Dean

He wakes up with a heavy groan, a loud tinny ringing sound in his ears. He lets out an irritated huff and he paws for his phone, sitting on the side of his bed at the new motel they'd crashed at.

Sam blinks up at him blearily from the floor, his eyes going wide with panic as Dean sits up to answer the phone. Anna is hovering in the bathroom door, silver grey eyes narrowed at the guileless fear on the maybe fake Sam's face.

"What." He snapped into the phone not recognizing the number.

"Dean! Thank god! I've been trying to reach you all night and all morning. I know this is gonna sound crazy- but think I'm in the wrong body." A wheezy squeaky voice came through the phone; but even if the voice is all wrong, Dean could smell the bitch face on his brother through the phone. His grip on the phone tightened, and the plastic casing creaks ominously.

"Really? Cause it sure as hell looks like-" Sam interrupts him, his voice edging on hysteria.

"The guy right next to you? The guy near Anna, it's not me!" And that clinches it. He should have listened to Anna last night when she'd warned him the first time. But no matter what he says to her, the woman is in no way lucid half the time, and he hadn't believed her.

Even if the imposter had crashed his Baby.

That thought sent a bolt of lighting through his spine. A stranger had touched his baby. Worse, that stranger had crashed his baby.

"Send me your coordinates. We'll come soon." He promised and hung up over his brother's protests. A feral smile crossed Anna's face, that under almost any other circumstance would have worried Dean. But who or whatever this thing is, had messed with Sam. All bets were off now, and Dean isn't even sure he'd stop Anna from going nutso on it like she had that hellhound a couple days ago.

The guy on the floor's breathing began to speed up, and Anna stalked silently across the floor. Dean got off the bed, his voice a low growl in the back of his throat, looming over the stranger wearing his brother's meat suit.

"Alright pal. Either you start talking, or I start waterboarding." It was disconcerting to see the palpable fear on Sam's face, the expression one he hasn't seen on his brother since they were little kids. Especially since Sam would know that Dean wasn't really serious. Even if who the fuck ever this was isn't Sam, he's wearing Sammy. And his brother would still need that body once they fixed this. He has no intention of hurting the imposter.

Much.

"Oh my god. Please don't hurt me. I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry." The anxious chatter increased and Anna rolled her eyes. She seized Sa- the Fake, by his arms and bodily hauled him into a chair. He looked like he was going to piss himself. Dean sighed.

"Look, take it easy champ." The imposter just kept shaking, deep almost familiar eyes wet with tears and dark with fear. Anna held him in place while Dean loomed over him, glaring at the shivering person wearing Sam's body.

"I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die." He insisted shakily, leaning away from Dean. The fake was making the dangerous mistake of believing that Dean was the most dangerous thing in that room.

"Where's Sam?" He asked shortly. Dean could tell that Anna's grip is tight, but he also knows that if Sam ever needed to break free he could. Anna's danger didn't come from brute strength. Plus Sam was easily a foot and change taller than her.

This fake clearly had no idea how to break her grip, let alone hold his ground in a fight against anyone, let alone Anna of all people. Not for lack of trying though. The fake kept trying to shake off the other hunter's bruising grip, and failing miserably.

"I-I mean, pro- prob-b probably at school. It's not even third block yet." Dean and Anna's mouths drop open at the same moment.

"School? How old are you?"

"I'm seventeen." The fake's voice cracked over his answer. Shock filled him as he stared dumbly down at the high schooler wearing Sam's body.

"Huh." Dean's forehead scrunched up and he glanced towards Anna who was wearing a similarly confused expression. He glanced back down at the… kid?

"Seventeen?" His and Anna's disbelieving voices asked at the same time. The kid nodded nervously, shrugging awkwardly as best he could under Anna's stern grip.

"You've got to be kidding me." Anna's voice was flat. She let go of the kid and took a step back from the chair he was sitting on, and snorted as she sank down onto the bed. Her head sank into her palms, and Dean noticed that she was gripping her hair with white knuckles. He paced around the chair, brushing against her gently, tugging her hands back into her lap.

The kid swiveled around to face the two of them, his eyes occasionally darting to the door that was firmly behind Dean. He ground the heels of his palms into his eyes, groaning a little bit as he processed the situation. He scrubbed at his hair before dropping his arm.

"Great. We can't walk into a high school and take Sam back while he's still wandering around in this ki- hey kid what's your name?"

"Uh, Gary. Hi?" The kid, Gary, gave an awkward little wave. Both Dean and Anna ignore him.

"Gary's body can't vanish from school in the middle of the day." Anna pointed out softly, her hands fidgeting in her lap. Dean nodded decisively.

"So we deal with Maggie Briggs now, then after school is out, we get Sam, and Gary will fix this." The kid looked up, excitement blooming over Sam's familiar features. It was weird, cause Gary moved Sam's face differently. Now that he was looking for it, it wasn't hard to tell that the person in the meat suit wasn't Sam. The kid was a completely different person.

"Wait- Maggie Briggs? You mean, like the witch Maggie Briggs?" Gary asked eagerly, almost like a lost puppy dog. Dean nodded.

"Yeah, her. What do you know?"

"Yeah, she's in the basement of the Pickett house." Now that he wasn't trembling with fear, the kid seemed confident, even excited by the idea of the dead witch.

"Who's where?" Anna asked curiously. Dean had completely forgotten that he and Sam had been planning on leaving her out of the hunt. She hadn't really been lucid until right after Sam had called him last night, and even then, Anna hasn't exactly been particularly stable lately.

"Maggie Briggs, she's the poltergeist at the house we were at yesterday." Dean explained to her quietly. Gary kept talking, not registering the fact that the hunters were hardly paying him any attention. The kid's face was lit up, his hands waving around animatedly, his fascination with the topic blatantly obvious.

"Okay there's this legend that he hung her, but he didn't. The real truth is that she was carrying his illegitimate child, and he killed her and buried her in the basement." Realization dawned on Dean as the full story finally came out on the witch they're hunting.

"Her Murdered Chylde. That would explain the scratches. How do you know all this?" Gary shrugged at the question, a slightly proud look crossing the teenager's face.

"Oh I've done all kinds of research on this." They both raise their eyebrows at him, and Gary shrinks back into the chair. Dean turned away from the kid, rolling his eyes as he gathered up their stuff, tossing it all into the duffle bags they'd left next to the door.

"Fine. Let's gank the bitch. But after that,we're going to get Sammy."