"You really think I can get into Harvard, daddy?" the young teenage girl asked the heavy man whose arm she was hanging on as passed Sam on the sidewalk in front of Madeline's shop.

"Sure, honey," the man, obviously her father, replied, though a tad doubtfully.

Sam watched them walk by, rubbing his head as it began to throb, probably from the five hours spent sitting in the dark staring at a computer screen. He suddenly had a pretty good feeling that the girl would make it into the school of her dreams, but the course load would prove to be too much for her and she would drop out before the end of her first semester.

As the brief headache and the nausea that followed it passes, Sammy turned up Madeline's front walk. Again, the door swung open before he'd even gotten close to it.

"Madi?" he called out, entering the shop, "you here?"

"Of course I'm here," she smiled, walking out of a back room and wiping her hands on a small dish towel, "and I know I told your brother that I hate nicknames. You of all people should know how annoying that is, Sammy."

His mouth dropped open. "How'd you-?"

"You may have your brother's body, but it's still your mind. I knew it was from a block away. Besides, appearance doesn't matter much to me, and I hope it doesn't to you, either."

"What's that mean?"

The female psychic set the towel on the counter and ushered Sam into the room from which she'd come. It was a small office, and she offered him a seat. "Do you know where your brother is?"

"Well, no," Sam said, sitting down. Madi pulled up another chair and sat beside him, smiling. "Why?"

She shrugged. "Just wondering. Now, why'd you travel all this way? And don't say it's because you wanted to walk a mile in your brother's shoes. That's the kind of comment I would expect from Dean."

Sam grinned. "No, I needed to ask you something about what happened. Is this thing new in town?"

"The witch? No, there was one other death a few years back. I think it was the same one, but I can't be sure. This time was different, though. It was a child. I'm truly sorry that this happened to you and your brother."

"Is there any way we can fix it?" Sam asked, running his hands through his short hair and sighing.

"The only way out, I'm afraid, is the way you came." Sammy raised an eyebrow in confusion. Madi smiled warmly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to speak in riddles. The only way to get back where you belong is to go back. You need to do it again."

"Do what again?"

"Be attacked. Draw out the soul-sucker and make sure it attacks you both at the same time again. When it's feeding, one of you needs to shoot it. That should release your souls from its grasp."

"And we'll switch back?"

"Possibly. It's really a gamble, Sam, and I wouldn't count on it if I were you. Really, it would be safer if you and Dean just killed the thing and left town. It's not like your brother's body is terminally ill, I would assume you're both attractive, and there's only a four year difference between you. Would it really be that terrible to have to live out the rest of your life in your brother's body?"

Sam stood up, sending the chair tumbling to the floor behind him. "Yes, it would! I can't live the rest of my life as my brother."

"You wouldn't have to," Madeline explained, "you boys travel enough that no one truly knows you. They'd believe you if you told them your name was Sam Winchester. As long as your brother graduated high school, you can still go back to college. No one would know, Sam."

"I would. Dean would. Dad would have to, but I'm not sure how well he'd take it."

"Why don't you run both ideas by your brother. See what he thinks, and then make a final decision. Either risk your lives with the uncertainty of getting killed or being stuck like this anyway, or just kill the witch and get on with your lives. It should be unanimous, though."

Sam hung his head. "I'll see what he thinks, but it won't matter. I'm not staying like this, and neither is he." Sighing heavily, he thanked her and left the shop. It was a long walk back to the inn in his brother's battered old shoes.

Lily Collins was pleasantly surprised when the cute police officer from the day before, officer Forrester, rang her doorbell. She was even more surprised when he complemented her for her courage, bravery, and good looks. She was also surprised when he asked if he could come in, even happier when the few words of conversational small talk led to more. She wasn't surprised, however, to find out how incredibly skilled he was at what they did when the door was locked and the bedroom lights had been turned down low.