A/N: I forgot to give credit to my dear friend VegasGranny for her continued support and help with my stories. She has given me ideas, kept me on the right path, given her time to read the chapters, and encouraged me along the way. Her insight has made the stories much better. Thank you, dear friend. NC


Chapter 2

The first rays of the sun were coming up over the horizon, chasing the darkness away and giving rise to a new day. The rays touched the cabin in the woods, shining through the windows to lighten the rooms where three bodies laid unmoving.

Dean was the first to start coming around, as he grimaced and moaned in pain. He raised his hand and felt the back of his head feeling a knot and dried blood clumping his long hair together. He lay on the floor for a few minutes trying to get his mind working and trying to figure out what the hell happened to them. His thoughts went to his brother, but when he tried to quickly sit up, everything flipped sideways and he fought the bile that stung the back of his throat, swallowing hard to not puke. Deciding that wasn't a good idea, he wet his lips and tried to call to his brother.

"S'my," Dean croaked out in a hoarse voice. He coughed and cleared his throat to try again. "Sam," he called a little louder. It still didn't dawn on him that he didn't sound right. As he lay there letting the lightheadedness pass, Dean couldn't understand what was wrong with him. He raised his hand to wipe his face, feeling the small pieces of dirt and grim sticking to his skin.

After what seemed like hours, Dean slowly pushed his body from the floor and lean against the wall. He kept his eyes closed as the dizziness passed and looked to the side when he heard grunting and moaning nearby.

"Sammy," Dean wheezed out as he opened his eyes and watched as his body, eased from the floor to sit back against the wall too. Dean was perplexed and squinted his eyes shut thinking maybe the blow to the head was worse than he thought. When he opened them again, he saw his green eyes staring wide eyed at him as his mouth fell open. "What the hell happened?" Dean growled, looking down at his body and the clothes that he was wearing.

"Dean?" Sam asked cautiously as he stared at his body sitting across from him. He blinked rapidly and looked again to be sure what he was seeing was real. He knew he was awake because his head was pounding.

"Sonovabitch!" Dean spat out in shock and anger, making his head hurt worse. He pushed his too long hair out of his face, scoffing in disgust as he used the wall to move his too tall body to a standing position.

"What's going on?" Sam asked as he stood on wobbly legs and looked down at his brother's body that was his right now. "Are we…" Sam tried to say but wasn't sure how to put it into words.

"Stuck in each other's bodies; yeah, looks like it," Dean grumbled as he took a step toward Sam. "Are you hurt? Is my body hurt?"

"Got a lump on the back of my head, but you were always hardheaded anyway," Sam replied, trying to lighten the mood.

"Bitch," Dean snorted as he looked around at the mess in the room.

"Jerk," Sam answered, thinking it sounded funny using Dean's voice.

"I couldn't stop the match," Dean noted, moving slowly toward the altar. "I tried but wasn't close enough. By the way, how did you shoot her? I tried every way to do that, but my finger wouldn't budge."

"I don't really know," Sam answered, not sure Dean was ready for him to hear the truth. "I sort of just got my one finger on the trigger to move enough to pull the trigger."

"Where's my gun?" Dean asked looking around at the clutter on the floor as he searched.

"Over at the rocker," Sam told him, spying it there. He looked on the other side of the room for his own gun and found it wedged under a bookcase. "She's dead, right?"

Dean steadied himself with the rocker as he bent to retrieve his handgun. Once he felt stable, he moved to the altar, stumbling once and swore. He stepped around it to look at the naked body that now looked fifty years older. Her hair was streaked with gray, her skin was wrinkled and hung from her bones. He couldn't believe this was the same person as before and wiped a finger over his lips grimacing as he thought of her kissing him. He reached and grabbed her robe to lay over the body.

"Yeah, you got her," Dean nodded seeing the bullet hole in her chest. "Good shot by the way."

Sam had walked to the table and saw the witch's spell book still on the altar. He hoped there was a reversal spell in there somewhere and looked around for a bag.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked.

"I'm gathering everything I can to take with us. I'm hoping she has a reversal spell that will put us back in the right bodies," Sam replied finding a large tote bag and began to pack it with the spell book, bottles of ingredients, the bowl, and anything else he thought might be useful. He added the knife she had used to cut them for their blood. Deciding to play it safe, he grabbed other bottles and books from the shelves until the bag was overflowing and he had to stop.

"We need to salt and burn her body, so she doesn't come back," Dean stated as he got his mind working again.

"If I can find the keys to the truck out there, I can go get the Impala and bring it back here," Sam offered. "Hey, since I'm you and I'm older, does that mean I get to drive more and get to order you around?"

"In your dreams dude!" Dean scoffed and snorted. "You can always hot wire the truck."

"Yeah, unless the keys are in this bowl," Sam offered. He had gone into the other room across from the main room and found a kitchen, but even better a bowl sitting on a table by the doorway with keys in it. "I'll be back shortly."

