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: Okay, its not the complete chapter I had planned but I just wanted to put this out there. And, uh, deanstheman ... you might wanna skip to the end here =D
Chapter: The Hunt
Diana lasts a little more than a week before she's done pretending that Rufus' old cabin doesn't make her miss the Bunker. And her room. And the industrial kitchen. And real TV …..
Bobby comes back from his food run scowling at the news he's only just hearing about when he spots Diana hefting a large duffel to the Impala. She doesn't seem to have any trouble with it, waving a hand in his direction when she's done and walking back into the cabin before Bobby's out of his car.
"What are you doing?" Dean's rough voice clearly travels to Bobby as he hurries to the front door.
"What's it look like?" Diana replies as Bobby steps into the doorway. He sees her grabbing another duffel and start to drag it over to the door.
"You going somewhere?" he asks standing in her way.
"Me?" Diana shrugs and pauses to grab a breath and looks around the cabin. "Not that there's anything wrong with Rufus' cabin, Uncle Bobby, it's just …" she sighs. "We're going to need more."
"More what?" Bobby asks.
"Room." Diana replies as if that should be obvious. "Food." She glances over her shoulder at Dean with a slight smirk. "Things to keep that one busy." She hooks a thumb over shoulder and looks at Bobby again. "So he doesn't decide to sneak off and do something stupid. Like break his other leg."
"I'm sitting right here." Dean grouses. He's been suffering boredom, sitting there like a log with nothing to do but read the books Diana keeps shoving in his face.
"Good." Diana turns, smiling. "You heard me." She pats his head as she walks past, disappearing into the bedroom.
Dean swipes at his head, glaring over his shoulder where Diana is out of his sight and turns to Bobby. "She's driving me nuts."
"Better her than the body snatchers on a killing spree." Bobby walks in shutting the door behind him.
"Wha-?"
"Hey," Diana comes back and moves right past them to the door with a box in her arms. "Come on, let's hit the road."
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It's an old campground, now a Hunter compound that looks full of 'guests'. As they drive in, Sam spots the sign at the gate; Camp Chitaqua. He glances around trying not to be obvious but he knows what this place is – or what it could have been if Zachariah and the Angels had gotten their way. Beside him, Samantha keeps her eyes on the Range Rover in front of them, Mary leading them to the main lodge. In the back seat, a heavy groan and some moans announce their passenger.
"Huuu…we there yet?"
Sam sees the crack of a smile ghost over his girly-half's mouth. It's gone just as fast, replaced with a soft frown.
"Right on time, Ash-man." She flicks her eyes into the rearview mirror and catches sight of the mullet. "You might want to tame the Mohawk on your head. Do me a favor and try not to blab about my clone."
"Right on …" Ash breaks into a yawn but gives them a double thumbs up.
Sam chuckles. They drive past a row of cabins set near the water, the lazy porch facing out to catch the sunsets. There's a break between them and Sam gets a glimpse of a dock before the horn from the Range Rover draws his attention to the large cabin they pull up to.
"It's the second biggest in the compound." Samantha explains as she pulls up next to her Mom. "It's a new addition; The MOL Library, weapons, ammo and dojo."
"Dojo?" Sam echoes and has to scramble out of the passenger side to catch Samantha. "You said 'Dojo'."
"Duh," Samantha rounds the front of the car, her eyes skipping past to where Mary is waiting on the wrap-around porch.
"You're here!"
"Charlie girl!" Ash grins at the red head bouncing by the railing with a grin.
"That's Charlie." Samantha points to the girl Ash hugs. "She's our tech-nerd, all the fancy lights and aps at the Bunker? Her idea. Ash played an equal role in getting everything upgraded. Now both libraries share a brain." She smiles and gets a hug from Charlie once they reach the front door.
"Charlie?" Sam echoes because he's only heard Samantha mention one Charlie…
"I already know." Charlie grins, eyes bright with excitement. "Another you and a boy you!" her eyes skip over Sam. "Its so awesome."
