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: Still working on the next chapter and I'm bringing in some 'items' from S8 though it aint time yet but I'm not following the tv timeline to the letter so expect to find bits of things from different seasons throughout the fic.

Chapter: Familiar Faces

"Swapped." Bobby repeats thinking it through, trying to figure out how this happened. Hell, why would be helpful! He looks at Diana carefully and gets that creepy familiar feeling all over. Her eyes are green but not the same shade as Dean's. Her hair, it's a dark mahogany closer to Sam's shade than Dean's sandy blond. She's still shorter than either of the boys but there's something about her smile that reminds Bobby of Dean. "Well, we're gonna have to find this witch."

"What if we don't?" Diana glances between them.

"Then…" Bobby looks to Dean and Diana can't miss the silence that says they don't want to talk in front of her.

"Hey, I know that look." She points out. Bobby and Dean turn their attention to her. "C'mon, Uncle Bo-." She bites her tongue at the frown marring the old Hunters face and shrugs. "Yes, weird. It's gonna get weirder so let's move on to what you two weren't saying out loud."

The silence between the trio lengthens but Dean finally utters a grumble before turning back to Bobby. "He probably can't anyway." Because Castiel hasn't exactly been in full angel working order and with the leviathans out…. Yeah, the sooner they can get Diana back to her side and Sam where he belongs the better off everyone will be.

"Did you ask him yet?" Bobby scowls. "Or did you drive over here with your girly half swapping stories while your brothers on the other side-." He sighs managing to sound annoyed and mildly disgusted with the thought. "Hell, idjits probably doing the same damn thing."

Diana can't help the laugh and her smile doesn't dim in the least when they both scowl at her like maybe she's not taking this seriously.

"Sammy'd get a kick out of this." Then shrugs. "She'd be royally pissed, yeah but she'd love to see this. You too." She offers with an offhand wave at Dean.

He's so ready to get her out of his hair he bellows out "Cas!" he's mildly pleased when she flinches at his shout. "Cas! Get your ass over here! Son of a -." He scowls and the words are on the tip of his tongue because how many friggin times is he going to talk to Castiel about personal fucking space?

"Where did you …?" Diana looks around trying to figure out where the cute nerdy accountant in the trench coat came from.

"He's an angel." Bobby explains just a little entertained by her reaction- or lack of one.

"Huh?" her brow furrows though her eyes skip over to Castiel and look him over once again with curiosity. Angels…they were the ones Mary had always told the girls would be watching out for them. But Diana had read the lore and she knew angels weren't pretty little cherubs you put on the Christmas tree. Angels were and had always been, warriors. Soldiers following the orders of Heaven. They were the smiting and casting you out of Heaven because you were a douche who dared question the way things were done or you just wanted to know 'why'.

'Like a damn five year old.'

"Ookay." Diana shrugs then leans around to check out Castiel's back.

"I need to find Sam." Dean frowns watching her check out the angel.

"Long story short," Diana cuts him off in that sort of cheery tone of hers he's finding really annoying. "We got swapped. His Sam is with my Sammy. Which is where I belong but I'm here instead." She notices that look on all three, that glassy sort of 'I tuned you out' look she and Sammy get a lot from the guys. "Do I need to translate the girl speak?" she sighs.

"Where is Sam?" Castiel demands.

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"Sam Winchester." Pastor Jim repeats.

"Come on," Sammy groans. "Can we skip the awe and weird, please?"

"Patience is-."

"Not one of my virtues." Samantha replies and gets a reproving look from Pastor Jim. "I'm working on it." She pacifies.

"It's good to see you, Pastor Jim." Sam can't help feeling sad. Just seeing the familiar house had brought on a melancholy that only intensified seeing Jim Murphy. They'd spent most of their life on the road and the few places that had come close to being a home had been with Bobby and Pastor Jim.

"Yeah," Samantha grabs Sam's arm and yanks him to the nearest seat because he's just staring with those big puppy eyes and she's ready to smack him for that alone. "How do I get Diana back?"

