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This story is No. 1 in the series "Full On Swayze". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Spirit!Dean does what he has to get into contact with Sam and John at the hospital. He's in for a bit of a shock when his temporary plan turns a bit more permanent. Body!Swap.

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Supernatural > Faith-Centered(Moderator)SaturnFR1346,0202235,2583 Apr 0723 Aug 09No

Chapter Four

Title: Full On Swayze Part 4
Author: Saturn
Rating: FR15
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Buffy. No money being made.
Setting: In My Time of Dying
Author's note: This is an AU post Graduation Day fic for Buffy. Also the speech that Mayor Wilkins gives on the video tape is pretty much copied from the transcripts of the Buffy episode 'This Year's Girl'. Oh and thanks to the review I got recently that made me check the story again and realize I had written chapter 4 almost a year ago and somehow forgot to post it. Oops. :)

Dean leaned up from under the hood of the Impala, wrench in hand. "That ought to do it." Picking up a rag that was draped across the side of the car he cleaned the wrench off and then tossed it back into the toolbox. Using the same rag he wiped as much dirt and grease off his hands as he could. It was still hard to believe that these smaller hands were his. It was even harder to believe that his new smaller body seemed to be able to keep up the pace that he was setting. When he'd started working on the Impala three weeks ago it had seemed hopeless. It was just something to keep his mind off things. He knew Sam and Bobby were worried about him. After all who expected this petite brunette to be physically capable of being out here twelve hours a day almost every day. But he didn't seem to tire as quickly as he used to. Faith must have been some kind of athlete or something because her body was in incredible shape. The twelve hour days didn't even leave him with sore muscles. Hell, he felt like he could have kept going, but there was only so much light in a day. And only so much he could do before Sam made him stop. They didn't seem to believe him when he said he was fine.

The only time he'd 'taken off' was the day Sam had taken the rental car back. They'd stopped in town to drop it off and Dean knew that as much as he wanted it to be otherwise he was going to be stuck in this body for at least a little while. So he was going to need clothes. And he was going to need to know how to buy clothes. Dean smirked at the memory of that. He shook his head at some of the things he'd told those sales people. As long as your money was green they could care less why you had mysteriously forgotten what your sizes were. In spite of his ignorance, by the end of the day he had himself a new wardrobe down to bras and panties. Granted it wasn't much different than his old wardrobe but at least it fit his smaller frame. All you really needed was a few pairs of jeans, some t-shirts and you were ready to rock and roll.

In between researching possessions they'd also tried to keep an eye out for info regarding 'his' body. That and any info on Faith Lehane. Especially after that video tape he'd gotten in the package from the lawyer. They'd sat down and watched it the day after they'd arrived at Bobby's.

Dean looked at Bobby and Sam before pushing the VHS tape into the player. He hit the play button and quickly sat down to watch. The video began with a creepy looking guy sitting behind a desk in some kind of office.

"Hello, Faith." The man on the screen paused as the smile on his face seemed to falter. "If you're watching this tape, it can only mean one thing. I'm dead. And our noble campaign to bring order to the town of Sunnydale has failed...utterly and completely." The man stood up and moved to the front of the desk as he continued. "But on the other hand, heck! Maybe we won. And right now I'm on some jumbo monitor in the Richard Wilkins Museum surrounded by a bunch of kids sitting Indian-style and looking up at my face, filled with fear and wonder."

"What in the Hell?" Bobby whispered under his breath as the man on the TV screen leaned forward.

"Hi, kids!" the man said before leaning back on the edge of his desk. His face quickly took on a more serious expression. "But the realist in me tends to doubt it. Now, Faith, as I record this message you're, uh," he paused with obvious emotion, "sleeping. And the doctors tell me that you might never wake up. I don't believe that. Sooner or later, you will wake up and when you do, you'll find the world has gone and changed on you. I wish I could make the world a better place for you to wake up in, but...tough as it is to accept we both have to understand that even my power to protect and watch over you has its limits. See the hard pill to swallow here is that...once I'm gone...your days are just plain numbered. Now I know, I know you're a--you're a smart and capable young woman in charge of her own life. But the problem, Faith, is that, uh, there won't be a place in the world for you anymore. Right now I bet you're feeling very much alone. But you're never alone. You'll always have me. And," he stopped and picked up a small black box from his desk, "you'll always have this. Go ahead. Open the box. Don't worry. It's not gonna bite. That's my job." he said with a laugh.

Bobby and Sam both looked at Dean at the mention of the black box.

"Don't look at me! Nobody gave me a black box."

