I thought while I was laid up in bed I would update this, now having a chance.

I appreciate everyone who has read and added this to their faves/alerts. I hope you guys continue to enjoy. Thanks to Shadow, who's annonymous review won't let me reply.

The names will indicate which universes I'm playin' with. There's the Female Dean/Our Sam world, the Female Sam/Our Dean (real) world, and don't forget about our Scared Dean/Ass Sam world. Confusing, I hope ya'll stick with me when I start combining them all...

--Dean--

"Crap this sucks. Why can't our lives ever just work in our favor for once?"

Man those eyes were dangerous. He thought the male version was bad…

"I don't know," Dean sighed, getting really tired of this game really quick. When he got his Sam back he was putting a freakin' leash on the kid. Or one of those chips that helped people recover their lost pets. Or maybe both.

"Well you said this has happened before, how did you get your brother back then?"

"It just sort of happened on its own."

"Great," Samantha said, pushing her too-long hair out of her eyes. "So this thing has an expiration date on it maybe?"

"We didn't consider that before, we were just working on a way to destroy the demon when it happened again."

"She's going to be so pissed. I hope your brother makes it out ok."

"What do you mean?" Dean said. What if that Dean was about as nice as the last Sam he had encountered? He rubbed his still-tender nose as he remembered the beating he had taken.

"The female version of you, my sister of course. She was in a pissy mood when we went to bed last night. I'm thinking that if I'm here, then that means your brother is there with her."

"Ok, Samantha? We need to finish this thing off, and fast. So you're going to tell me everything you guys found out about the Oden, and then we're going to find a way to destroy it."

Samantha dropped into one of the cheap pleather chairs, and began to recite all she knew.

.:.SN.:.

"I thought you were going to stay clean," Simon hissed, watching in disgust as Marcus downed another shot.

"Is time to shelebrate," he slurred, waving the bartender over for a refill. "And we need shomethin' to keep ourshelves busy while the boys stew." Marcus hiccupped, and then belched. " 'sides, I'm not that drunk."

"Damn you old fool, you're going to get us killed," Simon said, sending the bartender a heated glance. Shrinking slightly, the elderly man suddenly decided he had a different customer that needed a refill at the moment. Marcus' jaw fell open as he was denied, then he turned with a questioning look glazed into his bloodshot eyes.

"Come on," Marcus moaned, his face falling farther by the second. "Jush one morr?"

"No," Simon said, refusing to give in. He had let this go on far enough, and now it was time to finish things. With a plan being formulated, he turned and stalked from the bar. He was getting so tired of leaving the old man in his wake, of the old man chasing him, pleading with him to continue down the mad twisted road. It was then that the younger demon decided no more.

He was too young to die, and he was facing the very real possibility that he would be hunted for the rest of his life. It was not something he was looking forward to. If the Winchesters didn't find a way to destroy him, a few other demons would. When he had decided to go along with Marcus, he had left a few of his friends behind in the belief that he was on his way to glory. Few demons forgot the smell of a traitor.

He got as far as the alley before Marcus caught up. "I really think thiz time…"

Curious as to why his companion had suddenly fallen silent, Simon turned to find him sprawled out at his feet. The host's body shuddered, and began to hack and cough as vomit was expelled onto the damp asphalt.

Cursing under his breath in disgust, Simon left the drunken demon to his own defense and continued until he faded from sight.

.:.SN.:.

--Alternate Sam--

Dean Winchester

Sam watched as the LED screen on the outside of his cell phone flashed. It was the twentieth time he had called. He got that his brother was worried about him, but he had also warned him what would happen if he called. He just wanted to be rid of his burden; he wanted to be a free man. He was tired of fussing over and babysitting his older brother. It just wasn't right.

Sam walked down the deserted road, stumbling slightly as his liquor caught up to him. He'd just spent the last three hours in the smallest bar he'd ever been in, drinking and hustling some much needed cash from a few of the locals. He'd made a mad dash to the parking lot when tempers had flared, and had to escape on foot when he couldn't manage to find the keys to the Impala. Now he'd have to wait until time passed, then he could go back and break into his own car.

Fucking great.

Sam…

His name echoed around him, causing his sluggish reflexes to throw his gait off. "Who's there? What the hell do you want?"

"Now there's no need for bitterness," voiced the figure, barely discernable in the low light of the half moon.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I am the Oden."

"What happened to the old man? Have to get a new host?"

"That man was a fool. Its time to finish what he started," Simon said, watching as Sam's eyes seemed to clear. What was with the alcohol abuse lately? Simon feared at this point he would never get anyone to cooperate to save his ass. "I'm not sure about you Sam, but I'm sick of playing his games. Its time we both get what we wanted."

"What are you talking about?"

"He's been playing games with you. Trying to mess with your head, only to defeat you in the end. Only I can give you what you want Sam, only I can return you to your rightful home."

"With the other Dean?"

"Yes, if that's the Dean you want." He paced for a moment before turning back towards the hunter. "The only problem is he's brought yet another alternate world into the fray."

