Author's Note: A bit of a twist on an old classic. Enjoy!

Time isn't on our side
All we have now
For the rest of our lives
Let's stay up all night

In the silence you stare at the world
Your eyes are screaming to be heard
I want to learn you inside out

All that changes is time
Can't keep you inside of me
You're out of my mind
I wear you on my sleeve
In the silence you stare at the world
your eyes are screaming to be heard
I want to learn you inside out

I see all that you want to be
Look into your soul
Looking right back at me
I want to learn you inside out

MONSTER MOVIE MADNESS

Three Days Earlier

Ohio

Beth's POV

There was a certain level of geniality at our table this evening which had been hard won considering I was still feeling a fair amount of disappointment in Sam's attitude the last few weeks. I looked across the table at Jo, who had joined us for dinner, and contemplated the change she seemed to have made on Sam's mood.

"So, Jo... what are you doing in Cleveland?" I asked, watching her as she turned to face me.

"I picked up a job, ghost in this old lady's house – turned out it was her long lost husband from the war," she said with a shrug. "Problem was his body was never recovered from where he died."

"So how did he come to be haunting her?" Dean asked around a mouthful of tasty moo shu.

"Hitched a ride on his wedding ring, one of his comrades brought it back with him," Jo answered and I raised an eyebrow. That was kind of creepy.

"So he's been hanging around for like what? Thirty years? And now he gets problematic?" I asked, not really understanding why it took so long for the woman to have a complaint.

"Yeah, well she's recently started seeing that friend in a more than friendly way if you get my drift now that his wife has passed on." Jo shook her head with a smile.

"Heh, some people, amazing how they don't move on, you'd think if you were dead, you're dead. Move on man, she's out of your zipcode," Dean said without thinking and I stared at him, amazed at the crap that came out of his mouth sometimes.

"Hmmm, I seem to remember you having a different opinion when it was your ass on the other side," I said with a grin and he paused, frowning.

"Uh, that's different," he said, taking another bite of food and chewing away.

"How so Dean?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrow and the older brother paused again, thinking it over.

"Well, because... in our wedding vows we didn't say 'til death do us part. Which kind of means we're stuck with each other for all eternity now," he said and I laughed.

"You make it sound like a punishment," I commented and he shook his head.

"Uh-uh," he said, kissing my cheek quickly. "I'm down with that, you know the only punishment that could be given me is being separated from you," he added and I chuckled.

Jo rolled her eyes while making a gagging sound and Sam snickered. "That is so pathetically lame Dean; you're losing all your bad boy credibility you know."

Dean shrugged and chuckled, tossing a smile at me that warmed my heart. I leaned over and kissed him, licking along his tasty lips. "It might be schmucky, but it was a good save," I said with a smile.

"Excuse me," said the owner of the little Chinese restaurant we were sitting in. "I take your plates now?" We nodded and she picked up the empty plates. "You want tea and our special fortune cookies?"

"Yes please," Dean said, still chewing on his food and nodding.

She brought back a plate of fortune cookies and Dean quickly cracked his open, reading the fortune inside.

"'You have a fine capacity for the enjoyment of life. A pleasant experience is ahead: don't pass it by.' Well, I like the sound of that," Dean said with a grin, shoving the entire cookie in his mouth and munching away.

"Are you going to eat yours?" He asked me and I shook my head.

"Save it for later, you're bound to get hungry on the trip," I said, and he looked at me curiously.

"What trip?"

"We're going to Pennsylvania," I said, looking over at Sam who was rolling his eyes.

"This is a waste of time," he said. Jo laughed and snatched the fortune from Dean's hands.

"Oh I don't know, sounds to me like it's exactly what the Chinese fortune ordered," she said, looking at Sam with a raised eyebrow.

"Wait, what? Where are we going?" Dean asked.

"Oktoberfest," I said with a laugh, and his eyes widened as he turned to me.

"Really?" He asked and I nodded, pulling a newspaper article out of my pocket.

"Surprise. Oktoberfest and vampires, good times all round," I said, pointing to the article where a young woman had been killed, supposedly by a vampire.

Dean snatched up Sam's fortune cookie instead and cracked it open. He read the paper and then grinned, leaning over to kiss me softly.

"Well so far we're two right," he said and I raised an eyebrow questioningly. He handed me the piece of paper in his hands and I read it. ''If you never give up on love, it will never give up on you.' I laughed and caught cheeky hazel eyes looking at me.

"Very true," I said with a smile and we waved at the woman for the check. I pocketed my cookie and looked over at Jo who was reading hers.

"'If you eat a box of fortune cookies, anything is possible,'" she said, raising an eyebrow.

"Good point," Dean said, standing up and going over to the woman at the counter, he had a bit of a laugh with her and then she nodded, going into the kitchen. He handed her a large bill from his wallet when she returned with a small box of sugar doughnuts and a box of fortune cookies. He came over and handed the cookies to Jo. "There you go, only one way to find out," he said with a chuckle. Jo laughed and shook her head.

"That's okay, I don't need to accomplish the impossible," she said and Dean chuckled.

"You never know," he said, and bit into one of the doughnuts, dropping sugar all down his chin and t-shirt. I shook my head and laughed at him, some things never changed and Dean's love for food had only gotten stronger since he'd returned from Hell.

"So, Pennsylvania huh?" He asked and we nodded at him. "Well then let's go!"

We all stood up and Sam cleared his throat, looking down at Jo. "Actually, we're uh, we're gonna hang around here for a few days. Why don't you two go and check things out and we'll join you for the hunt once we know what we're up against?" Sam said.

Dean raised his eyebrow at Sam, and then looked at Jo, getting a cheeky expression on his face. "Yeah okay you two, whatever, if you want to miss out on Oktoberfest, that's your thing... Beth and I are going, this is gonna be fun!"

As we left the restaurant I saw Jo slip a hand through Sam's arm and smile up at him and I paused. Well that's interesting. For the first time in a long while I saw Sam actually genuinely smile at someone.

"Hey Dean," I said softly, pulling him ahead of them and wrapping my arm around his waist so I could lean in to him. "You think something is going on with those two?"

"God I hope so," he answered, kissing my neck. "Maybe she'll teach him to lighten up a little.

"Yeah, but... really?" I asked, a little surprised. After all, Jo had been crushing on Dean from the day we met her, so to have her change so suddenly was strange.

"Yeah, I think something happened between them when we spent that New Years at the Roadhouse," he said quietly, glancing back at Sam and Jo who were walking slowly behind us, lost in conversation.

"Why do you think that?"

"Because one: it was New Years, and they were both alone and spent the night sharing a room; two: he is a guy and she's not exactly hard on the eyes; and three: when she came to the wedding she wasn't all hung up on me like she usually was, and she was laughing and joking with him," he said. "Pretty sure they shared a room that night too," he added with a raised eyebrow.

"Really?" I asked with a laugh. "You know you just sprouted a whole bunch of girl stuff at me right?"

"Oh guys pay attention to it too, don't you worry," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "We're just not as obvious about it."

"Is that right? And just where were you the night of our wedding that you noticed them sharing a room?" I asked, thinking about it.

"Hey! Man has to pee sometime!" He said, grinning at me. I laughed.

"There was a bathroom in our motel room," I pointed out and he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah okay, actually I was checking on the car because I heard these two drunks walking past and didn't want her damaged," he admitted.

I raised an eyebrow. "And they were the drunks?" He nodded in response.

"Watched them groping and kissing each other all the way into Sam's room," he said with a grin, sliding his arm around my waist as we reached the motel just down the street from where we'd eaten. He took out a key and opened the door to our room, waving back at Sam and Jo. "We'll see you guys in the morning," he said with a grin, pushing me into the motel room. "Time for dessert!"

I saw Sam roll his eyes as Jo and he walked past the open door, and then Jo smiled up at him and he seemed to soften. I sighed, I was still beyond angry with him but I'd been trying to let it go for Dean's sake, he had such hope that Sam was going to come out of this all right. I was a little less optimistic after the things he had said – they were deep rooted and didn't go away overnight. Just the same, I hadn't seen Jo around for a while, so maybe that could play a key role in Sam getting over the whole Ruby and playing with his powers period.

Dean seemed to read my mind on the Jo front because he walked into the bathroom, washing his face, and called out. "She disappeared for a while because they had a massive fight just before I died." he said.

"How do you know all this?" I asked, standing in the doorway and crossing my arms.

"I listen, sugarpie," he said, grinning at me.

"You didn't tell me," I said.

"Well, I was kind of in Hell," he said.

"Well that's hardly an excuse, and you didn't go to Hell for months after the wedding," I said with a soft laugh, wrapping my hands around his waist and leaning against his back, planting a kiss at the base of his neck.

Dean turned and wrapped his arms around me, leaning in to brush his lips softly across mine, moaning a little and leaning into the kiss when I ran my hands up along his chest to his jaw.

"Which reminds me," he said, "we have a lot of time to make up on that front."

"Yeah?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. He nodded and leaned in to me, kissing the curve of my neck.

"Oh yeah," he murmured, his hands sliding down my back and under my jeans, stroking along the rise of my buttocks. I groaned and pulled him tighter into me, my hands running through his hair as I pressed my thigh in against his groin.

"I take it you're feeling … good?" I asked, trying to keep the worry out of my voice that the last few times we'd tried to get intimate he'd had a panic attack.

"Yeah, I do," he said quietly, kissing my shoulder and tugging at the ends of my t-shirt. "I feel really good tonight."

A few hours later

Beth's POV

I walked in from the bathroom while Dean was busy rummaging through my jeans.

"What are you doing?" I asked curiously, raising an eyebrow in his direction.

"I'm starving!" He said, looking up at me and then pulling the fortune cookie from dinner out of the pocket.

"You had all those doughnuts," I pointed out.

"Gone," he said.

"What have you got tapeworm?" I asked, shaking my head. He chuckled and broke open the cookie, pulling out the fortune.

"Maybe," he said with a grin, shoving the cookie into his mouth and then opening up the fortune to read it. "Huh," he said around a mouthful of sweetness.

"What?"

"'You will see things through the eyes of your lover,'" he said after swallowing the cookie and taking a sip of beer from the bottle by his side of the bed. "What kind of a fortune is that?"

"A lame one?" I asked with a grin, hopping into bed and leaning over to kiss him.

"No kidding, I know you so well, there'd be nothing to learn," Dean said with a grin.

"Oh really? You think so?" I asked lightly, laughing softly as he pushed me down to the mattress, pinning my arms and trailing his lips along mine.

"Mhmmm," he said, teasing me with his tongue. I groaned, he might be right about that, he did know me extremely well.

I hooked my leg around his waist and pulled him in snuggly against me. "Well okay, Mr Knows-me-so-well, what am I thinking right now?" I asked with a grin and he chuckled, starting to slide his hand down along my side, massaging my skin.

"You want to sleep," he answered and I laughed and nodded. "Well too bad, I have better plans," he countered and leaned down to catch a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it firmly and causing me to arch in the air with a shallow gasp. Oh it was great when he was in a good way, I was starting to hope that maybe we were through the worst of the Hell flashbacks after the last few hours.