"Oh, nice." Samantha rolls her eyes. "Does everyone know about Sam?"
"Anybody in particular you wanted to keep in the dark?" Charlie's face sort of shifts into a crooked smile that's a bit apologetic.
"Chris." Sam breathes seeing his cousin steps onto the porch.
"Uh, hi." Chris tries to keep his face from showing too much of his thoughts- like how weird it feels. "Come on in." he motions them inside. "We've been waiting."
"God, just kill me." Samantha sighs though she allows Charlie to push her into the library.
"They aint gonna bite." Ash assures patting Sam's back and giving him a little push to get him moving.
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Diana pulls up to the Bunker door and parks for Dean's benefit and he knows it. He chooses to ignore the fact she's still treating him like an invalid and hobbles his ass out of the back seat of his Baby while Diana walks over to the door.
"What is this place?" Bobby frowns at the open door Diana is standing in.
"Men Of Letters bunker." Dean gruffs. "Told you we're legacies. Seems Henry Winchester was a different kind of Hunter."
"No," Diana shakes her head. "Pops is not a Hunter and he doesn't appreciate being confused for one."
"He aint here to bitch at me." Dean snaps and starts inside.
"Ooh, bitchy aren't we?" Diana notes without hiding her little smirk. She winks at Bobby allowing him to walk in before her. "I was here the first time you saw the Bunker." She hurries past and finds the light switch so they don't trip on the way down. "It's pretty bare now." She says noticing the wary expression on Bobby's face. "That table in the center," she points the softly lit map. "Clark, Scott and Robinson were marking locations. My grandfather was standing here. He'd been expecting you." She smiles and points to the overlook balcony Dean ran up after making a ruckus and breaking her concentration just a few weeks ago. "I was up there – sitting with my legs hanging through the railing, reading. I remember because-."
"The bedrooms are through there." Dean cuts in and juts his chin to the door across from them. Which is the same direction he's wobbling in.
"I was speaking." Diana points out with a frown.
"You do a lot of that." Dean retorts.
"Are you hungry?" Diana sighs. She follows him into the hall with Bobby chuckling behind them. "Are you in need of a hit of bacon fat?"
Bobby gruffly covers his amused chuckle avoiding Dean's glaring eyes.
"Don't worry Uncle Bobby." Diana pushes open the first door they come to. "We can clear out all the boxes. I'll help you with that as soon as I get Baby into the garage. Let's park your charger too."
Bobby's surprised little frown gets a negative shake from Dean's head and a careless shrug before he's crutching down the hall to his own room.
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"We found the book-."
"We?" Mark questions and gets a glared scowl for his trouble.
"I." Samantha corrects ignoring the smile her cousin puts on. "I found the book by accident."
"Oh please." Chris snorts, shaking his head.
"Can I finish?" Samantha demands and waits a minute for them to all settle down. "It wasn't hidden, it wasn't locked up, it wasn't anywhere I wouldn't have seen it right off the bat. The more I think about it, the more I'm sure the book was sitting there for me to pick up."
"Are you going all girl on us right now?" Mark demands and gets a kick from Gwen.
"Charlie's fond of your nuts, do you really want me to bruise them she can't enjoy them for a while?" Samantha glares.
"Please don't." Charlie leans forward on the table. "I have plans-."
"Charlie!" Mark protest because he can already hear Christian laughing behind his hand.
"I am going to start putting you all in corners." Mary warns them.
"Not before I take a piece from someone's hide." Samuel's voice draws all eyes to him. "You want to tell me why I have a missing granddaughter and I find out about it from your ex-husband?" his eyes land on Mary who stands up to face him. Behind her, Gwen, Mark and Chris try and pretend they aren't listening while Ash and Charlie watch.
"Grandfather," Samantha stands up and moves to stand beside her Mom. "Its my fault-."
"I don't care whos fault it is." Samuel's attention shifts from Mary to Sammy. "And your grandmother would like to see you."
