Title: The Swap

Rated for: T

Genre: Family, Friendship, Adventure,

Fandom/Universe: Supernatural

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel / Pastor Jim, Mary Campbell, Samuel Campbell, Deana Campbell, Christian Campbell, Mark Campbell, Gwen Campbell, Henry Winchester, John Winchester, Adam Milligan, OC's - Diana & Samantha Winchester.

Pairings: NONE

Spoilers/Warning: Mentions or info of some episodes through all 9 seasons. This chapter is somewhere between all the Leviathan stuff.

Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended. Good Omens and all related characters belong to Neil Gainmann and Terry Prachett. No infringement intended.

Summary: This is AU, so there are events from all seasons in random order thrown in here. So yes, I am very aware that a certain someone in this chapter isn't from the season this currently takes place.

Status: in-Progress

Author's Note: So... I haven't forgotten this Fic. I am working on it, just... not very diligently. The Muse hasn't been around too much but I've gotten some more ideas recently and hopefully I can get them on paper sooner, rather than later.

Chapter: A Glimpse of Home

When Sam looks up the last thing he expects is to see Samantha sitting on an overturned canoe at the water's edge.

"Well… is Sammy afraid of his girly version?"

"Shut up." Sam mutters through his clenched teeth. He's had enough of Lucifer blowing hot air in his ear, taunting him with sick innuendos and lecherous acts that only he can see and hear.

"Shut up? Oh, no. … no, no, Sam… I'm always going to be here."

Sam sucks in a breath and heads towards Samantha.

She knows its him, can hear his boots crunch under the gravel and jumps up from her seat to glare at him.

"Maybe I haven't been fair to you these past couple of weeks." Because Henry has told her that plenty of times. "You're not the one that dragged my sister on some stupid book Hunt and lost her to your side." Because that's where its all on her. "But you are the one looking to ditch your brother!"

"I'm not staying!" Sam yells back. She's made it clear, along with everyone else, how he doesn't belong on this side. They don't want him there…

"Not for lack of trying!" Samantha walks towards him. "He's on your side dealing with who knows what monsters. You're keeping secrets and if something happens to my sister because of it-!"

"What are you gonna do?" Sam glares down at her. "Threaten to beat me? You do that every time we're in the same room."

"Because you're an ass!" Samantha smacks her palm on his chest then smacks him again, only not as hard. She takes in a deep breath and wipes both hands over her eyes but she can't stop from crying. She's been taking her anger and guilt out on him. Hearing about his side, the things that have happened to their family and their friends…

Sam huffs with annoyance at the tears but he feels bad too. He's not sure how the tentative friendship they'd had became… this.

"Shut up." Samantha sniffles as she warns him off. She shakes her head as he closes his mouth and glares at her. "I don't…." she drags in a tired breath and stares at Sam. They'd sort of bonded talking about their respective sides. She's had a lot of time to think about what he told her, time to observe him… "How don't you see it?"

"What?" he looks confused and she scoffs.

"You… abandoned… your brother." Samantha shakes her head at him. "Don't try some bullshit denial, Sam. Don't even…" she sighs again and closes her eyes trying for a little patience before turning her eyes on him. "You told me about Stanford… Did you even think about Dean? And your little … 'freedom' stunt when you ran off on his watch? Did you even care? Are you even capable of seeing where you have screwed him over? Because all I've been doing is replaying every fucking moment I've gotten Di in some fuck-tastic mess because I wasn't-. …wasn't thinking about her. Wasn't listening when she'd tell me 'No'."

"Wow," Sam snorts derisively. "You bully her too…."

"Fuck you." Samantha snaps. "You fucking… maybe we are more alike than I care to admit. Except I'd never abandon my sister."

"How the hell is getting swapped with Diana, my fault?" Sam demands. "I wasn't running after some Hunt in a book."

"No, you're the asshole lying about shit on that side." Samantha balls her fists and shakes her head. "I don't care what Dad says. I am going through that door. And I'm going to find my sister."

"So this is where-."

"You shut up. Because I know what you're going to say and 'No'." Samantha jabs a finger at him, glaring. "I'm getting to your side of the veil, Sam. To fix this fuck up and tell my sister how sorry I am I even got her into this. I don't care how long that takes me."

"I bet she just needs some… release." Lucifer smacks Sam's shoulder grinning. "Well, get to it."

"What-?'' Sam looks to his left and bites his tongue but its too late. Samantha's noticed it, and its not the first time.

