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one for the money

Who: Adam Milligan (

halfwinchester) and Krissy Chambers (

naturalbornleader), with cameo appearances by Dean Winchester (

ganking) and possibly others.
Where: Second floor diner to start.
When: March 24th, I guess?
Rating: PG-13 at the least.
Summary: After Adam and Krissy recover from a sex swap and de-aging event respectively, the two make the ultimate dumbass mistake of getting swapped with each other. After that, it's a matter of playing "guess who!" with everyone they've ever met.
The Story:

_{[As awkward as it is bumping into people who may or may not know who he is underneath the feminine features, Adam gets even more antsy pacing around alone in his room, waiting on the thin hope that his body will go back to normal on its own.

He has to do something, which leads him to making appearances in and around the mansion in his new body. He doesn't dare step foot in the other new areas, as a matter of course, because he really doesn't care to test his luck with more shit right about now, but he's hovering around the second floor asylum, wondering if there's anything important going on in there when it happens.

The change is sudden and barely noticeable; one minute he's small and female, the next he's... not.

Yes. Yes! Himself again.

His own face, and his own body, and his own clothes... Half an hour and one prolonged self-inspection in front of a mirror later, Adam's mood is as high as it's ever been. He's normal. If he's going to be in a body, it might as well be his.

Suddenly this day just got a thousand times better, broken nose and all.]}

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What the hell are we going to do now? We can't walk around like this.

_{[The aggravated voice belong to a young girl--small, dark-haired. Krissy Chambers, for those who know her by name. She and her companion are currently in the middle of having a heated discussion this fine day; just a case of two people managing a personal crisis, nothing to see here.

Jaw clenched, nostrils flaring, she looks every bit like a scowling Krissy, and she is... in the flesh, anyway. The spirit is a different question. Adam Milligan is the one currently occupying her body, and he's none too happy about it. Having to look up at his black-and-blue face at this angle is beginning to really piss him off, not to mention hurt his neck!

He'd been taller before.]}

[Krissy isn't any happier to be occupying Adam's body than he is to be occupying hers. In some ways, she's even more irritated than she might have been if only because she has zero experience being a guy at all. Younger, sure, but not male, and Krissy isn't naive enough not to recognize that, sooner or later, she is going to have to do things as a guy that she really doesn't want to do.

Like shower. And go to the bathroom. And wake up with certain body parts a lot happier than others.

Yeah, this really isn't going to work.]

Well what do you suggest? I'm not going back into that diner. There's no telling who we'll wind up looking like, next.

[Trying to frown, only to be reminded yet again that her - Adam's, whatever - face is currently one giant bruise, she exhales sharply and pins him with as pissed off of a look as she can manage under the circumstances. Granted said pissed off look almost makes it seem like she's about to haul off and hit, well, her own body, but she isn't.

Even if a small part of her does want to throttle the guy wearing it.]

And did you not even try to put frozen peas on this sucker? Who'd you piss off, anyway? Frigging Goliath?

[Not the point but she doesn't care. This sucks.]

[ dean's really just minding his own business. wonderland is a mess right now, with people going through events which change anything from their bodies to messing with their heads. and while he's all for trying to solve the mystery behind it all, all for helping those around him deal with it, there's only so much he can do before he realizes he's not actually helping one bit.

it's frustrating, to say the least. but dean's quickly coming to grips with the fact that there is no state of happy or calm in this place.

in a sense it's a lot like purgatory, but that still doesn't mean dean's entirely happy about it.

it's the angry voices that get his attention. angry, familiar voices, both of them. dean rounds a corner to see them, and stops. krissy's face is a familiar one, as they'd spoken when he'd arrived-- that, and it hasn't been that long since he'd last seen her in their world, either. but the other one... it's adam who gets his attention. ]

...Adam.

[ he'd meant to ask what was going on, but... for now he can't. michael had mentioned his brother, yes, but seeing him here, alive and maybe even well is entirely different. him being here makes wonderland something of a chance at fixing things, and it isn't until now that dean's finally realizing as much.

he approaches then. ]

Hey.

_{[Krissy has a point, but she's also walking around with his male anatomy and Adam is in full agreement when he thinks that that's sharing far too much of himself with a stranger. She's lucky he's had a few days to adjust to the female body before all of this crap--and that he's not some kind of closet pervert.

