"Dean and Sammy Winchester. And (y/n) (l/n)." Donna greets us after we pulled up to her white two-story house. Her and her teenage daughter, Katie, lead us into the sitting room and they sit on one sofa, next to a coffee table, and me and the boys sit on the other side of the table in another sofa.

Donna sets the plate of cookies on the table which also held a pitcher of lemonade. I take a cookie as she looks us over. "So, how long has it been?" she asked us. "The summer before 6th grade." Sam said. "Mmm, I remember. You two assigned yourselves your own reading list." Donna said as she pointed at me and Sam. "That’s right. I forgot about that." Dean chuckles then I look over at Katie.

"Your mom happens to be the best babysitter we ever had." I said to her, honestly. "Well, when I was a maid at the Mayflower, out on the interstate – long before you were even an idea – their Dads' used to pass through town and leave these three with me while they went off to...work. One time, they were gone for two weeks." Donna explains to Katie.

"Two weeks?" Katie asked, confused. "Mm-hmm. Oh, they'd always come limping back. John loved you boys and (f/n) loved you, (y/n)." Donna explained. "Did you know what they did all that time?" Katie asked her. "Little Sammy kept trying to tell me. Of course, I didn't believe him. Not at first, anyway." Donna said.

"Katie, our dads', um, happened to be an expert at getting rid of ghosts. And now, so are we." Sam said to Katie. "That's why I called them, sweetie. They can help us." Donna tells Katie as Donna's husband comes into the room, carrying suitcases.

"Sounds like you guys got yourself a poltergeist." Dean said. "Started a month or two after we moved in." the man said. "Yeah, first it was, uh, just bumps and knocks and scratches on the walls. And then it started breaking things." Donna said. "And then it attacked Katie?" I asked her. "That was two nights ago." Donna's husband replied and Donna turns to Katie.

"Can you show them, honey?" she asked and Katie stands up and lifts her shirt, revealing words cut into her skin. “Murdered Chylde.” Sam reads. "Katie, everything's gonna be fine. I promise. Why don't you guys take yourselves a little vacation, and, uh, we'll take care of it." Dean assures them and Donna sighs. "Thank you." she said, appreciatively.

Later, we stop at a fast-food restaurant to get some food. Sam was sitting at a table while Dean and I wait at the counter for our order. Then a young teen boy, with dark hair and short and skinny, comes up with a tray of our food. "Uh, bacon burger turbo, large chilli-cheese fry, uh, a chicken sandwich, large fries, uh, and a Health Quake Salad shake?" The kid said and he looks up at us, confused by that last order.

"We know. We know. It's, uh…" Dean said then he clears his throat. "...it's not ours." Dean said and we accept the tray and take it over to the table. After getting our respective food, Dean and I sit opposite Sam as he adds dressing to his salad shake and shakes it, very thoroughly. 

"Oh, you shake it up, baby. You know that's what momma likes." I teased and Sam gives me a look while Dean chuckles. "Sometimes, I wonder about you." Sam said to me. "You shouldn't, I'm around you two twenty-four seven." I said and Sam scoffs. 

"You know, poltergeist aside, Donna looked pretty good, don't you think?" Dean asked and I turn my head to him. "Don't tell me you've still got the hots for our babysitter." I said to him, questioning. "What? No. That's weird." Dean said before he chuckles. "Dean, I know how you are." I said and he clears his throat. "No, I'm just saying that she, you know, she – she's – she's doing good. You know, with her husband, her kid. This whole Amityville thing being thrown at them, and they're hanging tough." he said and I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah." Sam mutters. "You ever think that you'd want something like that? Wife, rugrats, the whole nine?" Dean asked him and Sam shakes his head. "What? You don't think about coming home from a long hard day at work and see a few kids running up to you? And then this sweet, loving woman comes up to you and gives you a welcome home kiss?" I asked him. "No, not really my thing anymore." Sam said and I frown. "Yeah." Dean said and I look down.