Sam turned and walked towards the Impala, throwing his hands toward the air as he walked.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm done!" Sam returned. He paused, clenching his hands at his sides, before turning to face the demon. "You demons think you can mess with whoever you want, when you want. You mess with them so badly that when you offer a deal, which is what you've been wanting all along, you think humans will just throw themselves at you to take it up. No, screw that, screw you, I'm done."

"Alright, Winchester, if that's how you feel. Return to your life, return to your brother. But the next time you're wiping the snot from his nose while he cries; just remember how you had it and just how easily you threw it all away." Cursing slightly, Simon began to fade. He had to start finding ways to hide. Those stupid hunters were going to kill him now, especially when they found out that's how everything could be reversed. He wasn't so much worried about this Sam; this one had nothing to gain by killing him. It was the other four currently switched that he'd have to hide from. He'd have to find a new host…

"Wait."

Pulling himself back towards Sam, Simon took on a look of impatience. "What?"

"What's the catch?"

"What makes you think there's a catch?" Simon asked, knowing with a small glint of victory the hook was baited and the fish was hungry now.

"There's always a catch. Now what is it?"

"Well, it would involve reversing all of the screw ups that my partner inflicted."

"How do we do that?"

Knowing he could correct it with a simple flick of his wrists, or his death, he couldn't help but take this opportunity to get the hunters off his back for good. He allowed his lips to curve into a slow smile, and answered: "You have to kill the other Sams."

.:.SN.:.

--Sam--

Sam watched in disgust as a large pancake was rolled into a ball, and shoved into Deanna's mouth. Syrup dribbled down her chin, and created a large sticky smear when she wiped at it half-heartedly with a napkin.

"Wha?" she asked with her mouth still full.

"You're so gross," Sam said, laughing at her expression. Dean, always the innocent, in every universe. "Are you even a girl?"

Deanna flipped up her middle finger while flinging a half-eaten orange slice at him. They finished the rest of their meals in silence, and were soon leaning back to ease the pressure from their full stomachs.

"So, Sammy, how are things with you?" his sister asked casually, grinning her thanks as the waitress refilled her cup.

"Um, they're fine. Decided to go on vacation, you know."

"Oh, how's that going for you?" Deanna asked, eyes peering from the top of her brown spotted ceramic coffee cup.

"Not bad. I've gotten to see a couple different universes now. They suck as tourist attractions, but what are you going to do when your travel agent is a demon."

Deanna studied him for a minute, then began to laugh. "I like you; you have a sense of humor. Not so different from my Sam."

"Thanks, I try."

"No, seriously Sammy, how are things? Are you doing ok? Dean treating you alright?"

For a moment he was taken aback by her question. Her sister was missing and here she was, worried about him. "Things are awesome. We've been close the past couple of years, ever since he came and got me in California."

"He did that there, too?"

Sam nodded. "How'd it happen with you?" he asked, almost eager. It was actually interesting for him to hear all of the different variations of how their lives had turned out in all of the different universes.

Deanna took another sip of her coffee, clearly as big a fan of this story as Dean was. "Dad called me, picked up some EVP on the message he left. I went to get Samantha because I hadn't seen her in four years. I missed her to tell you the truth. But don't you dare tell her I said that."

"Your secret is safe with me," Sam said, smiling slightly. "Did she have a boyfriend?"

Deanna laughed, her eyes focusing on a crumb that had fallen from her plate as she recalled the memory. "Yeah. When I brought her back, she had this flash of brilliance, and she decided she missed the hunting, missed me, and wasn't doing that well in school. She's actually a pretty smart girl, I guess she was just having a hard time fitting in and maintining any sort of relationship. But she still had a thing for Jesse. She told him about it, and he wasn't that thrilled. He called her crazy and threw her out of the house."

"So he didn't die?"

"Um...no? Is that what happened with you?" Deanna asked, her voice dropping in sympathy. She almost wished she could have killed Jesse after witnessing her sister's reaction to being thrown out.

"Yeah, I lost Jessica. Same thing that killed Mom."

A beat of silence passed once more before Deanna cleared her throat. "So what about you and Dean?"

"We've had our rough patches, especially after Dad died. But we're getting better."

"Wait, Dad's dead?"

Sam's eyes widened, and his gaze shifted around the restaurant. "Uh, yeah?"

"I'm sorry to hear that," Deanna offered, putting her hand on his arm and squeezing softly. Apparently having a bonding moment didn't bother this Dean, she was actually encouraging it.

"Wait, he's still here?"

It was Deanna's turn to widen her gaze. "I hope so at least. I know it's been a while since we've talked to him, but last I heard he was finishing up a hunt in Oklahoma."

"Can I see your phone?" Sam asked, suddenly anxious.

"What?"

"Your phone."

"Oh, sure," Deanna said, offering it up. She took another sip of her coffee, now worriedly studying her little brother. He was furiously pressing buttons. Taking a deep breath, he pushed one more, then held the phone to his ear.

Sam waited…two rings…three…he almost couldn't believe it when it didn't go to voicemail.

"Deanna? What is it? You alright?"

His voice cracked, "Dad?"

Thanks guys. I'll probably update again soon, gotta love the thought of spending all weekend in bed. -grin-

Kris