Title: The Swap

Rated for: T

Genre: Family, Friendship, Adventure,

Fandom/Universe: Supernatural

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel / Pastor Jim, Mary Campbell, Samuel Campbell, Deana Campbell, Christian Campbell, Mark Campbell, Gwen Campbell, Henry Winchester, John Winchester, Adam Milligan, OC's - Diana & Samantha Winchester.

Pairings: NONE

Spoilers/Warning: Mentions or info of some episodes through all 8 seasons. This chapter is taking place in S7.

Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended.

Summary: They were looking into a forbidden hunt – as per usual.

Status: in-Progress

Author's Note: so the pics- in order, Dean, Sam and beneath Samantha, Diana. So Diana gets to hang with Dean for a bit. While Sam gets to meet some old 'friends'.

Chapter: The Road So Far…

"Huh."

That's not the reaction Dean was expecting. He's told her everything even though it goes against his need to keep their lives personal.

She's normal.

Human normal at least. They've both made sure they aren't something other than human.

"That's it? "Huh"." He frowns.

"Yeah." Diana moves to the door and yanks it open. "Now get me some proof."

"Proof?" Dean echoes and turns towards the door. "Of what?" he follows her outside to where Sam and he had parked the Impala. "We salted and burned him."

"You really want me to believe Mom died in a freaky fire, that Dad saw some- what? Shadow? – and then went around asking questions that, by the way, only get you a room in the nut-house, and was "embraced" by the Hunting community?" she scoffs pausing on the trail to look at Dean. "Puleeze. Biggest load of bull I've heard since Dad tried to 'explain' Adam. Now you-."

"Adam?" Dean grabs her arm before she can start walking. "Adam Milligan?"

Diana doesn't yank her arm from his hold, he's not about to hurt her and the expression on his face just feels so familiar…

"Why does it sound like you already knew?"

"We've met." Is all Dean says before he drops her arm and starts walking.

"Hey," Diana hurries to keep up with his longer stride. She caught the expression on his face; sort of guilty and angry all at the same time. "I was a total biatch. Don't feel bad for giving the kid grief. He grows on you besides, he's probably the only one who's gonna turn out 'normal' like Dad wants."

"Right." Dean avoids looking at her but she grabs his arm.

"You know," Diana pulls him around to get a clear look at his face. "It's totally weird. And I'm creeped out by this- trust me. Now, what aren't you telling me?"

"Yeah," Dean agrees with a frown furrowing his brow. "Weirdly creepy." He mutters but still doesn't admit to anything. "Got no idea what you mean."

"I'm a good liar." Diana smiles. "Fantastic. Really, and I always know when I'm being lied to. Call it a sixth sense. What-ev." She shrugs good naturedly but Dean knows it's anything but. "But you … yeah, I'm not even questioning how I know you are lying. So." She drops his arm and hooks a thumb in the back pocket of her jeans. "You think that's your best choice right now?"

There's silence between them before Dean clears his throat and he's so totally weirded out by this whole conversation.

"Adam died 3years ago. Ghouls wanted Dad, got Adam instead."

"Dude," she frowns. "You guys just can't get a break." She's counting them out on her hand. "Mom, Dad, Adam… What about our cousins? Mark, Gwen, Christian?" she can't miss the guilty uncomfortable look on his face. "What!? Anyone else? Is there anyone else?"

Dean draws a breath but she doesn't give him a chance to answer.

"You know the Harvelle's? Pastor Jim? Rufus! And Caleb? Bobby ….?"

"Bobby' still here." Dean jumps in when she starts to look ready to cry, not that she doesn't already.

"I want to see him." Diana demands and when Dean doesn't move she grabs his arm and drags him along "Right now!"

W

"Mom…" Sam breathes softly. "She's alive?" and the hope lighting his face puts a frown on hers. It's just too much like looking at Diana- not that she and Sam look the same but there's something.

"Is this a freaky OuterLimits episode?" she does it again, runs both hands through her hair and holds on for a second before letting the caramel locks fall. "How the hell did it do this? How'd it know? I mean we weren't -."

"I want to see her." Sam has that excited puppy tail wagging thing going even though he tries to contain it.