"What about you two? Have you guys thought about that life?" Sam asked us, which made me and Dean freeze and my face feels like it's on fire.

"Uh...well...uh"

"You see..."

Then Sam chuckles at mine and Dean's stutter. "So, you guys have thought about it?" Sam asked us and Dean and I share a look before Dean turns to his brother. "Uh...no comment." He said and Sam scoffs out a laugh. "Whatever." He mumbles and I clear my throat, the heat on my face fading.

"Anyway, what do you got?" I asked Sam, changing subject. "Uh, well, that house of theirs, it's old – really old. Um, hundreds of years. And I found a legend. It’s unconfirmed, but still." Sam said. "Saying?" Dean asked. "Supposedly, in the 1720s, the house was owned by a guy named Isaiah Pickett." Sam said and he turns his laptop to show us a site titled Witchcraft. 

"Legend has it he hung a woman in his backyard for witchcraft – a woman named Maggie Briggs." Sam explains. "Okay, so an angry ghost witch?" I asked. "If it's true. That still doesn't explain what Murdered Chylde means." Sam replied. "No, or where the bitch is buried." said Dean. "You know, I mean, it's a long way back, but I can see if I can find something in the town records." Sam said. "It's worth a shot." Dean said, shrugging, as I nod.

*3rd Person POV*

Sam is walking down the street and was talking on the phone. "So, any luck?" (y/n)'s voice asked him. "Bupkis. Can't even find proof a woman named Maggie Briggs existed, much less where she was planted." Sam replied. "All right. Well, we've got a minute to breathe here, so, uh, let's pick it up first thing." (y/n) said. "Yeah, you bet. See you two in a few." Sam said and he hangs up.

He continues walking and makes it to the park. But at one point, he hears a noise and stops. Then a dart hits Sam in the neck. "Aah! What..." Sam grumbles but then he falls to the ground.

Sometime later, Sam wakes up and looks down at his clothes, which wasn't clothes he recognized. It looked like it was a uniform to a fast-food restaurant. He places a hand on his neck but didn't feel anything.

Later, he was walking down the street when a police car comes up behind him. "Yeah, this is Collins out on Route 30. I think we got him." the officer said into his radio the he rolls down the window and calls out to Sam.

"Mr. Frankel? Mr. Gary Frankel?" The officer calls out and Sam looks over at him. "Who?" he asked, confused. "Your family's worried sick about you, son." the officer said to Sam. "My – my family? My brother called you?" Sam asked him. "Come on, get in before you freeze solid." the officer tells him and Sam gets in the police car.

The police car pulls into the driveway of a blue two-storey house then the officer gets out and opens the door for Sam. "Thanks, uh, but, uh, w-where are we?" Sam asked him, still confused. "You're home, son." the officer tells him and Sam shakes his head. "N-no, officer, I-I'm not staying here." he stated.

Then two older people, obviously Mr and Mrs Frankel, run out of the house. "Gary! Oh, my God! Gary! Oh, God! Gary!" the woman cries as she hugs Sam. "Oh, hey! Hey! Hey!" Sam stammers.

"Are you all right?" The woman asked him. "Okay. Okay. Okay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Um, w-what's going on here?" Sam asked her. "What do you mean?" the woman asked him, worried. "Lady, who are you?" Sam asked.

"Young man, are you drunk?" the man asked, sternly. "And who are you?" Sam asked. "Gary, are you drunk? Answer your father." the woman asked, panicked. "My father? Look…" Sam started to say but then he was able to see his reflection in the police car window. It wasn't him, it was of a young teen with dark hair.

"Who is that?! Who the hell is that?!" Sam asked, panicked, ashe points at his reflection. "He's out of his gourd. Young man, I'm very surprised at you." the father said and Sam scoffs. "Yeah. Tell me about it."

*(y/n)'s POV*

​​​​​​"Has he contacted you back?" Dean asked me, worried, as we make our way to our motel door. "For the hundredth time, Dean, I have called and texted him and he hasn't responded." I said, exasperated, and Dean looked annoyed. "Look, I know you're upset. We'll find him." I assured him and we opened the door to find Sam standing by the mirror of the motel room.

