Hello my lovely readers! I hope you liked that last chapter. Here, we get some action! Yay action!

keacdragon- thanks!

CeleryFallenAngel- haha glad I had that effect on you xD Sadly, no, Krysta will not be seeing Halucifer. (see what I did there? huh? huh? lol yeah that wasn't that great... :P) This is during the season 7 finale so Lucy is no longer in Sam's noggin. Sam learning how to flash may or may not happen though...no spoilers ;)

RandomSpeedReader- yeah, looking back on it, it probably didn't need that. Oh well. C'est la vie! (I'm Canadian so I speak a bit of French haha) I'm glad you liked it and hopefully this fills your need for action :) Things are gonna start picking up soon!

I saw this quote today and thought it was funny. It sort of applies to this show too! I dunno who it's by though.

"If you die in an elevator, be sure to press the UP button."

Lol enjoy and review!

Chapter 5 – No Chick-Flick Moments

"Alright, where to start," Gabriel scratched his chin thoughtfully.

Dean rolled his eyes. "How about the part where you're not dead," he sniped.

The archangel only chuckled. "Come on, Dean-o, I'm surprised you didn't figure that one out. I mean, I am the trickster!"

"And you couldn't have told me?" Krysta asked dejectedly. She realized that she wasn't angry anymore, only hurt. Her kicked-puppy expression was amped-up to ten, further increased through Sam's eyes.

Placing a hand on her shoulder, Gabriel gave her a small, sad smile. "Sorry kiddo. And…I'm sorry I lied to you too."

Krysta's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "About what?" she asked.

"About what would happen if you left these two jokers. Look, the thing is," he stared down at the carpet, unable to meet her gaze, "I was just worried about you. The world wouldn't have ended if you stayed, I just…I didn't want to see you get hurt. But, you're old enough to make your own decisions, I guess."

Sam's jaw set. "Wow, if that isn't the most dick move I've ever—"

"Sam." Krysta cut him off before turning back to her uncle, smiling softly. "Thanks, Uncle Gabe, just…no chick-flick moments," she quoted Dean, raising an eyebrow at him.

Gabriel mussed up his niece's hair chuckling. "Shaddup." Getting up from the bed, he gave the trio a lopsided grin. "Right, well I've gotta go. I promised Emily we'd go to the fair."

"Emily?" Dean questioned.

Shrugging, Gabriel conjured up a lolly-pop—about the size of his head—in replace of the cotton candy. "She gave me some advice a while back, thought I'd return the favor and try out the whole 'Guardian angel' thing. Why not combine the two?"

An abrupt "hey!" came from Sam's direction. "What about us?" he cried, throwing his hands into the air. "In case you haven't noticed, we're sort of in the wrong bodies!"

The archangel snorted. "I know," he gave Sam a shit-eating grin, "and I find that hilarious. Which is why, you're on your own!" With that, Gabriel snapped his fingers and disappeared.

Sam sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his long hair. "Great," he muttered, "so what, we're stuck like this?"

"Well," Krysta said slowly, not wanting to bring false hope into the situation, "I might be able to get us back to normal. No promises though."

The youngest Winchester jumped at the opportunity. "Great!" he exclaimed. "How?"

"I've got some books at one of my safe houses. I'm pretty sure one of them has a spell to reverse this." Krysta bit her bottom lip nervously, she really didn't want to be stuck as Sam for the rest of her life, but she wasn't one hundred percent positive she could get them back into their own bodies.

Dean scoffed. "Pretty sure?"

"Hey, it's better than nothing!" she defended herself. "Look, can we continue this conversation in a minute, guys? I'm gonna grab a drink from the vending machine outside." Krysta headed for the door, not bothering to stop when Dean spoke.

"How did you know there'd be a—"

"Isn't there always?" she called over her shoulder, interrupting him. Dean rolled his eyes as the door swung shut.

Krysta found the vending machine quickly. As she began to straighten out a five dollar bill, she heard footsteps behind her. She spun around just in time to see a man swing a knife at her. Blocking the blow, Krysta side-stepped the man and delivered a punch to his gut. As he grunted, she knocked the knife out of his hand, retrieving it quickly. She swiped at her opponent, just grazing his arm. When black goo started to drip from the cut, Krysta couldn't help but stare.

'Well that's certainly not normal,' she though wryly.

Her hesitance was all it took for a second man to sneak up behind her. He pinned her arms to her sides as the first man pressed a cloth roughly to her face, covering both her mouth and nose. She struggled, desperately trying to free herself, but either she wasn't used to and didn't have great control over such gangly limbs or the man was too strong. Either way, Krysta's vision started to blur, her ears started to ring, and before she knew it, everything went black.

"This shouldn't be taking so long." Sam was getting restless. Krysta had been gone for a few minutes already and he was starting to get worried.

Dean, ever the epitome of not overreacting—except, of course when it came to his brother—rolled his eyes. "Well, Sammy," he drawled lazily, "maybe she's having a hard time choosing between regular and diet Coke. And think about it this way; at least she wasn't wearing a skirt when you swapped bodies!" Dean laughed. He stopped upon receiving Sam's bitchface, Krysta-style. "Fine. We'll check up on her and then I'm gonna laugh at your mother-henning."

He was surprised, to say the least, when she wasn't there. "Okay…definitely getting a creepy vibe here." He looked over to where Sam was crouched by the vending machine, staring at the floor. "Whatcha got, Sammy?" Joining his brother, he saw a black liquid dripped onto the ground. Rubbing a bit between his fingers and feeling the texture, he cursed.

Leviathans.