Next morning
Motel Room

Dean's POV

The first thing I felt like doing when I woke up was to pee. Groaning, I pulled back the covers and padded into the bathroom, rubbing at my eyes. What a night, I was exhausted, but God I felt good. I flipped the switch on the wall and blinked with the sudden light, focusing on my reflection in the mirror. Big brown eyes stared back at me and I froze. Brown?

I was awake instantly, looking down and seeing soft, petite hands. When I looked up in the mirror it was Beth's face staring back at me. I blinked, and then I pinched myself. Ow! Damn. No, come on. That doesn't prove anything. I'm dreaming. This is definitely a dream. I thought to myself, shaking my head and pinching myself again. Wake up! Suddenly I didn't need to pee so much anymore, breathing seemed to take a priority over that.

I pulled on a robe over my… well my naked breasts, and I turned back toward the door. "Beth?!" I called out. "Baby you awake?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I heard a scream sound from the other room and I ran out, ready to attack whatever was in the room, picking up my gun from the side of the bed as I spun around, looking for the attacker.

There was nothing. And then I saw myself climbing off the bed, wrapping the sheet around my naked body and I froze. Holy mother of God. I thought. Oh this better be a dream.

When hazel eyes turned to me, the me in the sheet started to scream again and I hurried around the bed, only to have me back away against the wall, whimpering.

"Shhh!" I said, reaching out my hand. "You'll wake everyone up!" I added urgently, but it was too late, Sam was already barging into the room, gun drawn.

The other me shrieked again at the intrusion and Sam looked frantically around the room for the reason for the screaming.

"What the hell guys?" He asked finally, lowering his gun when he saw me holding mine.

"Dean?" My doppelganger said to me, and I frowned.

"Beth?" I asked, taking in the way he was standing, not the way I would stand at all, but the sheet, the way it was wrapped up around the chest and under the armpits, just the way Beth did it after a night of... I shook my head.

"Oh this is not a good dream," I muttered and Sam frowned.

"What are you talking about Beth? You're not dreaming, we are wide awake," he said, looking at me.

"Beth?!" My doppelganger said. "I'm Beth!"

"What?" Jo asked, coming into the room a little late for the whole showdown. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh shit," I said, and Sam raised an eyebrow at me. "Son of a bitch!"

I crossed the room and took my face in my hands and searched the eyes in front of me. They were green, like mine, but there was something else there. A glimmer: something that wasn't me. Something I loved more than I loved anything else in the world.

"Beth?" I asked softly and she nodded, tears coming to those green eyes.

"What's going on?" She asked, and I frowned, shaking my head.

"I dunno..." I said, looking back at Sam and Jo who were watching us in total confusion.

Sam frowned. "You know, maybe we should leave you guys..."

"No!" I said, shaking my head and holding out a hand to him. "No, we need you, Jesus... this is not good, this is really not good."

"What's not good?" Jo asked, frowning at us now too.

"Uh, look, I'm not Beth," I said, looking at them and they both raised eyebrows at me.

"Then who are you?" Jo asked with a snort.

"Dean," I said, and she rolled her eyes sceptically.

"Yeah, right," she responded.

Sam was watching us intently, taking in the way we were moving, the things we were saying, he knew us better than anyone.

"Sammy... you see it don't you?" I asked as Beth started to breathe a little faster and then sat down on the edge of the bed, her head sinking into her … my … hands.

"Dean?" He asked.

"Yeah little bro," I said, nodding. "We're in deep..."

"Wait, you don't believe her do you?" Jo asked, looking at Sam. "They're pulling our legs!"

"No, no they're not," Sam said, a slight smile starting to tip up at the side of his mouth. "They're really not... didn't you hear her? It sounded just like Dean... 'son of a bitch'. Beth never says that," Sam pointed out and I nodded, putting a hand at the back of Beth's neck, willing her to still her breathing a little as she started gasping for air.

"Baby you need to calm down," I said, kneeling down in front of her.

"Calm down?! Jesus Dean, I'm in your body!" Beth snapped, and then buried her face again.

"Well it's not all bad," I said with a grin. "Hey Sammy, I got boobs!"

Sam looked at me incredulously and shook his head. "Yeah, probably not the right time, Dean..." he said, moving closer to us. "So what happened?"

"I dunno, I just woke up and man... I had boobs!" I said, cupping them in my hands, man that felt strange.

"Yeah... yeah Dean, you uh, you already mentioned that," Sam said, shaking his head.

Beth whimpered and lay back on the bed, looking totally forlorn. Suddenly she sat back up again, a look of horror on her face and she glanced down.

"Oh no, no no no," she said, squirming.

"What's wrong?" Jo asked, looking at her.

I watched myself jump up off the bed, taking care to tuck the sheet around me even firmer and then pulling Jo away to the corner where they started conversing urgently. All I managed to catch was something about needing to pee. Wait, pee?

Looking at her, she was holding a bunch of the sheet in front of my groin and I groaned. Sam was watching and he suddenly clued on too, laughing.

"Oh this is priceless, I wish you could see yourselves," he said, shaking his head.

"Sam!" Jo chastised him and then looked worriedly at Beth.

"Yeah, Sammy, shut your cakehole or you can be the one who has to show her how to pee standing up!" I snapped, and crossed over to look at Beth who groaned.

"Baby, it's gonna be all right, okay?" I reassured her, brushing a hand along her arm, looking in curiosity at the hand print that was branded into my skin.

"Well, what's the last thing you guys remember?" Sam asked, frowning at me.

"Uh, well... lots of... you know. Yeah," I said, grinning at Sam who rolled his eyes at me. "And then eating those doughnuts, and the cookie... oh my god, the cookie!"

I ran around to the side of the bed, picking up the fortune from the night stand and handing it to Sam.

"'You will see things through the eyes of your lover,'?" He asked, looking up at me. "Dean, this doesn't make any sense!"

"Well, it's gotta be it, because it's the only thing that makes any sense!" I said.

"So what are you saying? That the fortune cookie swapped your bodies around?" He asked, looking over at Jo and shaking his head.

"That's exactly what I'm saying," I said with a nod. "Man you gotta do something."

"Me? What do you want me to do?!" He asked, looking surprised.

"I don't know! Go back and talk to that lady at the restaurant, you know she said these were special fortune cookies!"

"So what, you think she's a witch or something?" Jo asked, crossing her arms.

"I don't know! Do I look like I know what's going on?!" I snapped, shaking my head.

"It's somewhere to start," Beth said suddenly and I nodded in agreement.

"Wow that is weird," Jo mumbled, shaking her head.

"What?" I asked.

"You guys, it's like... everything you're saying, how you're saying it, how you're standing – you're Dean. But it's all Beth's body and voice..." She said, frowning.

"What? I sound like Beth?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah."

"Well Beth sounds like Beth to me," I said. "Sugarpie?"

Beth stood up, frowning and nodding. "Yeah, no it's weird, I'm seeing my body, but it's Dean's voice coming out."

"Huh," Sam said, looking curious. "Must be something to do with the magic. Or maybe your brains are compensating for the weirdness by at least making something familiar..." he surmised.

"Well that doesn't make any sense," I said, tossing my hands in the air.

"Dean, this whole damn situation doesn't make any sense, you're asking me to split hairs now?" Sam asked. I shook my head.

"Look, just... can you go check out the lady? Please?" I asked and he nodded, looking at Jo who started for the door.

"Yeah okay, we'll be back soon. Don't... just don't do anything...stupid," he said, and then he closed the door.

I heard a sigh and turned to see Beth...me... bury my face in my hands.

"You okay?" I asked, already knowing the answer as she shook her head.

"Noooooo, I still have to pee!" She said and I realised, dammit I did too. Somehow I figured this whole thing was gonna be harder on her than it was on me, after all, I'd spent the better half of my teenaged years learning about the female anatomy, Beth on the other hand... she was just looking uncomfortable.

I sighed, and then smiled at her. "Come on, I'll show you how it's done," I offered and she sighed, nodding.

"Thank God we're already married," she said as she walked past me. "You can't get out of this relationship now, body swapping does not warrant a marriage annulment!" she said.

"What? You think this is weird compared to some of the other stuff we've been through?" I asked. "If Hell didn't destroy us, this is like a speed bump," I said, and I grimaced. Man we had to get to the bottom of this, it didn't matter how good looking I was at the end of the day, I still liked having a woman to touch and make love to, and this whole situation was just... freaky.

12 hours later
Pennsylvania

Beth's POV

Dean was driving, and it was strangely intriguing to watch my face knitted in concentration as he stared at the road while we crossed the Pennsylvania border. The sign stating Welcome to Pennsylvania lit up sharply in the dark with a flash of lightning and I could have sworn it said Transylvania instead of Pennsylvania. That's where my mind was at – the weird and unusual. It was like we'd stepped into the Twilight Zone.

I fiddled with the radio which was playing some kind of orchestral number that sounded like we were about to walk into a Frankenstein movie. I sighed and turned it off.

"The radio around here sucks," I complained, looking over at Dean.

"Come on babe," he said with a sigh.

"I don't understand why we're still going to Oktoberfest," I said to him, narrowing my eyes. "We kind of have other issues to contend with!"

"And Sam and Jo are looking into it, there's not much we can do about it," Dean said, looking over at me with my own brown eyes. "We might as well look into this case. Jobs don't get much sweeter than this, you know? Dead vic with a gnawed-on neck, body drained of blood, and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire," he smiled, shaking his head.

"No, I – I agree. That's why I suggested it, but... don't you think we should at least wait until we're... back in our own bodies?" I asked, frowning.

"What? And let the trail go cold? You know better than that. We need to strike now, while the iron is hot!" He said, glancing over at me. "Besides, it might help keep our minds off our... errr.. predicament."

"Dean, nothing on this planet is going to make me forget about our predicament!" I said, shaking my head.

"Well, if nothing else, we can at least get rolling drunk and pass out, that'll help us forget," he said with a chuckle and I smiled. He did have a point.

"So how about a little more gusto? We can drink some beer, chop of some vamps' heads, and enjoy ourselves. Just like the good old days. An honest-to-goodness monster hunt. It's about time the Winchesters got back to tackling a straight-forward, black and white case," he said with a smile.

I leaned back in my seat and rolled my eyes, "Okay fine. You win; can we just find somewhere to stay the night? I'm tired Dean," I said and he nodded.

"Yeah okay, we'll stop at the next town all right?" He said softly and I nodded, sliding over to tuck my head against his shoulder. It felt kind of odd, Dean's head on my shoulder didn't fit nearly as comfortably or neatly as mine did when I was curled into his body. I sighed. I couldn't even get comfort from a simple snuggle.

The next day
Oktoberfest

Dean's POV

It was a bright and cheerful day when we arrived. I parked the Impala, eagerly getting out of the car and slipping my arm around Beth, urging her to the town square where there was a crowd of people. A band played under the gazebo in the centre of the square, lively polka music echoing through the surroundings. Tourists were taking photos everywhere, especially of the girls in barmaid costumes, and I chuckled, checking one of them out.

