I had to think back to that night, which I had basically forgotten all about. "I'm pretty sure I was mumbling something along the lines of 'You know I just wish you could see this from my point of view there Sammy.'" I had no idea where he was going with this, but I hoped it wasn't going to be sappy.

"Huh, well what if… that was what switched us?"

Definitely not sappy, just confusing. "I don't get it, you lost me dude."

"Last Friday night, we when we were fighting, and right after we started driving remember how there was that huge bolt of lightning? And yet we didn't hear any thunder and there was no rain?"

I failed to see how the weather had anything to do with this. I mean, if we were hunting demons then electrical storms were a giveaway, but this was different. "Yeah, what about it?"

"Well it's just a hunch, but what if we've been looking at this all wrong? What if one of us really did wish this on us, just by accident?"

Sam was off his rocker. We hunt things people consider to be completely made up, but everyone knows wishes don't just randomly come true. You have to have an ancient coin or a witch involved: we had neither. "Well that would make sense, but wishes don't just come true Sammy, that's a myth. Like shooting stars and birthday candles, none of that works."

Sam still looked convinced he was onto something. "Well I think it might have, what if it wasn't lightning, what if it was a star and when you were yelling at me that you wished I could see things from your point of view, it just so happened to be a wish on a star?"

I highly doubted it, but I knew there was no talking him out of digging into it. "Yeah, sure, well we can do some research but I really don't think that's what this is."

When we got back to the room Sam darted to his laptop and started looking at reports from Friday night to see if any random meteor showers were occurring. I kicked back on the sofa and started trying to figure out of the motel had pay-per-view so I could watch a movie. I thumbed through the channels and couldn't find anything with movies so I settled for some X-Files reruns. I was two minutes into the one where they find a genie when Sam piped up.

"So get this, I was right," he looked at me with that proud smug grin on his face and turned the computer so I could see. I got up and shuffled over to check it out, scanning over the pages he opened. "Well would you look at that, son of a b…"

Sam grinned even wider, "And guess what, all we have to do to undo it is make another wish unwishing it. According to what I've read the easiest ones to use are wishing well wishes. You just have to make sure to use a quarter and use an actual wishing well. Oh, and the same person that made the first wish must unwish the wish or it won't work."

I couldn't believe that I had caused all this. How could I have been so stupid and not seen what was right in front of us? If I hadn't been arguing with him none of this would have happened... "Man, I can't believe this is all my fault."

"It's not that big of a deal Dean, you didn't know." He sounded sympathetic, which was nice I guess.

"Yeah but I shouldn't have been giving you a hard time anyhow, if I had just let it go we wouldn't be in this position."

Sammy shrugged, "We'll just have to go find ourselves a well in the morning, there's a list of ones that are official. It's really okay, you had no idea."

I flopped back down on the sofa and put my feet up, ""Well, good job cracking the case Sherlock. I never would have figured this one out."

"Not a problem Watson, it was really sort of fun if you think about it. What are the odds of this even happening?"

"Chances are pretty slim," I agreed, "but that's basically the same for any event that's happened to us."

Sam laughed "Way too true, wayyy too true…"

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I hadn't gotten up before Sam in a really long time, but today was one of those days. I slogged over to the table and pulled the up page he'd bookmarked with all the working wishing wells in the area. Surprisingly enough there was one in this very town, in the park with the carousel the barista had mentioned. I wondered if she knew it was a working wishing well, then decided probably not.

It was still dark when I climbed into the car. The drive to the park was quiet, with only the low tune of 'D'yer Mak'er' playing on the stereo. The park was no more than a postage stamp of grass with the big wooden carousel smack dab in the center. About five feet from the carousel was a series of rose bushes and one of those round stone wells with the wooden roof and bucket. I fished in my pocket for a quarter and got out. The morning air was chilly, but it didn't bother me. I reminded myself this was hopefully one of the last times I would be stuck in Sam's overheated meat-suit.

Within a few moments I heard the satisfying splash of the quarter hitting water below as I quietly reiterated my wish to the open air. I didn't know how you were supposed to end a wish so I stupidly muttered 'amen' and was sincerely thankful no one was around to hear it.

I drove back to the motel and sat down on the couch, knowing I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. Everything felt more at ease with the knowledge that I had set things right, even if it would take another day for the wish to work.

Once Sam got up I took him to the coffee shop for breakfast and we sat at one of the tiny booths by the window. The humble barista brought us coffee and pancakes with bacon.

Sam mentioned it was nice to have time off, that finally being done with the case but still having to lie low was a blessing in disguise almost. I had to laugh, he was right, and that's why when I'd undone my first wish, I'd also wished for one other thing: a week off.

It was the least I could do considering the mess I'd made just by giving Sam undue grief. Plus, this whole thing had made me realize we needed to regroup before we did anymore actual work.

So in the end, I was actually grateful that we'd been swapped.

The Next Day...

It was way too early but Sam was awake anyway, per the usual. I heard him go into the bathroom, and silently thanked whoever was listening that he didn't shriek in terror. Which, I hoped meant the wish had finally been undone.

I was back to being me, the hunter who drank too much and freaked out his kid brother. Which wasn't much of anything, but it was still a relief to be back.

And Sam was back as my gigantor-pain-in-the-ass-nerd of a kid brother.

I sighed and rolled over so I could catch a few more z's, not having a clue what the day was going to bring.

But even if we didn't get our day off, things were finally almost back to normal. And that was all I could ask for.

Author's Note: I'm sorry the ending of this isn't really that wonderful, but I hope it's okay! If you liked this and you haven't already checked out the "sister story" to it (from Sam's perspective), please go read my story "Friday". Anyway, thank you for all the reviews! I hope you enjoyed!