I am so sorry for the wait on this chapter but I literally just had the busiest week ever. I literally only had enough time to sleep about 4-6 hours a day…other than that…not a moment of time to sit and write so I'm so sorry. I started this as soon as I could…I'm home now so this story will get back on track. ^-^.

But that includes trying to wake my muse up. He is dead asleep right now so this chapter is a little…off…I had to try and get it out without him. Sorry. Hope you like it still. Forgive spelling and grammar mistakes.

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Chapter 52: Freaky Sunday 4:

"Hey Sammy," Lucifer chirped cheerfully in Gabriel's voice as he found Sam.

Sam gasped and jumped at the table he was sitting at. He hissed in pain as the hot coffee spilled over the cup and scalded his skin. His heart pounded in his chest. Normally, Gabriel gave some sort of friggen warning…or Sam would hear his wings. This time he just friggen shouted out of nowhere. He immediately thought back to when he had his hallucinations of Lucifer and how they would always shout out of nowhere to wake him up.

"Aw you get a booboo?" Lucifer asked with a silly pout on his face "Can I kiss it better?"

Sam knit his eyebrows and stared "You're such a dork," he said, rolling his eyes before grabbing a tissue to wipe the coffee off of his clothes. He let out a long breath when he felt strong hands on his shoulders, thumbs pressing into the muscles tenderly.

Lucifer smiled at the way Sam was like putty in his hands. He massaged the muscles in circular motions. He then slowly ran a hand through that long, soft hair before gently massaging his scalp. Sam moaned quietly as everything in his entire body relaxed.

"This is new," Sam mumbled gently as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back onto Lucifer's chest.

Lucifer smirked slightly, wondering why Gabriel had never done this. He might have to give his brother some pointers on pleasing a lover. He smirked wider at that as he scratched through Sam's hair a bit harder and rubbed the muscles down his back.

"You're so amazing at that," Sam moaned, pushing his back slightly to get more pressure. He couldn't remember the last time he had a massage like this.

Lucifer smirked and leaned in to place soft kisses along the smooth skin of Sam's neck. He just wanted a few more minutes of affection before Gabriel showed up to ruin everything.

Sam leaned his head back onto who he thought was Gabriel's shoulder. Lucifer let out a light breath when the hunter began to brush his hands through his hair.

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Michael gasped and jumped so high, he thought he was going to hit the ceiling. A bright, piercing light radiated through the room, followed by a loud crash and thud. Michael's heart pounded as he tried to make sense of what just happened. He could see Castiel and Lucifer standing in the room. He wondered what those two were doing together.

"I'm not Luci," the body of Lucifer said.

"Gabriel?" Michael asked, realizing those two must have switched bodies as well. At least they were still angels. He was now a human; he didn't like it.

Gabriel nodded and turned to Castiel, who was staring around the room.

"Where is Dean?" Michael questioned, knowing that flash of white light was his grace.

"Right here," Dean said quickly. He winced as he tried to lift himself up from the table he fell on top of. He felt the wood piercing through the wings and skin but it was healing quickly. He waved off Castiel when he tried to help. Dean stood up and felt a wave of dizziness fall over him. Flying from Heaven to Earth was insane. He wasn't sure if he ever wanted that experience again. He tried to take a step, only to get his foot caught on a wing. He hissed out in pain as he tumbled forward; the wings thrashed and flailed to catch balance, knocking over several stacks of books as well as other items on the tables around.

Michael watched as Dean thrashed his wings around. They looked horrible; Dean was going to ruin them. He stared at the slightly darkened colors of blue from Dean's bad mood. The feathers were all ruffled up with small little red stains from being cut. He could see dirt and grass stains through them.

Dean froze and just stared at his body. It was still odd to him…he had stared at shapeshifters and Leviathan posed as him before but this was just strange. Knowing that was archangel Michael in that body was kind of funny. Those emerald eyes were glaring daggers at him though.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Dean asked, holding out hands "It's creepy. How can you even have that creepy stare in my body?"

"You are ruining my wings," Michael said, staring at the mess of silvery blue feathers.