"What were you girls doing?" Pastor Jim asks instead. "And have you both forgot-."

"The rule on witches: asking or dealing with them- be wary. No." she sighs. "And it's my fault. Diana didn't want to go but I convinced her and it wasn't exactly a witch like your regular witch per se…."

Pastor Jim closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Diana followed you because you were going anyway. Samantha…"

"Scold me later, Pastor Jim." Sammy begs moving to stand in front of him. "Right now I just want my sister." Her eyes skip towards Sam. "It's not exactly Disneyland on his side. They've got a shi-whole bunch of demons on their as-tails."

Pastor Jim tries very hard to keep the reproving expression on his face but hearing her catch herself mid-curse is amusing.

"I need to get back." Sam states with a note of urgency to his words. He's worried for Dean – leaving him alone to deal with leviathans.

"We should call Bobby. An extra set of eyes and brain is going to be helpful." He turns to Samantha. "Your grandfather could have a way of putting things right-."

"Nope." Samantha shakes her head adamantly. "Grampa is not an option. No way."

Pastor Jim just shakes his head and grabs his phone.

"Wait!" Samantha tugs on his arm. "Bobby's gonna tell Ellen and she'll tell Mom." Her eyes stray over to Sam still sitting where she put him. "It's why I haven't gone home. Not that he's happy about it." She nods at Sam. "You know how they are. And if Di's …"

"Girls…." Pastor Jim sighs. "I'll ask Bobby to come here and help me with some research. In the meantime," his eyes skip to Sam who hasn't stopped staring at them. "Show your other self where to wash up." He realizes that Sam probably knows where everything is considering what he's been told so far about the other reality.

"I know my way around." Sam assures getting to his feet. "Thank you."

"Oh please." Samantha shoves him towards the stairs scowling. "Do you have to do 'the look'?" she demands. "The less it's seen, the better the effect." She snaps. "You're screwing with the way things are done on this side."

"Language!" Pastor Jim calls out.

"Sorry!" Samantha yells back but he can still hear her reply to Sam; "You see what you did, jerk?"

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"So… Castiel." Diana turns in her seat in order to watch the angel. "How come we haven't met you?"

"I'm guessing your version hasn't gone apocalyptic." Dean replies.

"Butt out, blondie." Diana orders. "I'm trying to have a conversation with wings over here." She turns back to Castiel ignoring Dean's glare.

"Wings?" Castiel echoes, blue eyes searching out Dean's who ignores him.

"Well," Diana rests her arm on the seat back, green eyes lightening enough Cas can see the gray in them. "I'm not sure cus you haven't shown them to me but I figure, angel, so… wings. I could think up something else to call you-."

"His name is Cas." Dean snaps. "And you don't call him." One idiot Winchester calling down angels is more than enough.

"So I'll pray." She shrugs. "Will you butt out? I'm trying to make friends here-."

"Friends?" Dean scowls at her. "You're flirting! With an angel!" he points out like she can't see that.

"Dude," Diana straightens up, green eyes narrowed on him. "That's Sammy's thing." She turns to Cas with a smile. "She'd definitely be-."

"NO!" Dean shouts. "Not hearing this! Quit with the – the- just… no. No more … weird anecdotes." He reaches over to the radio and flicks it on hoping there's something that's going to drown out Diana's idea of conversation with an angel.

"You really need to lighten up, bro." Diana smirks and arranges herself properly in the passenger seat. She catches Castiel's eyes in the mirror and winks.

W

"What's he like?" Samantha asks quietly standing in the door to the guest room. "Diana's other half. Your brother, Dean."

Sam chuckles. "He's annoying." Too much time in the impala is never good for them. "He loves classic rock; 'Led Zeppelin rules and Bon Jovi is awesome'. On occasion, according to him." He shrugs at Sammy's look of half amused horror.

"Sounds like Dad." She says and Sam nods agreement.

"He's anal when it comes to the Impala. No dogs allowed and a million other dumb rules I know he makes up on the fly."

