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 maybe I'll be posting on this more often. I am trying.

Chapter: What Wasn't There

The camper with the antennas is an eyesore, no doubt about it.

"We're here." Diana breathes, pulling to a stop in the middle of the road. "It looks…."

"Like a dump." Dean supplies in a sour tone. He's been grumpy the entire ride, more so the moment Crowley decided to tempt his girl-half and she ended up being smarter than he'd been.

"Ass-hat." Diana drives onto the grass and parks. "Don't say anything to Frank. Just stand there and look pretty so you don't end up pissing him off."

"How the hell can I do that?" Dean scowls.

"Oh," Diana shrugs smiling at him. "You're special that way, Dean-o."

"Its Dean." He snaps. "And what makes you so friggin-."

"I have prior knowledge of Frank." Diana cuts in. "I did help Bobby on that Hunt in Fresno. Besides, Fank likes me." She skips the steps and knocks on the door; franksspecial code and she's hoping it's the same as in her version.

Dean looks around, he's not over the fright of believing his girly-half was about to make a deal. He knows how that can go and he's not going to let that be her fate. Whatever he needs to do, however … 'I gotta get her home.'

"Whos there?"

"Hi Frank!" Diana waves at the hidden camera skillfully concealed under the awning. "Nice decoys." She points to the obvious cameras pointed at her and Dean and where she's parked. "You knew we were coming at least a mile back. Bobby sent us."

"Don't know anyone by that name."

"Oh, but I'm sure you do…." Diana smiles. "You couldn't have forgotten about Fresno?" she leaves the question hanging just a second longer. "Because I do. I remember-."

The door bangs open and a pale chunky arm snakes out to grab hers. Diana yelps as she stumbles into the dark interior. Dean protesting the manhandling of his other me right behind her.

"Watch the hands." Dean scowls pulling Diana away from the old guy in 40's glasses.

"Shut the door." Frank orders. He doesn't move, just stares at them. "Who sent you?"

"Bobby." Dean replies.

"Dean." Diana warns seeing the distrust on Frank's face start to change as his eyes narrow on Dean.

"And why would he do that? What do you want?"

"To start," Diana straightens up and takes a step towards Frank. "You can be polite. Sort of, and second, we came to you because we need some help with a Hunt. Sort of."

"Sort of." Frank scoffs. "What 'sort of' Hunt do you think I'm going to help with? I'm not repeating Fresno!" he warns turning away from them.

"What happened in Fresno?" Dean questions them but Diana ignores him and follows Frank.

"Look, Uncle Bobby and this dummy are dealing with some funky monsters that … we don't know what they're planning. And that's where you come in." Diana skips the part about purgatory and Castiel because that's not going to help Frank get on their bandwagon. "You're a genius when it comes to ferreting out information people don't want found."

"People." Frank points out.

"Monsters too." Diana adds with a huff.

"Uncle Bobby?" Frank eyes her. "Didn't know the old coot had any family." He shuffles further into the dark interior of his bat cave. "As a matter of fact," he turns on them faster than they'd believe he could move for a man of his age and size. The shotgun is aimed right at Diana whos insisted on following the crazy old guy.

"Whoa! Put it down." Dean orders trying to shove his way in front of Diana.

"Quit shoving!" Diana orders pushing back on Dean. "And you," she glares at Frank. "Go on and poke around the Web, you already know Bobby has no family and you know who this one is." She jabs a thumb over her shoulder at Dean. "But you got nothing on me so you think I'm some… what do you think?"

"No, no, no." Frank shakes his head and jabs the shotgun closer to them. "You're not asking the questions here."

"Frank," Diana sighs rolling her eyes. "Sonofabitch!" she mutters adding a little stomp of her foot. "Alright, I'm-a give you a sec to rethink aiming your pellet shooter at us."

Frank starts laughing and behind her, Dean is cursing under his breath that his girly-version is some kind of crazy he doesn't appreciate.

"I'm not an alien." Diana huffs and that gets his attention. "Yeah, I figured you were thinking along those lines."