Samantha laughs. "Yeah, 'Hey Mom? Meet your "son". He's from an alternate reality or dimension or something'. Come on!" she glares at Sam. "Are you stupid? I can't take you anywhere near my family!"

He doesn't miss the distinction, more separation from his and hers.

"Please- I… I want to meet her." He takes another step towards her when she turns away from him.

"Look, I get your missing… I don't know." She turns towards him dropping her hands with obvious frustration. "Mary Campbell is not your Mom." Her eyes narrow on Sam. "She's mine and Di's."

He doesn't expect the palm shoving at his sternum. "Are you fucking kidding me?! You're giving me 'the look'? Me?!" she points an indignant finger at her chest. "I invented that look!"

Sam looks sheepish and draws back from her. "What look?" he feigns ignorance.

Samantha draws in a breath, hazel eyes hard. "Dead." The single word and tone kinda have Sam's heart stuttering with the threat. "You listening? Because they will shoot first and forget to ask questions…." she grits her teeth at the hurt coloring his features. "Look, maybe Uncle Bobby can-."

"Bobby Singer?" and hope lights him up yet again.

"He's not in your… whatever?" Samantha feels her heart clench painfully.

"No-yes, he is. I'm just… its-."

"Weird." Samantha interjects. "Creepy, jump in anytime."

"Yeah," Sam agrees. He runs a hand through his hair, expelling a breath. "Is there anyone else?"

"You wanna compare lists?" Samantha crosses her arms and leans on the door. "You start."

"There aren't many left." Sam hesitates because really, there's no one left and it's safer for other Hunters to just keep their distance from them.

"Who do you know?"

"We spent a lot of time at Pastor Jim's place when we were kids. Blue Earth…?" Sam gets a nod from her. "Is he…?"

"You saying he's dead?" Samantha questions feeling her heart ache with the loss though she knows better. "Who else?" she demands at his nod.

"Caleb, Rufus," Sam notes the recognition on her face at their names. "Ellen-."

"The Harvelle's?!"

"And Ash." Sam agrees gently. "The Road House burned down. A lot of Hunters died."

"What!" Samantha exclaims. She jerks into action as though it's happening now and stops herself, because she knows they're all alive, they're all just a phone call away from reassurance that this- whatever Sam's story- is not hers.

"We've been fighting a war…" Sam admits and he can't hide how tired he feels. Guilty as well, he's as much to blame for all the trouble hounding them as anyone. Maybe more so… hadn't it all started because of him? YED wanted him and Mary had been in the way. Jess had been a distraction until she'd also been in the way. John died saving Dean but if it hadn't been for Sam there wouldn't have been any need. So many sacrifices, so many people hurt or dead and what for? Was the price of one really worth the pain of many?

Sam knew the answer but he was selfish enough to still want to live.

"What the hell is wrong with your side of the veil?" Samantha glares at him. "How can they all be dead? All of them….?" Because its not easy to believe when she knows a simple phone call can reassure her its not her reality. "Mom, Dad…my grandparents- any other Campbell's?"

Sam remains silent.

"Who?" she demands.

He hesitates. "Mark…" he sighs. "Dean…killed Gwen. It was a hunt-."

"Are you shitting me? That no excuse!" Samantha yells. "You don't go killing off family!"

"Samuel didn't have a problem doing that." Sam snaps in return. Its not all their fault. "He wasn't too broken up about leaving us with demons-."

"See?" Samantha jabs a finger in his direction. "There. You've got no family, apparently no allies or friends and what… I mean demons?" she shakes her head and once again runs both hands through her hair. "You're fighting a war-. You need to start from the beginning, Sam." She rolls her eyes. "And that is just too damn weird."

"Because Samantha isn't?" Sam retorts. How many times did his brother tease him by calling him that? And how is Dean dealing with Diana?

W

"Don act… weird." Dean shifts in his seat trying not to look at her. 'Sister. From an alternate reality.' No one would believe it.

"Shut up." Diana gets out ignoring Dean and looks up at the house. Its nowhere near her version-. "So, he's alone?"

Dean has no trouble hearing the sad note in her tone or even catching the emotion crossing her face.

"Didn't Ellen ever…?" she looks to Dean hoping.

