Title: The Swap
Rated for: T
Genre: Family, Friendship, Adventure,
Fandom/Universe: Supernatural
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel / Pastor Jim, Mary Campbell, Samuel Campbell, Deana Campbell, Christian Campbell, Mark Campbell, Gwen Campbell, Henry Winchester, John Winchester, Adam Milligan, OC's - Diana & Samantha Winchester.
Pairings: NONE
Spoilers/Warning: Mentions or info of some episodes through all 8 seasons. This chapter is taking place in S7.
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended. Good Omens and all related characters belong to Neil Gainmann and Terry Prachett. No infringement intended.
Summary: They were looking into a forbidden hunt – as per usual.
Status: in-Progress
Author's Note: Okay, its not the complete chapter I had planned but I just wanted to put this out there and maybe I'll be posting on this more often. I am trying.
Chapter: The Unexpected
Crowley makes nice with Leviathan Dick because that's what, as King Of Hell, he should do. Gotta keep up appearances, after all he's the big bad demon.
But…well, it doesn't go so well because Leviathan Dick is a dick.
"Check annoying the Leviathan off my list." He smiles because that's all he managed to do and really, that's all Crowley had wanted to do in the first place. Not that Aziraphale was pleased with him for meeting with that evil thing. But its Crowley's job to push, to tempt and he's damn good. So good there's really no need to align himself with the Leviathan's because Aziraphale has to do his part. He's not the sort of angel that disobeys and all they need is to push Diana and Sam where they belong…
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Sam stares out over the lake. He likes the quiet, even if it gives him too much time to think about Dean and how much he would love to be here.
"You think so?" Lucifer takes in a deep breath, savoring the clean air. "I think they'd like him better."
He remembers Mary… but then, Sam thinks her indifference would likely hurt his brother more than he'd care to admit. Its bugging the fuck out of Sam and he doesn't remember anything about their Mom.
"Well, you told them it was your fault, Sammy." Lucifer gives him that insincere smile. "Azazel killed her because he wanted you. And you let me out… oh, but we didn't talk about that." Lucifer winks.
Sam chucks a rock out to the water watching it plonk into the dark surface. He's not happy. He's actually mad and sad, he's nobody here. They know he's an alternate version of Samantha but that's it. She's the go-to Sam they approach instead of him… she's the one they have a relationship with.
"Why would they want you here? You've already killed their daughter once, and you've been the death of your brother as well. He sold his soul to bring you back and then you let me out." Lucifer tisks grinning. "That was real of you, Sam."
The sound of boots at his back have Sam looking over his shoulder. He's surprised by who it is walking towards him.
"Hello."
"Hi." Sam turns to face her, his grandmother.
"You look more like your Father." Deanna notes quietly. She can see Mary in him as well-
"Dean looks more like Mom." Sam adds though he stutters into silence just as quickly. He fidgets uncomfortably and that brings a soft smile to her lips.
"Samantha does that too." She points out. "You're nervous."
"Uh-." Sam doesn't know what to say. After what he told them… how it started with the fire and Azazel trying to claim him. Dean selling his soul with only a year granted to him…
"You don't have to be." She sighs and moves to stand beside him looking out at the lake. "Its been a week and I know we haven't been welcoming." She glances at him but Sam still doesn't speak up. "You'd think as Hunters we would be …used to something like this. But…" she shakes her head. "We're just worried. We have a lot of questions, Sam."
"I know." He agrees, he's had plenty himself and nothing he told them has relieved their curiosity. All its done is bring more questions he just can't answer-
"Because they wouldn't hesitate to kill you, Sam and you know it." Lucifer leisurely strolls in a circle around them. His smile and whistle grating on Sam's nerves. He grabs his hand and digs his fingers into the cut just to get a reprieve.
