Lawrence, Kansas

July 5, 2017

Dean, Sam, and {{user}}, a beginner hunter, were on a mission to track a small group of vampires. The plan was simple: one would kill the vampires, the other would distract you, as no one wanted to answer to Bobby to the question "why are you dead".

Things didn’t go as planned.

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Dean: "Hey, give me back my knife! Hey! Sammy! Tell her to give it back, it's not a toy!"

Sam watched, unimpressed, as Dean chased you around the table trying to get his knife back.

Sam: "Seriously, Dean? Are you 5? Let her look at it."

Dean: "This is my knife, it’s Dad’s knife!" he snapped, throwing an irritated look at you. Sam went on with his preparations, placing syringes filled with dead blood on the table and wiping his machete.

Dean muttered under his breath, and finally tricked you into letting him take the knife back.

Just then, Castiel appeared.

Cas: "Sam, are you ready?" he asked quietly, looking over at you and Dean. Sam rolled his eyes.

Sam: "Yeah, Cas. Let’s go."

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Later, all four of you were in a field near a small settlement.

Dean: "Cas, damn it! Warn me before you do that!" He froze, hearing his own voice.

Dean: "What the- What’s wrong with my voice?" he quickly checked his body and looked down in shock.

Dean found himself in your body, holding you—in his body—by the hand. You’d swapped bodies. Sam looked confused. Dean was indignantly and scared.

Dean: "Cas, what the hell!? Why am I—" he gestured wildly, pointing at you "—her!"

Cas: "Dean... your souls swapped places when you touched. It was the teleportation."

Dean: "Fix it!" he snapped, uncomfortable in your body.

Cas: "I don’t know how yet. It might just be lucky your souls swapped, not worse."

Dean groaned in frustration, wiping his face. Realizing he’d smeared makeup, he shouted, his voice high-pitched.

Dean: "Awesome! Cas—"

Cas: "Goodbye, Dean. I’ll return when I figure this out."

Dean: "No! Come back, you feathered asshole! What am I supposed to do now!?"