"See! There he is!" I said and Dean rolls his eyes and turns to Sam. "Sam. Where the hell you been, man? We've been trying to call you for hours." Dean said to him as Sam turns to us. "I picked up some food. Bacon burger turbo, large chilli-cheese fry, and chicken sandwich with fries, right?" Sam said as he holds up the bag of food.

"Sorry, man. Really. I-I just – I lost track of time. I didn't mean to freak you out." he said. "Thanks. Don't know why it took you two hours, but thanks." Dean said as he takes the bag. "Oh, you guys are gonna want to eat that on the road." Gary said as we get our food.

"Why?" I asked Sam. "The maid came in, saw that..." Sam said as he points out to all of the weapons laid out for cleaning. "...and now they're all kind of freaking out." Sam said."Why'd you let the maid in?" Dean asked him, annoyed. "It just happened." Sam replied and I narrow my eyes at this. "Whatever. I got to hit the head, and then we'll take off." Dean said as he heads to the bathroom. "All right. I-I’ll be outside" Sam said while I walk up to the weapons.

"I guess I'll clean this up." I grumble and I start to gather up the weapons and pack them up.

After all that mess, Dean and I walk over to the Impala and I see Sam sitting in the passenger seat. I roll my eyes a bit at this and head to the backseat while Dean walks up and opens the driver’s door.

"Hey. You ready?" Dean asked Sam. "Absolutely." Sam said and Dean gets in. "Hey, can I drive?" Sam asked him and look at Sam, as does Dean. Moments later, he and Sam switch seats and Sam starts the engine. "Oh, this is so sweet!" he said, excitedly, as he revs the engine. "You want to get the lead out, Andretti? Come on." Dean said and I notice Sam putting the car into gear. 

"Reverse. Reverse!" I yell as the tires squeal and the Impala shoots backwards and hits the dumpster, full trash bags fall onto the trunk. My body jerks at this as Dean turns to Sam. "It's in reverse." Dean growls at Sam then he looks over at me. "You okay, sweetheart?" He asked me, concerned, as I rub the back of my neck. "Yeah, nothing's broken. Probably will be sore." I said and Dean nods then he and Sam get out and survey the damage.

"I am really, really sorry." Sam said to Dean. "Shut up." Dean growls as he and Sam get into the car and drive away. The trash bags on the trunk fall to the ground.

"So, uh, where we going, anyway?" Sam asked us, the next day, as we walk down the street to the Impala. "To work. The case?" I said to Sam, as I raise an eyebrow at him. "Oh, right. Yeah – the case. Of course. Where, uh, do you guys want to start?" Sam asked. "Well, since you couldn't find where Maggie Briggs was buried, now we have to do an all-day tombstone roll to see if we can dig her up." Dean said.

"Wait. M-Maggie Briggs? You mean, like – like, the witch Maggie Briggs?" Sam asked. "Yeah, Sherlock." Dean said, annoyed, as Dean and I stand on one side of the Impala and Sam on the other side. "Yeah, she's in the basement." Sam said.

"Come again? W-what basement?" I asked him. "Isaiah Pickett’s house. Okay, there's this legend that he hung her, but he didn't. The real truth is that she was carrying his illegitimate child, and he killed her and then buried her in the basement." Sam said. "The murdered chylde. That would explain the scratches." Dean mutters and I look over at Sam.

"How do you know all this?" I asked him, suspiciously. "Oh, I've done all kinds of research on it." Sam said and Dean and I look at him in surprise. "I mean, you know, last night." Sam stammers. "Yeah. Nice work...I guess." Dean said and we get into the Impala and Dean turns on the radio and Bob Seger's Rock 'n' Roll Never Forgets plays.