Dean ground his teeth in annoyance but took a deep breath to calm himself so he didn't lash out "Do you think I wanted this, Michael? You think I want to prance around in my brother's body with wings? Huh?"

"Dean," Castiel warned "You need to calm down."

"At least try and take care of them," Michael said, "They look like a mess right now."

"I don't know how to fly. What do you want me to do?" Dean snapped, trying not to get angry.

"Michael, stop it," Gabriel snapped "If you make him mad, he is going to fry you."

Michael just glared. He hated these stupid human emotions…they were something fierce. As an angel, yeah he felt some but nothing like this. He wanted to scream and shout and cry and just lose it. He wanted his wings and grace. He wanted to go home.

"Do you have my phone?" Dean asked, changing the subject.

"Boy you know you're gonna' fix that, right?" Bobby said, finally speaking after a bit.

Dean stared at the mess he made then tried to concentrate of cleaning it with his powers. He took a deep breath and gathered a small, miniscule amount of power. He then snapped his fingers. He peered open an eye to peek and see if it worked. He grinned proudly when he noticed the books all back up in piles. He smirked at Bobby "All cleaned up."

"Don't use my grace for unimportant things like that," Michael demanded, crossing his arms. He was having that strange sensation to use the restroom again.

"Really Michael, just stop," Dean said, feeling annoyed "You're not the only one caught in this screwed up situation."

Michael nodded, knowing he was right. Why would Dean want to be an archangel? He was just feeling overemotional. He sighed and sat stiffly back onto the couch. Castiel was in the corner, speaking with Bobby and Gabriel was looking through Dean's stuff.

Dean slowly walked over and sat beside Michael. For a moment, they were quiet before Dean spoke "I'm sorry, Michael," he said "I know this must be hard for you."

Michael nodded slowly, staring at the dust particles floating through the air. He turned his eyes to the wings that were out. It was strange to see his wings from another person's point of view. He had the temptation to see what they felt like to Dean's body.

Dean grabbed his phone from the pocket on Michael and quickly dialed in Sam's cell phone number. After a few rings, a voice picked up.

"Dean?" Sam asked. His voice sounded drawled as though he were in relaxation.

"Yeah Sammy. You with Gabriel?" Dean asked, holding out a hand when Gabriel tried to grab the phone.

Sam murmured for a moment before replying "This isn't Dean. Who are you?"

Dean sighed "It's me. I'm in…Michael…or Adam's body...me and Michael switched bodies. So did Lucifer and Gabriel."

It was silent for a moment and Dean could hear shuffling through the phone and shouts.

"Gabriel says this is just a joke," Sam said though Dean could hear the worry clear in his voice.

"Where are you?" Dean asked, smacking Gabriel's hand when it reached for the phone again. He glared at the archangel in Lucifer's body.

"How could this even be possible?" Sam asked, his voice low.

"Dude, I have no idea but I need to know where you are so Gabriel can kick Lucifer's ass," Dean said, shooting Gabriel a glare when he reached for the phone again. He was surprised when Gabriel backed off. Apparently, Michael had some power over them. Dean liked that idea.

Dean could hear Lucifer hissing words at Sam through the phone and Sam was hissing back.

"I'm at a motel in Houston," Sam said quickly and there was more hissing in the background and a thump.

Dean quickly hung up the phone and stood up. He let the wings on his back spread wide, the feathers curling towards the air and aligning for flight.

"No way," Michael said, grabbing one of the wings. He quickly pulled his hand back when he felt the tingling, euphoric sensation pass through his fingertips. It was so sudden that he thought he was shocked.

Dean felt his knees almost buckle at the warm and incredible sensation from one small touch on those wings. He blinked a few times after a slight gasp. It was abrupt and just plain amazing. He could still feel the warm vibrating through. He darted his eyes to the hand that touched the wings and finally understood what it must feel like to angels. That was one touch…he wondered what it would feel like for a massage…like he does with Castiel.

"You are not going anywhere with my grace and wings," Michael said, his voice dark and annoyed.

"Oh yeah?" Dean asked "Try and stop me."