"Hey, we still got to see the new Raiders movie," I said to Beth and she looked at me a little guiltily.

"Saw it," she said.

"Without me?!" I said incredulously, following her into the square.

"You were in Hell," she said with a raised eyebrow, throwing back the Hell card at me.

"That's no excuse!" I said, shaking my head at her and she chuckled, nodding toward a food cart nearby.

"Oooh! Big pretzel!" I exclaimed and hurried to get us a couple. I had been right; this hunt was going to be good for us. "Thank you," I said, taking two pretzels from the vendor and passing one to Beth.

"Guten tag," a girl said, walking past, and she eyed Beth up and down with a smile. I paused. Did she just check me out?

"Guten tag yourself," I said around a mouthful of pretzel and she smiled at me, but her eyes wandered back to Beth as she walked away.

"Did she just check me out?" Beth asked, frowning. "Does that happen a lot?"

"Babe, don't pretend you don't notice it happening. It's not like it doesn't happen to you. Hell I've been checked out by at least three different guys on my way in the gate," I said and she snickered.

"Well you do look very commanding in that suit," she commented with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, because they're all wondering what is underneath it, that's why," I muttered to her, shaking my head.

"Oh Dean...are you jealous? You don't get jealous!" Beth said incredulously and I snorted.

"Uh, yeah. True. Not green-eyed-I'm-going-to-stab-your-eyes-out-with-a-fork jealous, but trust me, I notice when guys notice you," I said, taking another bite out of my pretzel. Beth seemed happy with this answer and smiled, nodding toward an older man a few yards away in a uniform, talking to some people.

"Looks like that's our man," she said, and she handed her pretzel to a kid running by who snatched it out of her hands with a smile and took off. I smiled and took another couple of bites out of my own pretzel while Beth led the way to the Sheriff, pulling her ID out.

"Sheriff Dietrich?" She asked, looking at him and he pretty much ignored me, which I found interesting.

"You from the Fed?" He asked, nodding at Beth. She flashed her ID at him and nodded.

"Agents Angus and Young," she identified us. "We called ahead about your, uh, problem."

"Right," the Sheriff said "Um... I'll tell you what, why don't we talk this out away from the crowd, huh?" He suggested and we nodded.

Ten minutes later we were standing in the morgue and the Sheriff pulled out a drawer from the wall, it held a body covered in a sheet.

"Marissa Wright," he said, pulling back the sheet. "Twenty-six, just up from Lockhard for the 'fest. Terrible. Just terrible. It's the last thing this town needs at peak tourist season," he said.

"Definitely the last thing Marissa Wright needed," Beth said with a tight smile.

I reached out and turned the head of the body, curious because this didn't look like a vampire attack to me. As the head lolled to the side I saw two dark puncture wounds on her neck. "What the hell?" I asked, frowning.

"Yeah, you got me," the Sheriff agreed. "I mean this killer's some kind of grade-A wacko, right?" He looked at the both of us as I exchanged a look with Beth; this was definitely not a vampire. "I mean, some Satan-worshipping, Anne Rice reading, gothic psycho vampire wannabe."

"Sheriff, in your report you mentioned a witness?" Beth asked and he sighed.

"Yeah, I wish I didn't," he said with a huff. "But our witness insisted. That's Ed Brewer. Not exactly what you'd call reliable," he said. "You'll find him at the local tavern," he added and we nodded. Time to go get a drink, and maybe some food, and interview the witness at the same time, of course.

Tavern

Beth's POV

Dean and I walked up to the bar and the first thing I noticed was the same barmaid from earlier in the day looking at me again.

"I remember you," she said with a smile and I looked over at Dean, and he raised his eyes in her direction with a pretty clear message that we were here to work, and that included charming the informants. I smiled to cover my raised eyebrow and leaned closer.

"And I remember you... uh... Jamie," I said, looking at her nametag. "I never forget a pretty... everything," I said, tossing her another one of Dean's infamous flirty smiles.

Dean coughed, frowning at me slightly over the lame pick up line and looked at Jamie. "We're looking for Ed Brewer," he said and Jamie turned stern eyes to him.

"What do you want with Ed?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"Well, we are, uh... federal agents," I said quickly, flashing my badge and seeing Dean hold up his. "Mr Brewer was a witness to a serious crime."

"Wait a minute...you're a Fed?" Jamie asked in a disbelieving tone. "Wow, you don't come on like a Fed," she added and I looked at her, not knowing how to respond to that. "Seriously?"

Dean coughed and I tried to think quick, but serious? I didn't do pick-up lines! That was Dean's department! All I had to do was smile and accept the phone numbers... God! I didn't work for numbers! Being a man was hard work. I tried to think what Dean would do in this situation, since she was clearly more interested in the male goods, and leaned on the bar with a grin.

"I'm a maverick, ma'am. A rebel with a badge," I said, and she raised an eyebrow. "One thing I don't play by – the rules," I added with one of Dean's cheeky winks.

Dean tossed me an irritated smile which came off quite well for me I thought, and he stepped in. "Okay, maverick," he said with a raised eyebrow, turning to give Jamie one of my no-nonsense looks. "So, where can we find Mr Brewer?"

Jamie pointed to a booth a few yards away and Dean took my arm, pulling me away.

"Dude you suck at being me!" He whispered in my ear and I groaned.

"Shut up! I was caught without warning," I said and he shook his head.

"I on the other hand rock at being you," Dean said, adjusting his cleavage and plastering a smile to his face.

"Mr Brewer?" He said, walking up to the booth Jamie had indicated and looking down at the little man who was drinking out of a massive beer stein.

"Yeah?" He asked, running his eyes up and down my body.

"We're with the FBI," Dean said, and we both flashed our badges at him. "We'd like to ask you a few questions." Brewer nodded and waved us into the seat opposite him.

He uncapped the stein and took a sip, closing it again with a flourish of his hand before rubbing at his mouth.

"I told the cops everything I saw. No one believes me," he said, pointing at us. "Why should you be any different?"

"Believe me, Mr Brewer, we're different," Dean said with a smile.

"I spoke the God's honest truth. And now, I'm the town joke," he said, looking around at the people in the bar.

"Marissa Wright's murder is no joke to us," Dean said. "And we want to hear everything, no matter how strange it may seem." Ed looked at Dean, who was smiling at him the way I would to try and get someone to open up to me. Damn, he was right, he did pull off a good me.

"And believe me," I said, looking at him. "We have a lot of experience with strange," I said, thinking about our current situation. Dean chuckled and nodded at me, and I felt his hand slide along my thigh under the table, squeezing it a little.

Brewer looked at us again, assessing, and then he nodded, taking another drink out of his stein, capping it once more, and wiping the foam from his mouth.

"It was just after midnight," he said. "I just left here, and like I do every night," he started to walk his fingers along the table and I raised an eyebrow. "I cut through the park across the road here, on the way home. At first, I thought it was a couple kissing," he said, hesitating. "But she was... struggling too much," he said softly, waving his hands in the air and staring at the top of the table as he recalled the event. "And this man, he was – well he was biting her neck." He raised his eyebrows and looked directly at me.

"Can you describe her assailant?" Dean asked and he nodded.

"Oh, he was a vampire," he said with a certainty.

"Okay, right," I said. "And by that you mean...?"

"You know, a vampire," he said, gesturing to me.

"Uh, huh," I said, glancing at Dean. "Yeah." I nodded. "So he looked like...?"

"He looked like a vampire," he said again, looking from Dean to me. "You know with the fangs, and the slicked back hair, and the fancy cape... and the little medallion thingy on the ribbon," he said.

"You mean like a Dracula?" Dean asked, the look on my face was priceless, he was stunned.

"Exactly!" Ed said, pointing at him and nodding happily. "Like a Dracula! Right down to the accent."

"The accent?"

"Yep," he said, cutting me off.

"What did he say?" I asked, curious.

"You know, something like..." He raised his arm in front of him as if he were wearing a cape, and looked at me. "'Stay away mortal! The night is mine!'" he said in a Hungarian accent. He dropped his arm and looked at us nervously. "You do believe me, don't you?"

I decided I needed a drink. I needed a lot of drinks. I needed to drink a bottle shop to get through the rest of this case, and without a word I left Dean to it, walking up to the bar where Jamie was standing, watching me.

"So, you got a beer back there for me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"I don't know, Agent Young. You off duty?" She asked and I chuckled.

"And then some," I said to her smile. I was off duty and going to the motel for a good night's sleep. Maybe I'd wake up in the morning and this whole thing would be nothing more than a nightmare. She smirked and walked off to get the beer while I turned back to look Dean who joined me.

"So, what do you think? Goth, psycho vampire wannabe, right?" He asked as he joined me.

"Definitely not our kind of case," I said, leaning against the bar.

"Agreed," he said. "But who cares?" He asked as we walked over to a table. "Room's paid for, it's Oktoberfest. Come on, let's get drunk and have some fun," he said.

Jamie walked up and put a beer on the table in front of me and I raised an eyebrow at Dean. "Joining me?" I asked and he raised an eyebrow, looking at Jamie.

"Can I get you something?" She asked, and he nodded.

"Same as what she... he's having," he said with a smile. She nodded and walked away, throwing a glance back at me.

"Man, she has the hots for you," Dean said with a grin. "Wait for it; she's gonna say something when she gets back."

"I doubt it Dean, I've hardly been leading her on," I said, taking a sip of my beer.

"You know this would be the perfect opportunity to resume our phone numbers game," he said with a grin and I rolled my eyes.

"Don't you think we're getting a little old for that game?" I asked, and he snorted.

"Speak for yourself Tinkerbell," he said as Jamie put a beer down in front of him. He winked at her and that just seemed strange coming from my face. She shook her head and walked away, and I looked at Dean with a smug expression. No line, I win.

An hour later we were finishing up a few more drinks and I decided to get a bottle of bourbon to take away. The longer I spent in Dean's body the weirder things felt, and the sharp bourbon seemed to be taking away the edge I was feeling. I was now starting to relax a little and that was a good thing. Jamie had just brought the bottle over and deposited it on the table.

"So uh, I get off at midnight..." Jamie said, turning to me and I swear my mouth dropped open. "If you're still... off duty then. Lucy and I were going to go out for a few drinks, there's a band playing just down the road... maybe you'd like to join us?"

I smiled and squirmed in my seat, glancing over at Dean who was chuckling and taking a drink himself. He looked over at Lucy who waved at him and he winked at her. I sighed, only Dean could pull off flirting with a woman while in a woman's body.

"You know maybe we could... it's been a while since we've let our hair down, hey Be...Dean?" He asked, looking at me.

I stared at him, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. He couldn't be serious. I just wanted to go back to the motel room and drown my sorrows right about now.

"Uh, you know what, I don't know... we have an early start in the morning, new case in Ohio…" I said and Jamie looked a little disappointed.

"You're leaving?" She asked.

"Yeah," I said, "I don't think we're staying on the case."

"What? Is it too weird for you?" She asked with a grin.

