For my @daisyannewinchester who is feeling a little blue- A Sastiel ficlet
The scream echoed through the bunker.
Dean looked up from his laptop and paused mid bite of his cherry pie.
“CAS!” The voice yelled again.
Dean heard footsteps pounding down the hallway. A very angry, very ruffled angel entered the room.
“Hey Cas. I think Sam’s lookin’ for you,” Dean jerked his head towards his brothers room.
“I AM Sam!” not Cas yelled.
Dean shook his head and laughed. “Dude, how much did you drink last night?”
“This isn’t funny Dean! I woke up and,” not Cas pats over his body, “I—I look like Cas now!”
Dean pushed his plate away and sat back in his chair. “Tell me somethin’ only Sam would know?”
“What? Dean now is not the time to play games!”
“FIne. Um, in ninth grade you skipped class to make out with Sherry Rogers in the janitors closet.”
Dean scoffed. “Like that’s proof–”
“And with Taylor Peterson.”
“Shit, SAM?!” Dean gasped.
“Yes, damn it, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you!” Not Cas screeched.
Just then Cas/Sam walked into the room. “Um, I think—there seems to be a problem.”
“Ya think?” not Cas sighed. “What the hell happened? Why am I in your body? And why do I feel–,” he pinched his eyes shut, “I feel tingly?”
Cas/Sam nodded. “That’s your–my–ugh. It’s grace. You’re feeling grace coursing through your body.”
“Whoa, cool,” not Cas sighed, holding his hand out and staring at his fingers. “This is so cool. You feel this all the time?”
“Not so much. You get used to it,” Cas/Sam shrugged. “Just don’t try to fly. Who knows where you’ll end up and if you can get back.”
Dean leaned against the table and chuckled.
Not Cas put his hands on his hips. “This is funny to you? What if we’re attacked? Or have a case? We need to get changed back as ASAP, Dean.”
Dean laughed harder. “I’m sorry, it’s just fuckin’ funny. You,” he pointed at not Cas, “look hilarious. You look like Cas but you’re DEFINITELY acting like Sam. And you,” he pointed to the man wearing his brothers face, “I’ve never seen Sammy so serious.” He furrowed his brows and lowered his chin. In a mocking tone he said “Don’t try to fly.” He laughed again. “Oh, man. I think this is my favorite day.”
Later that night, not Cas and Cas/Sam are nose deep in lore books, looking for anything that might change them back.
“Maybe we should call Rowena,” Cas/Sam suggested.
“That might work, but usually somethin’ like this,” he waved a hand between them, “is for a reason. Or a spell.”
“We haven’t left the bunker in a week, Dean,” not Cas sighed.
Cas/Sam rolled his head back and cracked his neck. “I don’t know how you do it. My body….it hurts. All the time.” He pushed his flannel shirt up to his elbows and rubbed his forearm. “I think—did you break your arm at some point? It didn’t heal correctly.”
Not Cas chuckled. “Yeah, a few years ago. Just threw it in a sling and let it heal. Still works. Why do you always wear this coat?” Not Cas pulled at the sleeve and shrugged out of the coat. “It’s so hot and stuffy.”
“I like my coat,” Cas/Sam defended.
“I cannot stand this,” Cas/Sam groaned. “How many times do you go to the bathroom a day?” He stood up and walked down the hallway towards the restroom.
Dean snorted into his cup of coffee. “Alot,” Dean called out.
“Dean, what’s this?” Not Cas stormed in, throwing a book down hard on the table.
Not Cas flipped the book open and slid it towards Dean. “A body switching spell. I found this under your bed.”
“What were you doin’ in my room man? Not cool!”
Cas/Sam reentered the room. “What’s wrong?”
“Seems like Dean decided to play a prank on us,” he huffed, pointing to the book.
Cas/Sam picked up the book and read it slowly. “Dean, you didn’t–”
“What? Come on guys, it was funny. We haven’t had a case in forever and I thought—”
“Switch us back. NOW,” not Cas yelled.
Dean tossed the last ingredient into the bowl. “Switch tergum eorum,” he chanted.
Yellow and blue whisps bled through their fingertips and into the air. THe two men watched as their energies returned to their own bodies. Sam flexed his fingers and rubbed his arm. Cas promptly put his jacket back on and rolled his shoulders.
“There, good as new,” Dean grunted. “You babies happy now?”
Cas and Sam looked at each other.
“Wanna get him back?” Sam asked.
“Absolutely,” Cas smiled.
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