Michael just crossed his arms and ground his teeth. None of this was fun at all…he just wanted to go home. He watched as Dean vanished with his grace and wings; Gabriel was gone a moment later. He sighed in annoyance and turned to the last angel. He tilted his head slightly to see the piercing bright blue eyes staring intensely at him. He swore he could feel Castiel reaching into him and it was slightly unpleasant. Castiel then gave him a polite smile before vanishing.

. . .

"They are just messing with you, Sammy," Lucifer said, knowing that Sam would believe him. He had to…he was in Gabriel's body.

Sam just stared at him, trying to decipher any traits that didn't seem Gabriel at all. He looked identical to Gabriel but that was expected because it was his body. But the way he held himself…it seemed a little like Gabriel but maybe more stiff…not as laid back. Those amber-gold eyes were not as bright and soft as usual but perhaps more dark and cold. That grin on his face was somewhat too mischievous…even more than the Trickster one.

"I'm the trickster. I can see a trick from a planet away," Lucifer said, hoping it would work. He tried to loosen up and be more like Gabriel but he doubted it was working. The look in Sam's eyes was saying it all.

Sam was slowly backing away from him when there was a loud, screeching sound followed by a white light that made his eyes sting. He quickly tried to shield them and hissed out in pain when he felt a weight fall on top of his back, causing him to slam into the thin carpeting below.

"What the…" Sam grunted as he tried to shove off the weight.

"Sammy!" the voice shouted…only it was Adam's voice…or Michael's…or, in this case, Dean's. He was so confused as to who was in that body.

Dean quickly climbed off of Sam and immediately began to straighten out the wings. All six of them had blown out mid-flight, hitting Castiel's wings and knocking them both off of their course. Dean glanced around the room for a glimpse of Castiel but he wasn't there. So instead, he allowed his wings to close in, leaving out only one set and he turned back to Sam, who was now standing with wide eyes.

"What?" Dean asked "You try flying around…it's not easy. I gotta give Cas some credit for that time travel crap. I'd never be able to do anything like that."

"Dean?" Sam asked, knowing Michael would never talk like that.

Dean rolled his eyes "That's what I said on the phone. Where's Lucifer?"

Sam turned his eyes to Lucifer's body, which was standing in the corner of the room. His eyes were brighter and more playful than Sam had ever seen them and he instantly knew that it wasn't Lucifer in that body. It was definitely Gabriel.

His stomach lurched "Gabriel?" he asked the body of Lucifer.

Gabriel nodded "Yup. Stuck in this stupid body…these wings are such a pain. And their black…I mean, come on. They smell like Hell. And Luci's grace…ice cold…even for me."

Sam took a deep breath "How long?"

Gabriel knit his eyebrows "How long what?"

"How long have you all switched?" Sam asked, feeling lightheaded when he glanced around to find to trace of the Gabriel who was actually Lucifer. He was nowhere in sight.

"Woke up like this," Dean said, staring around when he could literally feel Castiel closing into the room. He watched the soft light form into his angel and he instantly felt bad when he saw the ragged and tattered wings on his back. He had a bruise on his left cheekbone and a bloody lip. Dean felt his stomach clench and without rethinking it, ran over and threw his arms around his angel. He could feel Castiel stiffen in his arms but Dean just held him tighter and pressed gentle kisses all over his face.

Sam paid no mind to the scene. All he could think of was what happened that morning…that was Lucifer the entire time. His stomach plummeted again and he felt dizzy.

Gabriel noticed and instantly went over to grab Sam before he fell. He pouted when Sam shoved him away and sat on the chair.

"Sorry…but you look like Lucifer…it's too strange," Sam admitted, holding a hand over his face. He felt so stupid. It was worse that all he could think about was how amazing his kiss with 'Gabriel' was that morning.

"What did he do to you?" Gabriel asked, that voice filling with venom.

Sam just shook his head "Let's forget it, okay," he said, feeling a wave of ice shoot through him.

"I'll kill him," Gabriel muttered.

