A/N: We are at the end of this short journey. I hope you have enjoyed the ride and will come back for the next story I will be posting in a few days. The spell will be cast and with fingers crossed, it will work. Thank you, guest Kathy, for all your wonderful reviews. I am glad you are liking the stories. I do like reviews/comments.


Chapter 11

It had been three days since Missouri had contacted her friend in New Orleans. She was expecting an overnight package to arrive today with the special spell ingredients and his completed translation of the spell. Bobby and Missouri were painstakingly going over everything one more time to be sure there were no mistakes in their own attempt at translation so they could compare it to his. They hoped to perform the spell that afternoon and get the brothers back in their own right body.

Dean came down the stairs freshly showered and headed into the kitchen for a cup of coffee and to see where the others were. He saw Missouri and Bobby in his office but didn't see any sign of his brother. As he poured a cup of coffee, the backdoor opened, and Sam walked in sweaty and taking long deep breaths.

"Didn't you learn the last time you ran that my body doesn't like doing that?" Dean questioned his brother.

"You're getting better," Sam huffed as he headed to the fridge for a water. "I took it easy on you and cut my distance in half. If I had another week, I'd have you doing the full run."

"Well, I'm glad this should be over with this afternoon. Hopefully, I'll have my body back. I just hope it won't take that long to get it adjusted back to normal."

"It's not like I'm mistreating your body dude. Not like you filling mine with greasy food and pies."

"You'll thank me later bro. At least your body is getting a taste of the good life."

"I'm going to take a shower," Sam grunted rolling his eyes at his brother's remarks.

"You want breakfast?"

"I'll grab something when I'm done showering."

"Suit yourself," Dean shrugged getting out an English muffin to toast. He watched his brother disappear into the living room and turned back to his breakfast. After the muffin was toasted, he smeared some jam on it and took it to the table to eat. Dean was trying to stay calm and not think about what they would do if the spell didn't work. Would they be able to live that way, in each other's bodies? How would that affect their lives moving forward? Dean shook himself out of his thoughts hoping the package would get here soon.

Sam was coming down the stairs after a long enjoyable shower and heard knocking at the front door. He headed that way and opened the door to find a FedEx driver with a package standing on the porch.

"Package for a Missouri Mosley," the driver said.

"I'll take that," Sam replied taking a tablet and signing for the package. He accepted the package and stepped back into the house.

"Is that it?" Dean questioned excitedly seeing what Sam was holding.

"Yeah, just got delivered," Sam answered looking at it before heading into Bobby's office to give it to Missouri and Bobby. "This just got delivered."

"Good," Missouri said. She took the package and used a pair of scissors to open the end. She pulled several packets of different items and lined them up on the desk before removed several pages of handwritten notes. "Bobby, let's compare this translation with ours and see if there's any difference."

Sam and Dean stood by the desk watching with interest.

"Boys, it's going to take us a bit to go over this, why don't you go something somewhere else and stop hovering. It's not going to make this go any faster," Bobby told the brothers. "There's some parts boxed up in the garage you could take to a guy in the next town over. I haven't had time to deliver them."

"Bobby is right, there's nothing either of you can do at the moment to help," Missouri added. "We'll let you know when we're done."

"Alright," Dean sighed looking to the items on desk before pushing Sam out of the office and into the living room.

"Hey!" Sam complained at being manhandled by his brother. He slapped at his hands and stumbled along in front of him into the living room.

"Okay, let's do that part's run for Bobby. Beats staying here stressing out," Dean told Sam as he tried not to fret shifting from one foot to the other.

"Well, it won't do any good to get all stressed out," Sam commented as he watched Dean, turning his head to keep track of him. "Besides, it'll help Bobby and give us something to do."

"Yeah, alright," Dean surmised, nodding his head in agreement. He looked around for his jacket and snagged it from the couch.

"I'll let Bobby know we're going," Sam told him before stepping back to the office doorway. He told Bobby and Missouri their plans before following Dean out the front door to the Impala.

"That boy, he's all kinds of worked up," Missouri noted.

"I'm thinking you mean Dean," Bobby suggested.

"Of course, he's like an open book, even in his brother's body. Always has been. He worries too much."

"Yep, been like that since I've known him. Even as a little kid. Dean had to grow up too fast and had too much shoved onto his shoulders for one so young."

"I agree with you on that," Missouri replied. They went back their work on the spell and hoped to have it done by the afternoon. Both knew the brothers wanted this to be over with.