Everybody turned back to the television to see Wilkins motion with his hand. "Go ahead! Open it!" The man on screen paused as if waiting for a reaction from someone. "Surprise! See, you don't get these in any gumball machine. When you've been around as long as I have you make friends. And some of them forge neat little gizmos like the one you're holding right now. And here's the good news-- just because it's over for my Faith, doesn't mean she can't go out with a bang. And I just want you to know that even though we aren't blood that we are family. And nothing will change that...ever." The video stopped having reached the end of the tape.

"That was pretty odd." Sam commented "I wonder what was in the box."

Dean stood up. "I don't know. What I do know is that Mr. Creepy there is one strange dude."

"Haven't you boys ever heard of Sunnydale?" At their blank looks Bobby continued. "That town in California that sank into the ground back in 2003. Nobody ever figured out what happened there."

"Well, I'm going to get back to working on the Impala. You brainy types figure it out and let me know." Dean started for the door.

Sam grabbed Dean's arm. "Come on Dean, you need to take a break. You can't keep this up. You've been out there working on that car almost every waking moment. You're going to hurt yourself."

"I told you Sammy. I'm fine. I'll be even better when my baby is back on the road. You just find the damn demon!" Dean yanked his arm out of Sam's grip and stormed out of the room.

"Dean!" Sam started to go after him, but Bobby stopped him.

"Let him go Sam. He just needs some time. Why don't you keep looking for some answers on this possession. I'm going to check up on this Wilkins fella and Faith Lehane. See what I can find."

In the weeks that followed Sam hadn't eased up on him. And they hadn't found anything new either. So Dean continued fixing his baby. Dean walked over to the passenger side of the car and looked into the empty interior and the exposed area that would normally be hidden behind the dashboard. Picking up a few tools Dean slid into the passenger side and laid down in the front of the car, feet still hanging out of the open door. He inspected wires and anything else that was about to be covered by the new dash he'd salvaged out of another car. The wires took up all of his attention as he checked them which is how he didn't hear Sam come up and stand next to the Impala.

"Hey Dean!"

At the sound of Sam's voice Dean jumped up and smashed his head on the bottom of the steering wheel. "Son of a bitch! Why don't you warn somebody before you sneak up on them." Dean rubbed a hand over the spot he was sure would have a bruise later. "What do you want?"

"I found something."

"About the possession?" Dean said as he sat up in the front of the seatless car.

"No." Sam paused, hesitant, not meeting Dean's eyes. "Something else. Since we know where your body started we centered our search there and expanded. We didn't find anything that would tell us where the you were but we did find this." Sam handed Dean the folded newspaper he'd brought with him.

Dean looked at the article. "So what. Some guy gets killed by a hooker. Big deal."

"It's the sixth guy in the last few months. And the killer never takes anything. Why would they leave the money and credit cards?"

Dean stared silently at the paper before handing it back. "You think we should find this thing and take care of it?" he said quietly.

"Do you think you're up to it?"

Dean slowly looked up at Sam. "Hell yes. Let's do this."

Thirty minutes later Dean walked out of Bobby's house bag in hand. Sam was already standing at the bottom of the porch talking to Bobby. Dean set his bag on one of the wooden chairs on the porch and checked his weapons again just to be on the safe side. Satisfied that everything was in order he zipped it back up. He brushed past Sam and Bobby and walked over to the beat up white minivan Bobby was letting them use. "C'mon Sam, we don't have all day," he said as he tossed his bag into the back, walked around to the driver side and opened the door.

Sam turned to look at the sound of Dean's voice and smiled. "Thanks for letting us use the van, Bobby."

Bobby nodded. "You two just be careful." Bobby watched Sam walk over to the van and set his bag in it and slide the door shut. "Make sure to bring her back in piece!" he yelled to the pair as they got into the run down looking mini-van.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence there, Bobby," Dean called back. He slid into the driver's seat and shut the door. Sam looked back at Bobby with an amused look on his face as he too got in the van and shut the door.

"I meant the van you idiot! It's the only thing I got running right now."

Dean started the van and put it in gear. "At least I don't have to worry about anybody seeing me in this thing," he said as he pulled off.

Sam waved to Bobby as they drove away from the house toward the main road.

About 40 minutes into the drive Dean asked, "What do we know?"

"Well, we have dead guys with nothing in common, all found in cheap motels. Their wallets, money and credit cards aren't missing. And it seems they all died of heart attacks," Sam said as he looked at some notes he'd made.

"So, think it's a shtriga, woman in white?"

"It's possible. We'll just have to be prepared for anything."

The End?

You have reached the end of "Full On Swayze" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 23 Aug 09.

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