"You guys have her?" Samantha moves into the room. "I mean, Dad drives her. Now-still." She stops frustrated at not knowing what tense to use.

"So… he's alive." Sam just nods. He's not asking to see him and Samantha picks up on the silent remorse and anger.

"Diana doesn't get along with him either." Sammy sits at the end of the bed.

"He's a stubborn, hard-headed…."

"SOB?" Sammy supplies when Sam just trails off with a heavy sigh. She nods and leans back on the metal frame of the bed. "Diana would follow him everywhere. They'd work on Baby, she-."

"Baby?" Sam cuts in. "Really?"

"Yeah," Samantha nods, her expression curious. "They named her. Diana…. She was 10 when Dad left. Mom never blamed him for leaving. He just couldn't wrap his head around…the Hunting. After the war… I guess he'd had enough of the bloody side of life." She shrugs.

"So what happened?" Sam nudges gently. He's curious about this version of what their lives could've been like.

"Nothing happened." Samantha sat up, tucking a leg under her. "Dad… he's got normal, now. Mom just… doesn't talk about him. I know she loves him. And Dad …" she glances around the room and lowers her voice. "He loves her. He's just too stubborn and pig-headed plus he's got the normal life with Adam and Kate. Mom's not giving up the life and it's not like Dad's giving her a reason to want to leave us. It's like they're both …."

"Unwilling to give in to the other." Sam finishes.

"Yeah," Samantha sighs. She looks at Sam and finds that wistful look in his eyes she's seen on Diana. He's definitely a Winchester- a weird combination of Diana and herself… "I shouldn't have hit you. Before." She shrugs when he looks surprised by the apology. "I just thought… Dad promised. And I thought he broke it."

"What promise?"

"You're older than Adam and I know Diana gave Dean hell assuming that Dad had been lying to all of us and making a fool out of Mom." She manages a little bit of a smile. "I still think, one day, they'll work it out. And Adam… Mom was hurt. Dad made himself another family."

"Normal." Sam nods understanding.

"Diana won't speak to him. She was…" another sigh and remembering just brings up how not perfect their lives are. "She broke Adam's arm. But she didn't mean to!" she hurries to add when Sam looks up in shock. "I swear, she was just mad and the kid wouldn't stop sneaking out on us!" she's exasperated just remembering the trouble they had trying to keep the kid in the house. "Di set up a net. And Adam…"

"Trap?" Sam questions with surprise. "Like…Hunting?" because he can't believe they would try that. Adam couldn't have been that bad… could he?

"Hey, we tried everything else alright!" she exclaims. "The kid was a friggin Houdini. He's lucky we used a net and not the nares Diana wanted to set up. She was at the end of her rope with him. And he was pushing it, too." She assures. "Uncle Dan had just taught us- never mind." She waves off the explanation and draws a breath. "Di drove us to the emergency room where his Mom was working. Of course she freaked out. I can't blame her but she really didn't have to accuse us of trying to kill Adam. We even tried explaining but… then Dad backed her up. That was the last straw for Di." She shrugs. "Maybe we haven't gone Apocalyptic on this side of the veil but this here? It's not perfect either. We've got our own kraptastic drama to muddle through and way too many relatives to piss off and apologize to."

Sam just offers a weak smile and shakes his head. Nothing is ever perfect and the grass isn't always greener on the other side but he'd give almost anything just so it wasn't the two of them. Even if Dean never says it…doesn't admit it… will vehemently deny it … he wants family more than anything else in the world. Even with all their problems… they both miss John.

"You two look as though some food would help the mood." Pastor Jim says from the door.

Samantha jumps up so fast there's a slight hop to her first step. "Come on!" she calls heading out the door after Pastor Jim. "That's code for he baked!"

"Baked?" Sam wonders as he gets up to follow them.

W

"Where is this place?" Dean questions as they turn up the dirt road.

"Lebanon, Kansas. Didn't you read the sign?" Diana answers distractedly. She hopes it's still there, or at least there in this version.

