AN: The names are pronounced Dean-wail and Sam-mariel.

Warnings: Dean's mouth, a thought, and Exceptional Amounts of Sappiness. Enter at your own risk.

Summary: What happens when Sam and Dean suddenly find their roles reversed, with Sam as a demon and Dean as an angel helping Cas the hunter?

The angel Deanuael opened his eyes, like a deep green forest at midnight, and said, "What the fuck."

Cas stared down at the angel, startled. It was the first time he'd heard him say such a severe word.

Dean, meanwhile, was a little disoriented. Falling through dimensions tended to do that to you. He'd actually been able to feel the worlds as he'd passed through them.

"Dean," Cas said carefully, "are you all right?"

Dean blinked up at him from where he lay in the dirt. "Uh. Let me get back to you on that." He groaned as he sat up. His entire body ached, but he managed to stand up without falling over.

He looked around. Oh, hey. He was right outside of Bobby's. Cool. "Where's Sam?"

"Sam?" Cas asked. To say he was surprised would be an understatement.

"Yeah. You know. Brown hair. Puppy dog eyes. About yea high." Dean held up his hand flat in the air, way above his head.

Cas eyed the angel. He was acting oddly. Why would he be asking after Sammariel? And what was that about puppy dog eyes? "I'd assume he'd still be in Bobby's living room."

Dean blinked. "Why is he in Bobby's living room?"

Cas was looking at him strangely. "Because that is where we put the Devil's Trap."

"Why would he need to be where a Devil's Trap is?"

"Because he's a demon. Dean, are you really feeling alright?"

Dean's eyes widened. "Sammy's a demon?"

"Dean, you know this. What is wrong with you?" Cas's eyes narrowed as he stepped closer.

Dean nervously stepped backwards. "Personal space, Cas."

"Deanuael, tell me what has happened," the Hunter demanded.

"What did you call me?"

Cas stopped. "Deanuael?"

"Yeah. Why are you calling me that?"

"Because you are an angel and that is your name."

All the warning bells that had been going off in Dean's head exploded, leaving him staring stupidly. "Oh, hell," he said, in a somewhat understated way.

Cas uncapped a flask and threw holy water at his face.

Dean stood there a moment, his eyes closed. Then he slowly opened them and wiped his dripping face with his arm. "You want to stab me with a silver knife now?"

"Perhaps not stab," Cas admitted. "Though cutting you a bit wouldn't be amiss."

Dean held out his arm. "Go ahead. Carve away."

"Since when have you been so melodramatic?" Cas asked, carefully slicing his arm. There was no sizzle as his arm burned and his blood, of course, was completely normal. Well, about as normal as angel blood goes.

"Hey, Sammy is way more melodramatic than me. I mean, it's like he goes out of his way to make chick-flick moments. I keep waiting for him to turn into a woman. I swear, it'll happen one day."

Cas stared at him. Then he grabbed his arm and pulled him into Bobby's house.

Something was most definitely wrong here.

The fallen angel Sammariel groaned. The whole world hurt. Or maybe that was just him.

"It's about time you woke up."

Sam opened his eyes, lifting his head up from the floor to blink at the person standing in front of his line of sight. "Bobby?" His voice was low and rough. It suited how the rest of him felt.

The older man eyed him oddly. "What happened just now?"

Sam squinted at him. "Happened?"

"You collapsed." Bobby grunted. "You were out for about ten minutes. Now, what happened?"

"I . . . I don't know."

Bobby watched as the demon's brow furrowed, his expression one of confusion. The human, almost innocent bewilderment caused a strange pang. If he hadn't known better, he would have said that the emotions were actually genuine. And that the man was human. But he wasn't. So it was a likely notion that they weren't.

For the first time, Sam noticed something. "Bobby, why am I in a Devil Trap?"

Bobby's eyebrows rose. "Why do you think? Not like we'd let you run around free."

"What?" Sam reached out and felt his hand press against something invisible. He felt something inside him still. He lifted his eyes to look at the man who was more a father to him than John had been. "Bobby?"

Something inside hurt Bobby at the sight of the pain and confusion in the young man's face. Demon, he reminded himself. But Christ, he looked so human right then.

He was saved by the sound of the door opening and Cas calling out, "Bobby?"

"In here," he hollered.

Deanuael the Angel and Cas the Hunter walked in.

Dean stopped, his eyes widening when he saw Sam. Cas had told him, but it really hadn't prepared him for seeing his brother in a Devil's Trap. Though he would never admit it, he hurried over. "Sammy, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Dean. But what's going on? I . . . I think I'm a demon, Dean."

"And I'm an angel," Dean said dryly.

Sam's eyebrows rose.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Me? An angel? God must have either been drunk or in a really bad mood," he scoffed. It was somewhat absent, though, as he placed his hand in front of Sam's, his green eyes intent as he looked at his brother.

"Not at all, Dean," Sam said honestly. "You don't need a halo to be a guardian angel. After all, you've always been mine, even before this."

Dean's face softened. He probably didn't even notice the gentle smile that graced his lips. In that moment, he looked truly angelic.

Cas and Bobby, forgotten by the two brothers, watched the scene with a mix of confusion, shock, and something akin to awe. For they'd always known that Dean was an angel and Sam was a fallen angel, but now they were seeing the divine beings in a moment of grace that caused them to fully realize their . . . goodness.

It felt intimate, like they were seeing something that they shouldn't. But they didn't avert their eyes. To do so would be a great loss.

It had to end, of course. Dust on the wind . . .

Cas sneezed. When Dean jerked back, the Hunter couldn't help but think, Damn . . .

Dean briefly pressed his hand against Sam's before letting it drop. "You and chick-flicks, I swear, man . . ." he muttered.

Sam laughed. "Shut up, Dean."

Dean gave a crooked smile.

The intimate, almost ethereal feeling may have vanished, but nonetheless . . . the bromance continued.

And it was all right.

Next up: Gadreel was stricken by the state of Sam Winchester's soul.

Weird Randomness!

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Adam Milligan stared in horror at . . . his mother?

Keith Milligan gave his-her-his daughter a puzzled smile. "Is something wrong, Adel?"

Adam screamed.

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