"I heard you talking to Henry." Samantha waits and the moment he realizes what exactly she knows doesn't give her any satisfaction. Its not like she thought it would feel… to hold one over on him when he's been keeping secrets. "Here. …Or there." She stops beside him, looking up. "You're still broken, Sam. And your place is not here. Even broken… Dean still needs you." She walks past. "Like I need my sister…"

But Sam shakes his head and turns to look out at the lake. Of course he loves his brother. It's Dean who's always been there, they're all they have left of this family and Sam still didn't raise a finger to get him back when the Hell Hounds took him. Sam had already spent endless days in a loop where Dean died every sort of way The Trickster could think up. Nothing Sam did had changed it and in the end only helped him come to terms with a loss that would break his brother.

"What's she know about it?" Lucifer stood beside Sam and faced out to the water. "That codependency with you two. You know-."

"Shut up!" Sam grits his teeth, jaw clenched and closes his eyes.

"This is getting old…." Lucifer sing-songs and sighs. "Just say it. Come on, Sammy. You'll feel much better, just say it…"

Sam shakes his head. He turns around, eyes searching the area but he's alone now. He ignores Lucifer but he's in his ear, taunting, yelling, whispering.

"I don't!" Sam yells. He's breathing hard and Lucifer is grinning like he's just won. "I dont…."

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She's got a plate with some of the ribs she's been cooking the past 18hrs, a baked potato with a heap of butter, cheese, bacon crumbles, slices of brisket and a dollop of sour-cream with a side of her spicy-sweet bbq sauce. 'I hope this Frank is like the one from my verse...' Diana really hopes he is, otherwise the food isn't going to help butter him for what she wants.

She knocks on his door with the bottom of the chilled beers in her hand and waits. Everything she's learned about this verse has been difficult to accept. There's a part of her she tries to ignore, but its been getting harder to do the longer she's stuck there. If she does end up having to stay... if they can't find a way to get her back to her side...

"What?" Frank scowls through the crack of door he's barely opened.

Diana moves the plate closer to his face and shows him the beers. "Brought some ribs and beer... but if you're not hungry..." She's quick to turn around and start to walk off.

"Now wait a minute." Frank pulls the door wide and takes a step out. Diana tries not to grin but she's got this sudden urge to jump up and down whooping with excitement. 'Just cus I got him to step out.' she almost rolls her eyes but it doesn't make her any less pleased with herself because part 1 of her plan is working.

"I've been slaving on that hot stove, Frank..." Diana skips up his steps and smiles as she walks him back into his trailer by pushing the plate at him. "Other Frank is always asking for more BBQ sauce. Let me know what you think."

Frank is holding the plate and staring at the girl that just invited herself into his home. He wants to kick her out but the smell of the food is already making his guts rumble. He grabs a rib and takes a bite.

Diana can tell this Frank is going to like her BBQ as much as other verse Frank does. She uncaps one of the beers and holds it out towards him. After a second, Frank grabs it and takes a drink before shoving a stack of newspapers off the table and sitting down to eat. Diana gives him a few moments to enjoy his food before she moves to clean off the chair across from him and sits down. "So... Frank?"

He looks up from the plate, still chewing and Diana smiles brightly at him. He's already shaking his head…

W

They trek through the heat and the stone and the sand to find the holy place that has what they seek. He's been watching them stumble along, growing more impatient with each step. At one point, he'd been about to just hand it to them and send them on their way home. There wasn't time to waste but there's Aziraphale in his ear reminding him they were not to interfere.

Crowley scowls. He doesn't like being at a disadvantage and right now, both sides are screwed. "And that… we can not have." He's smirking, not at all sorry for what he's doing and its so easy to get them heading his way. "And right about now…" he nods just as the wind starts to pick up and before they can take cover, there's a full on sandstorm. He gives it a minute but the stubborn angel is ignoring them… "Come on, Zira. …they can't get there without you."

"This is not part of the ineffable plan." Aziraphale frowns as the sand swirls around them, obscuring everything else. "We are not meant to interfere-."

"Oh, no, no." Crowley shakes his head. "I'm supposed to… nudge." he smiles and then bumps his shoulder to the angels. "Like so…" and nods to where the group is hunched together trying to cover themselves from the storm.

Aziraphale sighs, slightly annoyed but there's also resignation in that sound. He looks at Crowley but the snake isn't backing off. Aziraphale shuffles forward like an annoyed two year old that's doing as he's told when he clearly doesn't want to.