"Oh." Samantha clearly wilts and Sam is taking in the situation feeling more and more like an outsider.
"We didn't want to worry you before we had a chance to figure out what happened and what options are available to us." Mary defends.
"I spoke to Henry." Samuel states. "He hasn't found anything to switch this one with our Diana." He motions to Sam and his eyes linger a little longer on him. "Now, what were you Hunting, Sammy?"
They take their seats, Samuel at the head of the table while Mary takes the seat beside him.
"A witchling." Samantha sighs moving to the chair beside Mary. "We-I, I found the book at the Bunker. I was reading about the witchling and the Hunt-."
"Wait, was it a book or journal?" Charlie interrupts.
"It's a book." Samantha states. "Pages on the inside with writing."
"Don't be a smart ass, Sammy." Chris sighs.
"Can I finish-?"
"Writing like regular print or writing like someone actually wrote it. With a pen. Or pencil…" Charlie shrugs trailing off at the looks from Mary and Samuel.
"Very old print." Samantha admits with a sigh. "It could have been from a journal- what caught my attention was the location. I mean, we'd been there before. When I told Diana she wasn't interested in following an old Hunt."
"With good reason." Mary frowns. "Why don't you ever listen, Samantha?"
"Mom…" Samantha trails off, her eyes sparkling with tears she's holding in.
"Why a witchling?" Chris wonders.
"Why not?" Gwen shrugs. "It's one more thing that doesn't belong here."
"That's a biased opinion." Sam protests. There are eight sets of eyes on him and that feeling of exclusion is much more present. "Not everything we Hunt needs to die."
"You mean," Charlie's brow furrows with the idea. "There are good monster?"
"Yes." Sam assures. "My brother and I, we've met a few-."
"Son," Samuel interrupts. "The only good monster, is a dead one. Now, can we focus on how you are returning to your version and we get our Di home?"
It's not even a question and they all know it.
"What were you doing when this happened?" Mary notes the hard line of Sam's jaw and the reluctant expression on his face.
"We were on a Hunt."
"And?" Mark pushes when Sam doesn't offer more of an explanation.
"And I ended up here." Sam replies.
"There's what happened between the time you 'were on a Hunt' and 'ended up here'." Gwen points out. "That's the part we want to know of."
"We were looking for something…" Sam looks down at the table. The one thing he hasn't told Samantha is the main thing they were looking to find a chink in – something that would give them a leg up on the Leviathans.
"You better start talking." Samantha warns. "My sister is on your side of the veil and I'm tired of you hiding what else is on that side. Sam!" she slams her fist on the table, hiding the wince because it certainly hurt. She's not letting him off the hook anymore, she can't.
"I heard demons killed my Mary in your version. You can't start there." Samuel quietly but firmly orders.
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Aziraphale is reluctant to part with one of his books.
"Zira!" Crowley sighs exasperated. "It's not even one of your misprinted Bibles."
"It doesn't make it any less valuable." Aziraphale who pouts. "I've spent a great deal of time building my collection."
"You run a bookstore." Crowley points out.
"I don't actually sell my books." Aziraphale admits and sits in the brocade chair across from Crowley.
"Listen, we need to set things right." Crowley picks up his teacup and takes sip. "We can't have two version of the same Winchesters in one reality. The entire ineffable plan is liable to implode itself and then what's to be done?"
"It wouldn't implode." Aziraphale protests though weakly while holding the book in his lap.
"You're sure about that?" Crowley comfortably sits in his chair and finishes his tea.
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"So." Diana hops over the couch and plops on the opposite end while Dean tries to watch Oprah.
"I'm busy." Dean mutters without looking at her.
"Clearly." Diana agrees. "Doesn't mean I'm gonna stop asking you about the Leviathans but I will start praying for Cas and when he shows up I'll just ask him."
"No." Dean turns towards her. "Diana!"
"Oh Castiel, angel with the prettiest blue eyes I've seen. I'm praying you come down here -."
