Author's Note: I apologize for leaving you guys where I did yesterday. I hope this chapter makes up for it. Enjoy!

Dean felt static in his head, the same static he usually felt and heard when someone did something to REALLY piss him off.

"What the fuck?" he said in a rare outburst of profanity.

"Listen to me Dean." Bobby pleaded. This was not going as planned.

"Start talking or I will start ripping you limb from limb." Bobby retreated as Dean advanced on the smaller man.

"If we send Sam to hell then they can't send you."

"Sam does not deserve hell. That was my deal, my issue, not his. There is no eternal damnation for my brother." Dean continued to advance upon Bobby, slow and steady, like a cat preparing to pounce on a much small, much tastier, animal.

"It would break the deal."

"It isn't his deal."

"Let me talk Dean."

"You aren't saying anything that doesn't make me want to NOT kill you Bobby."

"If they mistake Sam for you and he goes to Hell we can summon the demon back and they would have to reinstate Sam, just as he was, because it wasn't the deal made, and since they screwed up the deal they have to let you live and let Sam live."

"That is unacceptable Bobby." Dean said in a cold low tone.

"But Dean it would save your life."

"Sam doesn't need to spend one minute suffering in hell for me. I am not worth that. Sam is my brother. It is my responsibility to keep him safe."

"But you won't be able to protect Sam when you are in hell." Bobby knew that was a low blow, and he was skating on pretty thin ice as it was. He would be lucky to get out of this conversation with out being beaten to a bloody pulp. Dean was strong in his own body, but with Sam's he had more height and more weight to back up those punches. Bobby could end up dead if Dean was mad enough.

"Is that why I look like Sam?" Sam's voice had never been especially low, even when he was angry, however Dean's low, rumbling, threatening, growl had invaded Sam's usually even voice. Bobby suddenly wondered just how much of Dean would be impressed upon Sam and how much of Sam would be impressed upon Dean. If he survived this conversation with Dean he would have to observe them and find out.

"You don't look like Sam, you are Sam."

"What?"

"I had a hoodoo priest switch your souls." That caused Dean to stumble backward a step as if he had been slapped.

"You took my soul out of my body and put it into Sammy's?" Bobby was about to confirm it when the pieces of the puzzle came together in Dean's mind. "You mean to tell me, that since I'm in Sammy's body that there would be no way the Demon would know that I wasn't me. That is the way you are going to get the Demon to take Sammy instead of me."

"Yeah that is the plan. But in order for it to work, you two need to learn how to be each other."

"Bobby, I thought…" Dean felt betrayed. He felt more than betrayed. He felt like he had been used, deceived and he vaguely had a memory of a lab rat at Stanford. Oh God. He hadn't been to Stanford. That was one of Sammy's memories. Now he was violating his brother. These were his memories not his. "Bobby switch us back. NOW!" Dean demanded.

"I can't." Bobby said slowly.

"What the hell?"

"It will last for three weeks and two days." Dean felt the fear ripple all of the way down Sam's body.

"Right through the deal."

"Yeah." Dean was rendered speechless for a few moments.

"I don't know if I can ever forgive you for this Bobby."

"If it works Dean, I don't care if you never speak to me again." Dean's eyes blurred. He felt nauseous and he had an overwhelming desire to sit down. This was unacceptable. Sammy didn't deserve this. It was bad enough that he was about to force Sam to be alone for the rest of his life, which was something that Dean feared and he assumed that his brother would fear as well and he vaguely wondered if the demon would use that fear and make that his own personal hell. That thought had crossed his mind more than once. Another floater thought crossed his mind; Sam had worried about being left alone and what it would be like for Dean to be left alone, because despite all of his efforts to make it unnoticeable, Sam knew that abandonment was his greatest fear and with that realization Sammy's body flooded with shame as he remembered all of the times he had abandoned Dean. Dean pressed his hands against his eyes to stop the memories and the emotions that weren't his to have.

"This has to stop. I can't violate my brother this way. Some things are meant to be private." He said through gritted teeth.

"Dean?" He heard his own voice say groggily from the other room.

"Go to him Bobby." Dean commanded with enough force that Bobby was actually afraid not to follow the order. Bobby had never been afraid of Dean, thought of him as a cute kid, this new angry homicidal Dean truly scared him. Somewhere in the back of Bobby's mind he realized that he probably deserved this. "I can't freak him out like this." Dean whispered more to himself than to Bobby.

Bobby went into the room where he had left Sam. He entered the room and found Sam standing and looking into the mirror that was a part of the dresser set that Bobby's mother had given him and his wife when they were married.

"What have you done Bobby?" Sam asked with Dean's voice. Sam turned to face the older man, and Bobby was stunned at the change. Dean's face was always schooled into tight unreadable lines, and his large green eyes were hard and sad. This past year they had taken on a haunted quality that Bobby had wanted to take from them. With Sam inside, his eyes were soft, and his features readable. He was scared and disturbed. Bobby sighed and recounted the story. Instead of threats and anger he received a nod.

"Sounds reasonable to me." he took a deep breath. "I just wish that you had asked me first. Waking up with Dean's face isn't something I was ever prepared for."

"You're not mad?"

"I'm not thrilled with the whole thing, but it does sound like the most reasonable way to get him out of the deal. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because then you could die. Dean constructed the deal in a way that is damn near impossible to destroy."

"Tell me about it." He said with a slight roll of the big green eyes. "But that's my brother for you."

"Sammy?" Dean asked from the doorway. Sam turned his eyes to his brother and the sight of his own body, tight and rigid, haunted and unreadable unnerved him. He was looking at his brother; there was no doubt in his mind. It was like Dean was wearing a Sam mask.

"Yeah Dean?" he asked.

"Are you creeped out?"

"Definitely. You?"

"A little." He looked away for a second and cleared his throat, a nervous gesture Sam had noticed Dean had developed in the last couple of years. "Sammy. I can…" he paused trying not to say what he was about to say. "I can remember things that I've never seen. Never done. Never felt. I just want you to know…I'm not…"

"It's going to happen I'm afraid." Sam said. "I've caught a couple things too."

"Sammy, I didn't want this."

"I didn't want you to make the deal. Sometimes we have to deal with crap we don't want to."

"Sammy I don't want you in hell."

"Dean, I don't want you in hell."

"But."

"This is the most feasible solution."

"You're okay with this?"

"If it will save you, I'm okay with it."

"Sammy I'm not that important."

"I know you think that. Hell, I am seeing why you believe that right now."

"What?"

"Dad screaming at you after a fight that Dad and I had. You started tuning out right after he said it was your fault that I left, and that if you had raised me better that I wouldn't have left." Dean looked away from his brother. Sam shook his head. "Damn Dean, he did a number to you." Dean was incredibly uncomfortable with Sam learning his deepest darkest things.

"Dean, you are going to learn a lot about me in the next three weeks. Know that I'm not mad."

"I.."

"Dean…stop. Bobby did this to save you. I don't like how he went about it…but it will work. Just let it go."

"Sam…"

"Dean…I'm too tired to argue about this right now." Sam sighed and pushed away from the dresser. "I'm going to catch a shower." Dean watched his body go towards the bathroom, he had no witty sarcastic remark about treating his handsome body with respect, all he could think was that Sam was getting the short end of the stick.