W

Diana has her overnight bag packed and ready to head out. She looks over to the sink where Bobby is brushing his teeth and then at Dean who is grumbling as he grabs his boots. She sighs and shakes her head, its not like she can't appreciate sleeping in, because she certainly likes to get her beauty rest… but they're on a job and Diana doesn't like to waste time. She has come to realize this grumpy-morning-Dean is so much more like her Sammy… There's a chirp from the nightstand and Diana grabs her cell phone like its about to combust. The caller ID says Fresno and she has a sudden rush of anxiousness, she hopes its what she's asked him for.

"Alright, ladies. I'm going to put my bag in my Defender and when I come back you'll be ready to head out." She eyes Dean and points to him as she walks out.

Dean scowls at the closed door and Bobby has a smile tugging at his lips watching them. "She's liable to leave your ass here, boy."

"We could've slept another hour…" he grumbles. "Dick ain't going anywhere."

"You sure about that?" Bobby arches an eyebrow but Dean just bends down and starts to tie his laces. Bobby goes back to the sink and rinses his toothbrush. The sudden burst of light comes almost at the same time as the rattling door. It was blinding and gone almost as fast…

"Please," he looks up at the men in the room. "Time is of the essence! Which of you is John Winchester?" his eyes slide back to the older man with the truckers cap. He can see both surprise and confusion on their faces.

"Who the hell are you, mister?" Dean stands, a quick glance to Bobby shows him the older Hunter is already moving towards their uninvited guest.

Henry looks around the room again, familiar items and yet so very strange. "This is… its absolutely… What did I do wrong?" he knows where it was he meant to appear and yet, his son is not there. He suddenly finds himself being shoved violently against the wall. "Please. I can assure you there is no need for violence." he glances towards the older man. "One of you must know John Winchester."

"We ain't the one jumped out of your closet…" Bobby has a pair of handcuffs in hand.

"Yes," Henry eyes them both. "My apologies." He focuses on Dean. "Is it absolutely essential, sir, that you keep your hands on me?"

Dean glares but he takes a step back and lets go.

"Thank you." Henry takes the slight advantage and keeps his hands busy by smoothing his suit jacket while scanning the room once more and taking note of the older Hunter still approaching him with the handcuffs.

"Gentlemen, in the absence of any and all other explanations, I'm afraid this has been a marvelous, tragic misunderstanding." He starts to walk forward knowing its very likely he wont get to the door. "I'll be on my way."

Dean scowls. "Yeah, I don't think so."

"There are things of grave importance." Henry finally scowls. "I do not have time to deal with the likes of you."

But he's unable to get past Dean who grabs him just as Bobby hurries forward with the handcuffs.

"You're not going anywhere, 007, till we get some answers." Dean kinda smirks, pleased with himself… until he finds his wrist attached to the chair along with Bobby's. "How'd he do that?" he scowls and yanks on his wrist. "You got to be kidding me!"

Before Henry can get to the door, it opens and a young woman stops just inside the room. She seems surprised but he doesn't have time to waste on any of them.

"...Pops?" Diana blinked, figured maybe this was some kind of mirage, maybe she's imagining a very young Henry Winchester is standing right in front of her. This man, in his very neat blue suit and perfectly combed hair, is just like the grandfather she's seen in pictures.

Diana felt the giddy exuberance kind of wash out of her. Here she was, excited to finally have a lead on Charlie, all she had to do was detour to her place after this Hunt…

Henry doesn't know her, he frowns and shoots a glance at the men he's left handcuffed but they haven't gotten free. "I… beg your pardon, miss…"

Diana sort of laughs, she smiles and it feels like her heart is being squeezed tightly. She believed Dean, when he said they didn't have any loved one's left on his side of the verse. "Pops! I mean… How-?"

"Hey!" Dean yells, glaring at her. "What the hell, Diana?" and he jangles their handcuffed wrists.

Diana frowns, she looks from Dean and Bobby to Henry and back and doesn't understand how they're all at odds. "It's Pops.'' She points to Henry but Dean just scowls at her. "Henry Winchester- a very young Henry." She stares at her grandfather who seems shocked that she'd know him. "But, how-?"

Henry assumes the young woman must know her son. "Please, There is no time. I must find John Winchester."