"Aw, man, turn it up!" Sam said, excitedly, and I look over at him, so does Dean. "Seriously?" we asked. "Hell yeah!" Sam said, happily, and Dean turns the radio up and Sam bobs his head to the music and sings along. Something's going on... ​I thought as we drive to this house.

Minutes later, Dean, Sam and I walk downstairs and look around with flashlights. "Boo-yah! Master chief is in the house, bizatches!" Sam said and I look over at him and aim my flashlight at him. "Are you all right?" I asked Sam as he recoils from the light shining in his face. "Yeah. Fine." Sam said and I move the flashlight away from his face.

I hum, suspiciously, at this. Normally, Sam would get annoyed if I did that and he always hates Dean's music nor would he ever ask Dean to drive the Impala unless Dean asked him to. Something was definitely going on....

"Well, I'll be damned. Willow moss." Dean said as he points out the moss on the ground. "Yeah, right. It's, uh, supposed to grow over witches' graves, right?" Sam said, nervously, and Dean and I look at him. Why is he saying it like he's guessing? He should know this.​​​​ I thought as Dean said. "Yeah."

Dean and I take two shovels out of the bag and start digging up the grave. "Hey, guys, I'm really sorry about this." Sam said and I stop and furrow my brow. "Sorry about what?" I asked as I look up to see Sam suddenly flying backwards and hit the wall. "Sam!" Dean and I shout as we rush to Sam and help him up.

"You okay?" Dean asked and Sam nods. "Let's get the hell out of here!" he shouts and he starts to run but I grab his arm. "Wait, wait, wait. We still got to burn the body, you idiot. Come on." I shouted but then Dean and I go flying into the wall and the ghost appears in front of us.

She starts to rush at us but then she burns up before she could do anything. We look over and see the flames burning in the grave while Sam stands next to the grave, holding a can of lighter fluid. "Dude, that was sweet!" he exclaims, smiling.

Later, we were at a bar, sitting at a table. The three of us had a bottle of beer. A waitress comes and brings us some more drinks. "Here you go, guys." she said to us. "Thanks." I tell her. "You know, do me a favor, sweetheart. Would you bring me a cheeseburger with extra bacon? And fry an egg on top of it, would you?" Dean asked her. "Absolutely." the waitress said. "Ooh, that – that sounds good. Ditto." Sam said and the waitress nods then turns to me.

"Anything for you, honey?" She asked me while I eyed Sam. "Uh, no, nothing for me, thank you." I said. "Okay. Be right back with your order." the waitress said and she leaves.

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Sam?" I asked Sam, who looks at me in shock and fear. "W-what do you mean?" he asked me. "Bacon cheeseburgers now?" Dean asked. "I don't know. I eat them, don't I? Anyways, we are celebrating." Sam said then he lifts his glass in a toast. "Yeah, I guess. Another one bites the dust." Dean said and he and Sam clink their bottles but I continue to eye Sam. I'm really not buying the excuses Sam was giving us.

"Nice work today." Dean tells him. "You too. I had a, uh, really awesome day, man. Seriously." Sam said before he downs his drink. "Whoo! Sweet." he exclaims. "A really awesome day?" I asked him. "Yeah. Why not?" Sam said, shrugging. "It was a random, D-list ghost hunt. That’s – that's awesome to you?" I asked Sam.

"I can't be in a good mood?" Sam asked, defensively. "Yeah, I guess, I just…No, actually. It's not really your style, Sam." I said. "Well, then, it's a new me. I mean, come on. Why shouldn't I be happy? I've got a gun, I'm getting drunk, and..." Sam said then he points his finger at his face. "I look like this." he said then he sighs while I narrow my eyes at him.

"I don't know. You ever feel like your whole future is being decided for you?" Sam asked us. "Uh, yeah, Sam, I feel like that a lot." Dean said and I nod. "Yeah, every day." I said. "No matter how much you fight it, you can't stop the plan. The stupid, stupid plan. So, I don't know. I guess it's, uh, it's just nice to do a little ass-kicking for a change, that's all. Uh, you know what? I – I'm drunk." Sam chuckles. "Sorry. Just – just forget it." 

