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. Good Omens and all related characters belong to Neil Gainmann and Terry Prachett. No infringement intended.

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

Status: in-Progress

Author's Note: Posting again with some more Good Omens and I've got a couple of notes for the next chapter with some familiar faces. I'm wondering if there's anyone in particular you all want to see show up in future chapters? Some kind of scenario maybe?

Chapter: Temper, Temper...

"No way." Samantha shakes her head, arms crossed over her chest and the same stubborn pout from the time she was old enough to understand what 'No' could get her, on her face.

"What's the big deal?" Sam demands.

Henry and Bobby watching them both are taken aback by the similarity in both versions of their 'kid'.

"Uncanny." Henry utters under his breath.

"Uh-huh." Bobby agrees wearing a soft scowl on his face.

"Big deal?" Samantha scowls. "If you're 'on the road'," she mocks using air quotes. "You aren't looking for the answer on how to get your big ass home! That's the big fucking deal, Sam!"

"She's gonna hit the idjit." Bobby warns.

"He'll be fine." Henry assures. Neither man makes a move to cut into the argument. "He's big."'

"Don't mean she can't knock him on 'is ass." Bobby gruffs under his breath.

"I'm not deaf, you know." Samantha turns on them, visibly lowers her voice and moderates her tone to something close to respectful. "I can hear you guys. And I'm not taking him anywhere."

"Its not like something is after me." Sam huffs. Which is actually nice for a change- not having to look over his shoulder and worry about what evil thing is going to come out of the shadows to try and kill him.

Or Dean.

"Yet." Samantha snaps at him. "By your own account, the krap that follows you and your brother-."

"Doesn't exist here." Sam cuts in. "You're as stubborn and pigheaded as Dean!" he snaps showing his own frustration.

"Well neither of us is as whiny as you so you must have gotten that-."

"Whiny?!"

"Oh, did I stutter?" Samantha steps into him, her fist smacking at his chest. "Whiny, selfish, jerk."

"What?!"

"You want more?" Samantha threatens. "I heard enough and that selfish streak takes a whole new level. Half the shit you pull on Dean I wouldn't even consider doing to Diana. Nor would she try it on me. You think I want to be stuck with you? Ha!"

"Samantha!" Henry finally jumps in. His disapproving, stern expression effectively cut whatever words she's about to toss out at her boy-half. "You've said quite enough, young lady."

"Come on." Bobby snags Sam's sleeve and starts for the doors. "You both need a time out."

"Yeah," Sam stomps out of the Bunker with Bobby hurrying to catch up and grumbling about how it's usually not so difficult to keep up with the girls and their way shorter stride. "What the hell is her problem?" Sam demands once they step onto the dirt road. "I didn't ask for this. Hell, I'd be -." Sam stops. His scowl turns away from Bobby and locks on the tree line.

Where the hell would he be?

With Dean.

That's a given. But what would they be doing? Chasing down leviathans. Looking for clues- any answer, just something that can help them stay afloat. He's been trying to find that in the Bunker without success and you'd think that in all those books there would be someone who at least wrote a sentence that somehow includes 'to kill a leviathan'.

"Be …?" Bobby urges. But Sam stubbornly refuses to say anything. "Home?" he tries again because that's the one thing the girls haven't had to worry about ever. They have more than one, and plenty of family. A very significant difference and Bobby is happy that his girls haven't had to live the life their other-me's have lived.

Sam snorts. "We don't have a home."

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Henry gently turns Samantha until she faces him. She's holding back tears but the clenched hands give her away. He's seen this side of her before, when it was John leaving that she didn't understand and then again when Adam was born and it became a reality that Samantha's dream of having her family one again would not come true.

"I know you're concerned for Diana."

"It's been three weeks, Pop." Samantha spits past her teeth. "Mom-." The first tear falls and she hastily raises a hand to wipe it away like it never was. She's not about to cry, to show any weakness or allow despair to win because somehow, someway, she will get her sister back. 'I'm going to make this right.'

"I understand why you don't want to tell your Mother. No news sometimes is better than bad news. But," Henry sighs. "Samantha, you can't take out your worry on Sam. He's out of time as well. He doesn't belong here anymore than Di belongs over there."

"I know that." She stamps her foot which brings a ghost of a smile to Henry's mouth. "I know, but taking that dumb ass on the road -."