Diana shakes her head. "We need to make time, Po-." she sucks in a breath seeing his frown and has to tell herself this Henry isn't hers and he wouldn't know her anyway. "I'm Diana Camp-." she bites her tongue and starts again. "Winchester. I know who you are, I've seen your pictures."

"No." Dean snaps. "We don't know. That could be some shifter. Or ghoul-."

Diana rolls her eyes and scoffs. "Oh get off it, Dean." she moves towards young Henry and reaches a hand out. "Don't mind him." she waves a free hand at Dean. "Uhm, but maybe we can test you…?"

Henry grabs her arm. "Where is John?" he doesn't understand her sudden expression of sorrow.

"Uhm, we really should talk… Can we? Please…?" she waits, hoping she doesn't have to tell him what she knows, this soon.

Henry glances at the others and expels a heavy sigh. "Very well."

Diana motions him to the table and sends a glare to her boy-version. "Need help? Or can you manage on your own?"

Dean glares back at her but Bobby has his keys and they get free quickly. Bobby takes a seat at the table just as Henry steps away from the chair he pulled out for Diana. Dean comes over, the flask in his hand and before any of them can say anything, he flicks the clear liquid on Henry's face just as he takes a seat.

"Christ-! I swear…!" Diana partially comes out of her chair, as Henry laughs and wipes at his face. She doesn't see why Dean has to be a jerk just because he didn't have a Henry of his own while growing up.

"And there with the holy water." he spares a glance at Dean only to feel his arm held down by the older Hunter and then suffer a cut.

"Enough!" Diana slams both hands on the table and glares at them. This might not be her Pops but she's still not ok with mistreating the man.

"He's clean." Dean snaps and stands just to the side, arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

Henry pulls down the sleeve of his jacket. "I could have told you that."

"Yeah," Dean takes a step closer. "Well, you can start by telling us everything before I beat it out of you."

"I'm quite certain this is all beyond your understanding, my alpha-male-monkey friend. And violence will not help you comprehend this any easier."

Diana grabs Dean's arm just as he points his gun at Henry while pulling him closer by his jacket lapel. "Knock it off!"

"Let me tell you what I understand-!"

"Dean!" Diana yanks on his arm harder. "Get your damn gun out of our Grandfather's face!"

Henry looks at them, he'd heard Diana introduce herself but he didn't dare assume they could both be related.

"John Winchester is your Father?" he glances at them. "Both of you?"

"Well," Diana shoves Dean and takes her seat again. "I mean, yes. But… well, not exactly both of ours…"

"She's not from here." Dean hooks a thumb at Diana but he never takes his eyes from Henry.

"I don't understand." Henry looks between them and sees the similarities in their features.

"Its a long, complicated story-."

"Girl got swapped with Sam." Bobby points a hand at Dean. "That one's little brother, both of 'em are John's boys. The girl too, only she ain't from this verse."

"..verse?" Henry looks confused and he's getting more frustrated.

"I told you," Diana leans forward. "Long story, Pops."

"I've indulged you all enough." Henry shakes his head and stands up. "Now, where is my son?"

Diana looks up at Henry. She doesn't want to tell him and her eyes skip to Dean. "He's not-." Diana heaves a sigh and turns back to Henry. "I'm sorry Pops. Dad is…"

"Dead." Dean gets both their attention and Diana frowns at him.

"Your bedside manner bites." Diana glares at him. "Pops…" she turns to Henry who still looks like they're nuts.

"How 'bout we start with some names?' Bobby cuts in and gets their attention, because their 'guest' hasn't introduced himself, even if Diana says this is Henry Winchester. "Then we talk about what just happened…" he nods to the closet door.

The one that starts to rattle violently.

"What is that?" Henry turns to where the sigil begins to glow. "Oh, my God."

Dean turns to look where Henry is looking. "What?"

"Run!" Henry shoves the chair aside and moves towards Diana. He's about to grab her arm but the flash of bright light is followed by a familiar figure stepping out.

"Henry." She laughs. "Silly man, you forgot to lock the door. But then spells never were your best subject, were they?" she glances at them in turn only to focus on her target. "Why don't you be a doll and give me what I want? And I promise to kill you and your friends here quickly."

Henry backs up, purposely putting himself in front of Diana. "You know I can't do that."

Abbadon laughs. "You're not a fighter, Henry."

Dean chose to aim his gun, just then but Abbadon sent him and Bobby flying into the wall with just a wave of her arm. Diana gasped, her brother lay still and Bobby wasn't moving either.