Jury's still out on her.]}

I did. Not my fault it takes a while to get over someone rearranging your face.

_{[He's in the middle of retorting on the one subject he has some authority in--that it's really not his fault people keep appearing with the same face and mistaking one another for each other--when someone else interrupts.

Unbelievably bad timing to be thinking of Dean's damn face and having Dean actually appear. Is that the sound of God laughing?

Adam--Krissy, that is--turns his head to spy the speaker, stunned by the acute unfairness of it all. The man standing there isn't mild-mannered (or psycho axe-wielding) Tom, or a younger, darker-haired Clarisse, it's the real deal, the real Dean. Adam isn't even consciously sure how he can tell, he just can; the sudden, hot surge of anger helps tip him off. "Hey"? That's it, "hey"? That's what this asshole has to say to him after all these months?

But Dean isn't looking at him, he's looking at--

Fuck.

Krissy's lip is on its way to curling before Adam catches himself. This is the last thing he needs when he doesn't even really know how the girl in his body knows the Winchesters or what she might say. He'd take a hand up from just about anyone in Wonderland right about now, but not his brothers, not them. He reaches out and snags Krissy's arm, trying to catch his own eye and warn her off with a jerk of his head.]}

We're busy. We've got to go.

Edited 2014-03-25 08:18 (UTC)

[Krissy would be lying if she said she wasn't relieved to see Dean. If anyone can figure out what's going on, and how to fix it, it's a Winchester. She's so happy to see him, in fact, that she might even give him a hug if not for two very important things.

Number one, she's currently a guy. And number two, the guy whose body she's wearing is, apparently, dead set against.... well, everything and everyone? Krissy doesn't know why he's having a freakout now but she does know she's not going to be yanked away from one of the few allies she has in this place. Whatever his issue is with the Winchesters, Adam is just going to have to get over it.

So she yanks her arm free, shoots her own face a hard look, and answers in a surprisingly low tone. That's going to take some getting used to.]

No, we're staying.

[Then she turns Adam's giant massive bruise of a face to Dean.]

Ignore her. Hey.

[ seeing jo and ellen had been intense enough, but here's adam-- his brother, alive and breathing much like michael had said. it's... something else, but dean's not sure how to act. he'd failed him, after all, and no amount of apologies is going to fix that, not in the span of a few seconds.

so he looks to krissy, too, raising a quick brow at her behavior. ]

You two okay?

[ she's acting funny, but then, he's looking back at adam again, at the fact that there isn't hostility in his voice like dean would have expected. maybe this can become something better, something where they can finally get to know one another. but one step at a time.

and that bruise sure is standing out like a neon sign. ]

What happened to your face?

[ concern floods his face without hesitation, and he has to stop himself from angling adam's face for a better look. instead, he just looks between them, waiting for answer. there's so much more to say, to do, but that should be between himself and adam, even if he trusts and enjoys krissy's company just as much as the next person-- but the history here? that needs to be solved in private. ]

_{[His anger spikes, first toward Krissy, then toward Dean. Especially toward Dean when his brother comments on his broken nose with that look on his face, like he's bothered by it. Worried. What had happened? Hell had happened.

The urge to shout as much climbs in his throat, leaving him with an all too familiar sense of choking, choking on black emotions. He'd known Dean had returned from the man's network announcement, and he'd also known Dean doesn't seem to remember being in Wonderland before, but there's a reason he hadn't replied and made his presence known. There's a reason why Dean doesn't have a right to do this, why Krissy refusing to take a fucking hint makes him want to grab her by the hair and drag her away.

Him and the Winchesters had had a system before, and it'd worked most of the time. Sam and Dean didn't contact him on the network, he didn't contact them. They passed each other in the halls. They didn't talk. Dean could stop pretending so hard that he cared.

Now with Dean back, it's like Adam's right back in those early days again, head full of crazy, wanting to explode even worse than he does now, Dean feeding him crap about tough decisions when deep down they both know he's not sorry. One reunion had been bad enough without needing to see that hangdog look on Dean's face a second time.]}

We were just talking about what Adam's vacation in Hell was like.

