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Witch Body is Witch

Staying in one place had its benefits. It meant Sam could focus on school, Dean was able to suss out the best places to hustle pool and that way earn an income for the family and John knew deep down that it gave his boys the smallest bit of stability despite their hectic lifestyle. They'd been in the state of Kansas for 2 months now. Job after job circulating the town around them. It was easier this way, to have their hunts surrounding them tightly, yet it was also difficult. Difficult as it meant their risk of being recognised or caught for fraud was greater. After this hunt it would be time to move onto another state, another town. Regardless if there were a case there or not they had to avoid suspicion. John thought it would be in the best interest of the family to head as east as possible. It'd been almost a year since they'd been that far out.

It was a Saturday afternoon and the trio gathered around the familiar motel room table. It had seen better days, that was true. Built with a solid timbre wood, the years had aged her, her vanish wearing thin, small dents in her legs from years of only god knows what had happened in the small room over time.

Books sprawled openly over the tables surface, the musty smell from the yellowing pages fragranced the air as the three family members worked together tirelessly to figure out as much as they could about a Witch that Bobby had brought up. What they did know was that she went by the name of Elizabeth. Thankfully for them, Bobby had gathered a small amount of information on the Witch which provided to be useful in assisting the Winchester's on their research. She disguised herself as a local high school teacher who went by the name of Mrs. Elizabeth Lease or Liz for short. She would have been doing a half decent job at her new found calling apart from the fact she had sacrificed two students in the past month. Though they'd yet to find out why exactly.

'Sam I'm going to need you to change schools so we can get an inside scoop on what's happening here.' John's voice was blunt but firm. He made no effort to make eye contact with his son as he spoke. His head resting on his hand as he continued to glance down at the book below him.

'Dad.. I.. I just barely settled in and now you want me to get up and leave? Why not send Dean? I mean c'mon Dad...we fake our ages all the time. I'm sure he could do with a little more knowledge anyway, you know I don't think it would kill him to pick up a book once in a while.' Sam was adamant not to be plucked up and placed around at his Dad's every command. He would stand his ground. If there was anything the past few months had taught him it was that the voice he had deserved to be heard. No more holding it all back, keeping things bottled up.

'Shut up.' Dean kicked his brothers leg from under the table. 'I'm plenty smart, I read books and besides I'm not going back to school, half those chicks aren't even legal, nothing and I mean nothing will make me go back to high school again.'

'Gross Dean' was Sam's only response at his brothers response, referring to his peers being legal or not.

'What? You started this. And besides Dad I don't think it's a good idea, after the crap Sammy's been dealing with these past few months I think we should just let him lay low for a while. I'm sure we can figure it out, we always do.'

John's eyes glanced up from the book he wasn't reading as he looked at his eldest son. He knew it could go two ways. He could agree with Dean and together they could make a new plan or he could disagree and have both his son's angry with him. He knew what he had to do.

'You're right Dean..' John replied with a sigh as he closed the cover of the book and rubbed his hands over his tiring face.

'But Sam I'm gonna need your help on this one still.'

Sam nodded in agreement.

'I need you to finish school a little earlier on Monday so we can get you over to the high school that this Witch is at, I need you to create a scene, something that will draw her to you make her believe you're a student there, if she takes you don't worry, that's what we want. Dean and I will be following you behind closely until she takes you back to her place, you understand me?'

'Yes sir.' Sam would agree to this, he was already getting his wish to stay at his current school. He felt like he owed his father this one small favour. After all, this was the business he was in. The family business, he had no choice. His thoughts were interrupted by his Dad's further orders.

'Right then, you two, get changed I want training to start in 5, oh and Dean, your brothers right, it wouldn't kill you to pick up a book once in a while, you're getting sloppy in your research.'

With that remark Sam tried to hide the grin now threatening to show upon his face. Dean shot his brother a look of disapproval as he stood from his chair making his way past his brother giving Sam a shove to signify him to 'shut up'. Sam now followed closely behind as the brothers readied themselves for training.

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'First one back to the motel gets the first shower!' Called Dean out to his brother who was about 20 metres behind him. After a 45 minute run both brothers were sweating profusely, adrenaline pulsing through, endorphins at an all time high. Their motel room now visible and in a short distance reach. The brother's entered the motels car park. Not much further now thought Sam. He really didn't want to be the one to lose again, Dean always gained the upper hand at the home stretch. If he could just win this one time.