"Please stop," Castiel groaned as he felt the warm kisses on his cheek just over the injury. He wished it was Dean in his own body. The sensation of Michael's grace and wings brushing with his was unsettling at best. He shoved at Dean, who sighed and reluctantly let go.

Castiel watched the colors in those silvery blue wings brighten in a way that meant Dean was feeling very passionate but a few feathers ruffled and puffed at the tips in agitation from not getting what he wanted. He had to smile slightly because he loved the idea of knowing exactly how Dean was feeling. Wings never failed to show every emotion and Castiel knew exactly what to look for.

Dean cursed the grace and wings that were making it impossible to be with Castiel and turned to where Sam and Gabriel were having a silent argument with their eyes. Gabriel had a darkness emanating around him and the feathers were twitching and pointed in each direction like daggers ready to swipe for a kill.

"Okay so can we try and figure this out?" Dean asked, wanting his own body back. The one he was in – while powerful with archangel strength – still felt scrawny and uncomfortable.

"We should go to Michael, though. He may know more about this sort of thing," Castiel suggested "Also, I believe it would be the best idea if we discuss it all at once rather than separate."

Sam stiffened when he felt Gabriel wrap his arm around his waist. Even though he knew it was his angel, he couldn't stand seeing those stormy blue eyes of Lucifer staring at him and the icy cold grace that he could feel through the vessel. It brought back far too many unpleasant memories from being in the cage. The things Lucifer had done with that grace…he could hardly stand to be close to it.

Gabriel bit down on his lip as Sam pulled away from him. He knew Sam had good reason to not want to be near the grace but that just made him more upset to think of what Lucifer could have done in the past. He didn't even flinch when all of the lights in the room shattered and the temperature dropped several degrees.

"Gabriel, calm down," Castiel said when he felt his brother's anger. He and Gabriel stared at each other for a long moment before Gabriel took a deep breath and wrapped a hand around Sam's forearm. Sam gasped when he felt the shift of flying.

Dean groaned when he realized he was going to have to fly again. He turned to stare into those soft, ocean blue eyes "You might want to stay far away from me…don't want you getting hurt again…where did you end up, anyways?"

Castiel let a small smile twitch the corners of his lips "I believe it was a bull riding event," he said "I suppose I frightened the creature when I landed beside him. He attacked me before I could get away."

Dean frowned at the idea of his little nerdy angel being attacked by a huge bull. Castiel gave him a reassuring smile though "I let the bull run free…he went straight for the riders."

Dean rolled his eyes. Sounded like something Castiel would do. He smiled for a moment then grimaced when he watched his angel spread those long, deep ebony wings for flight. He let the wings on his own back unfurl, feeling as the feathers positioned. He jumped slightly when he felt a hand grasp a bundle of feathers. He realized then that Castiel was holding him and guiding the flight and for the first time, he realized just how incredible it could feel to soar through the wind when you were on a correct track. He even frowned slightly in disappointment when they landed softly in Bobby's living room.

He instantly set his eyes on Michael, who was leaning back on the couch with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were shooting daggers at Bobby and his lower lip was pushed out in a pouty face. Dean wanted to laugh at that expression on his face. He then noticed the slightly bluish swollen bruise on the cheekbone.

"What happened?" Dean asked, turning his eyes to Bobby, who was sitting at his desk, his lips pressed into a flat line and eyes darkened in irritation. It was a look Dean instantly recognized from the days when he and Sam would do something stupid and get in a lot of trouble.

"He hit me," Michael said in a low voice.

"Friggen Asshat deserved it," Bobby muttered as he stared at a book.

"I did not deserve such an act of violence," Michael sneered, sitting up "I was just trying to talk."

Bobby lifted his head up to glare at Michael. His eyes were darkened and slightly reddened and his face was becoming a shade red "Trying to talk?" he snapped "You think you can just go and…" he stopped and took a deep breath.

"Woah," Dean said, sensing the emotions pouring from his father figure "What did you say to him?" he asked Michael.

"I was talking to him about his wife. I was trying to be nice," Michael snapped, standing up "But he is ungrateful."

Dean lifted his eyebrows and sighed, running a hand down his face "You don't do that, Michael."

