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...Why do you all look like you want to murder me? I've only been gone since... *looks at watch* June 2nd-oh.

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I had exams and final projects, my computer DIED (seriously, the hard drive was fried and I just got the new one yesterday), I was in New Brunswick on vacation for 10 days, my aunt died, I've had work, I moved into a new house for school, AND I couldn't figure out how to write this chapter. OH! Also, I've been working on an original story too so yeah there's that.

Anyways, thank you all for being so patient. Now that school's over, it's summer, I'm moved in, and all I have to do is work and go job hunting, I should be able to keep up with updating!

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Chapter 6 – The Cherry On Top

"Leviathans? Leviathans? You're joking, right? This is just some…sick joke! Right? Dean! Tell me this is a joke!"

Sam wasn't taking their discovery very well.

He was frantic. His voice was getting more high-pitched and girly by the second. Which made sense, considering his most recent body-swap partner was Krysta.

Running his hands through his hair, Sam paced back and forth behind Dean.

Dean was still crouched down, staring in disbelief at the black goo covering his fingertips.

"Dammit," he growled under his breath. He wiped his hand on his jeans and stood before pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. He couldn't believe they'd lost Krysta…again. And the cherry on top of this why-can-we-never-catch-a-break cake? Sam's body was gone God-knows-where with her.

"Would you quit your whining, Samantha?" Dean sneered, spinning to face his younger brother-turned-sister. "You're giving me a migraine."

Sam's eyes flashed in anger. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he snarked, "but I'm kinda going through something right now!"

"Wow, that time of the month already?"

"No, Jerk. The fact that purgatory's most wanted have my body!"

There was a loud CRACK! as Sam put his fist through the wall.

Dean's eyebrows rose slightly as his eyes widened. Sam punching a wall in his own body was impressive. But using Krysta's? 'Damn. Chick's stronger than she looks.'

Releasing the breath he didn't know he was holding, Dean shook his head at his younger brother. It looked like he was going to have to be the level-headed one again.

"Alright, don't get your panties in a twist." Ignoring the Sam-Krysta bitchface combo he received, Dean thought of a plan. "Okay. Before she left, Krysta said something about a safe house, right? Maybe there's something there that could help us find her…um…you…uhh…you know what I mean."

Sam nodded thoughtfully. "Okay," he started slowly, "but one problem. Krysta never said where it was."

Dean grinned widely. "You are Krysta."

"We swapped bodies, Dean, not memories." Sam rolled his eyes and shot his brother his "I-can't-believe-that-we're-actually-related" look.

"Well, yeah, but she might have something on her that could give us a clue," Dean countered. "Duh."

"Very mature, Dean."

Rolling his eyes at his brother—who was now sticking his tongue out like a four-year-old—Sam started checking Krysta's pockets.

He was about to give up—finding nothing but extra ammo, a pen knife, some spare change, and a very squished pop tart (which Dean quickly claimed)—when he noticed a thin chain around his neck. Pulling it over his head, Sam found a single, silver key.

"Huh," he said, holding it close to get a good look, "I wonder where this—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

"Sam?" Dean stared at where his brother had stood. Sam had vanished.

"Sam?"

"Nnnnuuuuggggghhhhhhhhh."

Krysta did not feel good.

There were a few reasons for this. She made a mental list while trying to find the muscles that opened her eyes.

Her head still hurt from it being used to attack the Chevelle.

She'd slept one full night in two weeks.

Her body was too big for her liking.

Someone was rambling beside her and he wouldn't shut up.

Stuff kept attacking her.

Her ears were ringing and her thoughts were proving difficult to keep track of. All thanks to some jackass with a can of chloroform.

Finally, Krysta managed to open her eyes. Looking around, she saw that she had been kidnapped. Again. It was starting to get old.

Krysta was also—much to her dislike—still in Sam's body. She groaned.

Looking over, Krysta could put the chattering voice to a face. A boy, most likely a student, was sitting next to her on the floor.

And he was talking.

Still.

Didn't he ever stop to breathe?

"—and I thought for sure you were dead I mean why would they keep you alive aren't you like their enemy number one or something but then I felt for a pulse and you had one and you were breathing so I—"

"Dude!" Krysta held up a hand and interrupted him. "No offense, but shut up."

"Sorry, Sam, it's just really good to see you."

'Uh oh. He thinks I'm Sam. Should I tell him? Can I trust him? He might not even be human. And would he believe me? If he did, would he trust me?' Krysta pondered this for a few moments before:

"Yeah, you too. Sorry man, my head's still pretty jumbled up. What's your name again?"

The boy looked a bit hurt at Krysta's question, but more concerned. "Kevin. Kevin Tran."

"Right, right. Sorry Kevin, chloroform has a nasty effect on me." Krysta tried to look apologetic, hoping Kevin would believe the lie.

He perked up almost instantly. "No worries. It's cool."

Seeing the trust in his eyes, Krysta decided to get some information from Kevin. "Right, so do me a favour. Refresh me. What's going on? Who kidnapped me?"

Kevin's eyebrows furrowed together. "Wow, it messes you up that much?"

"I'll be fine in a little while. I just kinda need to know what's going on now. You know?" She pleaded with her eyes.

"Alright, sure. What did you need to know?"

"Everything. Start at the beginning."

As Kevin filled her in, Krysta's eyes grew impossibly large. Leviathans? That's what the Winchesters were up against? She'd never gone up against something this big. She would rather face Lucifer himself! Again! And now she was smack in the middle of things. Powerless. This was not good.

'You muttonheads better find me. Fast!'