"Josie." Henry took a step towards her but Abbadon held him in place. "I know you're still in there. You must fight this."

Diana slowly reaches to her back, she has her colt tucked in her waist-band. Out of the corner of her eye she spots Dean slowly moving.

Abbadon smirks, another shake of her head. "I'm afraid Josie's indisposed, pet. It looks like it's just you and me."

Dean lunges to his feet, the demon knife in his hand which he shoves into her back. She screams, falling to her knees and Diana feels like she's watching outside of her body. This woman, she may not be the Josie from her verse but what's happening on this side… Its the first time Diana is seeing what exactly has happened to the others, the stories Dean told her… 'This is real…'

"Well," Abbadon gasps, catching her breath as the light stops flashing through her body. "That is no way to treat a lady."

Diana draws her weapon as Josie slowly stands and turns towards her, the pitch black eyes… Diana pulls the trigger, two quick shots to the chest and a third one to the head setting it to glow with bright lights. Diana moves around Henry quickly, gun still drawn on the demon.

"Whoo!" Abbadon twists her head back and forth, smiling as she focuses on Diana and Henry standing just behind her looking shocked. "What a blast. Now," she tries to move and her smile turns to a scowl. "Why am I stuck?" she tries again and screams. The lights go off and on, the room shakes but the demon is stuck, held in place.

Diana hears a soft gasp from Henry. "Because I say so."

Abbadon screams at her but she's unable to move.

"You've…" Henry points to Diana, glancing between her and Abbadon. "The bullets…?"

"Standard issue." Diana pops out the clip and tosses it to Henry who catches it and sort of fumbles it.

Dean nods to the bullet Henry slips out. "Devil's Trap carved in the bullet."

"You cant kill me!" Abbadon yells and continues to struggle.

"No?" Dean scowls. Bobby grabs a machete from the bag and hands it over. "You're gonna wish we did." he swings it, taking her head clean off. "The demon trap in your noggin is gonna keep you from smoking out. We're gonna cut you into little steaks and bury each strip under cement. You might not be dead, but you'll wish you were."

Diana takes a sharp breath but it doesn't help relieve the knots in her stomach. She moves to the door only for Henry to reach for her arm. "I just need some air." she pulled away and hurried outside. She stops in the parking lot, dragging in deep breaths. She doesn't see the people going about their morning, the cleaning lady just a few rooms down… Its on a loop, playing in her mind, Dean swinging the machete, Aunt Josie's head… the thud as it hit the floor and then rolling-. She doesn't hear the door open, or his steps, but she feels the hand lightly touching her shoulder and she flinches, and its a reflex, bringing her gun to bear on a threat… But its only Henry.

Henry holds his hand up and takes a little step away from her. "Forgive me…"

Diana shakes her head. "No, I'm sorry, Pops-. Sorry."

Henry tries to smile and holds out the clip. "This is… strange."

Diana nods, she doesn't hide her feelings from him, its not her Pops but he's what she has and she's not above pretending. "It sucks balls." She looks away and tucks the gun at her back. "I know, I know, that is not my Aunt Josie… but she-. This isn't the woman that taught me how to be a Woman Of Letters… and Dean just-." she runs both hands through her loose hair and grips the back of her neck, taking another deep breath. "He told me how it is on this side. Some of it, anyway but this… its different when you see…"

Henry sees her struggling to regain her composure, he reaches a hand to her again only she looks up at him again. She roughly wipes the lone tear sliding down her cheek and smiles at him.

"I don't know how you're here… But I'm very glad that you are."

Henry isn't sure he is. He looks around and Diana follows his gaze. She really looks at their surroundings and then back at Henry and it hits her, this has to be very strange for him. He's a man out of his own time…

W

Charlie notices the change before anyone else. When she tries to pull away, just enough to look, but Mark tightens his hold on her. He can't hear over the sand storm but he can see her jabbing her arm towards something… but the storm is too thick. Charlie pulls again and this time one of the Men Of Letters starts to point as well. The next hand signals are familiar to Mark and they move in the same direction Charlie was trying to get Mark to go. The group stumbles through a narrow opening in a mound of sand. The sudden silence from the cave they find themselves in only amplifies the coughing and heavy breathing from the group.

"Whoa…" Charlie shoves the scarf off her face and head, looking around. "It's so… green."

"Did anyone notice this?" Alden coughs and looks around too because he certainly hadn't noticed the cave in the middle of the desert.