"Bobby and Ellen?" he looks surprised but he thinks about it and finally a grin spread on his features.

"They're happy." Diana's brow furrows in a slight frown watching him. She knows what he's thinking and that's too weird to even go there. She turns back to the run down house. "Jo loves Bobby as much as she did her Dad." She shakes her head. "I don't like your version."

"…'S the one I got." Dean states gruffly. "Come on." He doesn't wait for her to follow but she's at his side. Once inside he spares her a glance but she's too busy looking around no doubt taking in the differences from her version. Dean wonders how Sam is getting on with Samantha and wants to laugh but the seriousness of the situation takes care of that.

"Bobby!" Dean yells moving through the hall way and further into the house. "Hey, Bobby!"

"Back 'ere!" the familiar voice is accompanied by the sight of a faded blue igloo vest and the truckers cap. "You boys get-."

Dean glances over his shoulder and spots Diana hurrying into the kitchen, hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket. "Uh,"

Dean clears his throat and Bobby looks from him to the girl – well, young woman- at his side wondering if Dean's decided to bring 'home' a fun buddy. Dean just wishes Diana would wipe off that damn grin.

"Dean." There's no mistaking Bobby's tone or the expression that accompanies it.

"Hi." Diana jumps in. she's trying hard not to run up and hug Bobby like she usually does. "I'm Diana Camp-." She bites her tongue belatedly but doesn't drop his gaze. "I'm Diana."

"A Campbell?" Bobby grouses at Dean. "Where's Sam?"

"We think…" Dean's glance slides over to Diana but she's still smiling at Bobby.

"With Sammy." She notes Bobby's confused look and reminds herself this isn't their Bobby. "My sister."

Bobby takes in Dean's heavy sigh and the muttered curse, he looks at Diana and frowns wondering why the girl looks familiar and doesn't like the feeling he's getting.

"Start explaining." He barks.

W

"So…huh." Samantha takes it in, her boot scuffing at the packed dirt floor because what the hell? "Mom makes a deal. She dies and you get some freaky mojo because of the demon." She doesn't hide the yuk face because having someone or something's blood to drink is just gross not to mention unhealthy. "Dad goes psycho cus that's… I mean you guys live out of the Impala!" and she's shaking her head again because John is still driving it around. "And you're off doing your thing while Dad's still chasing that thing. Your girlfriend is killed same as Mom and you drop out of law school to hunt? You guys opened the DevilsGates? And lost the Colt? The Colt?" she's shaking her head again because it's just too incredible to be true. "I can't believe it's real." She mutters. "Uncle Dan never even mentioned it."

"You knew Daniel Elkins?" Sam wonders in surprise though getting the Colt would help.

"Duh," Samantha straightens. "We had to learn about vampires from someone. Uncle Dan would take us for the summer every year for a couple of weeks. Diana was better though…he passed away last year. Heart gave out."

"Do you have the Colt?"

"It's myth." Samantha frowns at the look Sam gives her. "Hey, just because it's in your …. whatever, doesn't mean it's here. All our friends and family are alive." She points out.

"Not all." Sam reminds. She scowls.

"No one likes a smart ass, Sam."

That gets a chuckle. "That's something Dean would say."

"It's weird." Samantha agrees. "Because you sound like Diana sometimes…. Who's older?"

"Dean." Sam answers. "By 4years."

"Huh, Diana too." Samantha frowns. "You think it's maybe why you two got switched?"

Sam shrugs. "I don't even know what happened. We were looking for-." He looks at her again, wondering if maybe it hasn't been too easy to tell her pretty much everything though he's left out Ruby and Dean being the first seal or the leviathans they're trying to figure out how to kill.

"Secrets, Sam-Sam?"

"Sam- Sam?" he echoes with a slight frown.

"I'm Sammy." She states. "You get Sam-Sam." She grabs the door handle and pulls it hard to get the warped plank open. "We're going to need help getting you and Di back to where you belong… its beyond our ability alone."

"Who do you have in mind?" Sam wonders walking towards the door.

"An angel would come in handy." She rolls her eyes. "Figgin angels!"

Sam smiles amused, he cant help finding similarities between them that make him feel a little more at ease than he normally would in such a situation.