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A.N: Here is chapter 14. Read and Review.
A blond woman is sitting at the bar having a drink when Sam walks up beside her and sits down. "Evening, barkeep," he says loudly. "I would like to purchase some alcohol please?"
"Uh huh, what can I get you?" the bartender asks.
"Well, I'm 26," Sam says, holding up his ID. "As you can see. From my license."
"Congratulations, what can I get you?" the bartender asks in a bored voice.
"A banana daiquiri, my good man," Sam replies. He smiles and straightens his jacket.
"I'm Crystal," the blond woman says. "What's your name?"
"Hi Crystal, I'm Gary," Sam says, shaking her hand.
"Gary, I don't want to embarrass you, but you – you are just a stunning looking man," she says, smiling.
"I know, right?" Sam says, fixing his hair. The bartender puts his drink in front of him.
"Oooh, thanks," Sam says, picking it up.
"So Gary, you having a good time tonight?" Crystal asks.
"Thank you for asking, Crystal. This is like, the best night ever," Sam says.
She smiles. "Do you think we could make it any better?"
Sam takes a long drink. "Probably! I dunno."
Crystal's smile falls a little. "I mean – do you wanna get out of here?"
"Well... I kinda like this bar," Sam says. "And I just ordered this daiquiri." He goes back to drinking. Crystal swirls her straw around.
"I mean... do you wanna get out of here with me?" Sam puts down his drink and looks around.
"Are we talking about sex?" he whispers. She laughs.
"Well, I uh... yeah. I suppose we are."
Sam grins excitedly. "Crystal, I would love to have the sex with you."
She smiles back. "Great. Then let's go." As they start to leave, Sam's reflection in the mirror is not of him, it's of a dark-haired teenage boy.
"Love that jacket on you by the way," Crystal says.
"Thanks. Actually, the whole outfit is new," the boy in Sam's place says.
Thirty-Six hours earlier
The Impala pulls up in front of a nice white house. "Are you going to be alright Kayla?"Dean asks, turning around. Kayla is lying on the backseat, holding her stomach. She groans and shakes her head. "I'll leave the doors unlocked," Dean says, getting out of the impala.
"I hate wraiths!" the boys hear Kayla groan.
"I guess the wraith poison doesn't agree with fallen archangel's," Sam says, wincing at the sound of Kayla retching.
"Dean and Sammy Winchester." A blond woman is sitting on her couch, and beside her is her teenage daughter. Dean and Sam sit across from them. "So how long has it been?" the woman asks.
"Summer before sixth grade," Sam replies.
"Mmm. I remember. You assigned yourself your own reading list," the woman says.
"That's right, I forgot about that," Dean chuckles.
"Your mom happens to be the best babysitter we ever had," Sam says to her daughter.
"When I was a maid, at the Mayflower, out on the interstate?" the woman explains to her daughter, "Long before you were even an idea – their daddy used to pass through town, and leave the boys with me while he went off to... work. One time he was gone for two weeks."
"Two weeks?" the girl repeats.
"Mmmhmm. Oh, he always came limping back," her mom says. "He loved you boys."
"Do you know what he did all that time?" the girl asks.
"Little Sammy kept trying to tell me," her mom says, "Of course I didn't believe him. Not at first, anyway."
"Katie, our Dad happened to be an expert at getting rid of ghosts," Sam explains. "And now... so are we."
"That's why I called them, sweetie. They can help us," her mom says, patting Katie's arm. Her dad comes in behind the boys.
"Sounds like you guys got yourselves a poltergeist," Dean says.
"Started a month or two after we moved in," the dad says.
"Yeah – first it was just bumps and knocks and scratches on the walls," the mom adds, "and then it started breaking things."
"And then it attacked Katie?" Sam says.
"That was two nights ago," the dad says.
"Can you show them, honey?" her mom asks. Katie stands up and pulls up her shirt – the words "Murderd chylde" are cut into her stomach.
"Murdered child," Sam reads.
"Katie. Everything's going to be fine," Dean says, leaning forward. "I promise. Why don't you guys take yourselves a little vacation... and we'll take care of it."
"Thank you," the mom says.
Dean is at the counter, ordering, while Sam and Kayla are already sitting. A dark haired boy walks up with a tray. "Bacon Burger Turbo, large Chili Cheese Fries, and a Health Quick Salad Shake," he says, giving Dean a strange look.