"And I know you're not telling us everything." She faces him again, looking up into his face. "My Mary dies because a demon burns her in your nursery. And John… John goes after it." She shakes her head. "He's such a stubborn man. Even in your version." She notes Sam doesn't disagree and nods to herself. "What else is going on, Sam? What are you keeping from us? Don't." she raises her hand, shaking her head at him. "Don't lie to me, Sam. I know you're not my Sam but it doesn't change the fact I can still see a lie. You have that same look she gets."
"Right." Sam sighs. He can't bring himself to tell them the rest but he's written it down for them. All he has to do is give her the journal…
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The severed head in the box leaking all over the map table was relocated to the archives room. "Where it should have gone the moment you walked in the Bunker." Diana points out closing the door and jabbering head that won't shut up.
"It's there now." Bobby grumbles.
"Because I walked you over…" Diana smiles nudging into him. "Ok, so now we should talk about the clones. Cus I know Dean is not okay with that."
"Nothing you can do." Bobby shrugs. "We don't know how to kill Leviathan and you don't have anything in the Bunker. Do you?"
"This Bunker," Diana looks around at the dust and cobwebs she still hasn't managed to get rid of and sighs. "I don't know this Bunker, Uncle Bobby."
He looks disappointed but not surprised.
"But," Diana catches up to his longer stride and hooks her arm through his. "If I could somehow get me tech-nerd something like Ash…"
"You saying I should look through my little brown book?" Bobby eyes her wanting to smile and forcing a scowl because he's already charmed by her and he has a feeling it only gets worse if she knows it.
"Ooh, brown? Not black?" Diana grins. "Nah, the black is for your lady friends…" she trails off but Bobby's chuckling and she reminds herself he's not married to Ellen. 'Because there's no Ellen here for him to fall in love with.'
"Frank Deveraux." Bobby says as they walk into the main area. "He's not Ash but, well maybe he's about as-."
"I know Frank!" Diana exclaims. "You remember that time in Fresno-?"
"How do you know about Fresno?" Bobby cuts in, shocked.
"What's in Fresno?" Dean's voice echoes from the couch where he's been cutting into his cast.
"What the hell have you done?" Diana exclaims seeing the chunks of plaster all over the floor. She lets go of Bobby and runs over to her boy-half.
"What?" Dean echoes looking up at her with his big cheesy grin. He tosses her a piece of the cast.
"This, dumb-butt." She waves the cast piece in his face. "He chewed it off!" she tells Bobby who just shakes his head. "Two days, Dean. You couldn't suffer it two more days?"
"Apparently not." Bobby says. "Go put on some big boys pants, Dean." He nods towards the bedroom area. "You two are going to visit a friend of mine while I figure out how to kill a leviathan."
"I'm not cleaning up his mess." Diana protests and tosses the plaster back at Dean.
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Charlie answers the door breathless, bright eyes and rosy cheeked.
"Gross." Samantha makes a face. "You could at least wait until dark before playing with the boy bits." She pushes on the door to walk in. "Put on some pants, Mark! I don't want to see your junk."
Charlie giggles and plops into the love seat as Mark stumbles out of their bedroom.
"What, you jealous little cousin?" he smirks.
"Oh please," Samantha scoffs. "I like me boy bits more than I do girls. Come on, get the rest of your clothes." She snaps her fingers smirking because she knows he won't like the 'why'.
"Why?" Mark ignores his shirtless, barefoot presentation and narrows dark eyes on his cousin.
"Road trip."
"Can I go?" Charlie jumps up, excited at the prospect of a Hunt with them. She doesn't get to go on many even though they've all been teaching her.
"No." they echo in unison.
"Come on!" Charlie pouts. "You know I can help."
"That's the problem." Samantha retorts.
"Its safer if you stay here." Mark frowns at his cousin while trying not to hurt his girlfriend's feelings too much. "You're too important to risk on some krappy Hunt of Sammy's."
"Hey." Samantha protest.
"Shush." Mark orders and drapes an arm over Charlie's shoulders. "I'll see you at the gate."