"Not on our map." Stephen stands up and shakes the sand off his shirt and scarf. "Colton-."

"I'm already… no signal." he frowns, shaking the tablet but there's still no signal.

"Same here." Boone huffs a breath and shoves the sat-phone back into his pack.

"Uhm," Charlie turns back to the group, a thumb hooked over her shoulder. "Is this normal?" she turns back to the rough stairs; stones covered with moss… Mark moves up beside Charlie and frowns at the rough steps in front of them.

"...is this… moss?" Darla squeezes past them and down the first couple of steps. "And its cooler in here…"

"What do you think?" Thaddeus takes his pack off and moves past Charlie and Mark.

"Could be an underground water source…" Darla partially sits back and raises her hand. "Think I feel a breeze."

"I feel like this is where the group decides to separate…" Charlie glances from one face to another. "That's always a bad idea."

"We're not separating." Mark assures and he looks at Stephen who frowns because that's exactly what they were going to do. A few of them could go explore while the rest waited for the storm to abate.

"The storm has us pinned down." Colton points out. "If we can get fresh water and," he waves a hand to where Darla and Thaddeus are a few steps further down than they'd been before. "keeps those two from going off alone..?"

"I'm game." Boone shrugs.

"Did you all forget the reason we're out here in the first place?" Mark glares at them. "I've got one job and I'm not about to go sightseeing-."

"You want to walk out in that?" Stephen points to the gusts of sand still slamming into the crack of entrance they'd fallen through. "Ten minutes." he nods to the Men of Letters. "Start the clock."

"Yo-!" Mark scowls and moves towards Stephen only for Charlie to step in front of him.

"We should all stick together…" She looks up at him and after a long moment she finally gets a short nod of acquiescence from him.

The group moves, walking slowly as each step takes them down into the ground. They use flashlights to navigate in the dark but pretty soon there's no need. Light leaks into the cave from above, the sound of their breathing and footsteps echo.

"...it's so…" Charlie casts her eyes up and the glow of light makes the cavern they finally come into seem like some other world.

"Anyone else hearing this?" Darla has her head tilted slightly, listening and once they all quiet down they can hear it too.

"...water…" Thaddeus shifts around and his flashlight catches on something reflective. Darla moves ahead of him and soon they're both at the edge. "We got a stream…" their lights shine on the surface and both point up towards the light. "Its coming from over there."

"Alright," Mark heaves a breath and shifts the pack on his back. "You got your ten minutes, Now, let's get back-."

"Uh, maybe we sit tight?" Stephen cuts in. "Wait here until the storm lets up and we can get a signal again."

"I can try…" Colton looks around and finally points. "From over there. It's higher and there is plenty of sunlight." he starts moving even before he's done talking.

"Why don't you two check the water." Stephen nods to where Darla is knelt down. "See if its safe to drink."

Charlie can see Mark is getting more annoyed with the Men of Letters so she slips her hand in his and tugs him in the direction that Boone had gone. "Come on, we cant do anything until the storm is done. Right now, this is better than sitting back at the entrance and watching sand blow in…" she trails off, a little frown playing over her face and she looks up. "There's no sand…"

Mark frowns. He looks up to where there's sunlight pouring into the cavern… "No sand." He hurries forward until he's caught up to Boone. "Where the hell are we?"

Boone huffs a breath, he's got static but no connection. "In a cave, in the desert…"

"Smart ass," Mark scowls and jabs towards the sunlight. "Then explain how there's no sand raining down from up there?"

Boone looks up, frowning. "...sand… how..?"

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Crowley has a bit of chuckle. "Well done, Zira."

Aziraphale doesn't answer. He isn't happy about allowing them entrance. The garden is supposed to be untouched… He flits away, lands on the edge of a cliff where the Tree has been kept safe. He's conflicted, allowing the humans to walk in a place where their kind have not been since the creation of man ate the fruit of knowledge and walked out…

"I can take it to them…" Crowley slowly walks around the tree, looking up into its branches.

Aziraphale frowns, his eyes following Crowley until they look at each other.

"Or you can take it yourself…"

Aziraphale huffs and turns away to look up into the branches.

"Don't you want the world to stay as it is?" Crowley takes a few steps closer. "I thought we agreed… we love this big blue ball and its mud-monkeys!"

Aziraphale side-eyes Crowley then takes a deliberate step to the Tree. He reaches his hand out and waits…

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