"I know, I know. It's uh – it's not mine," Dean quickly explains, and takes the tray to their table.
"You sure you don't want anything Kayla?" Dean asks.
"I'm sure Dean," Kayla groans, looking at him. She looks extremely pale with a light sheen of sweat covering her face. Dark rings surround her eyes, as though she hasn't slept in days, which she hasn't.
"I'm fine Dean," she smiles weakly.
"You look it," Dean snorts and goes back to dishing up food. Sam flips open his laptop and takes the fork that Dean offers him. He pours salad dressing into the cup, and then begins to shake it. Dean and Kayla watch him, Kayla starting to turn slightly green, until Sam looks up. "Oh you shake it up, baby," Dean says. Sam doesn't bother to answer. Suddenly, Kayla jumps up and runs for the toilets.
"Poor kid," Dean mutters. "Hey, poltergeist aside, Donna looked pretty good, don't you think?" Dean says.
"Dude. Don't tell me you still got the hots for our babysitter," Sam replies.
"What? No," Dean says immediately. "That's weird. I'm just saying, she's doing good. With her husband, her kid... this whole Amityville thing being thrown at them and they're hanging tough."
Sam shrugs. "Yeah."
"You ever think that you'd want something like that?" Dean asks after a second. "Wife – rugrats – the whole nine?"
Sam shakes his head. "No. Not really my thing anymore."
Dean nods. "Yeah. What've you got?"
"Uh, well that house of theirs, it's old – really old – hundreds of years. I found a legend – it's unconfirmed – but still. Supposedly in the 1720s the house was owned by a guy named Isaiah Pickett." He turns the laptop so Dean can see. "Legend has it he hung a woman in his backyard for witchcraft. A woman named Maggie Briggs."
"Okay, so an angry ghost witch," Dean says.
"If it's true," Sam replies. The boy at the counter is watching them intently with a slight smile on his face. "It still doesn't explain what 'murderd chylde' means," Sam goes on.
"Yeah," Dean says. "What about where the bitch is buried?"
"That's a long way back, but I can see if I can find something in the town records," Sam replies.
"It's worth a shot," Dean says as Kayla stumbles back to the table. She sits down and lays her head on the table, quietly groaning. Sam nods as the boy continues to watch him.
Sam is walking down the sidewalk, on the phone with Dean. "Any luck?" Dean asks.
"Bobkiss," Sam says. "I can't even find proof a woman named Maggie Briggs existed, much less where she was planted."
"Alright. Well we got a minute to breathe here, so... let's pick it up first thing," Dean says.
"Yeah you bet. See you in a few," Sam says, and hangs up. He hears a twig snap close by and freezes, scanning the area. Suddenly, a dart flies out of the bushes and hits him in the neck. Everything goes blurry, and he passes out.
Later, Sam wakes up on the ground. He's wearing something weird – the uniform that the kid at the Patriot Burger was wearing. He feels his neck, then gets up.
He's walking down the road when a police car pulls up beside him, alarm going. "Mr. Frankel?" the cop says, lowering the window. "Mr. Gary Frankel?"
Sam looks at him. "Who?"
"Your family's worried sick about you, son," the cop says.
"M-my family?" Sam repeats. "My – brother – called you?"
"Come on, get in before you freeze solid," the cop says. Sam gets in, confused.
The police car pulls into the driveway of a house, and the cop gets out. Sam gets out too. "Thanks – but uh – where are we?"
"You're home, son," the cop says.
"No no, Officer, I'm not staying here," Sam begins.
"Gary! Oh my God," a woman cries, running out of the house. Her husband follows her closely. She hugs him. "Are you alright?"
"Hey, hey," Sam laughs awkwardly. "Okay, okay, okay. I'm sorry, I'm sorry – what's going on here?"
"What do you mean?" the woman asks.
"Lady, who are you?" Sam asks.
"Young man, are you drunk?" the husband asks.
"And who are you?" Sam says.
"Gary, are you drunk? Answer your father," the woman says firmly.
"My father?" Sam repeats, shocked. "Look..." He turns and suddenly catches sight of his reflection in the car window. It's not his own reflection – he's a teenage boy with dark hair. The kid from the burger joint.