'C'mon Sammy, look alive! We're almost there!' Dean called out once again to his brother, a smile of achievement plastered on his face. Though his brother failed to respond. Knowing Sam was still recovering from the ordeal that had taken place recently concern began to fill him. Dean stopped in his tracks and turned to face his brother. What he saw made his stomach flip. Sam was now doubled over, his arm stretching across his mid section as his head hung towards the ground, sweat excessively dropping onto the gravel car park beneath him.

'Sam? Sammy?!' Dean was now rushing back to his little brother. As he reached him Dean collapsed onto his knees and cupped his brothers face into his hands waiting for a response.

'Sammy what is it? Talk to me.' His voice filled with worry.

'Dean..it hurts...like last time...help me.' Sam managed to pant out in between breaths, pain was visible in his voice as the words were spoken with strain in his voice.

'Okay, hang on, I'm gonna get under your arm now and help you get back, we're gonna take it nice and slow okay?'

Sam nodded in response. His face scrunched with pain.

Together the two brothers slowly began to make their way through the parking lot. Not too long into the supportive journey back Sam started to speak.

'Hey Dean?'

'Yeh Sam?'

'I'm sorry..'

'Sorry? For what?' Dean asked, confusion now present on his face, why would Sam be apologising? He tried to focus on the path ahead, trying to get his brother back to somewhere he could lay down.

'Faking..'

'Faking what?'

'This..' And with that Sam broke free from the support he hadn't needed and pushed his brother in an attempt to have him make contact with the ground. Sam sprinted his way through the remainder of the parking lot and to the motel room without turning back as he hurried to the bathroom door before making his way in and locking the door behind him. He knew Dean was going to be pissed. But hey, if Dean could be a jerk to him than so could he.

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'SAM!'

Oh boy, Dean was not happy. His fist pounding excessively on the bathroom door. His eyes filled with fury, his voice nothing but pure anger.

'SAM, OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR NOW!'

Hearing the commotion John exited the kitchen with a cup of coffee in hand.

'What's going on Dean, where's Sam?'

'Sam, or should I say lying cheat decided to fake being sick. So I did the brotherly thing and helped him, only Sam thought it would be a good idea to take advantage and push me down so he could get to shower first.'

Dean ended his sentence with a forceful fist to the bathroom door in an attempt to vent his frustrations physically. He waited for his fathers response. He was a difficult man to read. His features were firm, his eyes filled with a void of sadness. He continued to stare blankly at his eldest son before the edges of his lips rose and John let out a roar of laughter. Dean had never seen his father laugh like this before. For a moment, Dean thought there could be something wrong with him before he realised the humour of the situation and he too started to laugh.

It wasn't often Sam did things like this so Dean decided to let it slide. After all his brother had been unwell recently and him doing things like this was Dean's way of knowing his brother was almost 100%himself again.

'How you feelin faker?'

Dean asked his brother as Sam exited the bathroom, one towel around his waist, the other in hand scrubbing his mop of hair dry. A smile clearly visible on his face.

'Can't believe you fell for that.' Sam replied with a laugh as he continued to dry himself.

'Yeh, well I'm sorry for being a concerned brother. Dude, you ever do that again, I will end you!

Sam's response was to reenact the events from earlier as he once again pretended to double over in pain.

'That's not funny Sam.'

'No, I'm sorry, you're right Dean...it isn't funny.'

'Well I'm glad we-'

Sam cut his brother off before he could finish his sentence.

'It was friggin hilarious!'

Dean at that point took the opportunity to make his way to the shower. He felt like the target of everyone's personal jokes lately. He wished his Dad and brother would lay off for just a day or two. He was sure the shower would help. It always provided a warmth of comfort to wash away more than just the physical imperfections. It was his place to think freely and express his thoughts alone and freely. A place to solve the current problems in his life. The water delicately trickled down Dean's collar bones as the droplets danced around the crevasses of muscle on his toned abdominal muscles before making their way down to the drains entrance below. He felt calm, refreshed physically and mentally. Dean closed his eyes as the remainder of the warm water enveloped his body.

The rest of the weekend was filled with research and homework. Having spent a week out of school Sam was still playing catch up in at least two of his classes. By the time Monday had come around the plan of action was ready to take place.

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Sam exited the schools main building as he searched the parking lot for a familiar car. His eyes locking onto her location as he spotted the vehicle his brother called 'baby'. All three Winchester's now inside making their way over to another school on the other side of town.