_{[He interrupts before anyone else can, deceptively cool. If the cat's coming out of the bag regarding how Dean and Adam know each other, it's coming out feral and with all claws at the ready.]}

This is just my guess, but a little makeover is easier to deal with than being abandoned down there by you and Sam. _{[His gaze slides to Krissy's, but only for a moment.]} But if you guys want to hug it out or something, I can give you a minute.

[For a second, Krissy feels a surge of glee at having 'won'. They're talking to Dean and he's going to know how to fix things. She's sure of it. She opens her mouth to express as much - well, more explain what's happened and hope like hell he knows what to do - but then Adam speaks up instead.

And Krissy feels like she's had the entire world yanked out from beneath her feet.

She closes her mouth with an audible snap that causes a spike of pain to reverberate through her aching nose then turns her head swiftly to look at the jerk wearing her face with a dumbstruck look.]

I-

[Right. Dean. Dean is still standing there, with absolutely no clue about what's going on. She looks back to the hunter with wide eyes.]

I- uh-

[And then what Adam has said, what he's just described, really hits her and suddenly the urge to speak is overridden by something far more important. Quickly she turns back to Adam and shuffles so she's standing between him and Dean. Then she pins him with a hard look and holds out a hand.]

Fork over my weapons. Now.

[ it starts so innocently; we were talking about- and the rest stops something short in dean. it freezes him up entirely, two such simple words. adam and hell. of course, the guilt's never left him, but with time it's become easier to bury, easier to move on. adam is hardly the only person he's ever failed, ever let down, but there was something decidedly much more wrong about leaving family into a jam like they had with adam.

but then, there had been nothing they could do about him, either.

all of that's old pain to him though, only resurfacing at the sight of adam-- except right now it's not his half-brother who is being stared at, who dean looks at like he can't believe the words are tumbling from who he'd thought to be a friend. he stares at krissy, eyes wide and at a loss for words.

and unlike adam, he doesn't move an inch despite his brother stepping between himself and her. it's almost like he's protecting him, which just makes this all so much weirder.

but one thing at a time. ]

You what-- [ he's never discussed adam with anyone, really. not besides sam and death-- and after that. well, it had been the end of that chapter. so to hear it now, from krissy-- it leaves him reeling, almost.

his hand goes to adam's shoulder, and he's already pushing past him, eyes on krissy. ]

Hey, if you've got something to say, I'll listen-- but I'm pretty sure me and Adam gotta take a minute first.

[ to sort through everything that never got a chance to be said. after, he can hear the whole load of krissy's rant, if she's still feeling up to it. ]

_{[To put himself on display--his pain, that is, which is mostly who he is now, anyway--goes against his better judgement, opens the truth up to scrutiny he doesn't want, but the bomb drop serves its purpose. It eases the pressure in his chest and sets the confrontation on his own terms if Krissy's going to insist on crying to a Winchester for help.

Adam doesn't feel any victory at this win of his, however. Krissy is in the middle of the wrong fight, and Dean's still Dean. Truth be told, revenge has crossed his mind before, and although Krissy's probably thinking all sorts of off the wall things--he's a demon or something, or maybe even a guilty person who'd deserved Hell--she's not entirely wrong to think he's safe carrying around her loaded weapons. Dean probably deserves worse than getting shot in the face, honestly.

But someone else can make that their job. It's not his.

He smiles thinly at Krissy, mostly because her making demands with his voice is still ridiculous on more than one level.]}

Nope. I'll do you one better. _{[He lifts his hands in a mocking gesture of placation. Sure, Dean's the one who needs protecting from him, of course.]} I'm out. Take all the time you want; you can call me when you're done.

_{[Dean's offer makes his expression get a little colder and harder--if Dean even knew who he's really talking to, Jesus Christ--but whatever Krissy's relationship is to them, he's not about to stick his foot in it and find it out.]}

Not a thing. You boys work it out.

_{[He turns to go.]}

[Oh, hell no. This isn't happening. Adam isn't going to just dip out and leave them like this. And he's not going to just ignore her demands for her own weapons, either. Not on her watch.

She looks first to Dean, eyes narrowed and frustration lacing her tone.]

Dean, you dweeb, I'm Krissy!