"Who is that?" Sam yells, pointing. "Who the hell is that?"
"He's out of his gourd," the father says. "Young man, I'm very surprised at you."
"Yeah. Tell me about it," Sam gasps.
The kid from the burger joint is standing in front of the motel mirror, except in the mirror he looks like Sam. He flexes his arm muscles. "Oh yeah! Bring it! Holy crap." The door opens, and Dean walks in carrying a sleeping Kayla. "Sam! Where the hell have you been? I've been trying to call you for hours."
"I picked up some food," Gary says quickly, holding up the bag. "Bacon Burger Turbo? Large Chili Cheese Fry? Right?" Dean lays Kayla down on the bed and takes the bag, looking pacified.
"Sorry man. Really. I lost track of time," Gary says. "I didn't mean to freak you out."
Dean nods, looking surprised. "Thanks. I don't know why it took you two hours, but thanks." He starts to open the bag.
"Oh – you're gonna wanna eat that on the road," Gary says quickly.
"Why?" Dean asks.
"The maid came in, saw that, and now they're all kind of freaking out," Gary says, pointing at the guns laid out over the other bed. Dean gives him a look.
"Why'd you let the maid in?"
"It just happened," Gary says.
"Whatever. I gotta hit the head and then we'll take off," Dean replies after giving him a long look. "Don't worry about Kayla, I'll deal with her."
"Alright, I'll be outside," Gary says.
In the Impala, Gary takes out all the cellphones from the glovebox and throws them into the trashbin nearby. He waits in the car until Dean walks out of the motel room, supporting Kayla, who is now awake. He helps her into the backseat before getting in himself.
"Hey, you ready?" Dean asks.
"Absolutely," Gary says. "Hey, can I drive?" he asks suddenly. Dean looks surprised, but they switch places. Gary starts the car, revving the engine.
"Oh, this is so sweet!"
"You wanna get the lead out, Andretti? Come on," Dean says slightly irritably. Gary starts to move the car.
"Reverse," Dean says as the car starts to back up. "Reverse!" The Impala crashes into the garbage bin behind. Dean glares at Gary. "It's in reverse," he says, jaw clenched.
"I am really, really sorry," Gary says as he gets out of the car.
"Shut up," Dean snaps, heading for the driver's seat.
"Not helping guys," they hear Kayla moan as they get in. "Really not helping!"
They drive away.
Sam is in Gary's room, on the phone. "This is Dean's other other cell, so you must know what to do," Dean's voice says.
"Dean, I've called every phone we got," Sam says. "Where are you man? So... this is gonna sound crazy, really crazy, but I think I'm in the wrong body. I could use a little help here. And I think I got asthma. Call me back." He puts down the phone and glances at the kid in the mirror, wearing a Star Wars t-shirt. He dials another number.
"Lucky Star motel," a man's voice says.
"Hello, could you please connect me to Room 102?" Sam asks.
"102? Ah, nah man, those guys checked out. Middle of the night," the voice says.
"Wait – guys?" Sam says. "Plural?" "Yeah. One leather jacket, one sasquatch and one girl who looked really sick," the man says. "They left."
Sam hangs up, then looks at himself in the mirror. "Who are you?"
He checks out Gary's room, which is full of comics and binders. He looks at two binders – they're marked "Advanced Placement Chemisty" and "Advanced Placement Physics". "Smart kid," Sam mutters. He pulls out another Star Wars t-shirt from the closet. "Virgin." He pulls a box out from under the bed and opens it. There's a skin magazine on top of everything. "Frustrated virgin," he adds. He pulls out an empty planner book and a baseball, then finally finds a knife with a fancy sheath, and a cloth with a satanic symbol on it. "Witchcraft, huh Gary? You little satanic bastard," Sam says.
"Gary! Breakfast!" his mom calls.
"Leave me alone," Sam says quietly, continuing to go through the box.
"Gary!" she calls again.
Sam rolls his eyes. "Alright I'm coming!"
He walks into the kitchen, wearing a blue striped hoodie and cargo pants. His dad and sister are already there, and his mom joins them a second later. "So Gary, I'd like to know what happened last night," his dad says.
"So would I – believe me," Sam says.
"I mean what happened with the plan, buddy," his dad says.
"The plan?" Sam repeats.