"Not weird enough," I said as we stood up, and I dropped a large bill on the table as a tip. "Thanks for the offer, maybe another time."

When we got out the door of the bar, Dean slipped his arm around my waist with a chuckle. "Man you are such a tease!" He accused and I looked at him in shock.

"Me?!" I asked. "What about you? I can't believe the amount of women who hit on you every day. You're even wearing a wedding ring for chrissake!" I said, holding up my left hand and waving it around. "Is there no respect for the wife?"

"Hey, relax Beth, you know I'd never cheat," he said and I nodded.

"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry," I said softly, shaking my head. "I'm sorry, I know it's just a bit of fun, and you know I enjoy the numbers game as much as you do, I'm just a bit weirded out right now."

Dean stopped us, pulling me to face him. I closed my eyes, hanging my head. "Hey, Sam and Jo are looking for answers right now," he said. "We're gonna fix this, okay?"

I nodded, I believed him, I did. But right now, I was less than confident in our success.

Motel Room

Beth's POV

A short time later I stared into hazel eyes in the mirror of the bathroom, and took in the angular jawline, the stubble starting to grow on my chin. I was never going to get used to peeing standing up, that was definitely a new one and I shook my head. Sam better come up with a solution soon or I was going to go nuts. I took another sip of bourbon and swallowed it, my head was spinning a little, but right now it was preferable to being sober.

Flipping off the light, I stepped back into the motel room and found Dean, wearing my body, moving around the room completely naked.

"Jesus Dean, put some clothes on would you?" I said, shaking my head.

He turned to grin at me and it was just too strange to see myself looking back at me.

"Are you kidding?" He asked, looking at me and putting hands on his hips. "This is a unique opportunity, I'm going to take advantage of it," he said. I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, taking another drink.

"Yeah," he said, brown eyes meeting mine as he waltzed up to me, sliding soft, small hands along my arms. "You know you are one handsome son of a gun," he said and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah?" I said with a grin. "So uh, you're totally okay with kissing yourself? Because I'm telling you right now, I'm kind of weirded out by the whole making out with myself idea."

Dean shrugged, and then moaned as my long hair fell down around his shoulders. "God, that feels better than when you do it to me," he said. I blew out a frustrated breath, watching as he started to fondle his... my... breasts, and throw his head back in delight. "Man, women are awesome," he said, moaning softly.

"Would you just...stop doing that," I said with a laugh, shaking my head. I thought about what it felt like to have him doing that to me, when I was in my own body, and then felt the strangest sensation as my groin twitched. I looked down in mild horror as I saw myself starting to get an erection.

"Oh my god, nooooooooooooo." I said, and I'm sure I felt myself blush. Dean laughed and looked down at the bulge in the boxer shorts I was wearing.

"Oh you're loving it," he said, smirking at me.

I raised my eyebrow at him. "Hmmm, so are you going to do something about that?" I asked, and he stopped smiling.

"Uh, no. No, that would just be... weird," he said, shaking his head.

"This is what I'm saying!" I said, throwing my arms out. "God I just want to go to bed and cuddle, kiss you for a bit and fall asleep, but this is so … argh!"

Dean took the bottle of bourbon out of my hand and took a sip, looking thoughtfully at me. I gazed curiously at him, seeing a side to myself that I hadn't seen before. He always said I had a cute thinking expression, I had to admit, it did look a little cute. I reached out a hand to brush it through my long hair, finding it enticing and interesting. It reminded me of the time that I'd kissed Olivia, the succubus who had seduced us while we were on holiday in Tampa, and how soft her lips had been, so different to Dean's.

I leaned in to Dean, who was watching me with hungry eyes, claiming those soft lips, and then I closed my eyes. If I didn't have to see myself while I did this, maybe it could be a little fun. Dean moaned, and slid his hands around my waist, sliding them up under my t-shirt and I groaned at the lightest of touches across my skin. Everything felt so different.

It was just all a little bigger. My hands, my height, my lips and mouth, even my nose. I bumped it several times against Dean's as I leaned down, something that was strange again because I was so used to having him tilt my chin up to kiss me. I raised my hands to cup his cheeks and lifted his chin just slightly, opening up a whole new world to myself. It was like I was drowning, being pulled under by the soft sighs that escaped his mouth, sighs I usually made. But at least they were in his voice; with my eyes closed I could almost forget that I was in his body.

I moaned softly, claiming those lips a little harder, and gasped as I felt my arousal start to pulse between my legs. Okay, maybe I couldn't forget after all. It was heavier than I expected, though I'd never really given it much thought until now. As a woman I kind of just thought they stood at attention when excited, but now, attached to the appendage, I could feel the swelling warmth spread through my groin and into the head. It throbbed, almost moving slightly up and down to the pace of my heart beat and Dean brushed soft skin up against me through the thin fabric covering me and it was so deliciously hot and incredible that I groaned again.

"I don't have a problem doing this," Dean said, and he moved behind me, first tugging my boxers down until they hit the floor, and then taking my erection in hand and sliding it through his fingers. It was not the way I would have done it, but I moaned, leaning back against him, feeling soft breasts press into my back. He stroked me with the precision of a man who had been doing this his entire life and knew what he liked, what worked, and what he wanted.

My legs buckled a little and I shuddered, it felt incredible. "Oh god," I moaned, wondering how on earth guys did this standing up. "I'm going to fall over," I said and Dean chuckled, retreating a little and then pulling me to the bed. He pushed me back against the pillows, and now I could see him... me... again I felt strange. "Turn off the lights," I said, and he looked at me curiously. "Come on... I'm going along with this, don't weird me out," I said and he chuckled, nodding. He reached over, flipping a switch by the bed and the room was plunged into semi-darkness.

I felt the mattress move and he lay beside me, taking me in hand again and focusing first at the bottom of the shaft, stroking at a firm constant pace, I groaned, sliding my arm around his waist and running my fingers along his back. When he gripped the head and started to flick a finger... no thumb... it had to be a thumb across the head I gasped for air, clutching at the sheets. "Oh God..." I moaned, arching up into him. He repeated the process over and over, and each time it just built on itself until I was continuously moaning... how was it he could keep quiet when we were having spontaneous moments late at night and didn't have our own room? This was torture!

I felt a pressure starting to rise and I tensed. "Wait... ohhhh... no wait," I said, pulling at Dean's hand and he let out an excited breath.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing," I said, grinning at him in the darkness. I rolled into the soft body at my side, sliding a hand along the sensitive skin at my hip and hearing a sharp intake of breath as I knew I'd just sent shivers down his spine. "I want to play first," I said. He chuckled and lay back on the mattress as I ran a hand along his stomach and then took a nipple in my mouth, sucking it softly into my mouth, eliciting a long, guttural moan from Dean.

I pressed my arousal against his side, rubbing it slightly and causing myself to moan while I decided to give him a little return fun. It was a little different to doing it myself, Dean's fingers were larger and his hands just felt different, but it didn't take long to slide a finger into that little groove, teasing his...my...clitoris to attention as Dean groaned again, tossing his head back.

"Oh baby, that feels... incredible," Dean said, grabbing at my arm. I giggled slightly, feeling a little nervous, but listening to Dean in the dark made me just want to bring him over and over again, so he could know what it was really like to feel a woman's pleasure. I slowed it right down, feeling my fingers slide through my folds, circling around my clit and then down to where I could slide a finger inside me just a bit, causing him to arch off the bed.

When his breathing became erratic and uncontrolled I knew he was close, and I focused solely on that hard little nub between my fingers, circling and rubbing, just how I liked it, the way I knew could bring the best release. I wasn't disappointed as Dean started to arch again, groaning loudly and gasping for air. "Ohhh, oh yeah... oh God that's... oh yes." He was panting and then I felt the wave ripple through him as his legs tensed and then he shuddered, rubbing up against me and grabbing the headboard as he rode out the wave.

Just as he thought I'd stopped I started to circle him again, this time slipping a finger inside him, causing him to thrust against me. "Oh God Beth... what are you doing?"

"You'll see," I said with a grin, and I pressed inside him, stroking along the flexing walls and then back up to the clitoris again. It was much faster this time, he was already excessively aroused and I knew what I was doing, it was my body after all and I'd spent so many nights imagining this with Dean as a teen, so many dreams.

Dean groaned again and reached out, clinging to me, rubbing his body against mine as I continued to stroke him, my hand pressed between our bodies. "Ah... oh really, oh yeah... yeah... oh Godddd," he bucked as another orgasm started to take hold, this one not as strong as the first, I knew, but just as amazing. I squeezed his clit just a little and he gasped for air before I stroked so very softly, teasing the release out of him as he started to rock urgently against me. Finally with a short shallow gasp he came again, whimpering at the touch and rolling back onto the bed, almost trying to escape my hand but I moved with him like he'd done to me so many times before, holding the pressure, enticing the release, until he grabbed my hand, stilling me.

"Oh God stop, it's too much..." he said, groaning. I giggled, feeling incredibly satisfied with that response.

"Payback's a bitch," I said with a laugh and he rolled, pinning me to the mattress with a kiss. From habit I let him because he was usually so much stronger than me, and I loved the feeling of him on top of me, he started to kiss up my neck and then I felt it. The soft warm liquid surrounding me, and he hesitated for a moment, positioning, before sliding down on me with a loud groan.

"Holy..." he muttered. "Oh wow," and I groaned my agreement. I'd never felt anything like it.

It was completely indescribable. Everything culminated at the head of the erection with the sensation of being fully enveloped by a warm, fluid glove. I gasped for breath, shuddering as Dean settled above me. I ran my hands up and grasped the breasts in front of me, squeezing them and teasing the nipples to attention, Dean groaned and started to rock which drove a wild current of pleasure down my groin and through my legs.

I felt a fine ripple of euphoria start to wash over my whole body as he rocked above me. I had to feel more. Grasping hips, I flipped us so that I was on top, and I was nowhere near as practised as Dean at that because I slipped out and he moaned his disapproval. I giggled and kissed him quickly, hovering over him.

"Patience," I said. "I have no idea what I'm doing here." That got a chuckle out of him.

"You and me both," he said, kissing me back. "But God just keep doing what you're doing, that felt amazing."

Dean's POV

Beth giggled again and started to run her erection along my groin, it slid easily along; everything was so wet and ready. Finding the entrance again she started to enter, teasing, thrusting in and out just barely, not going the whole way. I knew from experience how crazy that drove me, but it was just as incredible for a woman.

I groaned my excitement, arching up to meet her and I felt her slip further in. I grabbed her hips, wrapping my legs around her and arching again, hoping to draw her further into me.

"Don't stop," I said, moaning and rocking up to her. She hovered over me, supported by strong arms and I tried not to think about what we were doing here. It was strange, and I closed my eyes, just taking in the sensations, the feeling as if electricity was running through my entire body.

Beth moaned and started to drag herself in and out of me and at one point she hit that sweet spot and I almost jumped out of my skin.

"Holy... oh that was gooood... do that again," I said and she hesitated before sliding in again at the same angle. I arched, and grabbed her hips, pulling her into me. "Oh yeah, there, like that... God do that again," I said as she moved in and out of me. Good God that felt like nothing I'd ever felt before.