"Oh for the love… I'm not -. Mark!" Samantha takes a step towards the closing bedroom door. "Make it quick!" she orders and turns to leave them when she hears Charlie's happy voice and runs the rest of the way.
"Hey, where's Mark?" Gwen calls not seeing her brother with Samantha.
"Packing."
Sam can see the pink stain on her cheeks and looks over to the clump of cabins wondering-
"Yo, get down here." Gwen calls to him. "You're coming with."
"Since when?" Samantha frowns.
"Right now." Gwen smiles. "You packed?" she eyes Sam and his lack of 'luggage' pointedly.
"Uh, no. I didn't think I was going." Sam frowns. They hadn't said anything to him and he's stopped trying to include himself when its been made clear he doesn't belong. One Sam is enough for the Campbell's.
"Here." Samuel's gruff voice catches Sam off guard as does the duffel lightly shoved at him. "You're going to need some weapons."
"Uh, thank you." Though Sam sounds hesitant. His eyes search for Samantha but she just shrugs him off and moves around the car.
"You're with me." Samuel says and leads Sam to a black van that reminds him of Bobby's.
"What are we Hunting?" Sam drops the duffel in the back and takes the passenger seat.
"We're gonna see about finding us a witchling." Samuel smiles, turning the key in the ignition.
Sam's lips press together and he faces the road. He's not sure what they hope to find but he's reluctant to go back out there.
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"Well, well, well."
The voice from the back seat of the brand new Land Rover startles them both and Diana slams the brakes. It's hard enough that Crowley is thrown forward though he catches himself on the backs of their calf leather seats.
"What the fuck!" Dean exclaims. "Crowley?"
"You know this freak?" Diana demands. There's dust and pebbles showering her shiny black Rover-Defender SUV. "Out." She follows that by opening her door and shoving her seat forward.
"Oh," Crowley smiles. "This one's an improvement." He tells Dean.
"I'm thinking you're one those that don't die with regular bullets but these have a little extra umph you're gonna feel if I have to repeat myself."
"No need, darling." Crowley says standing behind her. "So," he looks at Dean walking around the front of the Rover to stand close to Diana. "You compared the bits yet? Hmm? No?"
"You're a demon?" Diana frowns, her eyes skipping to Dean for confirmation. "How is that even scary? I mean," she looks at Crowley again. "Gross?"
"I see the similarity." Crowley notes without amusement.
"What do you want?" Dean snarls.
"Same as always." Crowley shakes his head with a sigh. "Never a hello-."
"No one is making any deals." Dean cuts in.
"Deals?" Diana questions curiously. "What's the trade?"
"Oh, just a soul." Crowley shrugs. "Don't really need your soul, love. Now do you?"
"NO." Dean steps forward.
"I'll bring the Moose back here, where he belongs." He says to Dean before looking at Diana. "And send you home."
Dean looks at Diana, already worrying she's gonna say yes because he can see her wheels turning.
"Not so pretty here, is it, love?" Crowley strides over. "All of them dead, no family left for you. But on your side, well… These fools, if they had any brains would take the trip with you."
"Can you do that?" Diana asks, she ignores Dean's sharp intake of breath.
"Just say the word…" Crowley grins.
"Diana." Dean warns but she doesn't bother looking at him.
"So what's the deal exactly?" Diana tucks the gun into her belt under the jacket. "I mean, are you gonna screw me like Dean and give me the year too?" She glances at Dean who looks about ready to pass out he's so pale. "Cus I think I'm owed Dean's -9years with the standard 10."
Crowley chuckles. "19 years…" he shakes his head. "Now that's how you bargain." He says to Dean.
"You son of a bitch-." Dean clenches his fists, ready to beat on the demon, maybe on Diana too if she's seriously considering making this deal.