Arriving, they discussed their plan.

'Ok Sam that blue car over there, that's hers. Bobby has confirmed that much.' Sam nodded his head as his Dad provided the information they needed.

'Dean and I will wait here, now whatever she does to you, remember she won't kill you, not at first at least. She'll take you to her hide out, that's where Dean and I will follow closely behind.'

Sam nodded once again understanding his task as he exited the car. Dean hated when his brother was bait. It always made him feel uneasy. His senses were more so on high alert when his brother was in the face of potential danger. He wished he could do this for him, but he knew his brother had to be the one to do it, it would be a learning curve for him Dean continued to tell himself. Dean watched as his brother made his way across the unfamiliar car park nearing the desired car. Taking shelter under a nearby tree Sam remained in sight, blending in not to arouse too much suspicion. By 3:45 the car park was nearing empty as the few vehicles belonging to teachers only remained behind. Sam glanced down at his watch and back over to the passengers in the Impala. Dean giving his brother a shrug. That's when she caught his eye. A woman, aged in what looked to be her 40's made her way across the parking lot. A thick pile of folders and work booklets wrapped tightly in one arm. The other arm gripping firmly onto her black leather handbag strap. This woman didn't look like a witch, maybe it wasn't her thought Dean. Her hair was sleek and black and flowed freely past her shoulders, her face was pale though her eyes almost glowed an alarming shade of emerald. Dean now pointing at the woman as Sam looked over at the teacher understanding Dean's gesture.

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'Excuse me Ma'am, I don't suppose you could tell me where to get the school bus from? I do hope I haven't missed it, you see it's my first day here and usually it's just me and my Dad but he works away a lot so I don't really get to see him much so he won't be able to come and get me if I did miss the bus, and I know he wouldn't like me walking home, according to him I'm horrible with directions, I'd probably get lost!' Sam played the part well, he decided to put on the character of the nervous kid.

The woman looked at him with sympathetic eyes. It was like this boy was being fed to her on a silver platter. New kid, Dad never around, bad with directions. This disappearance would raise no questions at all. The poor kid missed his bus, tried to walk home and got lost. Never to be seen again. She gave the boy a smile. This was too perfect.

'I'm sorry honey, you have missed the bus it left about a half hour ago...listen, I'm not supposed to do this and I could probably get into a lot of trouble...but if you like I can drop you off somewhere, I'm heading home now actually.'

'Really? You'd do that for me? Gee, I don't know what to say...thank you so much.'

The woman smiled at her next victim.

'Just give me a hand with these would you?'

She handed Sam the pile of books she once held in her arms as she opened the boot of her car.

'Just pop them over there please.' The woman said with a smile as she gestured them to be placed in the back far corner of the boot. After Sam had done so he straightened himself back up. The woman now placing her hand upon the younger Winchester's shoulder.

'Thanks so much for this.' The woman's remark made Sam's brow frown as he looked at her with confusion. As her hand lay on his shoulder an almost electric impulse jolted through the woman and transferred through Sam his body convulsing as his eyes shut and he began to near his way to the ground. The woman quickly grabbing him and forcefully shoving his body into the boot of her car.

The two older Winchester's witnessing the events unfold. Hand on the door handle Dean had prepared himself to race out as soon as he saw his little brothers body begin to fall lifelessly to the ground. His Dad ordering him to stay as Dean watched his brother helplessly being loaded into the back of a car now being driven away.

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Her house as expected was located on the outskirts of town, almost hidden amongst the thick branched trees. The house was small. Enough to ensure no attention was drawn to it. The wooden palings covered in a white paint now beginning to chip away from the wooden surface. The front door once painted a sky blue had now faded to a shade of almost white thanks to the years of sun exposure. It was a house you would easily miss had you not been looking out for it.

John and Dean followed the Witch behind leaving enough distance behind to ensure they did not raise suspicion. The Impalas rumble died down as she came to a slow halt before Dean cut the engine completely. They watched the Witches next moves from a safe distance.

The Witch's car came to a stop as she made her way to the boot of her car. Opening it to reveal her next victim. As the light of day filled the once dark boot as Sam opened his eyes. He knew he had to continue to play the game of innocent victim not knowing what was going on.

'What did you do to me? Where am I?'

The Witch smiled down at Sam.

'Oh honey, this is my house. And now you're going to do what I say, you got that?'

