"Quetzalcoatl once worshipped as a god in the Mesoamerican era several hundred years ago. He's actually a demon, both ancient and powerful. The Mayan symbol we found is part of his cult," began Sam.
"Aztec," cut in Castiel.
"What?" replied Sam, bitch face ready to show.
Castiel walked closer, picking up the small stone tablet they'd found. "It's Aztec," he repeated. "Not Mayan."
"Are you saying I'm wrong?" bit back Sam. He'd spent most the night compiling his research.
"I'm saying that particular statement is wrong," answered Castiel. "I have yet to hear the rest of your findings so therefore cannot gauge their accuracy in truth."
Sam's jaw began to clench as he eyeballed the former angel.
Recognising that look all too well Dean finally intervened, nearly dragging Cas out of the motel room announcing it was breakfast time. The pair headed to the dinner across the road from their motel. "You need to be more considerate," said Dean sliding into the booth next to Castiel.
Knowing what Dean was referring to, Castiel simply furrowed his brow. "He was wrong; I was merely trying to correct him."
"I know," replied Dean. "Its just that Sammy spent all night compiling that stuff so maybe you could seem a little more appreciative of his efforts rather than just correcting the minor details, especially when he can throw you through a wall. Hell it's not like we really need to know this Tex Mex demon's favourite color or anything."
They'd barely ordered when Sam joined them, sliding into the booth, sitting opposite to Dean. A couple of awkward, silent minutes passed before Dean finally elbowed Cas in the ribs, prompting the smaller man.
"Sam," began Castiel. "I am grateful for your efforts. In the future I will try and be more considerate rather than critical of your work."
One eyebrow raised Sam thanked Castiel, relieved that the waitress choose that point in time to interrupt them with coffee.
Their meals arrived not long after, Dean having ordered for Sam already, knowing that his brother would eventually want breakfast regardless of the mood he was in. Cas set about helping himself to the tomatoes on Dean's plate, as Dean stole the sausages from his. Sam didn't even blink, this was all normal to him now.
Of course it had been weird to begin with in the beginning, but six months down the track he couldn't care less. Castiel was human, he was living with them, he was in love with Dean and Dean was in love with him. Sam didn't mind, he was happy for Dean, he was happy for both of them. As far as he saw it an ex-angel was a great resource to have on hunts, especially now that Lucifer was dead and hunting was back to a reasonable pace.
"So if I were in this freaky demon's cult," said Dean, pushing his empty plate aside.
"Quetzalcoatl," cut in Sam, realizing his brother had forgotten the name already.
"Yeah," continued Dean. "Now if I were one of his followers, where would I be hiding? This is a small town, not a lot of warehouses or abandoned buildings around."
Sam shrugged, so the brothers turned their attention to Cas, who strangely was pouring maple syrup into his coffee. He'd picked up a few odd tastes in his short time as a human but Dean figured he'd get the hang of it all soon enough.
"Any ideas Cas?" asked Dean.
"They practice human sacrifice," explained Castiel. "Therefore they would need somewhere large, dark, private, and maze like, that is hard to navigate."
"Sewers," answered Sam and Dean simultaneously.
The went back to Sam's room, having resorted to buying two rooms in every motel they went to after Sam woke up one night to the sound of several low moans and groans coming from the bed beside him. The trio as they were now days set about packing supplies for their hunt. Tonight was the full moon, which was the perfect silhouette for almost any dark ritual.
The plan was simple; navigate the extensive sewers, find the three missing women who were no doubt going to be sacrificed and stop the evil cult worshipers form raising the ancient demon. Well at least it had sounded simple when Sam explained it.
Much to their dumb luck the plan went pretty well. They'd found the sacrificial lair, in just over half an hour. Unfortunately they were a little behind schedule.
"I thought these kinds of rituals took place at the stroke of midnight or something like that?" complained Dean, as he looked out from their hiding spot.
"Not always," responded Castiel. "A lot of the time these summoning rituals take place at night time but must be completed before midnight."
