"Help them? You've got to be kidding. They switched our bodies! They tried to kill us! And they almost did kill me!"

Dean and the Doctor were in another room as Dakota and Griffon secured Allison. The Doctor was, with little luck, trying to convince Dean that he had to help these people, regardless of what they had done.

"Dean, I understand your frustration, I really do, but what other option do we have? We can't leave them here, or else they'll just continue to do what they've been doing, and hurt more people. And we certainly can't kill them, so don't even start." He hoped he could just reason with Dean, and convince him to go along with the plan, because he was helping the Kepler's with or without Dean's blessing.

Dean let out a harsh sigh. He couldn't help but think of his dad in this moment. His father never would have let these freaks go after what they did. He never would have offered to help them after what they had done to Dean. John would have expected Dean to do as he would've done.

But John wasn't here to preach revenge and payback. The Doctor was here. The Doctor, who saved Dean's life just a few moments ago. Who saved his life several times throughout the years. His one constant. He was here to preach forgiveness or some shit. And maybe, he thought, maybe he owed it to him to give it a shot.

To the Doctors surprise, Dean conceded. "Look, I get helping the other three. I guess they sort of... kept me from dying. And even though they're the ones who tried to kill me in the first place... I get it. But Allison? Allison is being tied up right now! Do you really think won't try this shit again?"

The Doctor frowned. "I know. I don't know what to do with Allison. She... She's tricky." Leaving her alone would just be plain stupid. Not to mention dangerous. But they couldn't watch her for the rest of her life.

Suddenly they were interrupted by Michael, opening the door. "I found them."

For a moment, all their concerns about Allison dissipated, and they ran off to find Sam and Donna.

They were locked into one of the many rooms, tied down to two beds. Michael had already managed to untie them, and they were both starting to wake up. "Ugh, I have just the worst headache... And my back!" Donna sat up, drowsily, unsure of exactly what had happened. "Doctor?"

The Doctor ran to her side, helping her stand. "Oi, that's right, I forgot you two got your bodies switched."

"Yeah, we're working on that." The Doctor smiled, glad to see them both okay.

"Sam," Dean ran to his brother, immediately grabbing onto him, as if to make sure it was really him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine, Dean..." He found it more than a little weird to look at the Doctor while he said that. "Are you okay? You looked pretty bad, last I remember."

"I'm fine. They fixed me all up. Can you stand?"

Sam tried not to feel annoyed as Dean helped him stand up. "I'm good, Dean, really."

"I just wanna make sure."

"So, Michael," The Doctor, satisfied their friends were safe, knew there was one more thing he needed from them. "I really hope you know how to put us back in our bodies."

Michael nodded. "Don't worry, we have an antidote. My only worry is that it turns out just as painful as the original." He looked over to Dean as he said the last sentence.

Dean shrugged. "You got another dose of that magic juice you poured down my throat? Just have one of those on standby, just in case."

"That's the thing, though..." Michael frowned. "We haven't ever actually tested the anecdotes. We don't even know if they work. All of our test subjects... Basically, they didn't make it to that stage."

Dean glanced over at the Doctor. "I guess we'll be the lucky first trial, then, huh?"

"Dean, I don't think this is a good idea," The Doctor warned as they all waited in one of the testing rooms for Dakota and Griffon to get back with the anecdote. "It's dangerous. It could be even worse than before, and we don't know whether or not Project Delta will help, here."

"What would suggest us do, then, Doc? Just wait around, in each others bodies, until some miracle comes along?"

"No, but-"

"Doc, how long can you even live in my body?" The Doctor went silent. "You're a Time Lord, man. You weren't meant to live in a normal human body. We are fundamentally different. I know you need this body, or who knows how long before you burn mine out."

"Doctor..." Donna gently held onto his arm.

"That's not fair, Dean. I can handle this better than you can. Why do you think you got so sick, while I was okay? If we switch back with this anecdote... It could be really bad. You could die."

"Doc, I'm a dead man walking." Dean shrugged, as if it was no big deal. The Doctor could see Sam visibly tense up as he did. "I'm toast, anyway, and I'm not particularly picky on the venue."

"I don't know what the 'rules' are, Dean." The Doctor confessed. "I don't know what happens to a human who dies on another planet. You may be going to Hell, anyway. Or you may be lost in oblivion for the rest of eternity."

"I'm not trying to get out of my deal, Doctor. I know what happens if I do. I'm trying to help you, so why don't you let me?" They both went silent when they heard the door swing open. Dakota and Griffon walked in.

"You two ready?" Dakota handed them both a glass full of black liquid. "Here, I tried to dilute the taste, but it's not going to be pleasant."

The Doctor stared into the black liquid, knowing he had to take it. Dean was right, after all, they couldn't afford to stay in these bodies for an extended period of time. He just felt the risk was too great.

"Dean, the Doctor might be right..." Sam offered. "Maybe we still have a little time to fix this another way."

Dean didn't respond, he just held up his glass and declared "Bottom's up!" Before chugging it. It tasted sour, and disgusting but he drank the whole thing. "Oh my god... This is worse than mac and cheese with marshmallow fluff."

"It will only work if you drink, as well, Doctor," Griffon explained.

The Doctor nodded, and hesitantly drank his glass. "Oh, no, that is not pleasant at all,"

"How long before...?"

"You both have to sleep. But don't worry, when you wake up, we'll have Project Delta waiting for you."

Dean snorted. "Well that just sounds creepy."