow furrow in thought, there was that sad look again but this time, Sam wasn't so sure it was completely his face or if it had a touch of Dean's emotions to it.

Finally Dean looked up,

"Dad?" he offered. Sam stood Dean's body up right there and marched out of the diner.

Dean, with the help of his brother's exceptionally long legs, obviously had no problem catching up to Sam and they reached the Impala almost at the same time.

"Look," Dean sighed holding up his cellphone. "I don't like it anymore then you do but unless you're going to soul jump out of that body right now I can't think of what else to do. We've never come up against something like this Sam and we…"

"AND WE CAN DEAL WITH IT ALONE LIKE WE ALWAYS DO!" Sam snapped. The surprised look on his brother's face told him he needed to calm down. He pinched the bridge of his brother's nose and sighed. "Dean, I just… Dad's never going to let us live this down. He and I… we're still on rocky ground and something like this… I let myself get blindsided in that library and taken down. You went Rambo and came in recklessly guns blazing into my nightmare, literally. He may at least believe we're more important then the hunt but we screwed up Dean, we screwed up big time."

Sam watched his body turn away and then slump against the hood of the Impala. They stayed that way for several moments, in silence, thinking, hoping, wishing this was all just a really unfunny joke.

"He can help us," Dean replied quietly. Then he turned back to Sam, "He will help us because he knows we can't stay like this. That's more important, we'll just have to take what ever he dishes out. If it's any consolation, I'm pretty sure I'll be in a lot more trouble then you will be."

"And why's that?" Sam asked with a sigh.

"Because now I'm the ugly one," Dean snickered. Sam rolled his brother's eyes, Dean, always the calm under pressure kind of guy. "Seriously though Sammy, I'm outta my league right now." Sam looked up at him and nodded.

"Yeah I know," he sighed. "Call him but Dean can we just… can we wait till he gets here to tell him I'm not me?"

"Sure Sammy, I know it's embarrassing to be able to take the jolly green giant in a jumping contest," Dean replied.

"That was weak, even for you Dean," Sam snorted. He went around to the passenger side door and opened it up.

"This skinny body of yours is cramping my style, literally," Dean replied. Sam didn't reply he just climbed into the Impala, only to burst out laughing when Dean once again smacked his head on the door frame.

"God damn it…" Dean hissed.

"Hey, you break it you bought it," Sam snickered. Sam watched his face go a deep hue then his eyes narrow as Dean rubbed the red mark on his forehead. It was almost comical how flustered he looked at the moment. Sam wondered if he always looked like that?

"That's it… hair cut time," Dean replied. As the Impala tore out of the parking lot Sam's wails of malcontent could be heard a block down the road.

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TBC…

Again review my faithful's and tell me what you think about my possible history to the new season.

The latin used was from an internet translator, sorry if it fed up but it's supposed to mean "Let one be the other and the other be theone" You latin experts can let me know if it's wrong. I only studied latin for a year so...

Oh and here's next chapter's preview it'll at last be from Dean's POV :

"Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. Never before had he heard his father laugh so long and so hard and so… so… genuine before in his life. It was creeping him right the hell out…"