"Great," huffed Dean. "Now what?"
"All is not lost," stated Cas. "Quetzalcoatl must complete the sacrifice ceremony to be fully restored, currently he would be considered rather weak."
Sharing a gaze Dean and Sam knew they had to act now or it'd be too late. "Alright," Dean cleared his throat taking the assertive older brother role. "Sammy you go all Hulk on those three guys guarding the sacrifices over there, Cas you take out the dude chanting in the corner and I'll introduce the quesadilla man to the knife."
There was no time to argue as the three of them slowly drifted apart, getting into position. Then with no warning they stuck. Castiel made pretty quick work of the priest, the combat lessons with Dean having paid off. Sam took a nasty jab to the left side of his face but managed to subdue the three cloaked men, before he set about untying the missing women from their separate alters. All three were drugged and unconscious.
Quetzalcoatl, mostly due to the fact that he had been taken off guard, didn't put up much resistance as Dean managed to plunge the knife into his stomach. He did however get in one well aimed knock out punch, sending Dean flying. A luminous red light emitted from the demon seconds before he died. The beams stretched out hitting both Sam and Castiel as the pair tried to rush towards Dean.
When all had subsided Dean slowly came to. Sluggishly he rose to his feet, scanning his surroundings his gaze fell on Castiel who was slumped in a heap a few feet away. Kneeling down, the hunter shook the former angel. "Cas," grunted Dean. "Come on wake up," the breath he'd been holding onto finally escaped him as Dean noticed the other man begin to stir.
"Thought I'd lost you there for a second," blurted Dean.
"I'm okay," came a strained reply.
Relieved Dean leaned forward to kiss his lover.
"What the hell are you doing?" barked the smaller man, reaching out to push Dean's face away.
Puzzled, Dean gripped him tighter. "Cas what's wrong?"
"What are you retarded, I'm not Cas," insisted the man who looked a lot like Castiel.
"Jimmy?" questioned Dean, knowing it was stupid to ask as the vessel died some time ago.
"What the fuck? Dean it's me Sam," hissed the younger Winchester as if his older brother was insane.
Before Dean could respond he was interrupted by the approaching figure of his brother.
"Dean," said Castiel, looking down at his newly acquired body. "We have a problem."
A small laugh escaped Dean. "You're telling me, this doofus thinks he's Sam."
"That's because he is," replied Castiel.
Confused, Dean took a step back. "What?"
Sam quickly rose to his feet, he's head was pounding but it was already starting to wear off. The shudder that ripped through him when he saw his body standing a few feet away nearly caused him to fall over once again. "Jesus Christ," he spat, looking down at himself.
"Someone want to tell me what the fuck is going on?" Dean's voice was rasp as he ground out the question. "We just kicked some major demon ass, but you two are acting as if you've both been taking crazy pills."
"Like I was saying before, I am Castiel, that is Sam," stated the former angel.
Frowning Dean swapped a quick glance between the pair. "If this is your attempt at a prank Sammy, gotta say not your best."
"Dean for once in your life would you just stop being such a dumbass," snapped Sam, clearly off put by his current circumstance and Dean's unwillingness to accept it wasn't making things easier.
"I'm not buying it," protested Dean. He flinched back but didn't move when Castiel leaned in whispering into his ear. Seconds past before the former angel stepped away. Dean's jaw was ajar and his face flushed. "Cas?" he choked looking at his brother's body. "It really is you." Clearing his throat Dean readjusted his collar and headed for the exit. He could hear the cop sirens and knew the women were safe now. "Let's just get out of here."
With Dean a few feet ahead, Sam bumped shoulders against Castiel. "What did you say to him?" The youngest Winchester was stunned by his brother's sudden turnaround.
"I merely reminded him of what we did last night," replied Cas, a sly smirk on his face that made Sam regret even asking.
The ride back to the motel was interesting. Sam had to give Castiel the front seat now that Sam was technically the smallest of the lot. It was funny though at first to watch Cas try and manoeuvre Sam's large frame into the backseat.