Sam nodded in agreement.

'Great, now get out and get inside and don't try any funny business and I'll kill you before you can hit the ground.'

Together they entered the house, it wasn't much to look at externally or internally for that matter. The furniture looked like it had seen better days. The dark red velvet couch looked like something out of an olden day movie, the hard wood floors desperately needed a polish, the walls lined with mint green wall paper which began to peel down from the tops causing the corners to curl inward. While all these things stood out, it was the stench within the house that would stay with Sam. A mixture of ancient herbs and spices wafted throughout the run down home. The aromatic combination was over powering as well as a stench Sam couldn't quite put his finger on. A large wall to the left was filled with wooden shelving containing tiny glass jars filled with powders, seeds and dried goods of all different shades. Below them was something more disturbing. Parts of animals submerged in a once clear liquid now turning into something which resembled a cloudy shade of amber.

Sam turned around to face the witch who stood closely behind him as she shut the front door.

'So, what now? What are you gonna do with me? You gonna kill me? Just like you killed those other kids?'

'Oh honey, I didn't do that for me. You see I make a few deals here and there. Two of which happened to be the same. Three actually. That's where you come in handy, once the word had spread, well.. you know how it is, everyone wants a piece.'

'What deals?'

'Oh, those, well it's a life for a life, you can't give something without taking a little something, the women who came to me, were dying, what can I say, I had a soft spot for them. They're fine now though thanks to the kids that took their place.'

'Why kids though, why not someone else, someone older, someone who was already about to die?'

'Because kids have more life in them!'

'So me, who am I supposed to be saving? And what do you even get out of it?'

'You my dear boy will be saving the life of a woman named Elise, sad really, 20 years old with a heart condition, transplant after transplant. They say they're just going make her comfortable now. You say you want to know what I get out of it? What do you think happens to the bodies? They come in handy, call it recycled parts if you will. I use them for a few spells here in there but most of the time I keep them in here.

The Witch reached for the bottom cupboard below all the jars. The dark mahogany door creaking as she opened it slowly to reveal her latest victims dissembled in jars. Sam felt the nausea rise from within his stomach. He swallowed to keep his lunch down.

'You're not gonna get away with this you know.'

The Witch's face now expressing confusion as the front door burst open as the two older hunters entered their guns gripped firmly in both hands. The Witch realising the nature of the disturbance quickly grabbed Sam. One of her arms around his neck tightly the other gripping into his chest as her nails dug into his flesh through his shirt. Sam's face reddening as he struggled to inhale air, the Witch's grip around his neck continuing to tighten.

'Let him go now!' Dean demanded, his eyes in tight contact with the potential threat.

'Now why would I go and do a silly thing like that?' The Witch laughed in her response.

'How about you listen to our demands and you get to live another day.' John inserted himself into the conversation, his weapon pointing directly at her.

'You know what, you're too much trouble than you're worth.'

The hand on Sam's chest filled with a supernatural power as a bolt of electrical light radiated from with the witches hand into Sam's body. His body becoming erratic in convulsions.

'NO!' Dean yelled out as he ran towards his brother gripping onto him. The electrical force now protruding though Dean.

John now taking his chance, shot his weapon. Clipping the witch in the shoulder as both boys fell to the ground. The Witch gripping her shoulder in pain before frowning up at John.

'You know thats not going to do any good.' The Witch smiled as she stretched out her arms welcoming a grey smoke into the house as it filled the room around them. As the smoke thinned and sunk it's way into the floor board the room was cleared. The Witch she was no longer present. John looked down at his two boys on the ground. Motionless.

'Sam? Dean? C'mon wake up now!' John now shaking the shoulders of both his sons in an attempt to wake the pair.

'Dad?' Sam was first to wake as he sat up, his hand on his head.

'Sammy, thank-god you're okay.'

Sam looked at his father confused.

'What are you talking about Dad? I'm not Sammy, I'm Dean.'

Dean looked down at his body.

'Holy crap, is that me? Am I dead?!'

'No, son, I think that Witch did something to you both. If I'm not mistaken, you're in Sam's body, which mean's Sam's in yours.'

'Sammy wake up.' Dean slapping his brothers check ever so lightly. Not wanting to damage his fine packaging of his own true body.

'Hmmm?' Sam was beginning to come around now.

'Sammy?' Dean asked waiting for his brothers response.

