A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the guys…*sighs*


"Dean! Some little satanic bastard named Gary stole my body! The guy next to you is not me! Check your frigging voicemail! Dammit!" Sam hung up the cell and shoved it back in his pocket. The morning wasn't going smoothly for him as he learned the body he was hanging belonged to a frustrated virgin who was allergic wheat gluten. The guy was Gary and he dabbled in witchcraft. The knife and satanic cloth hidden under the bed was the first red flag. Now there was a book in Gary's locker that apparently if the kid's parents got a hold of he would be grounded for the next decade. That was according to Sydney, Gary's little sister.

As he raced down the stairs someone called out for him. "Gary!"

Sam looked up to see a boy and girl coming in his direction. "Are you okay?" the girl asked.

"Yeah I'm Gary," Sam went along. "Uh-Gary is okay."

"So….we're referring to ourselves in the third person," the boy looked at him strangely.

"We heard about what happened last night," she interrupted.

"Got drunk, no big deal," Sam shrugged. "No big thing…What's my locker number?"

"What are you still drunk?" He asked.

"Yeah in fact I see three of you right now," Sam lied. "Uh what's my locker number again?"

Sam opened the locker and searched through the piles of books and assignments until his hand landed on something thick hard and heavy. He pulled out a large black book with satanic insignia on the front.

"Oh no no Gary…This is a very very bad book," Sam realized they were playing with some seriously dark magic and took the book and slammed the locker shut. He had to find Dean and Brooklyn.


"So Sam did what?" Brooklyn asked as she continued changing Tristan. "Hold still you little turkey."

Tristan kicked and gurgled at her mom as she tossed the wipes in the trash and grabbed the clean diaper. Dean was at a total loss for words.

"He acted just weird…..He was all erratic and crazed," Dean flung his hands up in the air. "Then that wasn't the strange part. When we went for a drink, he ordered a bacon cheeseburger with a fried egg on top."

Brooklyn's head shot up and she raised an eyebrow. "Something's wrong here Dean, very very wrong."

Tristan made a little sound as if to say she agreed. "I think even Tristan suspects something's up. I mean she's part angel and kids can pick up on things pretty quick…."

"So what our daughter's some kind of demon magnet?"

"No," Brooklyn strapped the fresh diaper on. "What I mean is maybe she's picked up on something we haven't. Since we don't have our Grace, it's a bit harder to hone in on some things. But with Tristan it's a whole other game."

"So we hold her near Sam and watch how she reacts?"

Brooklyn nodded and grabbed the bottle from the stove and checked it before turning off the heat. She sat down with Tristan who was already anxious for the next feeding.

"Well where is he?" Brooklyn noticed the younger brother missing.

"Took off with a cougar," Dean answered flatly.

"Sam left with an older woman? Okay something is seriously wrong with him. It's one thing he gets laid but it's another that he's strolling off with a woman old enough to be his mom or grandma."

Dean just nodded and silently wondered where his brother was.


The real Sam was tied up to a chair while the boy and girl paced around the room. He shook his head and fought to focus his vision. Trevor, the boy, was walking around with a cell phone latched on to his ear while the girl, Norah, watched him close.

"Hey! What the Hell is going on?!" Sam hollered but Trevor just glared at him.

"Scream all you want but nobody can hear you. My parents are out of town for the weekend."

Trevor heard Gary pick up on the other end, "Gary where are you? What do you mean I wouldn't believe you? What do you mean you didn't kill Dean and Brooklyn then steal the brat?!"

"I'm building up to it."

"Whoa whoa what!? What do you mean kill Dean and Brooklyn?! You better not touch a hair on my niece's head!"

Sam's threat went ignored as Trevor continued talking to Gary. "We've got problems here! I'm staring at your body with the other guy in it!"

"What?"

"Yeah he's been in your house, hanging out with your parents and Sydney," Trevor explained.

"Well just calm down alright? Whatever he says no one will believe him right? I mean we're still good."

"Look just hurry up and kill the damn duo and snatch the screaming brat!"

"Don't rush me I'll do it!"

"You better," Trevor hung up while Sam continued struggling with the ropes. Brooklyn and Dean were targets and his little niece was in serious trouble!

"I don't think Gary's gonna do it," Trevor doubted.

"Relax he'll do it," Norah reassured him.

"Hey what the hell is going on here? How do you two know about Brooklyn and Dean?" Sam demanded.

"Everybody knows Dean and Brooklyn," Trevor threw back. "They're Hell's most wanted and that little rug rat is the prize."

"Oh no….Have you two idiots been talking to demons?" Sam rolled his eyes. These three so didn't know what they were getting into!

"Right like we're the idiots," Trevor snickered.

"Oh my god…..you two are kids! You have no idea what you're messing with!"

"Well we know there's a bounty on Brooklyn and Dean's head and a bigger one for Tristan. We're gonna be the ones who collect," Trevor said proudly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam didn't like the sound of Trevor's words.