"He needs it, Sammy." Henry rests both hands on her leather-clad shoulders. "Being cooped up here… you remember what that was like."

She rolls her eyes, hating the reminder and the fact that Henry is – as always – right.

"Spend a few days at The Road House with Bobby, Ellen and Joanna Beth." Henry orders in his best 'I'm not giving you an order voice but just do as you're asked'. He knows the girls don't like half the stuff he asks them to do but they do it anyway.

After a fashion.

Henry knows they do as he asks because they love him.

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They've been riding in silence the past four hours with nothing but the radio playing the same Zepp tape.

"Enough." Diana pops it out of the player and tosses it to the backseat.

"Hey!" Dean protests, and the grab he makes for the tape as it sails into the back earns a smack.

"Eyes on the road, hands on the wheel, dumb ass." Diana scowls. "You think I want to die this gorgeous."

Dean is taken aback by the comment very much something he'd say to Sam knowing how it would annoy his brother.

"All of this," Diana waves a hand over herself, all 5'3" of slim, honey waves of silky long hair and hazel eyes. "Deserves to be appreciated a whole lot by an equally gorgeous man."

"Oh." Dean scrunches his eyes at the image she's putting in his head. "God. No."

Diana laughs but after that short burst of energy, once again there's not much conversation going on the way to Bobby's house. The fact he hasn't answered any of Dean's calls the past hour have him speeding down the highway like the hounds of hell are on his ass.

'Uhh… bad analogy.' Diana frowns out the windshield.

"So."

Dean rolls his eyes, uttering a heavy sigh under his breath. "Can you just shut up."

"What crawled up your ass?" Diana huffs with annoyance. "And died." She adds when Dean opens his mouth to reply.

"You know what?" Dean starts because he's had enough of her and the smart ass remarks and the – the – the innuendoes – its like she does it on purpose! And always about Cas! Its like she knows about the damn freaky slash fics; 'Destiel.'

"I know lots of things, Dean." She smirks. She wants to laugh when he flinches. "I graduated top of my class. Language major." She winks. "Нејзините забавно да одиме на нерви на ебам од тебе."

"What?" Dean frowns.

"Καταλαβαίνω γιατί Samantha αρέσει."

"What the hell did you say?"

"その本当の素敵は突き棒あなたにこのくらいのことができるということ。"

"Alright, enough." Dean orders.

"You gonna come out of that funk now?" Diana doesn't look as though she'll get tired of 'poking the bear'. "Look, you've been a grumpy bitch and while I definitely want to get my cute ass home in one piece that's not gonna happen without the witchling. So." She tucks her leg under and uses the door as a backrest. "How 'bout 20Questions while your lead foot breaks the speed limit. Awesome. I'll go first." She smiles not giving Dean a chance to respond.

And that's how its been the past week. Dean moody and silent. Diana forcing herself to be upbeat and cheery to hide her own fear of actually being stuck in his sand box.

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It hasn't changed at all. The same faded sign above the wooden slats darkened with age and the elements -.

"Home sweet home!" Samantha calls to the Road House. She slams the van door closed and heads into the bar without a backwards glance. Not that she's said much to him during the ride because Samantha has taken to ignoring him.

"Well, come on." Bobby heads towards the building wondering why he ever listens to Henry Winchester.

Sam's eyes skim the inside of the Road House, finding everything just the same as his version – only still intact.

"Robert Singer." Ellen smiles, hand resting on her hip while she crooks a finger at Bobby. "You're late."

"You can blame it on the Winchesters." Bobby replies, accepting a kiss from his wife.

"Which one?" Ellen retorts. She looks around, her eyes resting on Sam a little too long before moving on. "And Diana?"

"She- uh- she's…" Sam struggles to find words, his eyes skipping to Samantha still ignoring him and he knows he's fidgeting too much it isn't making them suspicious.

"Some help over here!"

Sam is relieved. He hurries over and takes the three boxes of beer from Jo who gapes up at him, surprised.

"Hi." Jo smiles. "Thanks. I couldn't see over the top. Put 'em here." She waves towards the bar where Samantha has taken a seat at the far end.

"Jo-." She starts hoping that an introduction will head off more questions, though she doubt they'll be that lucky.

"Hey," Ash strides over from the pool table. His eyes studying Sam a little too closely. "Do I know you?"