"I didn't do anything wrong," Michael said, lifting his arms, wondering why everyone was against him. He had seen Bobby staring at a photo of his wife and told him if he wanted to talk, he would be there. What was so wrong with that? He was sure humans did that when in mourning.

"Just do not talk about lost family members, okay," Dean said, realizing just then that Gabriel and Sam were in the kitchen. He could hear them talking to each other in hushed tones.

"Did you find anything about this curse?" Castiel asked Bobby, trying to change the subject.

Bobby gave each of them a look before shaking his head "Not sure," he said "There are mentions of body swapping curses all over. Closest to your case would be an ancient ritual," he said, scanning a page of the book "It's written in Enochian. I couldn't decipher all of it but it seems most likely."

Castiel walked over and lifted the book. He scanned over the page and his head tilted slightly to the side "This was created by Iris, herself; a sort of protection ritual," he said "when death would come, an energy would venture from her body. Normally, it would just swap her body with the one who had killed her. Though since there were four of you, the spell rebounded to intertwine those closest to one another."

"So I'm stuck like this because I was trying to help Dean?" Michael asked, feeling another wave of annoyance. That was the last time he tried to heal anyone.

Dean glared at him but turned back to Castiel, who was giving them warning looks.

"Well how do we fix it?" Michael asked.

Castiel read more and lifted his eyebrows "Apparently, Iris had expected such a thing," he said "Dean, you said she was trying to use you for some sort of ritual?"

Dean nodded "Yeah…she was trying to kill me…using my blood."

Castiel knit his eyebrows and read on "She was performing a backup plan to the original ritual. Since she did not have a body to swap with, her energy is still roaming free. She has two weeks of survival before she will just vanish. She is waiting for one of you to make a break so she can take over."

Dean and Michael both perked up to listen "What do you mean, break?" Dean asked.

"What happens to us after two weeks?" Michael asked, feeling uneasy over the idea of being human for more than one day.

"I believe it means that if one of you die before the two weeks pass, then you will be curse for eternity and she will take over the body of the one who died," Castiel said, making sure to be loud enough for Gabriel to hear.

Dean arched an eyebrow "That's it?" he asked "Well…I don't plan on dying."

"Me neither," Michael said "So that means if we survive these two weeks, we will return to normal?"

Castiel nodded and placed the book down "I believe so," he said "There are pages missing from this book. We need to find those pages in order to understand this better."

"So I really can't kill Lucifer?" Gabriel growled, leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

"This is not right," Michael said angrily "I cannot stand to be like this for two weeks. I am so weak and pathetic."

"Watch it," Dean hissed, snapping his attention to the hissy-fitting archangel-stuck-in-a-human-body.

"No," Michael said, hating the raging emotions once more "You get to be strong and basically invincible with my grace and wings. I have to be some weak little human with the only power being the ability to heal an angel's wings. I hate this."

Gabriel snorted at the door "Wow Mikie. You think Luci throws hissyfits? If only you could hear yourself."

Michael glowered at his brother and instantly began to storm over "You're just mad because Lucifer got to play with your little boyfriend," he said, wondering why he was talking like that. It was not something he would normally do.

Dean could sense Gabriel about to fight back and that was something they really didn't need at the moment. He needed to separate them before things got out of hand. Before allowing himself time to prepare, he latched onto Michael's forearm and let all six wings thrust. They vanished from the room in a flurry of feathers and white light.

. . .

Sorry it's not so well written. But I really wanted to get out a chapter since it's been so long…and like I said, my muse is asleep.

I need your help! Question…I really don't know where I'm going with this. I have a round-abouts idea but I'd like your opinion. Where do you think Michael and Dean should end up? A certain period of time? A certain place? Oh! Maybe another alternate universe! Ideas! I need them! I could do some crazy insane world where Dean has to protect Michael from dangers and vice-versa. Also, there is much more to the body swapping. We will know in later chapters.

P.S. I changed my mind…there will be some more Sam/Lucifer…though not sure if anyone would like the idea…you would have to read it. Nothing really sexual…more of an understanding