"Well we were messing around about a month ago with that book," Norah explained.

"I wouldn't say praying to our dark overlord messing around," Trevor warned Norah.

"Come on Trev, don't be a loser," she countered.

"Yeah Trev," Sam added. Norah continued. "Anyways the lights flickered and Gary went into this weird trance. He closed his eyes, picked up a pencil and drew this," she handed over the drawing of Brooklyn and Dean along with Tristan. Sam rocked to the core as the demons knew about Dean's daughter.

"And you know what's really weird? Gary can't draw," Trevor added.

"He just heard this voice inside his head guiding him. The demons had put a bounty out on these three," Norah said.

"A bounty?" Sam looked at her in disbelief.

"Yeah like every witch and Satanist across the country. But it was Gary who spotted you guys," she smiled at Sam.

"And the Freaky Friday crap?" Sam asked.

"His idea as well," Norah sighed. "It was another spell from the book. He figured going in Trojan Horse style and take out Dean and Brooklyn then snatch Tristan in the process."

"Yeah that's if he has the beanbags to do it," Trevor groaned.

"Okay you two don't know what you're messing with! We're talking about a demon deal here! Killing somebody! This isn't some game! You're crossing a line that you won't return from, believe me."

The grin dropped from Norah's face as she started to listen to what Sam was saying. What if he was right? What if screwing around with that book was more than they could handle?

"Norah don't tell me you actually listening to this jerk?" Trevor rushed up to her. Norah just shook her head.

"Trevor what if he's right?"

"I can't believe it! First Gary…then you! I can't…" he stopped then started. "Fine if you wanna do something right…." He started towards the book and flipped it open to the spell called demon summoning. A picture of a ram and skull sat above the incantation.

"What you're gonna kill them both tough guy?" Norah challenged him.

"No I'm gonna do this," he pointed at the spell. "I'm gonna call one of these bad boys up, hand them over and get paid dollar bills y'all!"

"I really don't think that's a good idea," Norah said hesitantly.

"No, no it's not. It's a very very bad idea," Sam agreed.

"No one asked you," Trevor shouted over his shoulder and started to read from the book.

"Don't do it Trevor!" Sam shouted louder.

"Yeah Trevor don't!" Norah added. Trevor glared at her over his other shoulder.

"Look don't you want to get into Vassar!?"

"Please stop this! You're going to get us all killed!" Sam pleaded desperately but his please fell upon deaf ears. Trevor had started reciting the spell and sprinkled an unknown substance on the altar. He finished reciting and looked around to notice nothing was different.

"Must've read it wrong," he muttered and looked down at Norah who was slumped on the floor. Her hair covered her face as she remained unconscious.

"Norah?" He leaned down and reached out for her.

"No don't! That's not her!" Sam struggled against the ropes. Trevor didn't listen and crept closer towards his friend.

"Norah are you alright?" As his hand reached out the girl's head whipped around revealing and evil grin plastered on her face.

"Oh yeah…I'm peachy," her eyes were solid black pools as she leapt to her feet and approached the startled teen.


Gary returned from his wild time with Crystal the Cougar and noticed the room was draped in darkness. He quietly closed the door and saw the gun sitting on the table. It was bathed in the light from the parking lot and appeared to be loaded. Slowly he picked up the firearm and cocked it then took aim at the two forms on the bed. His hand shook slightly as he prepared to fire but suddenly he felt something nearby as Dean's fist came flying out of the dark and square into his jaw. Brooklyn emerged with the shotgun aimed at his chest while Tristan remained hidden safely in the bathroom.

"You're not Sam," she said in a low dangerous tone. "Just who the Hell are you?"

Gary remained silent. Brooklyn cocked the gun showing she meant business. "You got 30 seconds to start talking or I do my rendition of Stairway to Heaven on your sorry ass."

"Oh my god, please don't hurt me. I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry…." He started to sob. Brooklyn lowered her shotgun as Dean hung up his phone. He heard over 38 messages from Sam and quickly realized what happened. The hunter placed a hand on his shaking shoulder and steadied Gary.

"Okay pull it together Champ," Dean said in a softer tone.

"I don't wanna die….I don't wanna die!" Gary sobbed. Brooklyn set the gun down and sat down beside him.

"You're not gonna die….at least not until after we get Sam back," she quipped. Dean flashed a warning look at her.

"What?" She shrugged it off.

"Where's Sam?" Dean asked.

"At my friend's house….His parents are out of town," Brooklyn turned Gary around forcing him to meet a set of angry grey eyes.

"His parents!? Just how old are you?!"

"Seventeen…..I'm only seventeen!" Gary sputtered. Brooklyn stared at him until Tristan started crying from the bathroom. She handed the gun to Dean and hurried to her daughter's aide. Dean looked over to see her stepping out with a bottle attached to Tristan's tiny lips. Gary saw the small bundle in her arms and couldn't but help to feel a hint of guilt.

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