Suddenly she hit a point where I just had to push down, and a warm rush of fluid flowed from me, I gasped, grabbing at her shoulders, holding her close.

"Stop," I said quickly, and she paused. "I'm going to pee," I said and she laughed, kissing me.

"No, you're not, just relax," she said, and I frowned.

"Really?"

She giggled and I felt her kiss my neck. "Mmmhmmm, just relax, it doesn't work if you don't relax and let go..." she said, "I'm surprised though, I so have no idea what I'm doing and I'm already there?"

I grasped her waist and let out a long shaky breath. "Guess my body just knows where it's going..." I said with a moan as she started to rock into me again and she chuckled. She pressed deeper and higher into me, dragging across that sweet spot in the most excruciatingly slow movement. "Oh sweet mother of God," I groaned, panting and finally throwing my head back.

An intense pressure started to build and flow through my entire navel, I started to shudder, my legs shaking uncontrollably as I arched, bearing down on Beth as she thrust against me. The most primal moan I'd ever made was wrenched from me as I grabbed at the headboard again, holding on for dear life when a wave of ecstasy surged through me.

I would have passed out on the spot, but as Beth pulled out of me, cuddling up next to me I became intensely aware that she still hadn't reached any form of release. "Hey, why did you stop?"

She shrugged, curling in to me and it felt weird having her head on my chest when it was my own, and yet I just wanted to hold her like I always did.

"Roll over," I said, pushing her on to her back and climbing back over her. "You're not getting out of this one, you're going to love it," I said, and even though my legs felt like rubber, I was going to do this. I now understood what Beth meant when she accused me of trying to break her, and it felt absolutely freaking unreal, but exhausting at the same time.

I found the right position and slid down on her, sucking in a breath at how over-sensitised I now felt. I started to slide her in and out of me and when I heard her sharp intake of breath I knew she wasn't far off, she couldn't be, not with what she'd just put me through. I picked up the pace, sliding up and down, and as she started to moan, thrusting up to meet my rocks, I kept her inside me, grinding us just like I loved having Beth do to me.

"God Dean," she said, grabbing at my hips and holding me tight. I knew from experience the rush that would be building, the intense pressure like a geyser about to blow. She sucked in a shuddering breath, moaning and holding me tight and then it came, the jerking release as she thrust into me with the twitch and then a deep warmth that flooded through my...her...centre. She lifted off the bed, moaning and gasping, and then fell back against the mattress with a deep sigh, pulling me down and rolling us so that she could bury her face in my shoulder.

"Wow, that was new," she said softly and I chuckled. "Amazing..."

"Mhmmm..." I agreed.

She buried her face closer to my skin and I shivered as the feeling of stubble brushed across my skin.

"Okay, that... that is weird," I said, trying not to think about this whole damn body switch.

"Hmmm? Oh," Beth said, and then she giggled which made me smile. "God, we better come up with a solution to this soon, I'm not sure I can take being in your body much longer."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, much as that was incredible and… very informative..." I sighed. Nothing beat being in your own body. I rolled her over to the side and snuggled in behind. For once I didn't have a half erection pressing into her and that felt a little strange. It was going to take a while for me to get used to this. Hopefully I wouldn't have to get used to it at all.

"You think Cas could fix this?" I asked, kissing the back of her neck.

"I've been calling him, he's not answering," Beth replied.

"Hmmm, well keep trying, clearly he's busy, some guardian angel he is..." I said with a frown.

Next Morning

Beth's POV

My phone rang while I was brushing my teeth, and I quickly spat out the toothpaste and answered it. I listened as the Sheriff explained the situation to me, and then hung up, looked like we weren't leaving town after all.

"Hey Dean!" I called out, not getting an answer. I rinsed my mouth out and then walked back into the motel room where Dean wearing headphones and moaning away on the Magic Fingers bed while very unabashedly playing with himself. Well, myself more accurately.

"Serious?" I asked, crossing my arms and standing over him as his breath caught and he moaned. He became alerted to my presence and I shook my head with a grin.

"Serious, you started without me?" I asked, and he chuckled.

"Man, can you blame me? I need to learn as much as I can while I'm in this position," he said.

I sat down on the side of the bed, running a hand along the sheet, brushing against the soft skin underneath. "Oh I don't know, you do pretty good as it is," I commented, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but man... you never told me how it feels to be touched..." and he moved my hand, brushing it along the tender skin near my pelvis and just above my bikini line. "...here..." he said with a moan. "Man that's like... you never said how good that feels."

"Well gee Dean, there's so much you do that feels good, you want me to commentate everything?" I asked with a laugh.

"Hmmm, that could be fun," he said with a grin, leaning up to kiss me as I closed my eyes, trying to pretend I wasn't kissing myself.

"I couldn't think of anything worse!" I said. "You really want me to talk dirty to you?"

"Well, I didn't say talk dirty, just maybe be more like... descriptive on what's working for you," he said. "You know I'm pretty good at reading your moans but you're kind of quiet."

I raised my eyebrow. Years of sharing motel rooms with John and Sam had kind of necessitated the quiet thing, but I hadn't realised it was something Dean had an issue with.

"Really? Well you don't really talk that much yourself you know," I said with a frown.

"Yeah I know, but I'm starting to think maybe I should be," he said, sitting up and brushing a hand along my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "I might start by showing you now, while you're in my body, what it is that really drives me wild."

I pouted, starting to worry. "So, you're saying I don't satisfy you in bed?" I asked, looking over at him.

"What?! I didn't say that!" He said, moving over to sit next to me. "Oh no, that's not what I meant... I'm just saying... oh you know what, forget it, it's good, we're great, don't worry about it."

"But now I am going to worry! You know, things haven't been exactly simple on that front since... well... you know," I said. I left it unsaid, but we both knew it was out there.

"Since Hell," he supplied and I nodded. "Yeah I know baby, I'm sorry, I wish I could do something about it." He shifted and looked at me, haunted eyes staring back at me.

"I just wish you felt safe enough to talk to me about it," I said softly, looking down at my hands.

"I do, Beth, there's no one I feel safer with than you," he said, reaching out a hand and stroking my cheek. "You know, you're the reason I'm still sane here, you hold me together, and some of the things that were done to me..." he shook his head. "Baby, it's a testament to how much I do love and trust you that I'm even halfway okay with … anything."

The look was plain in his eyes; he was holding it together for me half the time, not just because of me.

"Sorry," I murmured, reaching out and squeezing his hand. "I don't mean to push."

"Hey... hey... you have every right to know what happened to me, you're my wife," he said, moving to kneel on the floor in front of me. "And I promise, if you really want to know, I'll tell you." I nodded, tears welling in my eyes.

"I just want to help you Dean."

"And you do, every minute of every day. I'll tell you everything, okay? Can we just wait until we sort out this damn body thing? I'd rather tell it to your face than my own," he said with a chuckle. I smiled and nodded, leaning my forehead in to his.

"Yeah, okay, whatever you want." I said softly and he kissed me again.

"I just want you," he said.

"Ditto," I said, stealing his line with a chuckle.

The phone call came back to mind and I pulled back with a sigh. "Oh, hey, we gotta get dressed... there was another attack last night," I said and he frowned at me.

"Another Dracula?"

"No, wasn't a vamp this time," I said, standing up and pulling on a my black pants from yesterday which I'd laid across the back of a chair.

"Well what was it?"

"Dunno, the Sheriff just said it was an attack," I said, pulling on my jacket and tucking in my shirt.

Cafe

Dean's POV

We met up with the vic's girlfriend Anne-Marie outside a little cafe in town. She was sucking on a straw in a large cup, watching us intently.

"And then it just – it just tore Rick into little pieces," she said, and she seemed pretty calm given the severity of the attack – I thought about the state Beth had been after seeing me shredded by Hell Hounds, as recounted by Bobby, and this girl was nowhere near as distraught.

"Ma'am we understand how hard this is," I said, leaning forward. "But can you describe the creature?"

Anne-Marie sucked on the straw again and then nodded. "Oh. It was a werewolf," she said very matter-of-factly.

"A werewolf?" Beth asked sceptically. "You're sure?"

"Oh yeah," she said, looking at Beth with big brown eyes. "With the furry face, and the black nose, and the claws and the torn-up pants and shirt. Like from the old movies."

"Um, well..." Beth said, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. This case was just getting weirder and weirder.

"Okay, so... thank you for your time," I said, smiling at her. She nodded and we got up from the table, starting to walk away. There was only one place left to go.

Morgue

Beth pulled out the drawer containing the last victim. "First a Dracula, and now a full-on movie-time wolf man?" I asked and she shrugged, unzipping the body bag.

"Ohhh!" She groaned, screwing up her face. "Whew.."

I grimaced. "Damn!"

"All right," Beth said, shaking her head and taking a pen to pick up some of the entrails that were sitting on top of the body. "Whatever did this wasn't a psycho wannabe," she said. "Look at those bite marks... right down to the bone. And deeper."

I agreed, nodding. "Strong enough to tear a healthy man apart limb from limb," I surmised. "Could be a werewolf."

"Yeah, except the heart's still there in one piece," she pointed out, and we'd had enough experience with werewolves to know that never happened. "They never leave the heart behind," she added.

"Thus I reiterate – what the Hell is going on?" I asked, shaking my head.

"Well I was hoping you could tell me," said the Sheriff and we looked up to see him walking through the morgue doors. "I just got a rush job back from the lab on those fibres we found on the body." He pulled a bag from an envelope and looked at us. "Canine. Wolf hairs."

Beth pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head and looked pained. "I'm getting a headache," she muttered. I could relate: I needed a drink, or three.

Tavern

Food. Food was always good when we didn't know what the hell was going on in our lives. Food and sex, but I wasn't about to push my luck with the sex thing right now, given the look on Beth's face. I took a seat at the table and reached out a hand, squeezing hers and she sighed and looked at me.

"What is going on?" She asked.

"I don't know," I said, sitting back and running a hand across my face. "Looks like we've stumbled on to a midnight showing of Dracula meets Wolf Man. Is that it?" I finished off my beer and looked around the bar while Beth mulled over this question.

"I don't know," she said, "I mean, Wolf Man seems real enough. It makes Dracula seem a little less impossible, I guess."

"Yeah but werewolves don't grow wolf hair, that's just a myth," I pointed out and she nodded.

"Yeah."

"So, what? We've got a vampire and a werewolf monster mashing this town?" I asked. It would seem kind of out there if it weren't for the fact that we also had some damn curse making us run around like we were in a sick version of Freaky Friday.

Lucy walked up, eyes on me and smiling, which was a rare thing given that it was Beth that had been getting the attention from the barmaids – after all she was wearing my skin. "Looks like you guys are staying a while. I heard about Rick Deacon," she said.

"Yeah," I said with a smile. "This case just got weird enough for... our department."

"Well," she said thoughtfully. "Beers are on me," she said with a smile and I nodded with a smile back. I watched Lucy walk away and then turned back to Beth. "She seems nice," I said and she rolled her eyes.