"Alien?" Dean shakes his head. "You're shitting me… no, no you're not." He sighs with frustration but he turns his focus on the old fat guy with the shotgun. "Point it somewhere else or shoot us. Just pick one cuz I'm not -. Whoa, hey!" Dean grabs Diana and tries to cover her when Frank raises the shotgun and looks ready to pull the trigger.

"Quit riling him up!" Diana yells. "Frank, were on the level here. Bobby did send us and we do need your help."

"I think I'd rather shoot you."

"I'm sure you do." Diana nods agreement. "We, however, wouldn't like that very much."

"At all." Dean chimes in.

"We can pay." Diana adds. "As a matter of fact…"

"Oh God." Dean groans. He knows that tone and what's coming is not going to be fun at all.

W

Sam has been thinking about staying.

He doesn't want to go back, not to what they'd had and all the suffering they've lived because of who they were born. He seriously considers staying in this side…. There's no war to fight. There are no demons chasing him. No angels screwing with them. He wouldn't have to be a Hunter- he can finish his law degree. Or not. He could do something else- anything else but at least he'd get a clean slate to start with.

But if he goes back…

There's demons, angels, monsters- Leviathans… And they all have their sights set on the last two Winchesters.

And there's Dean.

Sam remembers bot having a soul. He remembers how tedious it was to fake being 'a real boy' for Dean. And its been just as hard to fake that everything is fine between them, that Sam isn't fed up and tired of being dragged around and ordered to do this and that by his big brother. That they're working towards the light at the end of the tunnel because Sam knows there's no such thing. Not for either of them.

Sam is ready to stop.

Only this time it wont be like before, this time, here, in this reality… there doesn't have to be anything to make up for. There's no penitence to pay, no wrongs to right.

It's a fresh start…

All Sam has to do is … stay.

W

Bobby is waiting for the bickering Hunters to notice him when they walk in toBiggerson's Sizzling' Grill & Bar.

"We shouldn't have left him there." Dean repeats.

"Drop the bone, Dean." Diana huffs annoyed. "We need him someplace we can get to him easy."

"You lied to him!" Dean exclaims because he's damn sure none of the 'convincing' reason she spouted are true.

"Nah-uh." Diana protests.

"Is it?" Dean pauses in the middle of the aisle and stares down at his girl version. She sputters, unable to give him the answer that'll shut him up and knows it.

"It could be!" she scowls and stomps towards Bobby's table.

"Trouble?" Bobby wonders sourly from his seat as Dean takes the empty one.

"She told frank the Bunker is Government proof." He scowls at her. "And then we left him there to do God only knows what-."

"Research." Diana cuts in. "That is what we asked him to do and you know," she draws a breath and points her finger at him. "You don't know Frank-."

"No," Dean shakes his head. "You don't know this Frank."

"Shut up." She sighs. "Can we eat? At least then I'll have some quiet."

"I am hungry." Dean grabs the menu and looks around the restaurant.

"Yo, two of these." Diana snags the waiters shirt as he tries walking past and hands him the little laminated flyer on the table.

"What is that?"

"You'll love it." Diana assures. "Turduken sandwich."

"A what?"

"Dude… you've never had one? Oh-ho, ho!" she laughs. "Turkey, duck and chicken. All rolled into one."

"Hmmm." Dean shrugs. "So, what are we doing here, Bobby."

"Hunting."

W

Silence, like most things in life, doesn't last long. Especially with the words Sam finally spoke aloud to his grandmother and unluckily, words that his other me heard.

She's looking at him like he's grown a third head, arm, leg- whatever. He just knows that 'look' and the one flashing across her face just on its heels because that's the disappointed look he's seen on Dean a lot in the last three years.

"Okay, I heard-." Samantha shakes her head and lets the door shut behind her as she walks into the cabin Sam has been sharing with Ash.

Deana hesitates but in the end decides she's not going to interfere in this conversation … well, unless Samantha decides she's going to beat sense into her boy half.

"I think, I heard the words 'stay here' somewhere in that long-ass tired speech you were just feeding my grams." Her head tilts, eyes narrowed on Sam. "But I must be confuzzled here."

