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Chapter 7

Bobby's had always been a safe place for Dean, and Sam was starting to realize just how safe Dean felt around the older man. Dean's body relaxed when Bobby was around, it was like Dean didn't have to worry about anything, Bobby would take care of the problems if there was one, he was older and wiser and Dean wouldn't have to shoulder the entire burden.

Sam had even heard the thought "Bobby will keep Sammy safe" flutter across the forefront of Dean's brain. Sam leaned Dean's frame against Bobby's kitchen counter and sighed to himself. Dean's thoughts seemed to be a broken record, "Keep Sammy safe" "Make sure Sammy is happy" "It is your job to take care of Sammy, you screwed it up once, you can't do it again". Sam wondered why his brother wasn't exhausted all of the time. God knows if he had to listen to this mantra over and over again for the last 28 years he would have gone postal by now.

He crossed Dean's legs and took a sip of the coffee he had poured. He watched Bobby with a critical eye. Dean seemed to look at Bobby as a father figure, and he realized that he was one of like three people in the whole world that Dean trusted.

Sam watched as Bobby made the pancakes that Dean loved; chocolate chip with syrup and whipped cream. Just the thought of all of that sugar made Sam's cheeks hurt and his stomach roll. That much sugar had never appealed to Sam and he didn't especially like the idea of Dean putting that kind of food into his body, but it was only for three weeks, how much damage could he possibly do? Despite what Dean ate his body was in surprisingly good shape. All of that running from the monsters really kept him in shape and thin. Sam took another sip of the coffee and found that Bobby was looking at him.

"You okay Bobby?"

"You are creeping me out."

"What? You made us like this." Sam said with an edge of anger.

"It is just weird seeing you from inside Dean's eyes. I know it's an adjustment.."

"Adjustment is the understatement of the century Bobby." Bobby sighed and looked away from Sam.

Once he collected his wits again he asked, "Are you okay with this Sam, really? I know what you said to Dean, but…well. I don't want you mad at me."

"You really didn't give me much of a choice Bobby. Do I want to go to Hell? No way in the world do I want to go. But I don't want Dean to go more. I have said it before, I would go to the ends of the earth for my brother and I think this pretty much constitutes as the ends of the earth. I just wish you had told me before you did it."

"I couldn't."

"Why?"

"Because it violates Dean's deal and you would have dropped dead."

"What?"

"Think about it. You would be violating the "welching or weaseling" portion of the deal. You would have dropped dead."

"I am fairly certain that that clause only applies to Dean." Sam took another sip of the coffee.

"I'm not too sure about that Sam. The demons and such tend to look at you and your brother as a single unit."

"I never thought of that." Bobby continued to cook and tried to figure out a way to ask what he wanted to know. He finally decided that the best way to do it would be to just be blunt.

"How does it feel to be inside him?"

"How does it feel?" Sam repeated and sighed. He tried to find the words. "Weird." He said with a laugh.

"He sounds different."

"What?"

"I can tell you aren't Dean because of how he sounds. His voice is usually a little more gruff and gravely."

"Huh." Sam said curiously.

"You boys are going to have to learn how to be one another."

"I can act like Dean." Sam laughed. "Eat everything in my path, have sex with every woman that crosses my path, and kill lots of 'evil sons of bitches.'" Sam said the last with a deepened voice and Bobby laughed.

"You still didn't sound like him."

"It shouldn't be too hard to master that."

"It may be more difficult than you think. There is a lot more to being Dean than having a gravely voice. There is a lot more to him than you seem to think."

"Bobby, I get the feeling that you did this for more than one reason. I think the main reason is to save Dean but I think you wanted me to learn what went though his head."

"I wanted him to know what went through yours as well."

"It's a dark place up here."

"I'm sure it is. He is full of-"

"Self-loathing." Bobby nodded. "Why do you think that is?"

"Got me. I was hoping that your self-esteem would rub off on him."

"I don't think there is enough self-esteem in any one person that would effectively rub off onto my brother and make any significant change."

"I don't know about that Sammy." The screen door opened and slammed shut. "Dean that you?" Bobby asked.

"It's me Bobby." Dean chuckled a little. "Well as much me as can be in Sam's big Sasquach body." Dean entered the kitchen and he locked eyes with Sam for a moment and then turned to look at what Bobby was fixing.

"You are making my favorite." He said and sat down at the table.

"Least I could do." Bobby mumbled and put the pancakes in front of Dean. Sam sat across from his brother and Bobby put a bowl of oatmeal in front of him. Dean tucked into the pancakes and shoveled them into his mouth without heed to politeness. Dean expected the different kinds of sweet to melt in his mouth and warm his stomach and fill him up, but instead he felt the sugar in his mouth and it tasted wrong. The chocolate chips were bitter and the syrup way too sugary and the whip cream made him want to hurl. Disgusted, he pushed the pancakes away from him and Sam gave him a strange look.

"Something wrong?"

"Your taste buds are broken." Sam laughed and put the oatmeal in his mouth expecting to enjoy the thick, warm breakfast food but instead it felt as if he had eaten paste. He pushed the oatmeal away from him and gave Dean a strange look.

"Do you think it's possible that our bodies dictate what we like to eat?"

"I don't know, you are the one with the college education."

"But at the moment I don't have access to it. I can, for whatever reason, tell you how to take apart a carburetor and how to put it back together, but I can't tell you anything else." Dean thought for a moment and realized that he couldn't come up with anything regarding his car. He couldn't tell you anything about the engine or anything. Panic flooded his mind.

"Your souls were switched. Souls do not have intelligence." Bobby said and sat down with the brothers. Dean relaxed a little and Sam tried not to look alarmed. Dean pulled the bowl of oatmeal to him and took bite.

"Well I'll be damned. This actually doesn't taste like paste." Sam gave him a weird look and then tried the pancakes.

"Wow. These are good." Sam said surprised. Bobby watched as each brother ate their breakfast. The two looked amazed that they actually liked what they were eating. After finishing breakfast, Dean sat back in his chair and looked pointedly at his brother. He decided that this was the perfect time to discuss the topic that had angered and frustrated him since he had began his walk earlier this morning.

"We need to discuss the significance of Demon Blood." Sam's face went pale.