"You be careful with my Baby, no riding the brakes, and no speeding," Dean called to Sam as he went out the front door not bothering to reply. "Guess I can get you outside and find a place to bury you," Dean mumbled. He reached down and adjusted the robe around the body before lifting it into his arms bridal style. He unconsciously ducked thinking the doorways were too low as he went through them, not being use to the added height. Dean dropped the body to the ground and winced when she landed with a loud thump, not thinking about it being farther down to the ground now.

Now that he was out in the light, Dean stepped back and inspected Sam's body, stretching his long arms out and taking a long step, seeing how much more reach he had and longer steps he could take. The only thing that bugged him was his brother's unruly hair that would not stay out of his eyes. He grumbled as he tried to push it from his face, only to have it fall back again.

"I swear I'm going to take some scissors to his hair," Dean complained as he looked to the road searching for Sam. It wasn't long before he heard the familiar rumble of his Baby as she pulled up the driveway and Sam stopped by the cabin. "About time you got back here."

"I hurried as fast as I could," Sam pouted giving Dean a bitch face that didn't look the same on Dean's face. He got a sour look from Dean using his face and frowned at it thinking it really looked odd.

"Let's get this done so we can get out of here," Dean ordered going to the trunk and waiting for Sam to open it. He pulled out a shovel and grabbed the gas can, while Sam got his own shovel and the salt. They walked back to the where the body lay wrapped in the robe and moved a few feet away to begin digging.

After dozens of shovels of dirt, Dean groaned and grabbed his back as pain lanced through his lower back. He looked to his brother who was still digging and wondered why it looked so easy for him.

"What's wrong with this shovel?" he snipped, twisting his body to ease the pain in his lower back. "My back is killing me, and I've only dug for fifteen minutes."

"Dud, they don't make shovels for tall people," Sam explained as he continued to shovel, finding it much easier to do in Dean's body. "You have to lean over more, and it puts strain on the lower back. I'm not having any problems," Sam smirked at his last statement. The only thing he was missing was his long hair, but then again, he didn't have to worry about Dean's short hair getting in the way. Maybe he got the better end of this body swap, after all.

"Why didn't you ever mention it with all the graves we've had to dig up over the years?"

"I knew it wouldn't do any good, you would just tell me to suck it up and keep digging."

"Well, yeah, you're right," Dean grunted when he thought about it. Sam was right, he wouldn't have had any sympathy for his little brother. Now that he was literally in his brother's shoes, he was seeing things from a different perspective. He drew in a deep breath and sucked it up and continued to dig, swearing under his breath the whole time.

When the hole was about three feet deep, they stopped and moved to push the witch's body into it. Sam threw salt onto the body, while Dean shook the gas over it. He patted his pockets for the book of matches that should be there and remembered these were not his clothes.

"Sammy, matches," Dean huffed in annoyance snapping his fingers at his brother.

Sam looked at him for a moment, before understanding what he wanted and started searching Dean's pockets until he found a book of matches. He pulled one off and lit it so he could set the entire book on fire. He quickly dropped the burning matchbook on the robed body and stepped back as it flamed up and began to burn hotly as the fire devoured the body. After the flames died down, they shoveled the dirt into the hole to cover the body.

"Thank goodness that's done," Dean moaned twisting Sam's back to get the kinks out of it. He headed for the Impala and held out his hand for the keys that Sam tossed to him. He snagged them out of the air and opened the trunk to put everything back in it. "Now that my mind is clearer, you know we should burn the cabin so no one can take any of the crap you left in there. And we'd better do it now because it looks like rain."

"Is there any gas left?" Sam asked looking back at the cabin knowing Dean was right.

"Some, I'll go toss it around inside. If there's anything else you want out of there, you better get it now." Dean picked up the gas can and headed back inside the cabin.

"Okay, give me a sec." Sam hurried after him and tried to look around as Dean poured the remainder of the gas in the large front room. He picked up a box of matches from the floor and looked to Sam who had grabbed a couple more things before stepping toward the doorway. He struck the match and dropped it onto a pile of papers before hurrying outside as the fire quickly caught.

It didn't take long for the flames to engulf the cabin, burning everything inside. When the roof collapsed, huge drops of rain began to pour from the sky making the brothers run for the Impala before they were drenched. At least the rain would keep the fire for spreading into the forest that surrounded it.

"Guess we're heading for Bobby's?" Sam asked, knowing he would be the only one who might could help them with their 'present situation.'

"Yep," Dean replied as he dropped into the driver's seat and grunted when his knees hit the dash. He reached for the lever to let the seat back so he would have room to drive. This body was going to take some getting used to, but he hoped he wouldn't be like this for long. Dean cranked the Impala and backed up so he could head down the driveway to the main road to pick up the highway east toward Sioux Falls and hopefully to someone who could help them.


A/N: Body swap, did you figure it out? The brothers are going to find things different now and will have to learn to deal with them. Will Bobby be able to help them? Thank you for coming on this journey with me. Reviews/Comments would be great. NC