[As soon as the words leave her lips, she's moving past him to Adam. If there's one thing that she's actually okay with in this whole situation, it's suddenly being a whole lot taller than she is normally. It's something she takes advantage of now as she clamps a hand down on Adam's much smaller shoulder and quickly pulls the gun from his waistband. Holding it loosely in her free hand, she growls out a warning to him while letting him go.]

I'll be coming for my other gun and knife soon enough, you ass.

[ dean's never seen krissy look at him like that before. there's something betrayed about it, something vicious like he's wronged her on a personal level. yet for all the harm he's done to adam, he can't imagine krissy taking it so personally. for her age, she's level-headed, and yet the face he's looking at tells a different story altogether.

but before he can say anything, adam's turning to him with a frustrated look.

dean, you dweeb, i'm krissy!

he looks at his half-brother like the kid's hit his head, because that's impossible-- ]

You're-

[ yet everything that's been happening lately, all around the grounds, it all finally clicks into place. he hasn't gone through it himself, but he should have realized; body switch. it's fucked up, entirely impossible, yet apparently that's the theme for wonderland. and if that's the case, then that means.. dean turns back to krissy -- adam -- even if he's walking away. ]

Then you're-- Adam?

[ he's stepping after him again, this time more urgent. ]

_{[It's annoying being as small as Krissy and having someone as big as himself try to manhandle him--or her, that is.]}

While you're at it, how about you see yourself out of my ass.

_{[Adam's disdain doesn't look much different on Krissy's face than Krissy's regular brand of disdain. He's not in the mood for this crap, or getting the stink eye from his own face; he shakes her off, not any happier to have Dean on the prowl for whatever he thinks he's going to get now that he's clued into their circumstances. An awkward, body swap-flavored reunion that won't go any better than the first time, maybe.]}

An eyebrow kicks up.]

You heard her, didn't you?

_{[Yes, it's him. Not the way he cares to run into one of his brothers, but then, he doesn't care to run into his brothers much at all unless they have something need-to-know to say.]}

[Krissy knows she messed up. The second Adam responds to Dean, she knows she's once again let her pride get in the way and majorly screwed up. She's all but forcing the guy who is wearing her body to have a conversation with someone who, apparently, left him in Hell.

Because that's the thing. She knows Dean. She trusts him completely. So logically she knows he has a damn good reason for either sending Adam to Hell or leaving him Hell or whatever he's actually done.

But she also trusts her own gut, even more than she trusts Dean. And her gut tells her that Adam isn't deserving of Hell. So while she wants to instantly write him off as some sick, twisted human who got what was coming to him courtesy of a couple of bad-ass hunters, she can't. No, she's all but positive that whatever has happened to Adam, it isn't his fault. At least not entirely.

And that means she's basically just double-crossed a guy who might have been victimized in a pretty screwed up, epic way long before they ever even met.

Yeah. She's screwed up. Big time. And now all she can do is stand there, silently, because she doesn't think she can fix it and she isn't sure how to stop it either.]

[ now that the situation's clear to him-- well, dean doesn't know what to do any better than before. though if anything, it's obvious that adam hasn't forgiven him (which should have been expected) and that the anger dean was sure would greet him is nothing compared to what he sees in krissy's eyes, what he knows adam feels towards him.

needless to say, dean's fucked up real good.

there's a brief look at krissy -- she looks just about as torn as dean feels -- but then he's stepping closer to adam again, never mind that he's in the wrong body. ]

Okay, so clearly, we-- we gotta talk. [ the two of them. in private. about everything. ]

And I get that might not be what you want, but I'm askin' if we could. Please.

[ let him try and fix this. ]

_{[They're all a bunch of screw ups, it seems--Krissy, Dean, and himself, too. Thing is, Dean choosing Sam over him isn't his fault, and it's not Krissy's fault for this happening and getting inadvertently sucked into the Winchester's clusterfuck. Dean pushing the issue in the middle of the hallway isn't fair to either of them, but unfairness seems to be what their family runs on.

He glances at Krissy first, who'd been decent enough to him in the library not to deserve to see him explode, then back to Dean.