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The sky was cloudy as the brothers, Missouri, and Bobby stepped out onto the deck to set things up for the spell. Bobby moved a small table to one side for Missouri to use. The brothers stood nearby watching closely, both tense and wary.

"Alright boys, I'm going to set up for the spell," Missouri told them. "It'll take me a few minutes since I need to be precise with the ingredients and I need to get blood from both of you."

"Okay, we'll just stay over here out of the way," Dean replied not wanting to mess anything up, knowing how important it was to get this right. "Keep your hands to yourself Sammy. I know how curious you get about things."

"What? I do not," Sam tried to defend himself giving his brother a perplexed look.

"Bobby, do you have the other ingredients ready?" Missouri asked him.

"Yes, I've checked them three times to be sure they're right. Everything is marked and ready to be used."

"Good, but first, Dean, Sam, I am going to ask you again, are you sure you want to go through with this knowing that it might not work? There's a fifty-fifty chance here it will work, or it won't, and you will be stuck like this forever since there's no second chances."

"Sammy and I talked it over and…We're willing to take this chance. We both have faith in you and Bobby that this is going to work, so yeah, we want you to do it," Dean told her.

"I agree with Dean," Sam added. "We have to try."

"Alright," Missouri said. She laid the spell on the table beside a brass bowl. Very carefully, Missouri began to measure the ingredients into the bowl, double checking them before adding each one. "Okay Dean, Sam, I need some of your blood," Missouri told them. She stepped to them with a small cup and held a small knife out to them.

"I'll go first," Dean spoke up taking the knife and cutting into the fleshy part of his palm deep enough to let blood drip from the cut into the bowl.

"That's good Dean, now Sam, your turn."

"Alright," Sam nodded accepting the knife from Dean and cutting his palm and allowing the flow of blood to drip into the bowl.

"Good, now bandage your cut and we'll continue," Missouri instructed them.

"Here you go boys," Bobby told them giving them wipes to clean their cuts and cream to put on it before taping a pad over the injury.

"Thanks Bobby," they told him as the doctored their cuts. When they were done, their attention went back to Missouri. She was pouring the blood into the bowl as the last ingredient.

When she was satisfied with everything, she looked up to the brothers. "Okay boys, why don't you stand side by side in front of me and I will perform the spell."

"C'mon Sammy, you ready?" Dean asked him as he moved closer to Missouri.

"Yeah, I am," Sam nodded moving up beside his brother.

"Here we go then." Missouri began to slowly read the spell in the ancient language it was written, being careful to pronounce each word correctly. The wind around them began to pick up with each word she said out loud until it was whipping the upper tops of the trees back and forth.

Bobby looked out into the yard as metal pounded against metal making banging and screeching noises. He was surprised that there was only a light breeze blowing on the deck and the main brunt of the wind was around them, almost like being in the eye of the storm. He watched as Missouri spoke the last words and struck a match to drop into the bowl. Nothing happened for a moment and then suddenly blue white flames exploded from the bowl sending streaks about two feet in the air. A surge of power swept out from it to hit the brothers who were standing in front of the table.

Dean and Sam's bodies arched forward as their muscles locked, making them stiffen as they gasped for air. They threw their heads back as they squinted their eyes tightly shut feeling nearly blinded by the intense light. Before anyone could do anything or say anything, the brothers collapsed onto the deck, unconscious.

The storm clouds seemed to gather over the salvage yard and dark, heavy rain clouds swirled with the wind. Small streaks of lightening danced around in the clouds threatening rain. It continued to get darker as the storm grew in intensity getting ready to release its fury.

"Are they alright?" Missouri questioned after the brothers collapsed.

"I think so, they told me they were knocked out the first time too," Bobby told her. "I'm going to get a blanket so I can move them inside before the heavens open up on us." He went inside to find an old blanket and came back out with it.

Missouri rolled Sam's body on his side so Bobby could spread the blanket under him and helped her roll him back. He caught the ends near Sam's head and carefully began to pull his body inside. Bobby deposited Sam's body in the living room and went back to get Dean's body. With Missouri's help, he got him inside just as the huge drops of rain began to wet the deck, getting stronger and harder. Missouri had quickly gathered the items from the spell to take inside, feeling the drops of cold rain on her face, except for the brass bowl which she left outside to be cleansed by the rain.

"That was close," Bobby commented.