Sam could hear his voice. Though he wasn't talking. Infact he was sure his lips hadn't moved at all. Why was he saying his own name? He opened his eyes and was sure he was dead. He could see his face hovering over himself. This wasn't the norm. Sam sat himself up looking around in confusion.

'Don't freak out Sammy, but that witch? She switched us, I'm you and you're me.' Dean said to his brother still looking confused. Sam nodded, acknowledging he understood.

'What do we do now?' Sam asked looking at his father.

'We sit tight De- uh Sam, I'm gonna give Bobby a call see what he knows, maybe he can help. Don't worry okay, we're gonna fix this.'

Both brothers nodded in agreement. Sam's stomach rumbling loudly.

'Really Dean? You couldn't have eaten before you left?'

'Hey so long as you don't fill me with that rabbit food then were good.'

Sam frowned at his brother. It was strange arguing with himself.

'Dad we gotta stop for dinner.' Sam told his father almost desperately.

John nodded in agreement as the three left the house and made their way to the car. Dean opening the drivers side door.

'Uh I don't think so 'Sammy' nobody drives my car except me' Sam joked to his brother dangling the keys to the Impala in front of his brother's face as he mocked him.

'That's not funny Sam.'

'Stop it, both of you. I'm driving.' John snatching the keys from his son.

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The three hunters entered the small diner taking a booth next to the back exit door.

A waitress came over to take their orders. Both brothers looking at the menu.

'Dean' ordering a grilled chicken garden salad and 'Sam' ordering a double beef bacon cheese burger with extra cheese, a serving of fries, a slice of pie with ice cream on the side.

'Really Dean? You're gonna put that into my body?' Sam asked unimpressed

'Relax would you? It's one meal!'

'Dean, that's like three meals!'

John was now speaking on the phone with Bobby gesturing to the boys he was going to take the conversation outside. The boys waited around bickering at one another until their food arrived.

Sam took a mouth full of his salad before scrunching up his face and spitting it out into a napkin. Dean, burger now in hand about to take a much needed bite looked at the monstrosity of a burger in front of him with sorrow.

'What's wrong with your salad Sammy?'

'It tastes disgusting.'

'Wait a minute, does that mean when we switched we also switched everything about us? Like our likes and dislikes?' Dean asked.

'Probably, I mean to be honest, that burger looks amazing right now and that pie...' Sam's voice trailed off as his eyes focused on the pie in front of his brother.

'No! Uh-Uh, this, this is mine!' Dean bit into his burger before he too spat his food out disliking the taste of the bacon.

The brothers looked at one another as the swapped each others meals around.

'Who would have thought they'd see the day when I ate and actually enjoyed a salad.' Dean said as he took another large mouth fully of cherry tomatoes and spinach.

'Oh my god this is amazing, you know what would go great with this? A beer!' Sam replied in response.

Dean paused his chewing before swallowing now looking at his brother.

'You know maybe this isn't gonna be too bad after all.'

Sam nodded in agreement.

'You know Dean I just remembered something, I've got an English paper due tomor-'

Knowing exactly where his brother was going with this Dean protested the request about to take place.

'Nope, no way! I can't Sammy! I said there is no way in hell that I'd go back to school. Sorry Sam. Not happening.'

'C'mon Dean, I need this it's for at least half my grade, I'll be dammed if I'm gonna fail because my pain in the ass brother wouldn't do this one thing for me.'

Sam leaned back in his chair in defeat. Dean could see his brother was visibly upset.

'Fine, I'll do it.' Dean said under his breath

'What?'

'I said I'll do it Sam, but no more favours okay.'

Sam nodded, just glad he was getting this much from him.

John once again entered the diner. His phone closed in hand.

'So Bobby has a few ideas, he thinks if we kill this witch it should reverse the spell she's got on the two of you. But it's gonna take some special bullets to kill a witch that powerful. Bobby doesn't know how to make them but he managed to track down a few. They're pretty rare to come by, anyway Bobby's gonna come and pick me up in ten. I want you boys to go home and not bring any attention to yourselves okay. We're gonna handle this hunt alone. I don't need you boys getting yourselves into any more trouble.'

Dean felt a deep anger rile up within him.

'Like hell you are! Sammy and I are capable, you know you want us to be these..these soldiers of yours yet when the going gets tough you think you can just take over and leave us out of it.'

Dean was now standing. People from near by tables glancing over, whispering to each other.