He's badly tempted to say what he's thinking, that at least the guy's honest this time around, that what Adam might want here isn't as important as what Dean wants. Dean gets his victory, Dean gets his family. What Adam might feel isn't as important as Dean saying what he needs to say and giving himself closure for trashing someone in Hell. His expression doesn't budge, not an inch, wooden.]}

You might not remember, but we talked.

_{[He doesn't get to live through a day without seeing Hell, and Dean doesn't get his talk.]}

You heard her. _{[He nods his chin at her.]} We've got other problems and I'm trying to take care of someone else's body here. How about you shelve it and help the person who wants it.

_{[They could save the half-assed apologies for a rainy day when Dean had nothing better to do than look after his half-brother, and when Adam had his own body back and could cut and run.]}

[Now that she's finally back to her normal age, Krissy decides the first order of business is to get something to eat to celebrate. She's had more than enough sugar to last her a lifetime courtesy of her younger self, but she also isn't in the mood for anything even remotely considered healthy. So, greasy-laden food smothered in condiments seems the way to go.

With that thought in mind, she heads to the diner. Spotting Adam as she approaches the door, she grins. They aren't exactly best friends or anything - she doesn't have near the connection with him that she does with, say, Aiden or Jackie - but she likes the guy and eating with him, she decides, sure beats eating alone. Quickly, she hurries to catch up with him as he heads inside.]

Looks like great minds really do think alike.

_{[Celebration sounds like a plan to Adam as well, but his brand of celebration... lately it's more on the quiet side and may or may not involve drinking some good whiskey alone in his room with a movie. He's only watching the diner door when Krissy comes upon him, not nearly committed enough to step through it while on his own; at least he knows his own space is relatively safe and not possibly filled with people he has no desire to see.

Except before he knows it, his curious lurking is interrupted by none other than the hunter girl he'd met in the library. Krissy.

For a half second, he feels the need to duck and cover to avoid having to explain why he has boobs to someone who could guess his identity, but then it hits him... not a girl anymore. The only thing he might need to hide are his healing injuries, but after a body swap those seem like last week's news.]}

Hey. _{[Once that little bit of awkward panic subsides, he's able to greet her. He's a dude again. He can flaunt his maleness proudly again.]} I'm not... actually heading in.

_{[But he gestures for her to go ahead of him if she's got a burger and a shake in mind.]}

After a frankly embarrassing experience with one part of Wonderland's most recent event, Michael has been doing his level best to avoid the rest of the mansion's inhabitants. He has a feeling his siblings won't have the tact to hold their tongues, and his enemies will be even less inclined to keep quiet. Things are liable to get messy in the near future.

Some sights, however, are difficult to ignore.

It's not the facial wounds that grab his attention. He notes them, of course, but damaged flesh isn't remarkable or out of the ordinary - even less so when the subject is a Winchester. It's the fact that said Winchester is noticeably absent from his own body. Instead, a soul he doesn't recognize is in the driver's seat. Whether or not this is part of Wonderland's latest round of fun with its inhabitants, it doesn't sit well with Michael. Someone is wearing his things.

Any angel can deaden the sound of their wings on approach if they really put their mind to it, but Michael doesn't. He isn't quiet or careful as he lands only a few feet from Krissy-as-Adam, the sudden fluttering of feathers and folding away of several sets of wings uncharacteristically loud.

"You're not Adam," he says, and cocks his head at her. There had best be an explanation for this.

While being stuck in Adam's body hasn't necessarily been the best time she could imagine having, she has to admit that it hasn't been that awful. True there's the pesky part where she ran into Dean, and all of the anger and awkwardness that came from that meeting, plus her face is pretty much constantly throbbing - not to mention the whole other slew of quirks this body possesses. Not to mention the fact that she's stuck in a body that isn't her own. But, all-in-all, she figures it could be worse.

Until she hears the wings.

Well, to be fair, Krissy isn't sure exactly what it is she's hearing but she knows it's not coming from a human. However before she can really react beyond looking up from the book she's reading, someone is standing in front of her.

Instantly she's on her feet and judging just how far the distance is between her and her door. At his words, however, she turns her attention to him with a slight frown on her still unfamiliar feeling features. Her entire body is poised, torn between fight and flight but fully ready to do either as needed, just as she's been raised. Her voice, when she does speak, sounds like Adam but the inflection is all wrong.

"No. I'm not. Who the hell are you?"

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