Sam frowns. 'Where the hell does she come up with these non-words?'

"What, grams was your guinea pig? You think her reaction to your big bright idea is -."

"I think-."

"You are not staying." Samantha shoots him down in no uncertain terms. "Not here. Not now. Not ever." She states clearly, her voice slightly rising on each word. "YOU DON'T BELONG!"

Sam glares, jaw clenched tightly.

"And," she points her finger up like she's expecting him to cut in, which is likely considering if she were on the other side and spouting stupidity like it was the smartest ideas in the world ever, is exactly what would happen. "And there's this other thing," she snaps her fingers shaking her head like she's trying to remember something she knows is important. "Your brother." Her eyes lock on his; angry, disappointed, disbelieving and just a bit surprised. "Dean. He's on the other side."

"So is Diana." Sam points out. "You think doubles in the same reality wont screw something up?"

Samantha looks at him aghast. She even takes a step back from him. "Listen you big bumbling jerk; don't try college speak with me. You might've gotten away with that before but I'm not Dean. And you're a friggin drop-out!" she points out. "Don't play the 'breaking laws of physics' or universe krap either. As far as I know the only Winchester with a degree is the one talking!" she glares at him. "And you're pissing her off."

"Don't do that." Mark warns from the door. Both Sam's turn to him and find Deana with her arm hooked through Mark's, both watching them.

Sam just sighs. "It was…" he looks at Samantha and shakes his head. "It was just an idea." He walks out leaving them to their family meetings.

But that idea … its one Sam is seriously considering making happen. He knows Dean wont need him… Not with Diana and Samantha in his place.

Because for all Dean's insistence that they're family, that family sticks together … Sam doesn't believe it. That's not the real reason- but with the girls … Dean wont need him anymore. He'll get a 'Sam' and he'll have a double of himself so really, Dean's getting more than he had.

Sam knows he's never needed Dean as much as Dean has needed him.

W

So the Jersey Devil wasn't a devil. Because lately, its all about the Leviathans. Granted, watching Dean 'mellow out' on the gray goo turning regular folk into 'things' was kinda fun, for about a second. And the almost dying in a burning building coulda been fun. Still, she's not too happy about the loss of all those stoned people they couldn't save.

"Not done moping yet?" Bobby's gruff voice brings her back from the thoughts in her head. He's had close calls before, all sorts of monsters taking a piece of his hide but this time… Bobby can't shake the feeling this time should'a been permanent.

"Just thinking." Diana replies. "And its not always a good thing." She sighs, drops her book on the table and stands up. "Alright, what are we doing?"

"We?" Bobby makes a point to take an empty chair at the map table. "Doing?"

"Uh," Diana looks around and finds the Bunker is feeling suddenly emptier than its felt since they moved in. "Leviathans, big secret plan to take over the world and … well, here I'm just filling in the blanks but 'secret plan' usually involves 'enslaving mankind'." She shrugs and waits for Bobby to agree. She's also hoping to hide the fact she's been sneaking around looking through the 'forbidden' texts trying to find a way home.= that doesn't involve a demon or some sort of deal.

"You and Frank," Bobby leans back in the chair, studying her.

"Uuhh," Diana frowns. "No. Not 'me and Frank', Uncle Bobby." Because that would be gross and in no way 'fun'.

"You already knew about Frank." Bobby decides to ignore her attempt at levity, ignoring that its along the lines of something that Dean would do and its disconcerting. "You knew about the Bunker and the Men Of Letters…"

"Yeah…?" Diana takes her seat again and wonders where he's going with this. She hopes its not what she's already thought about- hell, her being in their verse is already all kinds of bad when it means breaking the laws of physics. Diana wonders how long it'll take the universe to implode because of this swap-

"There's no Henry Winchester here." Bobby points out. "No way I can see these boys would have ever known about the Men Of Letters or their place among them."

"Except… me." Diana nods, understanding. She also hates having to lie about what she already knows, because giving them bits and pieces seems to be slowing down this impeding 'universe combusting' she's dreading.

"What else are you changing?" Bobby wonders eyeing her with interest.

W