DeanSam's soul in Dean's body
SamDean's soul in Sam's body
Bobby greeted the boys as they walked in the house. Bobby fussed in his own gruff way over the two of them. He fed them and then sent them to bed, saying that they looked like they had been rode hard and put up wet. Dean had to admit that he liked being fussed over, it made him feel loved. It had been a long time since he had allowed him to feel love. He gave love easier than he gave death to supernatural creatures, but he had the hardest time accepting love from others. He had tucked his heart away because when it had been out and on display it had only gotten beat up and harmed worse than physical wound. Sam's leaving, Sam's death, their father leaving, their father's death, their mother's death, all of that had hurt him so badly that he had at one point contemplated suicide, and in a sense he supposed that he had actually done just that. He had made a deal that in essence would allow him to kill himself without ever raising a weapon to his own body. In a way, Dean knew it was the cowards way out, suicide, and he had managed to find the most yellow bellied coward's way out of his own misery. He could dress it up, disguise it, call it whatever he liked. He had, at one point, even convinced himself that he had done it for Sam. Truth of the matter was it was the only way he could get the peace that he had so desired after their father had died saving him.
The last week of his life was spent sitting on the porch with his brother and Bobby telling stories about the past. They dropped the charade of acting like one another and shared amusing tales of their childhood, mishaps on hunts that hadn't been funny at the time but now when the peril was removed were quite humorous to recount to Bobby. Sam told them about college and Jessica, because he could finally mention her without wanting to cry and it felt good to tell others about how wonderful she had been and how much he missed her. Dean, since he had been residing in his brother's mind for a couple of weeks now knew just how much his brother had loved the pretty blond and how much she had meant to him.
However, as the day of reckoning came to a close both brothers became quiet and locked into their respective borrowed minds. Each was trying to draw on the strengths of the other to get them through this disaster. Bobby watched each of them as they gave each other secret glances that he was fairly certain was their way of ascertaining if the other was doing all right.
The last night of Dean's life was upon them and it played out exactly how it would have if Dean had been residing in his own body. Dean got up and left a note for his brother and Bobby left his ring, amulet, watch, bracelet, and keys to the Impala on the nightstand. Sam pretended to sleep through this and watched as his brother left the room and headed towards the nearest crossroads.
When the sun rose over the horizon Dean and Bobby pretended to be panicked and took the Impala and drove around the country side pretending to look for Sam. As day gave way to night they finally drove in the direction of the cross roads. They found him standing there waiting for the final showdown between man and demon.
"Dean!" Sam shouted and slammed the car door shut. Dean turned to face his brother. "What the hell do you think you are doing? Leaving a note that says 'Love you. Be safe.' How dare you let me waste my last day…" he choked up. "My last day with my big brother."
"Sammy. Go back to Bobby's."
"No."
"Go. You don't need to see this."
"I may not want to see it but I have to." Dean hung his head in defeat.
He spread his arms wide and took a step closer to his little brother. "And why do you have to watch a demon come and rip my soul out of my body? Why do you need to do that?"
"Because if you could sell your soul for mine then I should be able to see the consequences."
"Sammy." Sam raised a hand and stopped his brother from talking.
"I don't' want to fight. That is how I spent my last moments with Dad and I don't want to do the same with you."
"I see at least one Winchester is learning from past mistakes." Came a woman's voice. All three men turned and saw the cross roads demon, wearing a brunette's face, smiling maliciously at them. "Couldn't get your brother out of the deal, huh Sammy?" she said using his nick name as a jibe.
"You bitch." Sam said with malice.
"Ohh….strong words for someone who is about to have his life ripped out from underneath him." She chuckled.
"Come on. Just get this over with." Dean said.
"Ohhhh…what no tearful goodbyes?" she asked. Dean looked directly into Sam's eyes and gave the barest hints of a nod.
"Just get it over with." Deansaid harshly. "Leave my brother alone." He said tiredly.
"Fine. If you want your miserable life over with so much…." She trailed off and just as she had sealed the deal she took his life. She put her mouth on his and to the outsider it looked like she was kissing him, but to Sam she was sucking his soul out of his mouth. She let him go and Dean's body fell lifeless onto the dirt. The demon smiled and wiped her mouth. Sam fell to the ground with his brother's lifeless body and he was so horrified that he wasn't able to form tears.
"That was definitely yummy. See ya around Winchester." She said and laughed as she disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.