"That it was. Let's get them comfortable," she said. Missouri found two pillows and placed one under each brother's head, while Bobby covered their bodies with blankets.

"What do you think? Did it work?"

"We won't know until they wake up. I can't sense anything yet; all we can do is wait and see. Everything seemed okay when I did the spell, and I was extremely careful with each step."

"I know you were. We can only pray that it worked."

"Why don't I fix a fresh pot of coffee?" Missouri offered.

"Yeah, sounds good to me. I'm going to sit out here with them. I don't want them waking up alone."

"I won't be long."

Bobby sat in his recliner and looked at his boys as they lay unconscious on the floor. They were breathing slow and steadily and had a strong heartbeat when he checked it. He didn't know how long they would be out, but hope when they woke, they would be in the right body.

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Dean groaned as he rolled his head and shoulders trying to wake. It took all his energy to force his eyes open and try to look around. Everything was blurry at first but as his vision cleared, he saw Sam lying beside him not moving.

"S'my," Dean grunted as he tried to roll over and get to him.

"Dean, son, are you okay?" Bobby asked him as he knelt beside him to help him sit up.

"Did it work?" Dean asked looking down at his body and feeling his hair, that was short again. "It did. I've got my body back."

"Yeah son, looks like it did."

"Sammy? How about him?"

"He's not awake yet child, but he should be okay too," Missouri told him.

"Sammy, hey wake up dude," Dean called to his brother tapping his cheeks to try and wake him.

"Mmmm…Wh'," Sam moaned wetting his lips and turning his head toward his brother.

"It's worked Sammy. We've got our bodies back," Dean spoke in a relieved voice.

"Here boys, sip some water," Missouri instructed the brothers giving each a bottle of water.

Dean helped Sam to sit up and they propped back against the couch to sip the water. Both sighed with the coldness of the water as it wet their dry mouths and throats. Water had never tasted so good to them.

"What time is it?" Dean asked noticing it was dark outside.

"Close to midnight. You've been unconscious for nearly seven hours."

"How do you feel?" Missouri asked them.

"Tired and my body feels so heavy," Sam replied.

"Yeah, my arms feel like lead weights, and I feel a little lightheaded," Dean added.

"Maybe you boys should head upstairs and go to bed. I think what you need is some rest to let your bodies get used to their rightful owners. I'm sure you'll feel better in the morning."

"Missouri's right Sammy, we need some rest," Dean told him, letting Bobby help him to stand. "C'mon bro, we'll help each other upstairs."

"Alright," Sam nodded taking Dean's hand and maneuvering his tall body upwards. It felt awkward and strange to be in his tall body again. He was going to have to get used to it again. He swayed unsteadily and gripped Dean's arm to stay on his feet.

Once the brothers were upstairs, they took turns in the bathroom and changed into sleep clothes. Sam was sitting on the side of his bed sipping more water when Dean came into the bedroom.

"Oh, Sammy, I picked a few things up for you when I was in your body," Dean told him pulling a bag from under his bed.

"What things?" Sam asked looking at the bag Dean sat by him on the bed.

"Open it."

Sam sat his water down and opened the bag to look inside. He looked up at Dean with a surprised look on his face as he started pulling out some shirts and a couple pairs of jeans. Looking at the sizes, Sam saw they would fit perfectly.

"I don't know what to say," Sam said gratefully. "When did you do this?"

"It's nothing. I checked a couple of thrift stores and found these and thought you could use them. I didn't realize how hard it was for you to find clothes."

"Thanks bro, I appreciate it." Sam got up and gave Dean a brotherly hug as tears sprang to his eyes at his brother's kindness and understanding.

"Okay, okay, enough chick flick moment here," Dean fussed, but was happy Sam appreciated his gesture. "Let's get some rest and tomorrow we're heading into town to the diner. There's a bacon double cheeseburger with my name on it."

"I'm buying and you can have a whole pie if you want," Sam smiled at his brother. He laid the new clothes aside and turned down the covers on his bed. "Nite Dean, I'm glad everything worked out for us, and we got our bodies back."

"Nite Sammy and me too. But I have to say, I think it was sort of eye opening for us to be in each other's bodies."

"You know, I agree with you; it was."

"Maybe we can talk about it tomorrow and compare notes."

Dean reached to turn the lamp off between their beds before settling into his mattress with a sigh. His body was telling him it needed rest and it wasn't long before both brothers were sleeping peacefully, content to be in their own bodies.

The End