"Dean, you think anyone who gives you free food or beer is nice," she pointed out and I chuckled.

"Yeah well, that's because they are," I said with a grin, and then my mind fell back to the case. "Hey, you think this Dracula could turn into a bat? What would be cool."

Several Hours Later
Museum

Beth's POV

The Sheriff had called us as soon as the third attack was reported. We found ourselves knee deep in Egyptian relics and one dead security guard. I knelt next to the sarcophagus that was on the landing, and noticed a tag on the coffin which I pulled off. "Well, this sarcophagus isn't ancient," I said, holding it up. "It's from a prop house in Philly," I said.

"Well... it goes well with the bucket of dry ice he was keeping in it," Dean said, holding up a little smoking bucket.

"Is he making his own special effects?" I asked, shaking my head.

"Yeah, a Mummy with a good sense of showmanship," Dean snickered.

"This is stupid," I said, crossing my arms.

"Yeah, no kidding, I think I need another drink." Dean said and I contemplated that, looking at my watch.

"Hey, tavern is still open if we hurry," I pointed out, and he nodded.

"Yeah, yeah good idea, I think I'm gonna need a whole bottle tonight," he said with a grin. "And maybe some fries… something greasy."

I agreed wholeheartedly and started for the car when the Sheriff stopped me. "I just have a few things to show you Agent," he said and I stopped, looking back at Dean.

"Yeah, you know, uh, my partner … he's... I mean she's much better at these things..."

"Yeah, yeah I'm sure she is, but you know I'd much rather deal with this man to man, if you get my drift," he said and I looked at him shocked.

"You know what, I'm not sure that I do," I said, crossing my arms and looking at him. He raised his eyebrow and then chuckled.

"Come on now, you know they only let them on the force as part of some equal opportunity BS... at the end of the day, they can't handle the job, you and I both know it. I mean, she might be a little fun between the sheets, but out here, where the killers are?" I almost slapped him, but Dean stepped up in my body, taking my arm and looking at me.

"So, about that... coffee run," he said, looking at me. "You want me to go?"

I looked at him and thought about how much I really, really needed a drink now, and nodded. "Yeah, thanks. I'll uh, I'll catch up with you once the Sheriff is done showing me his findings."

He nodded, looking at me sternly with an expression that was clear. Don't start anything. I sighed and pulled back inside myself. It wasn't like I hadn't heard it all before, but never quite so obvious. Did Dean have to listen to this kind of drivel often? I resolved to ask him.

Tavern

Dean's POV

I was about five minutes too late, the tavern was already closed. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I was never going to get used to it being so long. I really needed that drink. I looked around, reaching into my jacket for the lock picks when I heard a voice with a Hungarian accent.

"Good evening," he said and I looked around to see Dracula watching me. He flicked his cape over his shoulder and looked at me with an intense gaze.

"Uh, yeah good evening to you too Drac," I said, slipping the picks back in my pocket and backing up against the wall. He took a few steps toward me.

"I have watched you many nights from afar. My passion knows no bounds, Mina. You are the reincarnation of my beloved and I must have you," he said. I could have sworn my jaw hit the ground as he advanced on me some more.

"Uh, yeah that's nice, Drac. But I don't really swing that way," I said, looking at him and putting my hands on my hips.

"Oh, so you're into an alternative lifestyle?" Dracula asked me, and I realised I was wearing Beth's body, looking down at the suit I was in. "Yeah. Yes. Absolutely." I said with a nod.

"Well, I cannot accept that, you are mine!" He came within range and I shook my head, lashing out with a good right hook, catching him in the nose.

"Ah! Mary, son of a..." He cursed as I danced around him, getting my back to the alley so I could get away if I needed to. There was no telling what I was dealing with here. Suddenly Beth came hurrying up behind me, stopping short when she saw Dracula.

"Son of a bitch!" She cursed, looking him up and down, and I looked at her with a grin.

"Hey, that almost sounded like me," I said and she chuckled, shaking her head.

"You should not use such language in the presence of my bride," Drac said to Beth and she raised her eyebrow at him as he approached her.

"Okay..." she said, amused, and this time she was the one to punch him. Dracula reacted and I watched with a chuckle as Beth, in my body took on a fight with this guy. She overcompensated a few times with the movements, which didn't surprise me, our bodies felt totally different to be in, and that landed her up against the wall with Drac trying to choke her.

"You have no choice in the matter, Mr Harker," he said to Beth. "Mina is mine."

Drac said, trying to take a bite out of Beth's neck. He had her in a strong grip and I ran forward, grabbing the vamp's ear and twisting hard. Drac pulled back with a scream and I felt something give in my hand. He then fled before I could get my hands on him further.

Beth looked at me, breathing hard and then we both pursued him, running along the cobblestones of the alley as he leaped over a tall gate. I tried to jump up but couldn't get a grip and we watched as the vampire jumped on a moped and drove away.

"What the hell?" Beth asked, shaking her head. I sighed, pulling her into me and holding her.

"Are you okay?" I asked and she nodded.

"Yeah, but I could really use that damn drink now," she said, and I chuckled, pulling out the lockpicks.

"Me too sugarpie, me too."

Tavern

Beth's POV

"Are you sure you're all right?" Dean asked again after he got off the phone explaining our situation to Sam, and I sighed at him, nodding.

"Yeah Dean, I know how to fight you know," I said a little impatiently.

"Yeah I know, I'm just... man I'm not used to being the weaker one, it's usually me protecting you," he said. "I mean, it's so different, you're incredible, you know that? You fight as well as me most of the time, but you're nowhere near as strong."

I raised my eyebrow at him, pouring out a glass of whiskey for us both. "I'll take that as a compliment," I said with a grin.

"Well you should, it was meant as one," he said, sliding beside me in the booth I was seated at. He reached out, catching my face in his hands and pulling me into him, his lips locked on to mine and I moaned softly, God I loved kissing this man, didn't matter what body he was in.

When he finally pulled back I smiled, my heart overspilling with the love I felt for him, even when it was my own face looking back at me. "I do love you," I said softly and he chuckled, nodding.

"Only took a few days to get that out of you," he remarked and I groaned.

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm slowly getting used to this whole body thing," I said with a sigh.

"Hey, one thing at a time, we'll get there," he said.

"What did Sam say? Have they come up with anything?" I asked.

"No, not yet, the restaurant owner swears she knows nothing about any kind of enchanted cookies. They're actually on their way to us, which is good timing because they can help us get this creature and then we'll go back and find a way to fix this."

I nodded and he pulled out a towel, putting it on the table. "Meanwhile, I think I know what's going on with our mystery man," he said and I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

"Part of it, at least," he said, opening the towel and revealing an ear wrapped inside.

"Uh, ewww... the ear part?" I said and he nodded.

"Ripped it off Dracula's head when he was trying to bite you," he said. "Touch it."

I grimaced but reached out to feel the ear: it was all rubbery and flesh like, and suddenly it made sense. "Feel familiar to you?" Dean asked and I nodded.

"Oh God..."

"The skin of a shapeshifter," Dean continued. "Just like St. Louis and just like Milwaukee," he said. "Of course this one's all buckets of crazy. Oh, and, uh..." he pulled out a medallion from his jacket. "I pulled this off him too. Look at the label on the ribbon."

I read the label and then glanced up in wonder. "It's a costume rental," I said and he nodded. "Same place as the sarcophagus."

"I'd be willing to bet all three of our monsters are from the same critter. Which means we need to catch this freak before he Creature from the Black Lagoons somebody."

I agreed, taking a sip of my whiskey. "So... it's like he's trying to re-enact his favourite monster movie moments. Right down to the bloody murders."

"Wait a second," Dean said, frowning. "Who the Hell is Mina?" He asked.

"Mina?"

"Yeah, that's what he called me," Dean said and I chuckled.

"He called me Mr Harker too," I said thoughtfully and shook my head.

"Harker?"

"Yeah, as in Jonathan Harker?" I said, looking at him. "They're characters from the movies and novels. Mina... Dracula's intended bride, and Harker, the fiancee. Don't you remember the movie?" I asked.

"Hmmm, not really, I seem to remember sucking on your neck a lot during that one, I was distracted," he answered and I giggled. He had been very frisky that night, we'd finally managed to get a room to ourselves without John and found ourselves watching a late night marathon of different Dracula movies, now that I thought about it, I didn't recall watching the rest of that movie after Dean had moved from neck to other areas of interest.

"Seems like he's fixating on you," I added, drawing my attention away from those good memories. "Like he sees you as his bride."

"Wow, lucky me," he said with a grin. "But I can hardly blame him, I am gorgeous."

"Yeah yeah, smooth operator," I said with a kiss.

"Well it seems like I've made a good impression for him to be all fixated on me in just a few nights," Dean pointed out and I nodded.

"Hmmm, which means it must be someone we've talked to, or seen a lot of," I said and he nodded. I took another drink of my whiskey and grimaced. I sighed and laid my head back on the seat.

"You know, our lives suck," I said and Dean raised an eyebrow at me.

"Well look at us Dean, we tramp across the country on stolen credit cards, living from motel room to motel room, looking for a nightmare to fight..." I said.

He shrugged and grinned at me. "Some people paint," he said and I chuckled.

"I mean, we're giving up our lives for … for what Dean? Sam? It's a huge responsibility."

"Yeah, I know," he said. "And believe me, the last few years I started thinking that way, you know, after what happened with the baby... and especially when I went to Hell. And you know, Sam's treated you so badly..." I nodded, looking over at him. An almost haunted look came over his face and he stared down at his hands.

"But?" I asked, because I could see there was one.

"But when I got out... things were different," he said, looking over at me. "My life has been different. I realise that we help people, Beth. Not just help them, we save them. And that's … that's kind of awesome."

I smiled and nodded. There were days where I felt like that too, just not much lately.

"It's like a gift... like a mission," he said.

"A mission from God?" I asked, raising my eyebrow and he chuckled, nodding.

"Yeah, maybe," he said, looking at me. I smiled and leaned in to him, staring into his eyes.

"Couldn't you just be my gift? Not some mission from God?" I asked softly and he chuckled.

"Maybe I'm both," he said. I leaned in and claimed his lips in a soft kiss, my tongue seeking out his as I closed my eyes and ran my hands into the long hair cascading around his... my... shoulders. I tugged on it a little and he moaned as I deepened the kiss, drawing it out. Suddenly the lights came on and we broke apart, looking around warily.

"Oh! Agents!" The barmaid Lucy said, walking into the bar. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise anyone was here..."

"Lucy," Dean said, smiling at her. "We uh... we got here kind of late and really needed a... a drink..."

"It's – it's okay," Lucy said smiling at him. "You're FBI, you got your ways, I understand. I just – I came to borrow a bottle," she said holding up a bottle of scotch. "I kind of got something going back at my … anyway, you guys look really … busy... you know you got that whole Mulder and Scully thing going on, without the massive denial." I laughed, and Dean nodded, shaking his head.

"I'm just gonna get out of your hair," she said.