"Then again," Diana sighs and twirls a lock of her hair between her fingers. "One set per reality is good. Wouldn't want to break the parallel universe rules." She looks at Dean. "We might end up with the wrong bits, even extra ones! And I like my girly bits as-is."
"Oh I like you." Crowley laughs. "Smart… deal?"
"NO!" Dean yells.
"You know," Diana frowns at him. "I can speak. I make words and right now you're pissing me off so shut up, Dean. Jeez!"
"So, a trip then?" Crowley sidles up so he's standing right in front of Diana. He's kinda disappointed she gave in so quick. "Going once…"
"No deal." Diana breathes like she's all kinds of bored.
"No?" Crowley blinks, surprised. He was almost certain she would have taken him up on the offer-
"You heard her." Dean steps up close. "N-."
"Would you shut up already?" Diana glares at Dean, using her hand to shove him out of the conversation.
"Fine." Crowley steps back, eyes on Dean. "You'll be stuck with that."
"But," Diana points out. "I'll have my soul and that's plenty more important now than a demon ticket home."
Crowley smiles and blinks out leaving them alone.
Dean drags in a relieved breath-
"Do I look remotely stupid?" Diana demands staring at Dean with her hands on her hips.
"Uh…" Dean hesitates to answer because that just leads to all sorts of girl-angry he has no clue how to navigate with his girly-half.
"I'm not you." Diana retorts and stomps past him to the driver side of her pretty black Defender.
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Aziraphale is pouting when Crowley shows up for their appointed tea. He strides through the shelves patiently waiting for the angel to say something but by the second turn through the dust encrusted shelves he's had enough.
"Will you stop pouting, Zira." Crowley huffs. He sits across from the angel in the comfortable leather chair.
"You should be pleased." Aziraphale glowers. "I've left the book for them to find."
"Well, it's about time." Crowley sits back and snuggles in comfortably. "We can't have them scattered. That's not how the ineffable plan plays out, old friend. You know," he perks up and looks at Aziraphale. "That girl version… she's smarter than her boy version."
"Smarter?" the angel perks up.
"Wouldn't deal." He sighs, eyes turned up to the ceiling and smiling like he's just found an interesting puzzle piece.
"What are you planning, Crowley?" Aziraphale frowns. "We've done enough meddling with the plan as it is."
"We," Crowley states. "Did not switch the chess pieces on the board."
So its not their fault if by putting 'things' back in their place, other things don't line up exactly as they were meant to.
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Samuel has them all in line, even Sam though he's chaffing under the restrictions his 'grandfather' insists on. He can see that Mark and Gwen also feel it but they don't protest or voice any displeasure. Samantha just follows close on his heels.
They find the shack where Samantha and Diana found their witchling. Sam remembers walking out of there but like before he doesn't remember walking in. It's nothing like the moss covered cabin in the woods he and Dean had been sneaking into.
Mark and Gwen go around the back, Sam is ordered to stick close to Samantha and Samuel but behind and that puts him in more of a sour mood than he already was in. the fact is, they're all treating him like a newbie-Hunter when Sam knows he can hold his own with them.
Samuel carefully steps next to the door and nods his head for Samantha to walk up. Sam is left gaping at them.
'Damn it.' He scowls wondering why the hell they can't give him a chance.
Samuel shoves the door open with his foot, allowing Samantha a clear view inside the dark musty shack.
"Empty." She says standing just inside the doorway. Samuel walks in behind her, shining the light from his cell phone. On the floor is an old cracked leather bound book.
"NO." Samuel grabs Samantha's shoulder and stops her from picking it up. "You and books seem to be having a bad reaction."
"Oh, funny." Samantha sighs, obediently stepping away from the book on the ground.
Samuel chuckles. He grabs the book carefully, eyes on his surroundings but nothing jumps out at him… Still, he's wary.
"Must be an interesting read." He says to Samantha. The book goes into the large pocket inside his coat. "Let's take another look around. Make sure we haven't missed anything."
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