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Dean jerks awake to the sound of his phone beeping. He flails his hand to his nightstand to ignore whoever is calling him this early in the morning, but his phone isn’t there. Thoroughly disoriented and frustrated by the constant ringing, he manages to get a side light on.
What the hell?
This isn’t his room. That’s not his phone ringing on the wrong nightstand. Before Dean has time to freak out about why he’s waking up in his brother’s room, he sees Cas’ name on the caller ID and he grabs for the phone.
It must be something important if Cas has resorted to calling Sam.
“Cas?” Dean’s voice sounds weird to his own ears, but he chalks it up to having been rudely awakened.
“Hello, Sam. I’m unsure about what to do. I tried to talk to Dean, I even brought him pie. But I couldn’t get the words out. I, I ended up just saying that I liked his tie,” Cas groans, not giving Dean a chance to correct or stop him before barreling on, “Human emotions are so frustrating, how do you deal with them all the time? Why is it that I can tell you I find Dean attractive and would like to date him if he’d have me, but whenever I try to ask him, I get a weird nauseous feeling? I know it’s psychosomatic because I tried to use my grace to make it go away, but it didn’t work. Is that normal? Sam? Please, you said you would help me.”
“Wait, you … like me?”
“No. I mean, I don’t dislike you, but I don’t think about you in a romantic–” Cas’ voice cuts off and silence fills the air.
“This isn’t Sam, is it?” Cas asks, horrified.
“Dude, come on, I don’t even sound like–“ It’s Dean’s turn to go silent because as he’s uttering the words he realizes that’s what’s been bugging him, why his voice sounds weird. It’s not his voice, it’s Sam’s.
Cas lets out a strangled sound before the call goes dead and Dean rushes into Sam’s bathroom, praying his hunch is wrong.
It’s not.
Sam’s panicked face stares back at him from the mirror.
“Son of a bitch,” Dean curses, the words all wrong on his brother’s tongue. “Sam!”
He storms out of Sam’s room and heads straight for his, cursing again when he finds it empty. He calls out again and hears his own voice respond from the library. Goosebumps prickle his (Sam’s?) arms at the sheer wrongness. He rushes to the library, angrily swatting away the hair that keeps falling into his face.
Seriously, how does Sam live with this? It’s like having face curtains.
“Dude, please tell me you found something to switch us back, because I’m already about to buzz your head.”
“Don’t you even think about cutting my hair, Dean! And stop frowning, you’re going to give me wrinkles,” Sam chides, his normal bitch face looking so strange on Dean’s face. “Did you call Cas?”
“Uh,” Dean manages feeling heat rush into his/Sam’s cheeks, “I’ll try him.”
“Ugh, that is, that’s just wrong,” Sam groans, seeing his body blush.
“Yeah, well it’s gonna get worse soon if we don’t fix this. I, you, haven’t had to pee yet so that’s a small blessing, but knowing you, you won’t be able to hold it all day. Don’t even get me started on if I, you, have to shit. I did my time wiping your ass as a kid, I don’t ever want to do it again,” Dean gripes, redialing Cas again when he doesn’t pick up. “He’s not picking up!”
“Let me try,” Sam says, opening Dean’s phone and scrolling to Cas’ contact. It rings once before Cas picks up and Dean’s body glares at him. “See how annoying it is?”
“Dean? Is that you? Something’s wrong with Sam,” Cas’ worried voice blares over the speaker.
“Yeah, Cas. We know, we think that witch we took out yesterday put some kind of spell on us. It–“
“Long story short we need you to get here ASAP because that damn witch Freaky Friday-ed us,” Dean interrupts what he knows will be a long-winded explanation from Sam.
“Freaky Friday?” Cas repeats with parent confusion.
“C’mon, dude. Lindsay Lohan and Jamie Lee Curtis swap bodies.”
“Oh, yes, I remember watching that with Dean. Wait, so does that mean that Sam is in Dean’s body and Dean–“
“Is stuck with bangs? Yeah, so if you could get over here and swap us back, that would be awesome. Cause I need to tell you something, but I’ll be damned if I say it out of Sam’s mouth, okay?”
Before Dean even finishes the sentence, Cas appears in the library. He glances from one brother to the other.
“This is incredibly disorienting.”
“Tell me about it, I have bangs!” Dean grumbles.
“Alright, stand over here so I can touch you both and I’ll try to swap your souls back into the correct body,” Cas orders, not looking at either of them.
They obey and Cas’ eyes flare with light as he taps into his grace. There’s a dizzying moment of vertigo where everything seems to be spinning and he can’t tell which way is up or down and he has to close his eyes.
“Did it work?” Dean asks, his eyes still squeezed shut. His voice sounds like his own, but maybe he just got used to Sam’s.
“Yes, it worked,” Cas replies, “Now, I have to get back to heaven to–“
“No way! I have something to say to you, Cas, and I’m not letting you leave without saying it,” Dean’s eyes pop open and he grabs the retreating angel by the shoulder, turning him so they are face to face.
“Very well. What do you have to say, Dean?” Cas sags, staring up at him with embarrassment and resignation.
Dean’s mind goes blank as he stares into the angel’s handsome, dejected face. He’s mapped every curve and dip, every wrinkle and smile line. He’s thought about telling Cas he loved him so many times, but now that he’s here, he doesn’t have the words. He opens his mouth anyway, not really sure what’s going to come out.
“I like your tie too.”
Cas’ face scrunches in confusion before it softens into something beautiful and he asks, “You do?”
“Yeah, Cas. I really do. I have for a while, if I’m honest.”
Cas smiles and it’s gorgeous, undiluted happiness in its purest form. It takes Dean’s breath away and he pulls his angel close, unable to fight the urge to kiss him for a second longer. Cas is stiff with surprise for a moment before he melts into Dean, kissing him like it’s their last chance. It’s the best kiss Dean’s ever had and he suddenly understands why the background fades away during kiss scenes in movies. The only thing he’s focused on, the only thing he’s aware of, is the man in his arms kissing him back.
“Uh,” Sam clears his throat and Dean resurfaces blearily through his haze of euphoria. “I have no idea what I just witnessed, but congrats you two for figuring it out. I’m going to be leaving now before you forget I’m here and I get scarred for life. Just, text me when it’s safe to come back.”
Dean assumes Sam leaves, but he’s too preoccupied with Cas’ fervent kisses along his jaw and his warm hands snaking their way under his shirt.