"Diana!" Dean makes a grab for her but his leg impedes his move and Diana decides to taunt him by sitting on the arm of the couch, just out of his reach.
"Please, Castiel. I really need to talk to you about Dean-."
"Damn it!" Dean scowls though he laughs when Diana yelps and slides off the arm rest but he scowls when Castiel catches her.
"Huh, all I had to do was mention you." She smiles at Dean. She pats her hands over Castiel's and uses him to help her off the couch. "I've got some questions your friend over there doesn't want to answer."
"Don't Cas!" Dean huffs and hobbles to his feet. He's ready to chuck the damn cast, screw the three days left as an invalid. The itching is killing him even more than Diana has annoyed him. She's got Sam's eating habits and Dean's love of pies! She has Sam's brains and Dean's snark and 'tude. She has that same desire for approval that Dean had with his Father. Their only difference is that Dean gave up striving for it. Diana still has that glimmer of hope.
"Leviathans." Diana grabs Castiel's arms and looks up at him. "…"
Castiel walks over to the TV and flips the channel. "You haven't seen this?" he points at the screen where a fully healed version of Dean and a supposedly traded out Sam were on a killing spree.
"Damn it, Cas." Dean sighs, dropping to the couch.
"What the hell." Diana stands in front of the TV, arms crossed listening to the reporter gleefully report about the two maniacs shooting up diners, banks and gas & go's. "So I take it this is what Uncle Bobby meant when he said he had to 'go take of some business'?" she glares at Dean, glaring at the TV and Castiel. "What. The. Hell!" Diana throws her arms up and fully faces Dean. "Agh!" she knows the stubborn 'I'm not saying shit' look on his face and kicks his cast.
"Whoa!" Dean grabs at his leg, glaring up at her though it really didn't hurt him any. "Cas, get this thing off me." He demands.
"Touch it and I kick your ass too, blue eyes." Diana threatens and keeps a grip on Castiel's trench coat.
"Cas." Dean glares between them, incredulous when Castiel doesn't move.
"It's called boobs, boy-bits." Diana taunts. "I want some straight answer Dean. I'm not taking this shit anymore and I'm not pretending you guys aren't lying to me. You wouldn't know about the Men Of Letters if I hadn't brought you here. And you wouldn't have the resources the Bunker gives you WITHOUT ME!"
"We don't know how to kill them!" Dean yells right back. "You think we're gonna have another car to drop on top of them?" he demands.
"Has it fucking occurred to you we don't need a car?" Diana releases a frustrated breath, let's go of Castiel's trench coat and runs both hands through her hair. "We have a Goddamned library full of books on all sorts of fucking monsters. You think that just maybe, you would have thought 'oh, Diana may know a book that has something we can use on these shark-faced mother-fuckers that just wont fucking die like regular monsters!" she drags in a breath and holds up a hand when Dean stands up and opens his mouth. "Just… right now, I need to be away from you."
"What?" Dean looks confused and ticked off all at once.
"We need a time out, Dean." Diana replies using her 'I'm really trying to be patient' tone that Dean hates. "Because stupid doesn't have to run both ways. And right now, you're stupid is getting contagious."
"Stupid!?" Dean splutters. "Hey!" he calls after her but Diana ignores him.
"I'm sorry." Castiel apologizes. "I thought you should be aware." He glances to where Diana has her back to them muttering under her breath. "For her safety, and yours." He ads looking abashed.
"Her safety?" Dean scoffs. "Are you shitting me? I've got leviathans wearing my face, killing people-not just people but in every friggin town we've ever worked a job-."
"Dean-." Cas tries once more to apologize without success.
"Don't. Because instead of listening to me you made a deal with a demon. You thought you knew best, you didn't trust me." But it's not just Castiel that Dean is reprimanding because there are things he wants to tell Sam too.
"Hey," Diana glares at them. "Quit bitchin' at wings-."
"He's not your friend!" Dean yells.
