The Stronghold 3: Mikachi

Oops, I Killed Another One

"What's happening?" 'Nova' asked in confusion. "Damn, I don't like this voice."

"That's my voice you're on about," 'Dean' retorted.

"What are your minds like?" 'I' questioned. 

"Since when did you become intelligent?" 'Nova' asked scathingly. 

"Oh, I'm not wise," I said cheerfully. "Sam is. And, if my theory is correct, Sam's mind is in my body, Nova's mind is in Dean's body, Dean's mind is in Nova's body and my mind is in Sam's body."

"Thanks for keeping to the secret names," Dean said sarcastically.

"Don't you dare touch anything," Nova snapped, glaring at her own body with Dean's brain piloting it. A look of mischief and disappointment flashed in those blue-grey eyes and Nova sighed.

"This is really confusing," Sam said from the floor. "For one, I'm really small."

"That's my body you're on about," I said in offence. 

"It's weird hearing other people's voices speak your words," Nova commented.

"Especially when it's a different gender," Dean said with a heavy sigh, chest heaving up and down. Nova shot him a glare (would it be him? Or her? I think I'll go with him because it's Dean's brain and in Dean's brain he is male) and growled something under her breath.  

"How do we get back to our own bodies?" Sam asked, sitting cross-legged on the floor. If you ever get the chance to look at yourself when you're not piloting your body, do it. Sam sat straighter than I usually did, his eyes alert and his arms folded loosely. You could almost see the cogs whirring in his brain as he tried to think of a solution to the problem.

"Contact another two headed cat and don't sing Carry On My Wayward Son?" I suggested. I got a lot of peculiar looks for that comment and so fell silent again.

"Ah, this is too confusing," Dean muttered, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. "For one, I'm taller. Secondly, I'm a woman! Thirdly, Shaade seems to be talking sense and Sam nonsense. I think I'm going mad."

"We're all mad inside, darling," I said absentmindedly, not entirely used to the American accent coming out of my mouth. "Just some display it more than others. Hey, I wonder if I can backflip like this?" 

"Don't," Sam begged. "When I get back to my own body I don't want to be in a hospital bed."

"But I want to backflip," I whined.

"Well don't!"

"Geez, my voice is annoying," I said suddenly. "How have I never noticed that? I sound like a posh snob. Heck, I am a posh snob. And now I'm American! Can I still sing?" I began singing Carry On My Wayward Son but was swiftly silenced by Nova putting her hand over my mouth. Dean had been stood closest to Sam when everyone switched around and so I was next to Nova, Dean was leaning against the wall and Sam was seated on the floor. Spice looked completely terrified as well as bamboozled by the chaos while everyone else just looked irritated. I , however, was quite cheerful. 

"What were you saying about a two headed cat?" Sam asked. 

"Oh, a two headed cat dragged me into darkness," I said breezily. "And then said that it was going to cause madness by swapping us all around."

"Did it say how we get back to normal?"

"Nope."

"Well that's brilliant," Sam said as Dean muttered "son of a bitch" under his breath.

"It'll be something to do with magic," I went on. Spice's face went pale and his hand immediately went to his belt where a hotel radio was clipped. Instinctively I moved to slam him against the wall, twisting his arm behind his back. Unfortunately I hadn't calculated the impact Sam's strength would have on the little man and so there was a crunch as his arm broke. Panicking I stepped back and put a hand over his mouth to muffle his screams. Sam had his head buried between his knees and Dean was looking horrified. Nova looked as if she was about to be sick and I glanced down to see Spice's bone protruding through the flesh, blood beginning to congeal around it. He was shrieking behind my hand and I steadily got bored of the muffled noise, moving my arm to twist his head around and break his neck.

"You're a monster," Nova said in disgust as Spice's body dropped to the floor. 

"I'm a demon," I reminded her. "Not my body but my mind. And it's not my fault Sam has guns of steel."

"Don't you dare blame it on Sam," Dean snarled. "You're the ruthless killer that put us in this mess in the first place!"

"He was going to call for someone," I said calmly. "You would have shot him if need be, don't deny it. And anyway, he was in pain. I just ended that pain."

"That was inhuman!" Nova cried.

"Darling, I ain't human in the first place," I grinned.

"Stop doing that," Dean ordered. My smile vanished and was replaced by a frown.

"Stop doing what?"

"Being Sam. It's too weird."

There was a whimper from Sam on the floor. He raised his head and looked incredibly annoyed at himself. "Hell, Shaade, why do you have to be such a girl? I can't make any noise without sounding like a crying fox."

"Excuse me, what you just said was sexist," I pointed out. "And maybe I am a crying fox. What are you gonna do about it, hm?" 

"Get us all back in our own bodies so that I don't go back and find out that I'm a crying fox too," Sam said, getting to his feet but avoiding me and Spice's body. "The longer we stay in these bodies the more changed our minds will become. Already we're getting used to the heights we are. Our brains are adapting and soon will take on a personality fitting to the body we've been trapped in. Tell me, Shaade, did you ever think of the consequences when you spoke to those cats?"

"They didn't give me much choice," I protested. "I was singing and-"

"Singing?" Nova burst. "No wonder they were annoyed! Shaade, you've ruined this for us all!"

"I'm sorry," I apologised, feeling hurt. "I... yeah. I'm sorry."

"We need to think of something," Dean said. "I don't want to be a girl forever. Sorry Nova, but I'm a guy."

"I don't want to be this short for the rest of my life either," Nova shot back.

"I think I have the largest height difference," Sam interrupted. "But that's not important. What is important is that we work on finding a solution quickly." He walked towards the door and glanced up at Dean, shifting his gaze to Nova. "You have the keys to the Impala. Pass them here." 

Nova handed over the keys after digging in Dean's jacket pockets for a second and Sam promptly passed them to me. "Shaade, you're going on a trip."

"Not in my Impala!" Dean cried.

"Where?" I quizzed, ignoring the indignant Hunter.

"Anywhere. Get away from here."

"Why?"

"If that cat comes back then I don't want you ruining anything by being irritating again. Also, try not to turn into a demon because I don't want rips in my back." Sam looked at me sternly and I shivered under the intensity of the stare. My eyes were a peculiar dark blue ringed with thick black. It was as if I'd put mascara on my irises. The effect was quite spooky and Sam's determined manner made me feel oh-so-intimidated. 

"Understood," I said with a salute, hitting myself in the eye with both my fingers and the keys. "Ouch. I'll be going now." I smiled thinly and left, my shoulders slumping the second I went out of the room. I'd disappointed them. They hated me. It wasn't fun and games anymore, it was life and death, and I was coming dangerously close to getting us all killed.