A/N—When Sam is written "Sam" it is really Dean's soul in Sam's body and when it says "Dean" it is really Sam's soul in Dean's body.
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Determination for a Winchester was obsession for anyone else in the world. The boys, after their late night confessional, decided to forgo sleep, they had done that lots of times before, and begin the real training.
Bobby rose early, like every morning, and went down stairs to fix breakfast for the boys. Despite the nagging worry that ate at his insides, he enjoyed having the boys here. It made life a little less lonely. It made him feel like he was someone. He had felt that once with his wife, felt like anything was possible and that he was the person that could make those things possible, but after her death he lost that spark. The Winchester boys felt like his children. He had known them since they were just knee high to a grasshopper and ever since then he had felt like he could do anything. These boys made him feel alive again. And ever since Dean had told him that he had sold his soul for his brother's life fear and nervousness had burned in his stomach.
He made quick work of the skillet and had pancakes done quickly and managed to get the oatmeal done in the same amount of time. He called up the stairs for the boys and after receiving no response, he called up to the room again, still no response. Bobby, worried more than he already was, hurried up the stairs as fast as his old legs would allow, and pushed open the bedroom door. Neither boy was in their beds.
"Sam? Dean?" he called. No response came to him. He hurried over to the bathroom and the door was open and the room was dark. Worry was replaced with fear. Had the demon came while he had been sleeping across the hall and taken Dean and Sam? Surely the boys were cleaver enough not to allow that to happen. Bobby took off in a frantic search. The last place he landed was out in the yard. And there they were. They seemed to be engaged in a discussion and a demonstration of something.
For a moment, Bobby worried that the soul switching had been reversed, because both boys were dressed like they normally were. Sam's body wearing a button down shirt, with an interesting pattern, and a t-shirt underneath, pants clean and tidy, and hair brushed and slightly unkempt. Not to mention he was wearing another one of his short tan coats that looked like it had seen better days. Bobby had wondered from time to time where in the world Sam kept coming up with those tan coats because it seemed, to Bobby at least, that Sam inevitably bled all over those coats. Either there was a store that exclusively sold those coats or Sam took a lot of time and effort to get the blood out of them. But this was the first time since the switch that he had dressed like himself. Dean tended to dress his brother in darker colors and left the button down shirt open. Dean didn't wear the tan coat.
On the other side of the brother coin, Dean's body was wearing a red button down, open, and a black t-shirt underneath. His amulet swung in the middle of his chest, and he was wearing a pair of denims that had holes in the knees and thighs. Like Sam, Dean had whipped out another coat and was wearing it to guard against the early morning South Dakota chill. However, unlike the last couple of days, the collar was flipped up in the back, making him look very much like himself. Also, Bobby realized that this was the first day that he had seen the amulet swinging freely on Dean's chest. Sam had kept the amulet underneath the shirt, probably because Sam wasn't used to wearing it and it bothered him.
"Dean?" Bobby called tentatively. Sam's body turned and gave a gentle smile at the old man.
"Yeah Bobby." He called.
"What are you two doing?" he demanded.
"Training."
"Training for what?"
"To be each other." Sam supplied. Bobby's face must have expressed his confusion because Sam began to elaborate. "First lesson was dressing." Sam explained. "I wasn't dressing Dean's body like Dean does and he wasn't dressing my body the way I do. That was lesson number one. I think we did pretty well on that one don't you think?"
"Yeah." Bobby drug a hand through his beard trying to get his heart corralled back into his chest.
"Next lesson is walking." Dean supplied. "Sam told me I walk too heavy, and I told him He doesn't walk heavy enough. We're trying to correct the problem."
"I see." Bobby said a little uneasy. "Come on in and eat. Relearn how to walk later, you need food in your stomachs." Both boys nodded and followed the older man into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Bobby put the pancakes in front of Dean's body and the oatmeal in front of Sam's body.
"Okay, Sammy when you eat, you need to eat like someone is going to take your plate away from you before you finish." Sam nodded and put a little amount of syrup on his plate in order to dip his pancakes in it. "No, no, Sammy, you need to absolutely smother it in syrup and butter." Sam did as instructed and began shoving food into his mouth like he was a starving man that hadn't seen food in the last twenty years. Dean smiled.
It was like that the rest of the day. The boys were constantly educating the other one on how to walk, talk, act, eat—anything and everything they could think of that might give them away. They spent very little time in Bobby's company and very little time away from one another. The time in which the boys would go off into seclusion and be intimate with the other's thoughts and emotions was over. Now they were completely and utterly devoted to making sure every single nuance of their performances was perfect. It was with renewed vigor that the boys tackled this assignment.
Bobby watched the transformations with amazement. Day by day, meal by meal it became harder and harder to distinguish between the two brothers. Their faces were schooled into masks of normalcy. Dean's face, looked like Dean's face and not like Sam wearing a Dean mask. The eyes even took on the haunted, don't mess with me quality that Dean's usually had. He had wondered from time to time if the soul switching spell had worn off and they really and truly had returned to their original state. What really made Bobby uncomfortable was when he directed a question to the real Dean, who resided in Sam's body, Dean's body responded with an appropriate answer, usually followed with "Why are you looking at Sammy when you are talking to me?" It was almost like watching a person possessed. The boys had really gotten good at their little charade.
The only time during this week that they weren't "on" was when they were in the bedroom together getting ready for sleep. Dean, in Sam's body, still slept closest to the door, and the two of them spoke freely and discussed little changes that needed to be made in order for this to be more believable.
Bobby wasn't surprised to find "Sam" sitting in the kitchen the following morning researching. "Hey Bobby." He said with that hint of Texas drawl that Bobby assumed he had picked up in early childhood when they had lived there for a period of time.
"Whatcha doin' Sam?" he asked still uncomfortable calling Dean's soul by his brother's name.
"Looking for a hunt. Dean and I want to practice one more time before the final showdown."
"Sam wouldn't say showdown." Bobby said taking a sip of his coffee. "Sam" rolled hazel eyes in his direction and sighed.
"Anyway, I found some suspicious activity several hours away."
"What do you think it is?"
"Not sure, but I think it might be a nest of vampires."
"You boys ready for a nest of vampires?"
"We're always ready. Dad always made sure we were ready."
"Huh." Bobby said in thought. "Sam" was right. The Winchester brothers were always ready for a fight. "When might the two of you leave?" he asked a little uneasy about the boys going out.
"When Dean gets his shower and breakfast." "Sam" noted Bobby's look of concern and gave a slow easy, typically Sam, smile. "Well be back before time is up. Don't worry Bobby. We want to be here with you when it happens. Want you to make sure everything goes okay." Bobby wished he believed completely that this would end in their favor.