"Fine!" Diana yells back. "You don't want to share-."
"Please-."
"You stay out of it." Dean orders.
"Don't take out your anger on him. You're the one who broke your leg and you're the one lying about what's really going on like I'm some- some… girl."
"You are a GIRL!" Dean yells.
"You're a fucking girl!" Diana retorts but she slaps her palms on Dean's chest and sits him forcibly on the couch. That's a lot easier with his cast making him unsteady.
"NO." Castiel grabs Diana's arm, his eyes blazing up bright blue.
"Hey!" Diana yelps at the pressure Castiel's grip exerts on her arm.
"Cas, no!" Dean protests, trying to grab the trench coat before Diana ends up a burned out husk.
"What gives? Cas!" Diana grabs at his wrist but that doesn't make the pain lessen. "You're hurting me!"
"Let her go, Cas!" Dean pulls himself up and shoves his way between Diana and Castiel whos eyes start to flicker.
"What the hell is going on here?" Bobby's voice echoes in the Bunker. He takes them in with a glance and hurries into the living area, dropping the box on the map table. "Are you two enjoying manhandling a girl?" he demands reaching for both Castiel and Dean.
"Goddamn it!" Diana exclaims. "I'm not just a fucking girl!"
Both Dean and Diana stumble when Castiel lets her go. Dean's cast makes him clumsy and he stumbles. Diana tries to hold him up and ends up providing the something soft he lands on.
"Sonofabitch!" Diana breathes while smacking at Dean's side to get him to roll off her. "You're like a load of bricks."
"I'm … sorry." Castiel apologizes.
"Not so fast." Bobby grabs his trench coat. "What the hell is going on here? I leave for a few days and you all-."
"I smacked Dean." Diana admits getting to her feet. "Here." She holds out her hand to her boy-half and drags him off the floor. "He and you, have been lying to me. What don't you get? I am a Hunter. This is my life. Neither of you is going to make me change it. Dad couldn't-." she bites her lip and crosses her arms in a stubborn pose very much like Dean's.
Castiel eyes her forearm; he can tell it pains her though she refuses to let it show.
"Hey." Dean steps in front of Diana when Castiel moves towards her.
"I don't-."
"Would you leave him alone?" Diana smacks Dean aside until he's not putting himself as a wall in front of her. "It's fine." She assures Castiel who glances at Dean and belatedly at Bobby when he reaches for Diana's arm. "Really."
There's a part of her brain telling her she's stupid to get so close to the angel when he's not all there but she's going to trust that he wont kill her while he decides if she's a threat or not. 'Not that I can't be a threat but I'd rather Cas didn't assume I am just cus he's wonky in the head.'
Castiel gently pulls up the sleeve and sees the red welts on her forearm. He looks upset and quickly wings out leaving Dean with questions and more concerns about the angels stability.
"Alright." Diana quickly hides the welts ignoring Bobby's curious look and cutting into Dean's demand to see her arm that she knows is coming. "I want to know what we're going to do about these clones walking around shooting up places you and Sam have been to. And what is in that box?" Diana points to the box leaking all over the table.
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Castiel turns quickly, the laugh ringing close to his ear taunts him and the face morphing into jagged rows of teeth shifts until it looks the most like Dean.
"You don't like this one?" shark faced Dean smiles. He points behind Castiel and watches the angel glance over his shoulder.
"You like me." Diana grins showing her teeth and Castiel swipes at her with his fist.
"Now, now, Casie." Shark-Dean taunts appearing at his side. "Is that any way to play nice with Dean? Right," it laughs. "You have a version of your bud you can snuggle up with."
"Mmm, snuggle up or have him smite me?" Shark-Diana appears at his other side. "You could do more than smite, angel. You could do -."
"You're not real." Castiel steps away from the Leviathans.
"Oh, he's catching on." Shark-Dean winks and both morph together into one large Leviathan.
"Hello, Castiel." Dick show a brilliant smile. "You know, all our success is due to you."