"SATs? MIT? The plan. You wanna be an engineer, you need a full ride. So tell me, how does getting drunk fit with the plan?" his dad asks.
"Right, well yeah. Listen, buddy," Sam says. "No offense, but at the moment I could give a rat's ass about your plan."
"Excuse me?" the dad says, gaping at him.
"Uh... huh. Listen, have I seemed...moody, lately? Withdrawn?" Sam asks.
"Wow," the sister says.
"Any occult fixations?" Sam goes on.
"What?" the mom asks.
"Let me guess – I'm amazing at Latin," Sam says.
"You have an ear for languages," his mother nods, smiling.
"Uh, any of the neighbourhood pets go missing recently?" Sam asks.
"Are you smoking drugs?" his dad interrupts.
"Leonard! He is not smoking drugs," the mom says firmly.
"Have any of you seen me with a book?" Sam asks, ignoring them. "It'd be big and old, leather bound? Maybe some strange writing on it? Or... frankly, I'm probably hiding it." He takes some toast off the mom's plate and eats it.
"Gary, no!" his mom says.
"What?" Sam asks.
"You're allergic to wheat gluten," she says.
Sam comes out of the bathroom a while later, holding his stomach. His sister is standing nearby. "Gluten," Sam says.
"You've seriously sprung a leak," she says.
"What?" Sam says.
"If Mom and Dad ever found that creepy old book of yours? You'd be grounded for a decade. And you're bringing it up at breakfast?" she goes on.
"So there is a book!" Sam says. "Sydney? Where do I keep it?"
"So uh, where are we going anyway?" Gary asks Dean as they walk. Kayla following at a distance.
"To work? The case?" Dean says.
"Oh right, the case. Of course," Gary says quickly. "Where do you wanna start?"
"Well, since you couldn't find where Maggie Briggs was buried, now we have to do an all day tombstone roll to see if we can dig her up," Dean replies grumpily.
"Wait – Maggie Briggs? You mean like the witch Maggie Briggs?" Gary asks as they approach the Impala.
"Yeah, Sherlock," Dean replies.
"She's in the basement," Gary says.
"Come again?" Dean says. "What basement?"
"Isaiah Pickett's house. Okay – there's this legend that he hung her, but he didn't. The real truth is, is that she was carrying his illegitimate child, and he killed her and then buried her in the basement," Gary explains.
Dean stares at him. "The murdered child. That would explain the scratches. How do you know all this?"
"Oh I've done all kinds of research on it," Gary says enthusiastically. "I mean – you know, last night."
Dean nods. "Oh. Yeah. Nice work. I guess." They get in the car. As Dean turns it on, Gary hears the song on the radio.
"Ah man, turn it up!" he says.
Dean stares. "Seriously?"
"Hell yeah!" Gary says. Dean turns it up, looking surprised. He winces when Kayla runs out of the car.
"Dean! Someone has stolen my body. The guy right next to you is not me! Check your frigging voicemail. Dammit!" Sam hangs up his cellphone. He's walking down the stairs at school.
"Gary!" a voice says. He looks up to see a girl and boy watching him.
"Are you okay?" the girl asks.
"Yeah I'm Gary," Sam says. "Uh – Gary is okay."
"So... we're referring to ourselves in the third person now," the boy says.
"We heard about last night," the girl says. "What happened?"
"Got drunk," Sam says. "No big thing. Look, what's my locker number?" The girl laughs.
"What, are you still drunk?" the guy asks.
"Yeah. Yeah. I see like three of you right now," Sam says. "Uh, so what's my locker number?"
Sam heads over to Gary's locker and opens the lock by listening to it, then opens it. He pulls out various papers and assignments, then finally finds a black book near the back of the locker. "Oh no Gary. This is a very, very bad book," Sam mutters. He takes it with him.
Dean and Gary head down the stairs, both holding guns. Kayla once again following them at a distance."Booya! Master Chief is in the house, bizzatches," Gary says, aiming his shotgun.
Dean turns around. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah! I'm fine," Gary says. Dean continues through the basement. "Well I'll be damned," he says, finding a patch of moss-covered ground. "Willow moss."
"Yeah, right, it's supposed to grow over witches' graves, right?" Gary says.
Dean looks at him. "Yeah."
