The Winchester brothers could empathize with the basic vengeance motivation of the witch they were hunting down. She'd been given a pretty raw deal her whole life, so a little payback? Understandable. However, sympathy had a tendency to disappear when you found a target painted on your own back.
The witch's spell worked like this: You did the last thing you would ever choose to do. One victim even murdered his entire family. So, if they'd had any idea the witch was on to them, they definitely would have taken more precautions, and probably should have.
Sam woke up to his brother's insistent, though monotone, voice. "Sam. You must awaken. There is an urgent issue that must be addressed."
"Dean?" He sat up and blinked. Dean was standing rather stiffly next to his bed, face fixed in an expression Sam was used to seeing on Castiel. "What's with the Cas impression? Not that it's not spot on or anything."
"I'm afraid it's not an impression," Dean said, though he hardly sounded like himself. The voice and the body were his, but everything else practically screamed Castiel. "Through some unknown circumstance, your brother appears to have become my vessel. Of greater concern is the fact that he is not present. What remains of Jimmy Novak appears to have come with me to this body, which I can only infer means-"
"Dean is out there somewhere in Jimmy's body?" Sam was fully awake now. "Do you remember where you were the last time you were in your old vessel?"
Just then, Sam's cell rang. The display indicated the call was coming from Castiel's phone. The voice on the other end sounded like Cas when he answered, but the word choice and inflection were all Dean.
"Dude, please tell me I'm having the most messed up nightmare of my entire life! I just woke up next to the frickin' duck pond in the middle of some park somewhere wearing a Cas meat suit!"
"Calm down, Dean-"
"Don't tell me to calm down! I'm in a monkey suit under a flasher coat!"
"I have never seen an actual monkey in a suit," Dean's body declared off to his left. "I don't understand why people call them that."
"We're going to find a way to fix this," Sam said as calmly as he could manage under the circumstances. "I need you to tell me where you are so we can come get you."
"How the hell should I know?" Castiel's voice demanded. It was surreal hearing his older brother in the angel's former vessel while his brother's body stood there staring at him with Cas' usual serious and slightly confused expression.
"Can you find some kind of landmark?"
Dean, and he was going to have to start calling him that, was grumbling something unflattering about him under his breath, but Sam could tell he was on the move. A short while later he heard the sound of a bell on the door of some kind of building, most likely a diner, knowing Dean.
"I know this is going to sound weird, but can you tell me where I am?" Sam could imagine Dean using his trademark charming grin, but he felt his right eye twitch every time he tried to imagine the expression on Castiel's face. He snapped himself out of it long enough to write down the diner and town names when Dean relayed them to him.
"Cas, do you still have angel powers? Do you think you could-" He looked up from writing to find the room empty. A few seconds later, Dean and Cas' forms reappeared. "I guess so..."
"Dammit, Cas!" Dean fumed. "You know I hate that angel teleportation crap!" Dean's glower looked terribly wrong on Castiel's face.
"It's much faster than driving, and I presume you want to fix this as soon as possible?" Sam wondered if all of this would be easier to handle if he weren't actually looking at them.
"Doesn't mean I have to like it." Dean stormed over to his bed and began stripping the sheets.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked.
"Lookin' for a hex bag," Dean informed him in a 'duh' tone. "Frickin' witches, man! She's so going down!"
Sam realized that actually made perfect sense. Dean had made no secret of the fact that he refused to let himself be used as a vessel, so naturally, if that was the last thing he would ever do...
"I need a drink," Sam announced, heading for the room's mini-fridge. "You want one?"
"Make mine a double," Dean requested as he continued his search.
I really need a Supernatural icon of some kind...
The witch's spell worked like this: You did the last thing you would ever choose to do. One victim even murdered his entire family. So, if they'd had any idea the witch was on to them, they definitely would have taken more precautions, and probably should have.
Sam woke up to his brother's insistent, though monotone, voice. "Sam. You must awaken. There is an urgent issue that must be addressed."
"Dean?" He sat up and blinked. Dean was standing rather stiffly next to his bed, face fixed in an expression Sam was used to seeing on Castiel. "What's with the Cas impression? Not that it's not spot on or anything."
"I'm afraid it's not an impression," Dean said, though he hardly sounded like himself. The voice and the body were his, but everything else practically screamed Castiel. "Through some unknown circumstance, your brother appears to have become my vessel. Of greater concern is the fact that he is not present. What remains of Jimmy Novak appears to have come with me to this body, which I can only infer means-"
"Dean is out there somewhere in Jimmy's body?" Sam was fully awake now. "Do you remember where you were the last time you were in your old vessel?"
Just then, Sam's cell rang. The display indicated the call was coming from Castiel's phone. The voice on the other end sounded like Cas when he answered, but the word choice and inflection were all Dean.
"Dude, please tell me I'm having the most messed up nightmare of my entire life! I just woke up next to the frickin' duck pond in the middle of some park somewhere wearing a Cas meat suit!"
"Calm down, Dean-"
"Don't tell me to calm down! I'm in a monkey suit under a flasher coat!"
"I have never seen an actual monkey in a suit," Dean's body declared off to his left. "I don't understand why people call them that."
"We're going to find a way to fix this," Sam said as calmly as he could manage under the circumstances. "I need you to tell me where you are so we can come get you."
"How the hell should I know?" Castiel's voice demanded. It was surreal hearing his older brother in the angel's former vessel while his brother's body stood there staring at him with Cas' usual serious and slightly confused expression.
"Can you find some kind of landmark?"
Dean, and he was going to have to start calling him that, was grumbling something unflattering about him under his breath, but Sam could tell he was on the move. A short while later he heard the sound of a bell on the door of some kind of building, most likely a diner, knowing Dean.
"I know this is going to sound weird, but can you tell me where I am?" Sam could imagine Dean using his trademark charming grin, but he felt his right eye twitch every time he tried to imagine the expression on Castiel's face. He snapped himself out of it long enough to write down the diner and town names when Dean relayed them to him.
"Cas, do you still have angel powers? Do you think you could-" He looked up from writing to find the room empty. A few seconds later, Dean and Cas' forms reappeared. "I guess so..."
"Dammit, Cas!" Dean fumed. "You know I hate that angel teleportation crap!" Dean's glower looked terribly wrong on Castiel's face.
"It's much faster than driving, and I presume you want to fix this as soon as possible?" Sam wondered if all of this would be easier to handle if he weren't actually looking at them.
"Doesn't mean I have to like it." Dean stormed over to his bed and began stripping the sheets.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked.
"Lookin' for a hex bag," Dean informed him in a 'duh' tone. "Frickin' witches, man! She's so going down!"
Sam realized that actually made perfect sense. Dean had made no secret of the fact that he refused to let himself be used as a vessel, so naturally, if that was the last thing he would ever do...
"I need a drink," Sam announced, heading for the room's mini-fridge. "You want one?"
"Make mine a double," Dean requested as he continued his search.