The atmosphere was still as the three of them sat at various places around the tiny motel room. Dean had to leave the bed he was sitting on, finding it strange that Cas was sitting next to him. Normally he'd welcome it but not when Cas was wearing Sam's body.
Pacing around the room, Dean's legs felt like lead. He was still a bit loopy from being knocked out earlier and was sure it'd leave a bruise on his jaw for at least a couple of days. He had a headache, and was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that brother and boyfriend (a term he'd never use outside of his mind) had gotten themselves into their own version of Freaky Friday.
"Dean, are you okay?" asked Castiel, the ex-angel's concerned look not as affective as it usually was.
"Maybe you should get some sleep?" suggested Sam. "We can figure this out tomorrow." Not wanting to leave Dean with the option to argue, Sam grabbed his room key from the table where he'd left it earlier that day and left.
With Sam gone, Dean's shoulders relaxed out of habit. He turned back looking at the queen size bed then across at Castiel. "Ah..." he stuttered. "How do you want to do this?"
"What do you mean?" answered Castiel, looking bewildered at the statement.
"The sleeping arrangements," replied Dean. "I guess I could stomach the floor for a night."
Frowning now the ex-angel hung his head. "You don't want to sleep next to me?"
Opening and closing his mouth Dean weighed his options. "Come on Cas, you really can't expect me to want to share a bed with you after what's happened?"
"But it's me," Castiel looked like a kid who'd been told there was no more chocolate milk.
"In Sam's body," hissed Dean. Defeated the other man turned away. It made Dean want to comfort him but the thought just freaked him out too much. The tension was high as Dean sloped down onto the ground, covering himself with the spare blanket. Sleep came rather easily, mostly due to his injuries.
Morning came when Sam rang Dean to tell him to send Castiel up to his room so they could work out the issue of clothes. Sam was taking all of it surprisingly well, but Dean figured this probably didn't even rate too highly on their weird shit-o-metre.
Lazily Dean brushed his teeth, leaning up against the doorway whilst looking out from the bathroom.
Sam was shirtless and hunched on the other side of the room, going through Castiel's bag trying to find a shirt he liked. Castiel's taste in clothes was different to Sam's so the younger Winchester took his time deciding. A force of habit more than anything else Dean soon found himself staring down the smalls of Sam's back to the waist line of his jeans, loving the way the material...
"Dean," barked Sam, a confused, angry look on his face.
"What?" replied Dean, moving the brush against his teeth once again.
Slow at first Sam caught on quickly putting on the shirt he'd been holding; a plain sky blue tee. "Were you just checking me out?"
Eyes darting to the ground, Dean looked incredibly guilty as he shrugged. "Maybe."
"Dude, that's gross," winced Sam.
"What?" Dean pulled the toothbrush from his mouth. "It's not you I'm looking at; it's still Cas' body." It's not like Dean would try anything with Sam in Cas' body but he could still look, or at least that's what he told himself.
Trying to remain as non-freaked out as possible Sam just made a beeline for the door. "I think it's time to eat." He didn't wait for Dean's reply.
In the diner once again, Dean sat next to Sam and watched as Castiel tried to glide into the booth opposite them. "It's not as easy as you make it look," said the ex-angel looking at Sam.
Smirking Sam played it off. "Just takes practice."
A waitress soon came and took their orders before disappearing once again.
"Okay," Dean cleared his throat. "How do we fix this?"
"I tried to do a little research last night," began Sam. "But kept coming up empty. No counter spells, rituals, chants, anything."
Finally comfortable within the booth Castiel decided to speak. "It's most likely linked to time," he explained. "This ritual took place on a full moon therefore it will require a new moon to undo it. Until then there is nothing we can do but wait."
"New moon," repeated Sam. "But that's still eleven days from now. We're stuck like this for eleven days?"
"Yes," replied Castiel, his words soon followed by a simultaneous groan from both Dean and Sam.