'Dean sit down, people are looking.' Sam was leaning over the table his voice barely audible as he spoke to his brother trying to calm him his head gesturing to the people around them.

'Dean, believe me if I could I would have you there. But this...this is my fault..and I've gotta fix it okay, it's my responsibility, this is my hunt.'

The brothers both nodded before John made his way out the exit and entering the truck that pulled up along the kerb.

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'Okay, got your English paper?' Sam asked handing Dean a small pile of textbooks which he stuffed in Sam's backpack.

Dean looking at his brother, less than impressed.

'Remind me why I'm doing this for you again?'

'Because you're an awesome brother.' Sam said sarcastically.

Dean rolled his eyes in response.

'I'm taking the car by the way.' Dean informed his brother.

'You're not touching her!' Sam stopped himself from speaking further upon realising the words that had escaped his lips.

'You feeling alright there Sammy?'

'Yeh fine, just go.'

Both brothers knew they had been picking up each others tenancies and it was a whole new experience for both to feel so passionately about the things they normally wouldn't.

Dean made his way to the motel rooms exit picking up his cars keys as he exited, closing the door behind him.

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The clock struck 12. Sam was sitting in the motel room flicking through the channels when the door opened, his brother entering.

Furious he spoke.

'What are you doing here Dean?'

'Relax okay, I handed your paper in its fine.'

'Yeh but it's 12 o'clock, school isn't even finished yet.'

'That wasn't the deal Sammy, deal was that I hand in your paper.'

His brother had gotten him on a technicality.

'Oh and Sam, that Sarah Watkins, she is mighty fine.' Dean said with a smirk.

It was odd seeing himself make the same facial expressions Dean normally would.

'Dean, what did you do?' Sam asked practically horrified.

'Relax Sammy, I handed your English paper in at 9am told the teacher I wasn't feeling well and I went to leave, I really did, then this girl said hello to me and we spent a bit of time together in the janitors closet.' Dean was smiling again.

'You're kidding me! Dean! You do realise that you're me right? You can't go around doing that!

'Sam, you've clearly got feelings for this girl, I felt it as you, I thought I was just doing you a favour.'

'Well don't, you've done enough favours for me for a life time!'

Both brothers were now standing eye to eye as they began shouting.

'You know here I was thinkin that it'd be nice to see how my freaky brothers head operates but all I learnt was that your an inconsiderate ass!'

'Is that so? Coming from the self centred douche bag! You know once this is over I hope I never have to see your face again.'

'Yeh well good luck with that Sammy because it's your face! Gonna be hard to escape yourself every day!'

Sam didn't know how to respond, he was too angry to argue with words. Fury boiled up within him as he launched his arm back, his hand forming into a fist as he forcefully aimed at his brothers face making contact with it. The body of Sam fell to the ground in a heap. Out cold.

Oh crap Sam thought to himself. He had misjudged Deans 's strength. He didn't know his brother could hit so hard. As Sam crouched himself down to check on his brother he was filled with a familiar electrocution type of energy. Sam reached his hands out to his brother, his hands on his brothers chest as the current flowed through them both as Sam collapsed in a heap on the ground next to his brother.

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Together the brothers regained their conscious state to the sound of Dean's phone ringing.

Still groggy Dean answered the phone.

'Hello?'

'Dean, did it work?'

Dean took a moment to gather his thoughts. Stretching out his free hand looking at the body he now accompanied.

'Yeh Dad it worked.'

'Good, we'll be back later tonight.'

And with that John ended the phone call.

Dean focused his attention over to his brother, Sam's right eye beginning to swell shut.

Dean laughed to himself.

'What?'

'Oh nothing, you know you hit yourself right, thats what you get for not learning how to control your anger.'

'Shut up, its your fault for being such a jerk.' Sam raised his hand to his swollen face.

'Ugh, yeh I need ice.'

Dean rose and stretched out a supportive hand to his brother. Sam accepted it as they brothers made their way to the kitchen. Dean opening the freezer to gather an ice pack for his brother.

'You know I didn't mean the stuff I said right? I was just angry and annoyed with you. If anything you did the stuff I was too afraid to do.' Sam said to his brother not making eye contact. Dean handed his brother the now wrapped up ice pack.

'Don't worry about it Sammy, I'm your big brother I cant always get inside your head but I can always be here to listen okay.'

Sam nodded as he raised the ice pack to his swollen eye. They'd had a rough two days but now they understood each other on a whole new level.

The End... TBC