Dean pulls out his shovel and starts digging as Gary watches. Gary lifts the shotgun and aims it at him, putting his finger on the trigger. "Hey man, I'm really sorry about this."
"Sorry about what?" Dean asks, not looking as he continues to uncover the skeleton. Kayla doesn't notice either as she is staring at the skeleton. Suddenly, Gary is thrown backwards. "Sam!" Dean yells, running for him.
He helps him up. "You okay?"
"Let's get the hell out of here!" Gary says.
"Whoa wait, we've still gotta burn the body, you idiot," Dean reminds him. "Come on!" Dean is suddenly thrown backward, Kayla following him, hitting her stomach. The witch's ghost appears. She heads right for Dean, but bursts into flames right as she reaches him. Dean stares, surprised. Gary is standing by the grave, smiling. The skeleton is on fire. "Dude. That was sweet," Gary says, grinning. Dean smiles weakly.
"I'm gonna be sick again," Kayla gasps, holding her stomach.
Sam is leaving the school, carrying the book under his arm. The boy and girl from earlier are following him. "Hey Gary, wait up!" calls the boy.
"Where are you going?" the girl asks.
"I got something to do," Sam calls without looking back.
"You're skipping class – you," the boy says.
"I'm just not feeling like myself, okay?" Sam says.
"Well whatever it is, we can talk it out, bro," the boy says. "Come with us."
"I don't have time," Sam says immediately. "I gotta go. I'm sorry."
"Hey!" the boy says, and Sam turns back. The boy shoots Sam in the neck with a dart.
"Trevor!" the girl screams.
"Well what else was I supposed to do?" Trevor asks as Sam collapses on the ground.
Gary, Dean and Kayla are sitting at a table, waiting. A waitress comes up and gives them their drinks. "Here you go, guys."
"You know what sweetheart, would you do me a favour and bring me a cheeseburger with extra bacon? Fry an egg on top of it, would you?" Dean says.
"Absolutely," she says.
"Alright – that sounds good. Ditto," Gary says.
"Nothing for me," Kayla says, smiling weakly.
"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Sam?" Dean asks.
"What do you mean?" Gary asks.
"Bacon cheeseburgers now?" Dean says.
"I dunno, I eat 'em, don't I?" Gary says. "Anyways, we are celebrating." He raises his shot glass. Dean looks confused, but he raises his too.
"Another one bites the dust. Nice work tonight."
"You too!" Gary says. "I had a really awesome day man. Seriously." He drinks. Dean stares for a moment, then drinks too.
"Really awesome day?" he repeats after.
"Yeah, why not?" Gary says.
"It was a random, D-list ghost hunt. That's awesome to you?" Dean asks.
Gary shrugs. "I can't be in a good mood?"
"Yeah, I guess," Dean says. Kayla looks at him surprised. Dean then says, "No, actually. That's not really your style, Sam."
"Well then, it's a new me," Gary says. "Why shouldn't I be happy? I got a gun – I'm getting drunk – and, I look like this." He points a finger at himself. Dean stares at him silently. "Ah, I dunno," Gary goes on. "You ever feel like your whole future is being decided for you?"
Dean blinks. "Uh, yeah Sam. I feel like that a lot."
"No matter how much you fight it, you can't stop the plan," Gary goes on. "The stupid, stupid plan. So I dunno. I guess it's nice to just do a little ass-kickin' for a change. That's all." He notices that Dean is still staring at him. "Uh, you know what? I'm drunk. Sorry, sorry. Just forget it."
"No, no," Dean says. "That's alright. It's uh... I'll drink to that." They drink. "Is it just me, or are we actually drinking together?" Dean comments.
"We don't do it that often huh?" Gary says. Dean laughs. "You could say that."
"Well we should. You're a good guy, Dean," Gary says.
"You are drunk," Dean says, taking a drink of his beer. The waitress comes back with their cheeseburgers.
"No, but I mean it," Gary says. "You really are a good guy." Dean watches him, not saying anything. Gary takes a bite of his burger. "Mmm! The bread alone! Mmm!" Kayla stares at him.
Later, Dean is sitting by himself. He looks around for Sam, and sees him sitting at the bar next to a blond woman. "Love that jacket on you by the way," she says to him.