"It works both ways, Di." Dean points out because he can see that she's anxious.

"Up there." She points. Her frown deepens the closer they get because it looks un-used. "Stop- jeez! Lead foot, bro." she scowls at him, both hands pressed into the dash and thankfully she didn't hit it face first what with the sudden slam of brakes.

"You said 'stop'." He's defensive and unapologetic.

"Get out." Diana sighs and quickly steps out. The creak of the Impala's doors closing echoes along the road. She moves towards the vines and weeds growing over the entrance and starts yanking them out. Dean helps and it doesn't take long before it's cleared. "What the hell… what is it?"

"A door." Diana replies taking the key from the chain around her neck. She wipes at the lock before trying the key.

"No one likes a smart ass, Diana." Dean glares at her back.

"So you don't have any friends?" she smirks over her shoulder at him before pushing the door open. Dean doesn't bother with a retort because once they walk inside he's got a lot more to concern himself with.

"What is this place?" he wipes at his face disturbing the dust puffing up from the floor and the cobweb that catches in his hair. "How'd you know this was even here? Why are we here?"

"Secret lair." Diana disappears into the shadows further in, her voice echoing to him. "For the Men of Letters." The lights come on one at time showing the large room they're in. "They're the other side of Hunters. This place," she throws her arms wide and turns to encompass the entire building. "It's built by them, for them, to do as much as we do. Hunt down evil and stamp it out. We're legacies, Dean. Because of Grandpa Henry."

"Henry who?" Dean strides across the room. "What are Men of Letters?"

"Henry Winchester." Diana frowns. "Didn't John tell you guys?"

"That he ran off when Dad was a kid? Sure." Dean walks past and up the set of steps into the next room.

"He did not!" Diana protests. "I mean…" she grumbles under her breath because Henry didn't run out on John on her side of the veil.

"Different version, remember?" Dean turns back and he's got that damn smirk.

Diana sticks her tongue out at him. It's exactly what she'd to do Sammy and Dean actually cracks a slightly confuzzled grin. "One of these books…" she walks past him to the stack of boxes. She grabs the first one and shoves it in Dean's arms not bothering with the dust on the lid she whips off. "There's going to be something here that will bring your Sam home and send me back."

Dean scans the room, all the dust and the neatness of the dusty room… "Where do we start?"

W

Bobby still isn't comfortable with Sam around. It's weird, catching Sam sneaking glances at Jim or saying something that Diana or even Samantha is likely to say. It's even in the tone he uses and some of his mannerisms- it's just too damn weird.

"Henry should know about this."

"I'm trying to keep the family from killing him." Sammy mutters flipping through the pages of the book in front of her.

"Who's Henry?" Sam wonders looking from the suddenly attentive faces staring at him.

"Your grandfather." Pastor Jim says into the silence.

"He's alive?" Sam is shocked. He'd only heard about Samuel and only then because he'd listened in on John. But Henry Winchester… that was one night John had been uncharacteristically in a sharing mood.

"He's dead in yours too?!" Sammy throws her hands up and gets up from the table. "Is Di safe with your brother?" she demands with worry.

"Dean won't let anything happen to her. I promise." Sam assures though he doesn't miss the look shared between Bobby and Pastor Jim.

"Right." Samantha snorts. "I know my sister and if Dean is anything like either of us… oh lord." She rubs both hands over her face before running them through her caramel locks. She's wishing never having insisted on finding that witchling.

"The Men of Letters have information." Pastor Jim assures.

"They don't." Samantha states dropping her hands.

"And how do you know that?" Bobby frowns, both Hunters staring at Samantha like they already know the answer and Sam wonders why that should surprise him. The girls are Winchesters and have grown up with both men the same as Dean and Sam…

"Because Di and I took it." Sammy mutters.

"Samantha…." Pastor Jim sighs, his look and Bobby's reproving.

"How else were we supposed to find it?!" she demands in protest.

"Start talking." Bobby orders in his gruffest voice.

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