Supernaturally Natural

Chapter One

Carry on my wayward son

There'll be peace when you are done.

Dean and Sam Winchester stood in the Blue Moon motel in Sterling Heights, Michigan-paid by one of Dean's fake credit cards. Dean sat on his bed, munching on his bacon cheeseburger, while Sam sat with his mind melded with the computer.

"find anything, Sammy?" Dean asked. Sam slowly shook his head.

"No, but that's it, there's nothing about dimension switching demons anywhere." Sam said, turning in his chair.

"Mmhmm. Did you call Bobby?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, but he thought I was crazy." Sam said.

"Story of our lives, right?" Dean joked.

"Dude, this is not funny. This guy's dangerous." Sam replied. Dean sighed and nodded. "Did you uh, you know, talk to Cas since that night?" Dean sighed.

"Sam, I don't know what you want me to say. Nothing happened." Dean muttered.

"Dean, I got home and you were fist fighting. That's not what brothers do." Sam whispered, true and genuine concern drifting in his eyes. Dean just sat there, not sure of what to say.

"No, I didn't ask Cas about it, Sam." Dean started. "And I don't plan on it."

"Dean you guys have to make up. What if there's a case that we need him on?" Sam said, starting to get irritated.

A crash sounded from the other room.

"SON OF A BITCH!" A voice hissed.

Dean and Sam ran to the other room.

A brunette threw a knife at a hooded figure. The demon dissipated and the knife imbedded itself in the wall.

"What the hell?" Dean hissed. Three women spun around. A brunette, freckles splattered across her face with green eyes, another brunette with long, silky hair and hazel eyes, taller than the rest, and finally, a girl with black hair and blue eyes. The brunette that had freckles had on a brown leather jacket, the one with the long, back length hair was wearing plaid, and the last one wearing a pantsuit and a dirty old trench coat.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean hissed.

"Apparently, we're the female versions of you. From, ya know, a different dimension. Brought by the son of all bitches."

"Son of a-" Dean started.

"Bitch!" The girl-Dean finished.

"Wait...so...your name is Dean?" Dean asked the girl. She rolled her eyes.

"Don't be an asshole. My name is Deanna. That's Samantha, and Castielle."

"Samantha, huh?" Dean chuckled. "Look at her hair. It's freakin' six miles long!" Samantha smacked his hand away from her hair. Sam looked at his alternate version's hair.

"I gotta say, uh...Dean, you're quite attractive." Deanna said. "Well, then again, you are me." She cracked a smile.

Castiel appeared next to Castielle. "Nice of you to show..." Dean muttered.

"Same cocky attitude." Sam retorted, rolling his eyes. Castielle and Castiel just stared at each other, trying to analyze the situation.

"This is strange. You guys said the demon did this?" Castiel questioned.

"No, it was a fairy." Castielle said sarcasticly. "Castiel, was it?" Castiel nodded.

"Yes, I am Castiel, angel of the lord." Castiel replied.