"No, no. It's all right. It’s, uh…I'll drink to that." Dean said then they clink glasses and drink while I just eye Sam and drink my drink. "Wow, you know, is it just me, or are we actually drinking together?" Dean asked me and I shrug. "It sure is weird." I said as Sam looks between us.

"We don't do it that often, huh?" He asked and Dean scoffs. "Yeah, you could say that." Dean said. "Well, we should. You're good people." Sam said as he looks between us. "Oh, you are drunk." Dean jokes as the waitress arrives with the burgers.

"Here you go." She said as she sets the plates down. "Mmm. Thank you." Dean tells her. "Enjoy." the waitress said and she leaves once again. "No, but I mean it. You guys really are good people." Sam said to us then he takes a bite of his burger. "Mmm! The bread alone! Mmm!" Sam moans as I eye him, sipping my beer.

Minutes later, Sam gets up and goes over to the bar to get some drinks and I look over at Dean. "That's not Sam." I said, quickly, and Dean looks over at me. "What?" He asked me. "Dean, that's not Sam. I don't know how but...it is not him." I said. "Oh, c'mon, course it's him." Dean said and I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Dean, honey, I love you but sometimes you can be a bit dense." I said and he gives me an offended look. "Hey!" He said, offended, and I shrug. "Well, it's the truth. Are you seriously thinking that is your brother?" I asked him as I gesture my head towards Sam at the bar. "After everything he has said and done. I mean, letting the maid in our hotel room, wanting to drive the Impala, excited to listen to your music and now...eating bacon burgers?!" I listed off and we look over to see Sam talking to a pretty woman.

Then both Sam and the woman leave the bar until Sam turns to us. "We're gonna do it!" he said and I turn to Dean with an I told you so look. "You believe me now?" I asked him as he finally looks suspicious.

*3rd Person POV*

Meanwhile, Sam had been dealing with possessing the boy's, Gary, body. He had been looking for clues on how and why this happened. How it happened was that Gary had found a book of witchcraft and used it to switch bodies with him. Sam didn't find out why because he was now captured by Gary’s friends, Trevor and Nora.

He was now sitting on a coffee table with his hands tied behind his back. Trevor is holding a phone while Nora stands nearby with her arms folded.

"Hey! What the hell's going on?!" Sam asked, panicked. "You can scream all you want." Trevor said. "No one can hear you! My parents are out of town!" he shouts, loudly, showing that no one else was around except for them.

Then Trevor turns to his phone as Gary, the one possessing Sam's body, answers his phone. "Gary." he said. "T. What up?" Gary asked him. "Where are you?" Trevor asked him. "Uh, I can't really tell you right now, but, man, you wouldn't believe it." Gary said.

"Well, where's Dean?" Trevor asked him and Sam eyes Trevor at this. "Uh, the Cloverleaf on Route 6. Why?" Gary asked. "You mean you haven't killed him yet?" Trevor asked, annoyed, and Sam panics again. "What? Wait, wait, wait, wait. W-what do you mean? Kill Dean?" Sam asked.

"Building up to it. Plus kinda hard to kill him when that hot chick hangs around him." Gary said. "And you didn't get rid of her, either? Great." Trevor grumbles, annoyed. "Look, Gary, we got problems here. For one, I'm looking at your body right now – with this other dude in it." Trevor said as he turns to look at Sam.

"What?" Gary asked, shocked. "Yeah, he's been in your house. He's hanging out with your parents." Trevor said. "Okay just...calm down. Whatever he says, no one's gonna believe him, right? I mean, w-we're still good." Gary said. "Would you just hurry up and kill the son of a bitch already, would you?" Trevor said, angrily. "Don't rush me. I'll do it." Gary said. "Yeah, you better." Trevor growls then he hangs up.

He paces for a bit, looks over at Sam then at Nora. "I don't think he's gonna do it." he said. "Just relax, this is Gary we're talking about." Nora assures him. "What the hell is going on here? How do you know who Dean is?" Sam asked them. "Everybody knows Dean. He’s Hell’s most wanted." Trevor replied and Sam sighs.