The waitress interrupted them with their meals, pouring a second round of coffee as well. She left and Dean leaned in, getting into serious mode. "We'll just have to work out a system," he stated, leaning across to take a piece of toast from Sam's plate, only to be met with a fork to the hand. "Son of a bitch," hissed Dean, sure he'd heard Sam growl somewhat. "Right," Dean knew he was going to mix up the two men many times over the course of the next few days. This time he reached across the table to Cas' plate but the other man smacked his hand away. "Cas," complained Dean. "What the hell?"
"I'm sorry," he replied, moving his plate out of reach. "Now that I am in this much larger form, I require more sustenance."
Grumbling, Dean went back to his own meal. "Stupid fucking demon," he grunted to himself.
When they were finished eating it was Sam who got them back on topic. "We can do this," he sounded confident. "Like Dean said, we just need a system."
"Exactly," Dean agreed. "You can stay in your room. Me and Cas can swap to one with two singles. Then we'll just wait out the next eleven days, no hunts no nothing."
Eventually all three of them nodded, it was an easy enough plan. Or at least it sounded easy.
The rest of the day went on without a problem. The same however, could not be said for the following ten days. Day two started off simple enough until Castiel decided to walk out from the shower completely naked, towel in hand. Dean fell off the bed trying to rid himself of the sight of his naked baby brother. Cas wasn't sure what the problem was.
Thursday lunch was just as weird when Dean walked in on Sam making himself a sandwich. "You gonna make me one to?" asked Dean, not too disappointed when he reminded himself that it was Sam not Castiel that stood before him.
"Bite me," retorted Sam, sliding down into the table, he'd gotten quite good in moving around in Castiel's body.
Dean was totally in the mood to fuck with his brother's mind. "You know I'm surprised you'd be eating with your hands, especially when you think about all the wonderfully filthy things Cas has done to me with them."
Paling, Sam looked at Dean then back at the sandwich, the mental images all to clear in his mind. Closing his eyes, the younger Winchester, dropped the meal and pushed the plate away, before standing up and storming out of the room.
Smiling to himself, Dean sat in Sam's chair and proceeded to eat his sandwich.
That weekend though Dean learnt his lesson. He'd known Castiel had no qualms being close to him, even in his new body. And in the middle of the night after a quick bathroom run Cas decided he wanted to be closer to Dean like he usually was.
The bed dipped down as Castiel got under the covers beside Dean. His voice no higher than a whisper Cas woke the hunter.
Half asleep and dazed Dean went a long with it when Cas kissed him. But when his mind finally caught up Dean's eyes shot open. Completely freaked, Dean pushed Cas off and jumped off the bed locking himself in the bathroom, cursing widely at himself, at Cas and the demon's spell. Nothing was said the following morning when Sam came down for breakfast to find Dean still brushing his teeth while keeping a watchful eye on Castiel.
The following Wednesday was a close call when Dean just walked in on time to stop Castiel from cutting his hair. The other man was complaining that it was far too long to manage properly. Dean sighed with relief cause yeah there would be no where the ex-angel could hide if he cut of Sammy's hair.
Other more comical things happened through out the week and a half too. Like the bruise on Castiel's forehead because he wasn't use to having to duck his way through the shower door. Or when he tried to wear his own clothes even though they were three sizes too small.
Overall when the final day came all three men were more than happy. Dean would finally get Cas back in the right non-incestuous body, Cas would finally be able to fit everywhere again (bed, the back seat, through the shower door) and Sam well Sam couldn't wait to be tall again.
As the clock struck midnight the familiar red light flashed across the room. Being conscious this time Dean watched as it hit both Sam and Castiel knocking the two of them to the ground. What he didn't gamble on was being knocked out himself seconds later, most likely what he believed to be a residual effect.
First to his feet Castiel rejoiced when he realized that he was once again himself. Searching the room he went to sit beside the form of Dean's still unconscious body. Only seconds went by before the hunter began to stir. "Dean," he said. "All is as it should be."
"Cas," called Dean from across the room, drawing Castiel's attention away from the man beside him. "We have a problem," declared Dean, looking down at himself; in Sam's body.
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