"No, hey, Lucy," Dean said, looking at her. "Why don't you join us, stay for a drink or two." I looked incredulously at him and he shrugged, leaning in to me.

"Well, she might have some idea who it is that's been hanging around fixating on me," he said softly and I sighed. He was right.

Half an hour later we were sharing a bottle of scotch and Dean had just gotten through repeating our encounter with Dracula.

"Oh Beth, that sounds just awful, are you okay?" Lucy asked, reaching across to touch Dean's hand.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine," Dean said dismissively, looking at me. "Dean here, he just blew right in and fought him off."

"Well, I didn't actually fly," I said with a smirk, rolling my eyes. "Though maybe it seemed that way at the time."

"It was really, really something," Dean said, sounding a little sleepy and I frowned at him as his head lolled against my shoulder.

"Dean?" I asked, looking at Dean as he looked like he was starting to fall asleep sitting up. I shook my head; you know I was starting to feel a little fuzzy. Lucy frowned and then shook her head, brushing off the confusion of me calling Beth by the name Dean.

"So, Dean, are you like a black belt, or what?" Lucy asked, looking at me. I glanced down at my glass, frowning when it started to swim in front of my very eyes. "Well I guess they train you to fight at the academy or whatever," she continued and I realised we'd been had.

It only took me a second to react, and I lashed out, punching her in the face and knocking her to the floor as I pushed Dean out of the booth.

"What the hell?" Dean asked and then he noticed just how woozy he was. He shook his head, looking down at Lucy and I grabbed at him to steady myself even though he was the smaller body.

"It's you, isn't it?" I asked, looking at Lucy. She shook her head and then looked up at me, her jaw completely out of place from the punch. She reached up and with a hand pushed her jaw back into normal proportions. I kicked her, and she rolled backwards, getting to her feet easily.

"Oh, damn it!" I cursed as the room started to swim before me and suddenly there were three of the shapeshifters. "What did you put in the drinks?!" And I felt the room start to sway.

Dean reacted to that statement with a shocked look, grabbing the bottle of scotch from the table, smashing it open and holding it in front of him.

"You're the shifter?!" He said, and I felt my legs give out from under me. "That's all right," he said, "I'll skin you myself!" And then he collapsed, falling face first to the ground as I started to black out. The last thing I saw was Lucy looking down at me.

"And...scene," she said before she kicked me and it was light's out.

Dungeon

Beth's POV

I woke up strapped to a table that was in an upright position. I recognised it from a Frankenstein movie Dean and I had watched many years ago. In fact the whole damn dungeon I was in could have been the set for the movie. I also looked made for the movie, dressed in some kind of weird Oktoberfest costume.

"Oh, come on!" I muttered, fighting at the restraints, but they were tight and I wasn't going anywhere, even with Dean's strength. I looked around the room, and my eyes came to rest on a portrait of Lucy.

"She is beautiful, no?" Said a Hungarian accented voice as the shapeshifter walked into the room. "Bride number three, from the first film. She never got the acclaim that she deserved," he added, caressing the face of Lucy in the painting. "Which is why I chose her shape, her form to move among the mortals unnoticed. To listen to the cricket songs of the living. That is when I discovered my bride had been reborn in this century."

"You're joking right? You're not Dracula. You get that, right?" I asked, trying to remain calm. "Or even if you think you are Dracula, what the Hell's up with the Mummy?!"

He'd crossed over to me and in one swift movement he punched me, searing pain shooting across my jaw.

"I am all monsters!" He said dramatically.

"Life ain't a movie, you moron..." He punched me again. "Aah!" I cried out. That hurt like Hell.

The shifter moved away from me, acting like he was monologuing his own movie. "Life is small," he said softly. "Meager, messy... the movies are grand, simple, elegant," he added. "I have chosen elegance!" He said, flinging out his cape with flair, like he was a freaking bat.

I shook my head, looking at this creature, completely gobsmacked.

"You think elegance is the word for what you did to Marissa? Or Rick Deacon? Or any of the others?!" I asked as he wrapped the cape around him, covering his face.

"But of course," the shifter said, turning around. "It is a monster movie, after all." I smirked at him.

"You do realise what happens at the end of every monster movie?" I asked him.

"Ah. But this movie is mine! And in it, the monster wins. The monster gets the girl," he said. "And the hero, he's... electrocuted," he added, crossing to the wall where there was a large lever. "And tonight, Jonathan Harker, you will be my hero," he said, reaching for the lever. I swallowed nervously, not liking the look of that lever and the talk about electricity.

"Wait, wait, wait," I said, as he got closer to gripping the lever. I struggled against the restraints, trying to work out how to get free of them.

Suddenly the doorbell rang and the shifter stopped what he was doing. "Please, excuse me," he said, flourishing the cape around his face and walking out of the room leaving me staring after him, completely confused.

Dean's POV

I woke up, still in Beth's body I noticed, and lying on a large four-poster bed. The room was large with antique furnishings and candles burning on several tables. My head was still a little fuzzy and I realised that the drug would be in Beth's system a lot longer than in my own body because she was so much smaller than me.

"You wake," said the same voice from earlier. Dracula. I glanced up to see him staring over at me, a few feet from the bed. "The gown," he said, gesturing to a white satin dress. "It suits your beauty. Please, put it on."

"Uh, yeah, I don't think so Romeo. Where am I? What have you done with Bet...Dean?"

"Harker is resting elsewhere," Drac answered me. "Please, put on the gown and you may dine. We are having pizza," he said, and he waved an arm across a dining table that was laid out with fancy glasses and silverware, only to have pizza sitting in the middle of it all.

"What?!" I asked incredulously. "What is wrong with you?" I said, shaking my head. "You … you come in, you pretend to be some waitress from the bar, and you drug us?!"

"I needed to know if you were the one," he said to me and I shook my head.

"You could try talking to people!" I said, as soon as I said it I couldn't believe I was even having this conversation. I had to get to Beth and make sure she was all right.

"Put on the gown," Dracula instructed.

"I said no, you pumpkin-pie-eyed crazy son of a bitch! I'm not playing your stupid game okay?" I said, starting to climb off the bed. The shifter moved quickly, faster than I expected and pinned me to the wall, looking at me crazy-eyed.

"I said put on the gown!" He yelled. I froze, suddenly feeling the vulnerability of being in Beth's body. He was stronger than me, and had the advantage because I was still feeling the aftereffects of the drug.

"Yeah, okay," I said quietly, my voice dripping with venom. As soon as this guy gave me a little space I was going to kill him.

I certainly didn't like the way Drac was eyeing off Beth's body, with me in it, when I finished changing and smoothed the dress across her hips.

"I – I scared you," said the shifter, dropping the accent. I looked around for a weapon while he talked. "You were the only one I don't want to scare. I used to love the movies."

"They aren't real, you can't make them real," I said, biding my time.

"'Real' is being born this way," he said. "Different. Real is having your dad call you 'monster' – it's the first time you hear the word and he tries to beat you to death with a shovel," he said.

I frowned, inching my way toward the exit. There had to be a way out of this room. I sure as hell wasn't going to be fighting in this damn dress!

"Everywhere I ran, everywhere I tried to hide, people found me, dragged me out. Called me freak, called me monster. Then I found them. The great monsters," he said, advancing on me, and I contemplated my options. "In their movies they are strong, they are feared, they are beautiful. And now I am like them. Commanding... terrifying."

"Lonely," I said, looking for my jacket which had to have my gun tucked inside it.

"Was lonely," Drac said, reaching out a hand to my face. I flinched, moving back. Christ, really? This was what it was like for girls to be hit on all the time by sleeze-bags? "Now I have you," Drac said.

I sucked in a breath. "Yeah, nice choice there bucko. You picked a married woman, what's up with that? Ever think that maybe you're lonely because you pick the wrong girl? Or maybe because you kill people?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Harker will be dead by morning, and he is not your husband yet, Mina," he said, returning to character. I sighed, and rolled my eyes.

"Dude you have issues," I said and then a sound echoed across the room.

"Did you hear that?" Drac asked, looking around. I used the opportunity to swing at him, catching him unaware. He staggered, but it hadn't been enough. He grabbed my arm, swinging me into a wall and everything went black.

Beth's POV

Footsteps sounded down the stairs and I looked up to see Sam come into the room.

"Oh thank god!" I said with a sigh of relief. "Just in the nick of time. That guy was about to Frankenstein me." Sam moved quickly and smashed the locks off the metal strapping holding me to the table. I turned to see him smirking at me and I frowned.

"What?"

"Hey there Hansel," he said with a grin and I glared at him.

"Shut up!" I snapped, "we need to find Dean."

"Still Beth I see?" Sam asked and I nodded, shaking my head.

"Yeah, and that freaked out shifter has Dean, in my body, somewhere in this dungeon," I said, pushing past Sam toward the door I'd seen the shifter use earlier. I gestured for Sam to kick the door down. He shrugged and lashed out with a kick, only to put his foot through the door, the whole thing falling over like prop from a set. He looked a little surprised and then shrugged again.

"Let's go," he said, leading the way down the hall.

"How did you find us anyway?" I asked and Sam glanced back at me as we walked.

"Some waitress… uh Jamie? She said she saw another waitress carting you out of the tavern."

"Huh," I said, curiously. "Good catch, how did you find her?"

"She was at the bar calling the police when we arrived, I followed your GPS," he said. "Your phone was on the table."

We came to a door in the hallway and I opened it, seeing Dean... me... unconscious on a bed. "Dean.." Sam said, stepping in through the door and crossing quickly to the bed.

"Aaah!" Dracula suddenly yelled, attacking Sam and throwing him through another fake wall. "You will never win Van Helsing!" Dracula proclaimed as I attacked the shifter from behind. He spun around, blocking my punch and pinning my arm to his side while he punched me several times. I felt him grab my chin and grimaced in pain from the force of his grip. "And you Harker, now you die."

I kneed him in the stomach, shoving him off me. "How about now you shut the hell up?!" I snapped at him and he glared at me, looking furious. He turned to see Dean's gun on the floor where it must have fallen out of some clothes, and I ran for it, but he was faster. He punched me, and threw me to the ground. Dracula raised his arms above his head, about to attack me once again when suddenly two gunshots fired across the room.

"Silver?" Dracula asked, looking down at his chest and then turning. I looked up to see Dean standing there in a white gown, the gun in his hands.

"It was beauty that killed the beast," Dracula said, stumbling toward him with an outstretched hand. "No, Mina, do not weep," he said and Dean managed to look horrified at the idea. Dracula fell into a chair, gesturing grandly and pulling his cape around him. "Perhaps this is how ...the movie...should...end." And he collapsed, dead.

"Beth?" Dean said, dropping the gun to his side and coming over to me. "Are you okay?" I nodded, getting to my feet in time to see Jo and Jamie come running to the sound of the gunshots.

Sam stood up and joined us, and the five of us stared at the dead shifter. It was only then that I started to realise that Jamie was unusually calm for this kind of a situation.

"You okay Jamie?" I asked, looking at the girl.