"Oh, no. No. Have you idiots been talking to demons?" He asked them. "Oh, right. We're the idiots." Trevorlaughs, smugly. "You're just kids. You have no idea what you're messing with." Sam tells them. "Well, we know that there's a price on Dean's head, and we're the ones that are gonna collect." Trevor said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asked. "About a month ago, we were down here –" Nora begins to explain but Trevor turns to her. "Nora." Trevor growls and Nora turns to him. "We’re not allowed to talk about him?" she asked him then she turns to Sam. "We were down here, goofing around with that book." She said. "Um, I wouldn't exactly call praying to our dark overlord goofing around.” Trevor said.

"Don’t be a loser, Trev." Nora said. "Yeah, Trev." Sam said and Nora turns back to Sam. "Anyway, all of a sudden, the lights flickered and Gary went into this weird trance. He closed his eyes, picked up a pencil, and drew this." She said and she shows Sam a drawing of Dean.

"And you know what's really weird? Gary can't draw." Trevor said. "He said he heard a voice in his head. The demons were putting out a bounty on this guy." Nora explains. "A bounty?" Sam asked. "Yeah, like, every witch or Satanist across the whole country. But Gary – Gary’s the one who spotted you." Nora said.

"And the Freaky Friday crap?" Sam asked. "Another spell from the book. Gary's idea – go in Trojan horse-style. He's really smart." Nora said, smiling. "That is, if he has the beanbags to go through with it." Trevor growls. "Listen to me. You are making a terrible mistake. We're talking about a demon deal – killing somebody. This isn't a game. You're crossing a line you won't come back from. Believe me." Sam warns them and Nora looks at Trevor in alarm.

"What?" Trevor asked her. "Nothing. I-I..." She stammers and Trevor glares at her. "Nora, don't tell me you're actually listening to this jerk." he said as he gestures to Sam. "I don't know. M-maybe. I-I mean, what if he has a point?" Nora asked. "I don't believe this. First Gary, now you. I can't – you know what? Fine. You want something done right..." He said then Nora interrupts him. "What, you're gonna – you're gonna go kill Dean yourself, tough guy?" she asked.

"Don't have to. I can do this." He said and he holds up the witchcraft book open to a page about demon summoning. "N-no, no. Y-you can't be serious." Nora stammers. "I'm calling up one of these bad boys, turning these punks over, and getting paid. Dolla, dolla bills, y'all!" Trevor said, excitedly.

"I-I really don't think that that's a good idea." Nora said, worried, and Sam shakes his head. "It's not. It's a very, very bad idea." Sam said. "No one asked you." Trevor spat at him and he goes back to the book.

Back at the motel, Gary enters the room and looks over at the bed. There was two figures sleeping in the bed, so Gary picks up a gun and aims it at the bed. But before he could do anything, Dean and (y/n) appear behind him and (y/n) kicks the back of his knee and Dean punches him.

"Ow!" Gary exclaims, in pain. "You're not Sam. Who the hell are you?" Dean asked him, angrily, while Gary looks up at the two in fear.

Back at Trevor's house, Trevor was setting up the ingredients for the summoning ritual. "Don't do this. I'm begging you." Sam pleads and Nora looks over at Trevor. "Trevor, I think he's right." she said. "Hey, you want to get into Vassar, don't you?" Trevor asked her and Nora looks down.

"Please! Stop!" Sam shouts while Trevor commences the spell. "You're gonna get us all killed!" Sam yells at him. "Ad ligandum eos pariter eos coram me!" Trevor said but nothing seems to have happened. "Maybe I said it wrong." he said and he turns and sees Nora slumped on the floor.

"Nora?" He asked, worried, as he goes over to her. "No! No, no! Don't touch her!" Sam warns but Trevor doesn't listen. "Nora, you okay?" he asked and Nora looks at him, her eyes black.