Castiel frowns.
"You made this possible. All of it." Dick steeples his hands, eyes intent on Castiel. "Had you been an obedient little soldier … but you, you chose to rebel. You didn't follow your orders and you dared …. Yes, you dared to think yourself a God." Dick shakes his head tisking at Castiel while circling the angel. "You derailed the apocalypse. That's alright though." He looks around and takes along breath before looking at Castiel again. "I can clean it up. I like what I see, Castiel. So much … potential."
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The book is open on the map table. Dean on the opposite side of the table from Diana with Bobby at the head.
"I should've stopped her." Diana shakes her head, eyes locked on the book. "I knew it was hinky the moment we pulled up."
"You remember anything specific?" Dean looks up from the table, his hand reaching for the book.
"Do you?" Diana narrows her eyes on him looking for the lie.
"Sam walked in first." Dean is going with the truth this time around. "Whatever it did, it sorta tilted my world-."
"Vertigo." Diana agrees. "I felt it too."
"Yeah, I could tell." Dean nods. He got a very ticked off girl in his face out of that Hunt.
"Before you two start acting like five years old fighting over a cracker," Bobby eyes them. "How 'bout we get back to this book." He pulls it away from Dean and flips a few pages.
"What about it?" Diana sighs. "It's not in there."
"You brought me here looking for this." Dean still doesn't like that she was using him.
"You got a lot more in the bargain so I wouldn't bitch about it." Diana retorts. "And as for being used somehow, I doubt I'm the first." She makes her yuk face too much like Sam's. "And not how you'd normally get used. Yugh."
"Quit screwing around." Bobby orders. "This Hunt, why were you after it?"
"Sammy had the bright idea." Diana replies throwing her hands up with exasperation. "She found the book and got it into her head the witchling wasn't gone. This dumb ass let it live." She flips at the book knocking it across towards Dean,
"So, she what?" Dean frowns. "She was gonna find it and kill it?"
"Sammy?" Diana scoffs. "Are you shitting me right now? What the hell would your Sam do?" she demands, resting both hands on her hips looking at him like he's been hit in the head one too many if he's asking her that.
"Right." Dean scoffs. "I'm the heartless killer in this duo."
"Ditto." Diana agrees.
"When you two are done commiserating let me know." Bobby plops down in the chair and grabs the book to look through.
"You don't put up with our Sam's 24/7, Uncle Bobby."
"What she said." Dean nods.
"It's not that we don't love them." Diana quickly corrects.
"Cus we do." Dean jumps in. "We do a lot of stupid things-."
"Lot of stupid going on with you two." Bobby agrees. "Specially the past few years; making deals-."
"Fine." Dean cuts in. "We get it."
"Oh, trust." Diana assures turning to Dean. "I've been doing a bunch of reading. Carver Edlund. Ring a bell?" she can see the moment he clams up and that soft stain across his cheekbones is all about embarrassment. "Very interesting and I'm only in the first half. Got me thinking of a friend of mine and her love of fanfiction. You know what else I've started reading up on?"
"Oh God." Dean chokes and just hopes she's not reading –
"There's a whole lotta Destiel, and eew, slash fics- don't these people care they're hooking up brothers?"
"Apparently not." Bobby chimes in from his seat.
"The others aren't so bad. I like this one writer– DeansTheMan. Although the visual of you and Sam sharing the OC in the back of the Impala-! I had to picture me some Christina Slater."
"Dean's the man?" Dean echoes though he's got a slight smirk playing around his mouth. "Bet it's a chick."
"Look up Touch of an Angel." Diana recommends. "I've certainly gotten curious about-."
"Stop." Dean shakes his head, hands slapping against his ears because he certainly doesn't want to hear what ideas his girly-half is entertaining.
"I hear there's a lot of interest in Destiel fics." Bobby notes flipping through the book in his hands.
There's surprised silence from both D's.
"You aint the only ones kin read." Bobby gruffs.
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