Sorry guys, you're gonna have to bear with me on updates. I've got exams next week, big projects this week, work, etc. I'm doing what I can. Also, man, this chapter was really hard to write! I hope you all think it turned out okay!

Thanks to Fan the Friendly Fires for the story alert!

CeleryFallenAngel- Haha yeah! After I finished It's Called "Survival" I thought...hmm...wouldn't it be funny if Sam switched bodies again? What would happen if it was with a girl? haha. And I'm glad you thought that at first. That's kind of what I was aiming for xD

ESwan- yeah, she's gonna have a hard time talking her way out of this one! And if you spend your life being both a hunter and half-angel, you'd better have some acting skills ;)

RandomSpeedReader- phew. I'm glad it wasn't confusing. I did my best, but it was hard to write. As was this one. I hope it's okay!

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Chapter 4 - Remembering

'Oh, this is bad. This is veryveryvery bad!' Krysta thought in a panic. She was in Sam's body. Sam was in her body. She was a guy!

"There are so many things wrong with this," Krysta moaned, hanging her—Sam's?—head over the sink.

Even though Krysta was freaking out, part of her was strangely excited. A body-swap; she'd never come across that before.

"Answer me, dammit!" her feminine voice cried from behind her. Krysta turned around to see Sam still glaring at her, his hands on his—uh, her—hips.

Krysta rolled her eyes and crossed her arms—or Sam's arms… 'Screw it,' she thought, 'I'll just think of them as mine.'

"Does it look like I did this?" she scoffed. "Why the hell would I want to be a moose?" She grunted as she hit her head off the top of the bathroom door frame, proving her point.

"Sammy," Dean groaned, looking at Krysta, "would you please tell me what you're whining about?"

"Sure," Sam piped up. Dean's head whipped around to face him, confusion flickering over his face. "But you might want to ask me instead of 'Charlie' over there." Krysta could practically hear the quotation marks. Sam narrowed his eyes at Krysta. "If that's even your name." Krysta had to hold back a smirk. So that's what her bitchface looked like. She had always wondered.

Looking repeatedly from his brother to Krysta, realization dawned on Dean. He fell to the floor, clutching his stomach as he guffawed. "You—switched bodies—again?" he managed to get out between gasps. Dean laughed harder, his eyes tearing up. "Dude!—how many—times does that—have to—happen—to you? And this time—you're—a—chick!"

Sam stomped his foot. "Dean," he growled through gritted teeth, "this is serious. She's not who she says she is."

"Oh yeah?" Dean wiped his eyes with the back of his hand as he sat up. "What makes you say that, Samantha?" Krysta snickered figuring Dean had been dying to use that line.

"Because, Dean," Sam spat, glaring at both his brother and Krysta, "for one thing, she's got a gun." Sam produced it from the waistband of Krysta's shorts and held it up for Dean to see. Dean's eyes widened in shock as his fingers twitched towards his own gun. "And do you wanna know the cherry on top? She's got wings! I can feel them!"

'Oh shit.' She'd forgotten about that.

As the boys gave Krysta icy stares, pointing their guns at her, she held her hands up in a gesture of surrender, gulping audibly.

"You wanna tell us what's really going on?" Dean asked in a low, dangerous voice.

Krysta's eyes darted between the brothers and their weapons. She quickly went through her options.

'Flash out? No, I'm in the wrong body…

Fight? Yeah, because that would get them to trust me…

Tell them the truth? They had enough trouble believing me last time…

Lie? Probably wouldn't go over too well…

Make them remember? Hmm…I wonder…'

Her wings were what made Krysta able to flash away if she wanted. It was purely a physical action. Tampering with Dean and Sam's memories all those years ago, making them forget her, that had been a mental action. At least, she thought it was.

'They aren't going to like this.'

"Alright," she breathed. "Dean, Sam, my real name's Krysta and I'll tell you everything. Just…don't freak out, okay?" she asked, pleading with her eyes, or rather, Sam's puppy-dog eyes. There were perks to being in his body.

The Winchesters lowered their guns and nodded. "This better be good," Sam muttered.

Krysta walked up to them slowly, until she was directly in front of them. "You might feel a bit of tingling in your brain," she warned them, smirking. Before they could react, she pressed her hands onto their foreheads and willed them to remember.

Sam and Dean gasped as the images flooded their minds.

Krysta showing up with the Colt. The Holy fire ring around her. Her stepping out of it then running to the bathroom to barf.

Her father being an angel. Her father being Lucifer. Krysta being locked in the panic room before telling them how she became a hunter.

Krysta helping them try to gank the devil. Lucifer stabbing her with an angel blade. Her dying. Krysta coming back, saying goodbye, and making them fall asleep.

Sam blinked a few times, before he wrapped Krysta in a hug. He triedto wrap his arms around her but, her being in Sam's body made that quite difficult. Krysta chuckled and returned the hug. "It's good to see you guys," she grinned.

Dean hugged her briefly before stepping back, frowning. "Yeah, well why'd you leave in the first place? Why'd you pull some Jedi mind trick on us?"

Rubbing the back of her neck, Krysta looked away, biting her bottom lip. She didn't have a good answer.

Luckily, she was saved from answering when a new voice spoke up.

"Because I told her to."

Sam, Dean, and Krysta's heads all whipped around to see Gabriel. He was sitting on a bed, eating cotton candy.

Krysta was elated. "Uncle Gabe!" she crowed, running over to him for a hug.

"Hey kiddo," the archangel chuckled. "Damn, you sure got tall."

Winking at her, Gabriel turned to Sam. "Hey, Sammy. Did you do something new with your hair?" The archangel laughed again as Sam flipped him off.

"Tommy Toggle," he nodded at Dean. Dean's eyebrow rose in confusion.

Sam snorted. "It's the guy who pushes a button or flips a switch, asking 'what does this button do?'"

"Thanks bitch," Dean replied snidely, rolling his eyes at his brother.

"Jerk."

Suddenly, Krysta realized something; something that made her lash out and punch Gabriel square in the jaw. "We all thought you were dead!" she shouted angrily. "You're alive? For how long? What the hell's wrong with you? You couldn't tell me?"

"Ow! That hurt!" Gabriel complained. Damn that kid could hit. Rubbing his sore jaw, he sighed. "Alright, I'll spill. Just don't hit me again."