Samantha snorts, shakes her head but Ellen adds her own observations, glancing between the pair as if she's figured it out.

"Yeah, you look a lot like John Winchester." Ash grins, nodding his mullet.

The startled look on Sam's face puts a scowl on Samantha's. Not to mention the screaming silence coming from Bobby.

"John Winchester…?" Ellen's eyes narrow on Sam.

"Oh you-!" Samantha jumps to her feet and strides over to Sam. She knows exactly what Ellen is thinking because it was her first thought upon hearing Sam say his full name. "Sure, you have no problem using my 'look' but to make up a lie on the spot and you stutter worse than a mooning teenage geek." She looks at him with disgust. "Mathleet."

Sam frowns. She manages to make it sound dirty.

"Alright." Ellen pulls herself to her full height and looks at the assembled group. "What the hell is going on?

"This is Sam." Bobby sighs but he knew it wasn't going to take Ellen long to see what Henry, Pastor Jim and the few Men Of Letters stationed at the Bunker saw when Sam and Samantha were in the same room. They somehow synced up. It was weird. "The alternate version of Samantha."

The silence in the bar lasts about the length of three heartbeats before Ash breaks it with a "Cool!"

Ellen is doubtful. And she has no hesitation in voicing her concerns.

"Not cool. I got him," she hooks her thumb at Sam. "Instead of Di."

"What?!" Ellen exclaims. She's watched both girls grow, summers spent with her and Bobby at the Road House or the Yard. Jo visiting with them while Bobby and Ellen both went on Hunts. All three girls training together- like sisters. If something happened to either of them… "Where's your sister?"

"Calm down." Bobby orders with little effect because he's ignored.

"Does Mary know?" Ellen demands of them both.

"No!" Samantha quickly jumps in. "We are not telling Mom"

"Your Mother is going to be worried-."

"That's why we're not saying anything." Bobby repeats.

"Robert Singer." Ellen warns.

"You find this funny?" Jo watches the wistfully amused expression freeze on Sam's face. The last time he saw the Harvelle's they blew up a hardware store and died.

Because of him.

All the krap that's come to them has been because of Sam in some way.

"Uh- No." he shakes his head, well aware of how they can take the smile on his face just seeing them all again. "Not at all. Its juts…"

"He's been geeking out." Samantha states rolling her eyes. Sam glances at her wondering why she's coming to his rescue. "Apparently everyone in his sand box is dead."

"Oh… God- Diana!" Ellen gasps.

"Is fine." Sam quickly assures. "She's with Dean. My brother." Is quickly tacked on because Ellen gives him that familiar look- or rather the one she gave Dean whenever he got 'funny' ideas about Jo.

"Diana's other version." Samantha explains. "We got our boy-selves. Woo-hoo." She pumps her fists in the air sarcastically as she heads back to the bar. "Awesome." She grabs a beer from the boxes on the counter and twists off the cap.

"Brother." Jo nudges Sam's side. "What's he look like? This boy version of Di." She looks at Sam, studying his face and finding similar features but most of all; "You're eyes match."

Sam pulls out his cell phone and quickly scrolls to a current picture of Dean laying on the hood of the Impala- unaware of Sam taking his picture.

Jo takes the cell phone and scrolls through the rest of the pictures without asking his ok and laughing halfway through. "Hey," she grins looking up at Samantha. "They are so like you two." She holds up the phone for Ellen to see the prank pics of the brothers.

Samantha hops off the stool and stalks over to Ash. She grabs his arm and glares over her shoulder at Sam. "Come on." Ash stumbles alongside her, shrugging a shoulder to a scowling Ellen. "I've got some stuff for you."

"Quit supplying his pot! Samantha!" Ellen yells to the retreating pair.

"Pot?" Sam echoes. He looks to where the side door slams shut. He worries that her version of Ash might be sick-

"Recreational." Jo assures noticing the look on his face. "He's not dying or anything."

"Unbelievably." Bobby grumbles. "It actually helps him focus."

Ellen huffs, scowls at the door and shakes her head. "If it's going to help get Diana back here-."

"Please, Mom." Jo rolls her eyes. "Hunting you're okay with. I mean, kill a monster, sure. But don't smoke out, cus that's bad."