"Thanks," Gary says. "Actually, the whole outfit is new." Dean watches in confusion as Gary leaves the bar with Crystal.
"We're gonna do it!" he says quietly. Dean blinks and looks suspicious.
"Something's wrong with Sam," Kayla tells him.
Sam wakes up tied to a chair. Trevor walks by him, putting a cellphone to his ear. The girl is standing nearby. "Hey!" Sam yells. "What the hell is going on?"
"Yell all you want, nobody can hear you my parents are out of town!" Trevor says loudly.
"Gary?" he says into the phone.
"T, what up?" Gary says. He's laying in a bed with animal-printed blankets, shirtless.
"Where are you?" Trevor asks.
"Uh, I can't really tell you right now? But man, you wouldn't believe it," Gary says.
"Well – where's Dean and Kayla?" Trevor asks.
"Uh, the Cloverleaf on Route 6," Gary says. "Why?"
"You mean you haven't killed Dean yet?" Trevor says.
"Whoa whoa – what? Kill Dean?" Sam says from behind him.
"Building up to it," Gary says.
"Gary, we've got problems here! For one, I'm looking at your body, right now. With this other dude in it!"
"What?" Gary says, shocked.
"Yeah! He's been in your house, he's hanging out with your parents!" Trevor says.
"Okay, just... calm down," Gary says. "Whatever he says, no one's gonna believe him, right? I mean, we're still good."
"Just hurry up and kill the son of a bitch and grab the fallen angel already, would you?" Trevor says.
"Don't rush me, I'll do it," Gary snaps.
"Yeah you better," Trevor says. The door opens in front of Gary, and he hangs up. Crystal walks in, wearing a dominatrix costume. She slaps a whip on her hand.
"Man, I am in way over my head," Gary mutters.
Sam struggles with the ropes, but he can't break them. "I don't think he's gonna do it," Trevor says to the girl.
"Just relax, this is Gary we're talking about," she says.
"What the hell is going on here?" Sam interrupts. "How do you know who Dean and Kayla are?"
"Everybody knows Dean and Kayla," Trevor says. "He's Hell's most wanted and she's the King of Hell's baby sister."
"Oh no," Sam says. "Have you idiots been talking to demons?"
"Oh right, we're the idiots," Trevor says defensively.
"You're just kids," Sam says. "You have no idea what you're messing with!"
"Well we know that there's a price on Dean's head, and we're the ones that are gonna collect," Trevor says.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asks.
"About a month ago, we were down here..." the girl begins.
"Norah?" Trevor says.
"What? We're not allowed to talk about him?" she says. "We were down here goofing around with that book."
"Um, yeah I wouldn't exactly call praying to our dark overlord goofing around," Trevor says warningly.
"Don't be a loser, Trev," Norah says.
"Yeah, Trev," Sam says.
"Okay – all of a sudden, the lights flickered, and Gary went into this weird trance. He closed his eyes, picked up a pencil, and drew this." She holds out a piece of paper to Sam with a drawing of Dean on it. "And you know what's really weird?" Trevor adds. "Gary can't draw." "He said he heard a voice in his head," Norah goes on. "The demons were putting out a bounty on this guy."
"A bounty?" Sam repeats.
"Yeah. Like every witch or satanist across the whole country – like Gary. Gary's the one who spotted you," she says, smiling.
"And the freaky Friday crap?" Sam asks.
"Another spell from the book," Norah says. "Gary's idea. Go in Trojan Horse style. He's really smart."
"That is if he has the beanbags to go through with it," Trevor adds.
"You guys listen to me," Sam says firmly. "You are making a terrible mistake. We're talking about a demon deal. Killing somebody! This isn't a game! You're crossing a line you won't come back from. Believe me."
Norah is looking more and more scared. She turns to look at Trevor. "What?" Trevor says.
"Nothing. I..." she scratches her head nervously.
"Norah, don't tell me you're actually listening to this jerk," Trevor says.
"I don't know!" she says. "Maybe! I mean what if he has a point?"
"I can't believe this! First Gary, then you?" Trevor says. "I can't..." he stops. "You know what? Fine. You want something done right?" He walks over to the book.
"What, you're gonna go kill Dean yourself tough guy?" she says. He holds up the book, which is open to a picture of a skull with ram horns – above it it says 'demon summoning'.
