A/N: First of all, sorry for the big delay in posting the second chapter of the fic, but work's been hecting, I've been on a travel trip for near a week and then I had real life to deal with too… but here it is. Hope you enjoy it:)

Half an hour later, with the both of them showered and with clean clothes on, the research still hadn't given any results. Sam was know in front of the laptop surfing through the usual websites to no avail. Finally he sighed and closed the lid of the laptop.

"This is useless. There's some information about body swapping charms, but they all require a fair amount of magic and incantations. We just dispatched a troll. This makes no sense at all." He turned to his brother. "Does dad's journal say anything?"

Dean looked up and closed the book. "Nope. Guess dad never encountered something like that."

"So, what do we do?"

Dean scratched his neck before answering. "We call Bobby, tell him we need help and meanwhile go looking for our next gig."

Sam's eyebrows shot at that. "What? You want to go hunting like that?"

"Yeah, why not? What do you want to do? Sit here and expect us to change bodies again?"

"Well, for starters… yes, that would be a good idea. At least until Bobby comes up with something."

"Yeah, Sammy. And what if Bobby doesn't come up with something?"

Sam sighed. He so did not want to think about that possibility right then. "Dean, all I'm saying is that we don't really have the hand on these bodies. Can you honestly tell me you're ready to go hunting without knowing if your body will react like before?"

"I guess not." Dean sit down on one of the beds. "Okay, so we call Bobby and while we wait we start training in these bodies. Get to know how they work. Shouldn't be too difficult considering we…" He never got the chance to finish the sentence as he got struck by a blinding pain, focused in his head…

It was dark. A young man, younger even than Sam, parking his car in front of a block of apartments and stepping out of it. He opened the back door and picked up some books. On the cover of one of them it could be read 'Library of Richmond University Property'. The man started walking when suddenly he stopped and whirled around, as if he had heard something. Relaxing his features, he turned around again and was about to resume his walking when something stepped in front of him. The man jumped slightly but recovered quickly of his surprise.

"What are you doing here? I told you I was going to spend the night studying."

Whatever that it was in front of him remained silent. The man sighed. "Look, I'm sorry I can't come with you to the party, baby, but tomorrow is the final exam and if I fail it I will loose the scholarship, you know it."

He was meet by silence once again.

"Okay, let's do a thing. I'll take you there and have a beer with the gang. How does that sound?" He smiled but his smile froze in his face and he suddenly looked frightened. He backed a couple of steps. "What are you? What do you want? You're not…"

Something suddenly jumped him and for a moment all that was there were his screams…

"DEAN!"

Dean gasped and opened up his eyes, looking around disoriented. Where was the man? What had attacked him? He stared up at Sam and only then realized he was sitting on the floor, back on the bed and Sam kneeling in front of him, looking scared.

"What happened?"

"By the looks of it, you've just had a vision, Dean."

Dean frowned and blinked a couple of times to clear his mind. If that's what Sam felt every time he was hit by a vision, he didn't envy him at all.

"Oh, joy. I feel so blessed right now."

Sam ignored the comment and grabbed his brother by the elbow, helping him to stand up. "What did you see?"

Dean sat down on the bed heavily. His head still hurt like a sonovabitch and the thought about Sam suffering that every time a vision stroke didn't help his mood at all.

"A man, he was attacked by someone or something."

"Dean, man, you'll have to be a little more specific. If it's something supernatural, we'll need details to find him."

"Yeah… he was a college boy. One of the books was from the Richmond University."

"Virginia?"

Dean shrugged. "Guess so. He seemed to know who attacked him, I'd say it was hisgirlfriend or something posing as his girlfriend"

Sam seemed to think about that. "Shapeshifter?"

"I don't know, I couldn't see what it was. But whatever it was, that man was scared senseless."

Sam started pacing the room. "Okay, we're like a three days ride away from Virginia. Any idea when this will happen?"

Dean shocked his head. "Wait… he said something about his final exam being the next day…"

Sam went to his laptop and after connecting it again, he did a quick search. "Okay, according to this, final exams started a couple of days ago and will last until a week from now. We'll just have to go and hope his final exams is one of the lasts."

Dean looked at him quizzically. "I thought we going hunting in our current state was a bad idea."

"And it is a bad idea, but what can we do? Let that man die? Maybe let more people die?"

"Yeah, yeah. I get your point. So first things first. We call Bobby, explain this mess to him and then we blow this popsicle stand."

Sam nodded while already dialing up Bobby's number. "And Sam?"

Sam looked at his brother who let a lazy smile come to his face. "This final exams thing… does that mean no parties around? Because that will suck…"

Sam groaned.

TBC