"Alright you two." Bobby steps in before the Harvelle women really get started. "Jo, take this one-." He glances at Sam and away quickly- uncomfortable with the wounded puppy look he's seen too many times on Samantha. "Just take him."

"Don't gotta ask me twice." Jo quickly drags Sam towards the back of the bar.

"Oh lord- NO sleep overs!" Ellen yells after them.

"They're old enough to know what's what, woman." Bobby grabs her arm when Ellen starts after Jo and stops her.

"She's liable to do him just to piss me off, Bobby!" Ellen exclaims.

"Wouldn't take much." Bobby agrees.

"And what does that mean?" Ellen turns her body towards Bobby, all her attention focused on her husband.

"Means you two got each other's number." Bobby engages without hesitation. "And you're not calling Mary." He warns. "Or the Campbell's- any of 'em."

Ellen opens her mouth but she closes it without uttering a word. She scowls at Bobby but he doesn't cower easily. "Fine." She agrees but Bobby never said anything about calling John.

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Crowley tried to make nice with that … thing. It wasn't going to make any difference, a Leviathan wasn't going to like him; fallen 'angel' though technically he sort of … wandered out of … well it was just to see what all the fuss was about, really. Crowley never actually really fell out of it anywhere. Its all about perspective- depended on the individual's point of view, really.

He mainly put himself in that car just to annoy it, the Dick Roman Leviathan. Even if Aziraphale doesn't want either of them to interfere in the plan.

"That infernal 'ineffable plan'." He sighs under his breath. But its Crowley's job to bring evil to the masses and he's done so in many miniscule ways since … uh … well, a very long time now. The problem with this century, or rather, with the last few decades, (30) to be exact, is the Winchesters.

"Zira…" Crowley drops into the leather chair that creaks comfortably with his weight. He can drop the U.S. version and revert to his usual silk suited, glowing eyes and slightly snakey mannerisms. "You have anything to drink?" he stared down at his feet, wiggling his toes so the whole leather shifted- each scale seeming to mold around his toes. Just a trick of the eyes perhaps?

"I've put on a pot." Aziraphale replies as he turns from the bookshelf where he's looking through the collection of Infamous Bibles he'd collected over the years. "You seem rather morose today."

Crowley shrugs. "I've had that meet with the Leviathan." He looks up, brow furrowed, annoyance clear on his face and voice. "They've mucked it up this time, Zira. Leviathans?" he shakes his head. "I didn't think he had it in him, really."

"Do you remember I once told you-."

Crowley sighs resting his head on the leather of his chair. "That conversation on 'free will', 'ineffability', genetics maybe?"

"It's all the same conversation in the end, isn't it?" Aziraphale took the empty leather chair across from Crowley. "We are here once more. This time they've managed to thwart the Final Test. They did come very close to the end but it seems these are determined to circumvent the ineffable plan."

"And what of Castiel?" Crowley crosses his legs, hands laid on his knees. He doesn't even want to talk about how the Winchester let Lucifer walk free but happily it was only a short visit.

Aziraphale sighs, casting his eyes on the planks of dark wood beneath his feet. "My young brother… he's been influenced by these young ones."

"But you're not supposed to disobey." Crowley points out. "You said so yourself. Of course," he sighs resting his head on the chair once again. "Cas did spend quite some time with the Winchesters." He peeks at Aziraphale from the corner of his eye. "They were bound to rub off on him, especially the older one. Dean."

Aziraphale shakes his head. "The Leviathans were your idea." He points out.

"Mine." Crowley has to agree because he certainly did 'tempt'.

"You'll admit," Aziraphale continues. "You are good at tempting."

"And you will admit that I did say they don't have to say yes." Crowley points out. "It's the ineffable bit. You said it yourself and you aren't allowed to disobey."

So he still doesn't understand why Castiel did when he'd been following his orders- albeit reluctantly- from the start.

"He pulled the idiot out of Hell, Zira!" Crowley exclaims getting to his feet. "Do you realize how close it all came to being finished?"

"Of course I do." Aziraphale rose as well. "Its what he was told to do and angels do not disobey."

"Sure." Crowley huffs. "You do remember big brother Satan."

Aziraphale just set the newly poured tea in the cup by Crowley's chair.

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-Translations-

Macedonian-It's fun to annoy the fuck out of you.

Greek-I get why Samantha likes it.

Japanese-That it's real nice being able to goad you this much.