"Don't have to. I can do this."
"Oh no, you can't be serious," she says.
"I'm calling up one of these bad boys, turning these punks over, and getting paid dollar dollar bills y'all!" Trevor says loudly.
"I really don't think that that's a good idea," Norah says.
"It's not. It's a very very bad idea," Sam says.
"No one asked you," Trevor snaps. He turns back to the altar behind him.
Gary walks into the motel room, sees Dean's shape in one of the beds with Kayla in the other. He picks up a gun off the chair and cocks it, aiming it at the shape in the bed. Suddenly, he senses something next to him. He turns, but it's too late. Dean grabs him and punches him in the face. "You're not Sam," he says dangerously. "Who the hell are you?"
"Ow," Gary says.
"Don't do this," Sam says as Trevor leans over the altar. "I'm begging you."
"Trevor, I think he's right," Norah says.
"Hey, you wanna get into Vassar, don't you?" Trevor says over his shoulder.
"Please, stop!" Sam says desperately. "You're gonna get us all killed!" Trevor begins speaking in Latin, sprinkling stuff on the altar. He finishes the summoning, and looks around. Nothing happens.
"Maybe I said it wrong," he muses. He looks back at Norah, but she's slumped on the ground.
"Norah?" he reaches for her.
"No no! Don't touch her!" Sam says.
"Norah, you okay?" Trevor says.
Her head whips around, her eyes are black. "Oh yeah... I'm peachy."
She stands up. "So whatcha call me here for, Skippy? Unless... it's dinner time?"
"What? Uh, no. It's... we have Dean Winchester and Kayla West," Trevor says quickly, backing away.
"You do?" she says, looking excited. "Where?"
"Trevor, keep your mouth shut," Sam warns.
"The Cloverleaf Motel over on Route 6," Trevor replies. Norah looks at Sam.
"Sam? Is that you in there?" She walks over, laughing. "Well aren't you just 98 pounds or nothing." She slaps the side of his face.
"The kid is a moron," Sam says. "He doesn't have any idea where Dean is."
She laughs. "So... if Sam's in this body... who's in Sam's?"
"A dangerous warlock," Trevor says. "Named Gary."
"You mean to tell me you've got Dean Winchester, a fallen angel and Sam Winchester's meat suit? An empty vessel just waiting to be filled." She smiles at Sam. "And you're handing them both over to me?"
"Uh, yeah I guess," Trevor says.
"Well," she says, walking over to Trevor. "I gotta hand it to you. I'm impressed."
"Thanks," Trevor says, somewhat nervously. "So if you don't mind my asking? There's a reward?"
"Sure," she says. "My undying gratitude." Trevor laughs, then stops.
"What, are you serious?"
"Be quiet, you idiot!" Sam says.
"Consider yourself lucky, kid," Norah says, turning away.
"Um, wait a minute!" Trevor says, and Norah stops. "We worked our asses off here, and I want my reward." She turns around.
"Please?" he says.
"Okay," she says, walking over. "I'm sorry. You're right. What can I get you?"
"Well, how about a million bucks?" he says.
"Trevor, just shut up and run!" Sam says.
"A million doesn't buy you much these days – why not make it ten?" she replies.
"Okay, ten million," Trevor laughs excitedly. "And I want... I want Mindy Schwartz to fall in love with me."
"Love, money... sticking to the basics. I can respect that," Norah says. "But here's my counter." She sticks her hand into his chest until blood runs out of his mouth and he falls down dead. She licks the blood from her hand. "Yum. Tastes like moron."
Dean is listening to his messages. "You have 38 new messages," the voice says. He hears Sam saying he's in the wrong body, and that Gary is not him. Dean looks at Gary. "Alright pal, either you start talking or I start waterboarding," he says. Kayla's standing next to him.
"Oh my God, please don't hurt me," Gary says. "Please I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!"
"Okay, pull it together champ," Dean says, patting him on the shoulder.
"I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die!" Gary says.
"Where's Sam?" Dean asks.
"In my friend's basement, his parents are out of town," Gary explains.
"Parents. How old are you?" Kayla asks.
"Seventeen," Gary says.
"Seventeen," Dean repeats. Suddenly, he and Kayla are thrown backwards and hit their heads on the window. They pass out.
Gary turns to see Norah. "Norah?" he says.
