Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, its characters, or any other entity in association with it (I'm only claiming Dana and Samantha). I also do not own Twilight Zone.

A/N: Here's the second chapter, sorry that it's kinda short and filled with all kinds of weird dialogue and descriptions
/)_(\ I just needed to get it done and over with so I can attempt more plot advancement ... Anywho, please review and let me know what you think (that includes telling me my writing sucks harder than a Dyson vacuum ^_~ )

"DEAN?" Sam's shout caught the attention of his brother and Dana.

"SAMMY!"

"Dean! Over here!"

The duo rushed down the hallway that the other man had called out from. "Sam! Get over here ya beautiful son of a bitch!" Dean cried, pulling his brother into a crushing hug.

After a few slaps on the back, the brothers finally released each other. That's when Sam noticed the tiny woman standing behind Dean, wide-eyed and quietly humming the theme to Twilight Zone.

"Uh, Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Who is that?"

The woman seemed to come back to reality at that. She walked towards Sam, still staring owlishly when she said: "Holy shit, not exactly how I pictured it but hey..."
Sam blinked a couple times. "Uh, I'm sorry, what?"

"Shit, sorry!" The woman apologised. "My name is Dana and we've apparently been pulled into some weird, gender-bender universe mashup ala Twilight Zone."

Before either Sam or Dean could add to the conversation, Dana was bolting across the room.

"Sammy! There you are!" Her concerned tone had both men whirling in her direction.

There, leaning against the door frame was a tall, slender woman with shaggy brown hair. Dean had to chuckle; this is exactly what he thought his brother would look like as a chick. The woman's outfit and the way she carried herself was just so Sam. She was wearing an unbuttoned blue plaid shirt and a grey V-neck tee beneath it; boot cut jeans that were frayed at the bottoms covered scuffed black combat boots. The only difference was she was shorter, no taller than 5'10" and had a pretty decent rack. And ass... Dean quickly derailed that train of thought. Wasn't this Sam like his sister by some weird extension? 'Cause if so, he should definitely not be thinking about her rack. Or ass. She had a slight gash at her temple that only showed once she carded her left hand through her hair as she looked around the room. "Dude," she said, making her way to the middle of the room to stare at the brothers. "Either I hit my head really hard and this is some sort of hallucination or –"

"– or you're looking at the male version of us. Yeah." Dana supplied.

Both Sam's gaped at her. "Okay, so let me get this straight: those two are the guy version of us and we're the girl version of them and this isn't some sort of weird joint hallucination? Should we do some sort of introduction?" The female Sam fired off her questions.

"Good idea! You're up, Sam!" Dean grinned and clapped his brother on the shoulder.

"Uh, sure," he cleared his throat before continuing. "Um, I'm Sam Winchester and –"

"What the Hell!?" The brunette woman squawked, interrupting him. "I'm Sam Winchester!" She looked equal parts excited and confused.

"I'm Dana Winchester," the petite woman held her hand out for the other Sam. "And the chick currently losing her mind over you also being Sam Winchester is my kid sister."

Sam dazedly shook her hand. "Guess that leaves me. I'm Dean," the man gave a little hand wave, "and I think we're going to have to come up with a way to address both Sam's differently to cut back on the confusion."

Dana nodded. "Well, we'll call you Sam," she pointed at the behemoth in front of her. "And she'll be Sammy."