"Oh, yeah. I'm peachy." she said and she stands up. "So, what'd you call me here for, Skippy? Unless...it's dinnertime?" she asked Trevor. "What? I-I...n-no. Uh, we have Dean Winchester." Trevor said. "You do? Where?" Nora asked him.

"Trevor, keep your mouth shut." Sam growled at him. "The Cloverleaf Motel over on Route 6." Trevor replied and Nora turns to Sam. "Sam? Is that you in there?" she asked as Sam glares at her then she laughs. "Well, aren't you just 98 pounds of nothing." 

"The kid is a moron. He doesn't have any idea where Dean is." Sam said and Nora laughs again. "So, if Sam’s in this body, who's in Sam’s?" Nora asked Trevor. "A dangerous warlock. Named Gary." Trevor said, proudly. "You mean to tell me you've got Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester's meat suit? An empty vessel just waiting to be filled. And you're handing them both over to me?" Nora asked him, impressed. "Uh, y-yeah. I guess." Trevor said.

"Well...I got to hand it to you. I'm impressed." Nora said. "Thanks. Um, so if you don't mind my asking...there's a reward?" Trevor asked. "Sure. My undying gratitude." Nora said and Trevor chuckles, nervously. "What, are you serious?" he asked.

"Be quiet, you idiot!" Sam shouts. "Consider yourself lucky, kid." Nora said and Trevor sighs. "Um, wait a minute! We worked our asses off here, and, uh, I want my reward!" Trevor shouts and Nora stares at him. "Please?" He adds and she chuckles.

"Okay. I'm sorry. You're right. What can I get you?" Nora asked him. "Well, h-how about a million bucks?" Trevor asked and Sam sighs. "Oh, for God's sake, Trevor, just shut up and run!" Sam yells. "A million doesn't buy you much these days. Why not make it 10?" Nora asked him. "Okay, $10 mill. And I want...I want Mindy Schwartz to fall in love with me." Trevor demands.

"Love...money." Nora chuckles. "Sticking to the basics. I can respect that. But here's my counter." she said then she drives her hand into Trevor’s body. Blood runs from his mouth as he drops to the floor and Nora licks blood from her hand.

"Yep. Tastes like moron." She said and she smiles at Sam.

Back at the motel, Dean presses a button on the motel room phone. Gary is tied to a chair and (y/n) stands next to Dean. "You have 38 messages." the voicemail said and it beeps then plays the messages.

"Uh, this is gonna sound crazy – really crazy – but I think, uh, I think I'm in the wrong body."

"Guys, the guy right next to you is not me!"

"Dean, (y/n), check your friggin' voicemails. Damn it."

"All right, pal. Either you start talking or I start water boarding." Dean threatens Gary, who quickly cowers. "Oh, my God. Please, don't hurt me. Please! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!" he pleads

"Hey, pull it together, champ." (y/n) tells him. "I don't want to die. I don't want to die." Gary pleads. "Where's Sam?" Dean asked him. "In my – my friend's basement. His parents are out of town." Gary replied and (y/n) furrows her brow.

"Parents? How old are you?" She asked him. "17." Gary replied. "17? Huh." Dean mutters and (y/n) pinches the bridge of her nose. "Are you...?" (Y/n) started to ask but her and Dean, both, go flying backwards and fall to the ground, both of then lying still.

Gary turns and sees Nora. "Nora?" he asked, confused,  but then her eyes turn black. "Not at the moment." she said,  smiling, then she unties Gary. "Boy, you earned your dessert tonight, kiddo. Tell me – what is it you want? Anything." she said and Gary turns to her, surprised. "Anything?" he asked and she nods. "Lay it on me." she said.

"I want to be a witch. For real. And really powerful." Gary said. "Mm. Good choice. I get it. No daddy, no M.I.T. No plan. You get to be big and strong, and no one can tell you what to do anymore. There's just one small formality first. You got to meet the boss." Nora said and Gary furrows his brow.