"Oh yeah, I'm good," she said with a smile. "I see you guys are too," she added and Dean frowned.

"What?"

"The whole little body swap thing, didn't stop you from doing the job, well done!" She said and I stared, my mouth dropping open.

"Who are you?" I asked, and suddenly she morphed and I couldn't believe my eyes. Standing in front of us was the Trickster!

"Why you son of a..." Dean pointed the gun at the Trickster and suddenly he snapped his fingers and it was like someone punched me in the guts. I doubled over, gasping for air, and when I stood up again I was wearing satin.

"Oh my God!" I said, running my hands over my body. "Oh God... thank God." I said, looking up.

The Trickster had moved behind us, and where Dean had been in my body, pointing the gun, now I was empty-handed. "Don't be thanking him sunshine, it was all me baby," he said with a cheeky grin.

"You did this?" I asked. "Why?"

"Well, you know, a bit of fun – especially when Dean said he knew you so well, I couldn't resist the change. A bit of an experiment to see how you'd handle being in each others' shoes. Mostly because … well because I could!" He said with a chuckle. Dean growled next to me and lunged for the Trickster, but he came up empty-handed too as the Trickster teleported to another part of the room.

"Wait, how did you hear that conversation?" I asked, not quite as kill-ready as Dean was. He winked at me and tossed me a grin.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," he said. "Well, all's well that ends well, hope you guys learned something. I think that second night opened up all kinds of fun possibilities, no?" He said with a wink, grinning away.

"Wait, you were... oh I'm gonna kill you," Dean said, starting to run for the demi-god again while Sam and Jo watched in complete shock.

"Dean!" I said, grabbing his arm, and God it felt good to feel the solid muscles under my hands instead of the smooth softness of my own skin. "Dean just let him go," I said, shaking my head. He frowned and when we looked up the Trickster was gone anyway.

"Like I have a choice," he muttered and I shook my head.

"Who cares..." I said, kissing him quickly, pulling his head down to me. "God who cares!" I said with a laugh, sliding my hands around his waist. "I have waited four days to do this."

"Mmm, true," Dean said, not wasting the moment and kissing me back, his hands moving to grip my hips. "You know this dress feels really, really nice..." he said, sliding his hands along the satin. "And we have that room..."

"Ahem," Jo said, rolling her eyes. "We're still here!" She pointed out, and then laughed, turning to Sam. "Well, mission accomplished. Maybe not in the way we planned, but I say job well done."

Sam laughed and nodded, slipping his arm around her neck. "Yeah, let's go get a beer, I think we earned it."

"Earned it?!" I called out after them. "Dude all you did was untie me and kick through a plaster door!" He waved me off and I sighed, looking at Dean.

Dean shook his head, pulling me with him as we followed Sam and Jo up the stairs.

"Feels good to be back on the job, doesn't it?" He asked me, and Sam glanced back, shaking his head at the two of us in our weird costumes.

"Yeah, it does," I admitted.

"The hero gets the girl, monster gets the gank, all in all, happy ending," he said, pulling me into him and wrapping his arm around my waist. "With a happy ending, no less," he said with a grin at me.

"Real classy Dean!" Jo said, listening in on the conversation.

"Hey, all I'm saying is, the shifter man had a point, you know? It would be nice if life was movie simple. Although if I was turning life into a movie, I wouldn't do this Abbott and Costello meet the monster crap."

"Yeah?" I said. "I know what you'd pick."

Dean chuckled, shaking his head at me. "No, you don't."

"Yeah, I do," I insisted. Did he really think I didn't know him that well?

"No. You don't," Dean said. "You don't!"

"Dean, we all know what you'd pick," Sam said, stopping and looking at us. Dean frowned and then raised an eyebrow in challenge to us.

"Porky's II," Sam and I said in unison and he looked at us in shock.

"What?"

"You heard us," I said with a triumphant smile.

"Lucky guess," He muttered, grabbing me and pulling me in for a kiss as the other two laughed and walked on.

"Real lucky guess," he said, kissing me again.

3 days later

Dean's POV

A firm, demanding hand stroked along my shaft as I hung on the rack, I was powerless to stop it, and it was taking every trick in the book to keep myself from releasing. The demon that had been tormenting me leaned in and breathed a hot breath across my neck, and I heard Beth's voice whisper in my ear, telling me how much she wanted me, how firm I was, how hot I was making her. Only it wasn't Beth, she had never talked dirty to me in her life. I fought the whole experience, like I did everything else, knowing it would probably just be easier to let go and give it what it wanted, my final humiliation. But I couldn't just give in like that, it wasn't me.

She sighed with frustration and I felt a hand slipping down my buttocks, a finger pressing insistently and making its way inside me. I groaned at the intrusion and shook my head. "You're a bad boy, Dean, and you know what happens to bad, bad boys," she said, her voice returning to her usual seductive tone.

I glared over my shoulder at her, but said nothing. She forced her way in, pressing against my prostate and I felt the undeniable pressure building inside of me, and then my member throbbed, pulsing with life that I didn't want it to have and I jerked from my release. "No..." I gasped, betrayed by my own body.

"Oh yes... that's better," she said, coming around to face me, and it was Beth looking at me, her eyes flashing red.

"Although Dean... you know, I didn't say you could cum..." she pointed out and I glared at her as she pulled out her cat-o-nine tails, my eyes dropping to the pointed barbs at the end. It didn't matter what I did, everything ended up at this point.

"You are a very, very bad boy...you're going to need punishing."

I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable cutting of my skin as the whip cracked and thought about the real Beth, and why I was down here in the first place. It was all for her, and I'd do it a hundred times over if it meant keeping her from this kind of pain.

"Dean!" I heard Beth's voice urgently calling out my name and then she was shaking me, waking me up. I gasped for air, grabbing at her arms and looking wildly into the darkened motel room. We were alone, Sam and Jo off in their own room, and I looked at Beth feeling my heart race in the dark.

"Are you okay?" She asked, turning on a bedside light and running a hand along my back and waiting to see what I did. I nodded, pulling her into me and holding her tight.

"Yeah, yeah I'm all right," I said softly, but I didn't feel convinced. I looked out the window where the curtains hung open slightly and sighed, sliding my hand along her bare back. I recalled the conversation we'd had a few days ago and I settled back into the pillows, pulling her into me. She complied, wrapping her arm around my chest as I guided her head to my shoulder.

"Okay, you wanted to know about Hell?" I asked, taking a breath, and she nodded, turning deep brown eyes to look at me.

"Forty years," I said simply and she frowned.

"What?"

"It was four months up here, but down there... I don't know. Time's different. It was more like forty years," I said, taking a deep breath. She stared at me, tears building in her eyes.

"Oh Dean...oh God," she said, sitting up slightly to look at me. "Forty years? That's a lifetime!"

"I know," I said, reaching out to run a hand along her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned in to the touch.

"They, uh... they sliced and carved and tore at me in ways that you... until there was nothing left. And then, suddenly … I would be whole again... like magic... just so they could start in all over. And there was this demon... Alastair. At the end of every day... every one... he would come over. And he would make me an offer. To take me off the rack ..."

"If you'd put souls on," Beth said softly, looking at me. I frowned at her.

"Yeah, how did you know?" I asked and she bit her lip the way she always did when there was something bothering her. "Beth? What aren't you telling me?"

She started to cry softly, brushing at the tears running down her cheeks and sitting up on the bed.

"I saw it Dean," she said. "I saw a lot of it, in my dreams, every night something, some nightmare that you were being subjected to, and... once near the end, I went to Missouri and she took me to a man who opened a window, so I could talk to you."

I frowned, I vaguely remembered that, but it was so similar to the nightmares, to the many times they took her form to torture me. Only this one time she'd come looking for me, and it had been different.

"That was real?" I asked, and she nodded, sniffing back tears.

"It opened up some sort of a connection, Missouri said it's because we're bonded," Beth said. "I started to see you in my dreams, and when I was awake, everywhere I went."

I sat up, pulling her into me and holding her close. "Why do you want me to tell you then? If you've seen it."

"Because I didn't see it all, and … I don't know. I just know that something happened down there, something you're not telling me, and it's affecting us..."

"I'm sorry," I said, kissing her. "I'm so sorry."

"You said something to me... that first night," Beth said, looking at me. "You asked me not to hurt you. What did you mean by that?"

I took a deep breath, feeling her strength beneath my hands, the solidity of her body and the sensation of her in my arms. I was safe, I reminded myself.

"You had a run-in with Lust?" I asked, and she nodded, her eyes opening wider.

"That was the first week!" She said.

"Well, it felt more like four or five years for me," I said, sighing. "I hadn't seen you in so long... and they came, they brought you in front of me and they... oh the things they did to you while they made me watch."

"It wasn't me," she said softly.

"Yeah I know," I said. "Now. But then... I almost got off the rack right then and there, but something kept me going. You kept me going. And when they couldn't break me by breaking you... they used you. They had you come to me, torturing me with the most incredible pleasure, and then the pain started... the slicing, the dicing... there was no limit to their imagination."

Beth swallowed back a lump in her throat and brushed her hands along my back.

"Sometimes... when we're... you know. Sometimes I forget it's you, and I think it's a demon, and I'm back there in the throes of the passion they'd give, and it's soon to be followed with something so much worse."

"Oh baby..." she said softly, looking sadly at me.

I braved a smile for her, kissing her again. "It's getting better," I said, and I wasn't lying. It was. "I just need your patience with me, don't give up on me."

"I'd never give up on you," Beth promised, smiling and kissing me softly. "Today, tomorrow and forever, remember? I kind of meant what I said."

I chuckled; rubbing my nose against hers. My mind moved to a New Years Eve hunt before we were together, and something the Okami had said when we went into the back rooms of the club while hunting a killer – she'd said we were obviously soul mates. I hadn't given it any thought at the time, but now Missouri had told Beth we were bonded. Maybe there was something to that. "So... soulmates huh?" I asked and she giggled, nodding.

"Apparently so," she said with a grin.

"I like the sound of that," I said, kissing her again.

I forced the bad memories to the back of my mind, focusing on the woman in my arms and thinking about all the years we had ahead of us. I'd lost her for forty years, be damned if I wasn't going to make the next forty count. She hadn't run, she was still here with me. She was my everything, and the last few days had only shown me that we could work through anything together, just like we always had.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

The song for this chapter is:Learn You Inside Out by Lifehouse

Hope you enjoyed this little twist to the story – Monster Movie has always been one of my more preferred episodes because of some of the witty remarks from Dean, but when adding in Beth there just wasn't a lot I could do to make it that interesting. Until someone suggested the idea of doing a body swap at some point and I thought – that's it! I had a lot of fun writing it, I hope you enjoyed reading it

As always, thanks to EarthhAngel for her beta reading and suggestions, we both had a good chuckle over this one

Next up is Yellow Fever probably my most favourite episode of all time, and I am feeling the weight of how I put that to paper, hopefully I can pull it off at least as well as Bad Day at Black Rock worked out in the end. We'll get to see a little more of Dean's time in Hell during it too.

Please leave a review and tell me what you thought – you know I love it!