She leans close, her eyes turning black. "Not at the moment."
Sam struggles, trying desperately to break the ropes. But in Gary's weaker body, he can't. "Dammit!"
Norah unties Gary. "Tell me – what is it you want? Anything."
"Anything?" he says.
"Lay it on me," she says.
"I wanna be a witch. For real. And really powerful," Gary says.
"Hmmm. Good choice," she smiles. "I get it. No Daddy, no MIT, no plan, you get to be big and strong and no one can tell you what to do anymore. There's just one small formality first. You gotta meet the boss."
"The boss?" Gary repeats.
"You know, your satanic majesty, or whatever you kids are calling it these days?" she says.
"The Devil?" Gary guesses. She nods.
"Uh... no," Gary says. "It's okay. I don't really wanna bother him."
"Oh, but he's gonna wanna meet you," she says. "Relax! It'll be easy. He's just gonna ask you one little question and all you gotta do is say yes. And then you get your reward." She suddenly turns around and grabs Dean, just as he's about to stab her. She throws him to the floor and starts kicking him. She then throws Kayla against th wall as she runs to help Dean. Dean manages to meet Gary's eyes as the demon attacks him, and Gary suddenly begins to say an exorcism. Norah whirls around.
"What was that?"
"Uh, nothing," Gary says.
"You're trying to exorcise me!" she comes at him, kicking a chair aside. "You little piece of crap!" She grabs him by the neck and lifts him, but then Dean begins the exorcism. She starts for him, but Gary picks up where Dean left off, and together they finish the exorcism. "Adios, bitch," Dean says.
"Actually, it's Adinos," Gary says. The demon leaves Norah's body, and she collapses.
"She better hope that my brother doesn't find out that she hurt me or she's in a whole world of pain," Kayla remarks laying on the floor.
Norah is sitting on one of the motel beds, while Gary says the ritual to return him and Sam to their rightful bodies. Sam looks at his hands, then goes to the mirror.
"So we good?" Dean asks.
"Yeah, we're good," Sam says. "Oh man, it's nice to be back."
"Yeah, awesome," Gary says sarcastically, standing up.
"So, Gary," Dean begins.
"Yeah I know," Gary says. "My bad."
"My bad?" Dean repeats. "Kid, 'my bad' ain't gonna cut it. See, if you were of voting age? You'd be dead. Because we would kill you." Sam nods. "So either you straighten up and fly right, or we will kill you," Dean goes on. "Are we clear?"
Gary nods. "Crystal."
"Good," Dean says.
They drive Norah and Gary back to Gary's house. Outside, they all get out of the car.
"Ah crap," Gary says.
"Gary, take it from someone who knows," Sam says. "Shut up, man. Your life ain't that bad."
"Uh, you met my parents?" Gary asks.
"Yeah, so what? It's your life. You don't like their plan for you? Tell 'em to cram it. Rebel a little bit. In a healthy, non-satanic way."
"Of course," Gary says. He looks at Norah, who waves.
"By the way, you know why Norah's into witchcraft?" Sam says.
"What do you mean?" Gary asks.
"She doesn't like Satan, you moron. She likes you," Sam says.
"Really?" Gary says, looking surprised. "You think?"
"Yeah," Sam says, nodding. "I know. I'm telling you kid, I wish I had your life."
"You do?" Gary says. Sam nods.
"Thanks," Gary says.
"Get on out of here," Sam says, and the two of them go in the house.
"That was a nice thing to say," Dean says.
Sam nods. "Totally lied. Kid's life sucked ass." Kayla laughs.
They get in the Impala. "All that apple pie family crap? It's stressful," Sam comments. "Trust me. We didn't miss a damn thing."
"Or we don't know what we're missing," Dean says. He turns on the radio.
"Aw come on man, turn it down," Sam says. Dean glances at him.
"Welcome back, Cotter." Kayla laughs again.
"You feeling better?" Dean asks, looking at her in the wingmirror.
"Yep," she grins, popping the 'p'. "Guess that wraith venom finally worked its way out of my body." The boys laugh at her happy expression and drive away.
A/N: Hey guys, sorry if you don't think that there us much Kayla in this chapter. Let me know if there are any characters that you want to see more of. Thank you everyone who has reviewed! Jenni.