"The boss?" he asked. "You know – your Satanic majesty, or whatever the kids are calling it these days." Nora said. "The devil?" Gary asked, shocked, and Nora nods. "Uh...no. O-okay. Um, it's okay. I...don't really want to bother him." Gary stammers.

"Oh, but he's gonna want to meet you. Relax. It'll be easy. He's just gonna ask you one little question, and all you got to do is say yes. And then, you get your reward." Nora said and Dean, now conscious, swings at Nora with a knife. She catches his arm, throws him to the ground and kicks him.

Then Nora was pushed back by a force and slammed up against the wall. Gary looks over to see (y/n) holding her hand out towards Nora, almost like she was holding her up. "Nice little trick, (y/n)." Nora said as (y/n) glares at her and Dean looks over at Gary.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus." Gary said then Nora looks over at him. "What was that?" she asked and Gary looks at her, nervously. "Uh, n-nothing." Gary stammers. "Spiritus, omnis satanica potestas." (y/n) continues the process.

"Omnis incursio infernalis adversii. Omnis congregatio." Dean said then Gary joins in and all three of them chant the exorcism. "Et secta diabolica. Ergo, draco maledicte. Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire. Te rogamus." they said, in unison.

"Adios, bitch!" Dean growls. "Uh, it’s adinos.” Gary corrected him and black smoke pours out of Nora’s mouth, and she screams as the smoke exits through a vent in the wall.
(Y/n) lowers her hand, slowly, and let Nora down on the ground, gently. Gary looks over at the two and nods, satisfyingly, at them.

*(y/n)'s POV*

After explaining what the hell happened, Gary and Nora take us to their friend's house where they had Sam tied up. Nora was sitting on a bed wrapped in a robe while Dean and I watch Gary, who is sitting opposite Sam with spell ingredients between them.

"Animae domum redeant. Fas atque nefas instauretur. Potestate et auctoritate, sic fiat." Gary said and he drops powder into the bowl between him and Sam, causing light to flare from it.

When the light dies down, Gary and Sam have changed places. Sam gets up and looks at himself in a mirror. "So, we good?" Dean asked him. "Yeah. We're good. Oh, man, it's nice to be back." Sam said.

"Yeah. Awesome." Gary said, downtrodden. "So…" Dean said before he clears his throat. "Gary." he said and Gary sighs. "I know – my bad." he said, upset, and I stare at him. "My bad? Kid, my bad ain't gonna cut it. See, if you were of voting age...you'd be dead. Because we would kill you." I tell him and he looks up, surprised.

"So either you straighten up and fly right or we will kill you. Are we clear?" Dean said and Gary nods. "Crystal." He said. "Good." Dean said.

The Impala pulls up outside of Gary’s house and all of us get out. "Crap." Gary grumbles. "Gary, take it from someone who knows – chin up, man. Your life ain't that bad." Sam said and Gary turns to him. "Uh, you met my parents." he said, questioning. "Yeah. So what? It's your life. You don't like their plan for you, tell them to cram it. Rebel a little bit. In a healthy, non-Satanic way, of course. By the way, you know why Nora’s into witchcraft?" Sam asked.

"What do you mean?" Gary asked him. "She doesn't like Satan, you moron. She likes you." Sam said. "Really? You think?" Gary asked, hopeful. "Yeah, I know. I'm telling you, kid – I wish I had your life." Sam said. "You do? Thanks." Gary said, smiling. "Get out of here." Sam tells the kids and they head for the house.

"That was a nice thing to say." I said to Sam. "I totally lied. That kid's life sucked ass." Sam said as the three of us get into the Impala. "All that apple-pie, family crap? It's stressful. Trust me – we didn't miss a damn thing." Sam said. "Or we don't know what we're missing." Dean said as he starts the engine and Rock 'n' roll Never Forgets plays loudly.

"Oh, come on, man. Turn it down." Sam said, annoyed, and Dean does so. "Welcome back, Kotter." he grumbles and I shake my head as we head off.