The brothers pulled up to the small sandwich shop nestled within the sleepy coastal city. They were hungry and somehow managed to find this place.

The Impala had been their home for days now and they needed a break. 'Road trips' weren't as fun as everyone thought they were. After a couple of days, both brothers stank. They were sweaty since the AC had gone out and BO caused by copious amounts of fast food was a special kind of nasty.

When they crawled out of the car and stood, their backs both popped and each groaned. Barely thirty and each of them felt broken.

"Seriously," Dean groaned as he straightened himself back up. Sam was already making his way around the front of the car. "Why not?"

"No," Sam said again. He reached for the door and pulled it open for his brother. The bell chimed its greeting.

"Come on," he whined like a child.

"No." Sam repeated for the fifth time. "We don't have the time."

"But we're like ten miles from the beach." Dean pressed. "Just five minutes. Please?"

Sam only shook his head as he approached the counter. The young woman with a kind face and strawberry blond hair looked up and smiled warmly.

"Hey." he sighed with a heavy grin.

She opened her mouth as she approached, ready to offer a greeting of her own when she spotted Dean. The blond cocked a single brow, smirked and scoffed as she shook her head.

"Really, Priestly?" she asked sarcastically. "Another look?"

The two newcomers exchanged confused glances. Dean narrowed his eyes and gave her his attention.


Her smile faltered as she looked at the young man standing across from her. It looked exactly like her friend and coworker. He was the same height, the same build. They had the same shaped face, the same brilliant hazel eyes. They even sounded the same, but he seemed strangely confused.

"Are you going by your first name… now?" she asked in confusion. "But I thought you were staying Priestly?"

Sam scoffed and chuckled to himself.

"Hardly." he laughed under his breath.

"Dude, shut up." Dean snapped. He quickly turned his attention to the young woman, leaned over the counter and laid on his 'charm' as thickly as possible. "Dean Winchester. How's it going?"

He smiled, winked to her and took her hand gingerly in his. She just seemed surprised by the action while Sam shook his head, still wearing the smile. Piper wasn't sure what to make of the situation as an older man came walking in from the backroom. He glanced up from a manual in his hands before continuing on his walk.

"Shouldn't you be working, Priestly?" he asked absently, taking his seat at a nearby booth.

"Trucker," the red head muttered as her brain still struggled to come to terms with the strange situation. "I'm pretty sure that's not him."

The man she'd spoken to just looked up at the two confused young men. He narrowed his eyes slightly, examined Dean briefly before a smile touched his face. He chuckled at something unsaid when the shop door suddenly burst open.

Attention shifted to the young man standing in a kilt, combat boots, a brilliant green shirt with something obnoxious written on it, brilliant blue Mohawk and facial piercings everywhere.

"Everyone relax!" he called with a smile before his eyes fell to the two customers. Every hope of a dance was gone at the sight of the man leaning forward talking to Piper. "I'm here…"

Dean stood abruptly upright and stared at the man with the funky hair. His mouth hung slack, his brain struggled to catch up, while Sam only stood there with a disbelieving smile on his face.

Dean and Priestly only stared at one another in silence. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Priestly began to approach the counter. His eyes never darted from the young man in the leather jacket as he took his spot in front of the grill.

"I'm not the only one that sees this, right?" Sam asked with a nervous laugh.

The other patrons of the shop could only shake their heads. They all saw the disturbing similarities between the two.

Ignorant to being watched, the two men eyed one another and found themselves almost mimicking the others' movements exactly before a giggle brought them out of it. The two snapped back into reality.

"What's everyone staring at?" they asked in unison.

The outburst only added further proof that the two were the same person. Both Dean and Priestly glared at their copy out of the corner of their eye.

"Oh my God," Piper muttered. Her eyes danced from one to the other. "They look the exact same."

"Do not." they snapped.

Dean held up his hand to silence Priestly and spoke.

"Look," Dean growled. "I'm obviously hotter."

Sam rolled his eyes. Of course that would be his brother's argument.

"Says you." Priestly snapped. "I'm the sexy beast here."

Dean bristled and squared himself on the blue-haired kid.

"I'm ruggedly handsome and mysterious." Dean shot back.

"Where as I'm boyishly charming and fun." Priestly smiled.

"You're wearing a skirt!"

"Kilt! And what's with the squinting dude? The sun's not in your eyes. Who you tryin' to be? Clint Eastwood?"

Dean's eyes went wide. He pointed a stern finger at Priestly and opened his mouth to speak, but Sam stopped him. He grabbed his brother's arm, lowered it and gave Piper his attention.

"Can we just get two, foot-long turkeys?"

"Sure…" she muttered. Piper had to tear her eyes away from the clones and typed the order into the computer. "It'll take a couple minutes."

Sam nodded, grabbed his brother's jacket and pulled him towards an empty booth. Dean still glared at his copy as he slid into the spot.

He leaned forward onto the tabletop. His head was down, but eyes never left the man at the grill.

"Dude, will you stop?" Sam laughed under his breath.

"He's another shifter." Dean muttered quietly. Priestly seemed to sense he was being watched and constantly glanced over his shoulder at the clone. "Has to be."

"He's not a shifter." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Then he's a doppelganger!" he hissed loudly.

Sam only shook his head. He didn't know how he knew, only that he was sure this was just another person… despite how disturbingly similar to Dean he looked, this wasn't a monster.

"He's just some guy, Dean." he chuckled. "Let it go."

"How can I let it go when there's someone walking around with my face?" he snapped. "I mean, as faces go, it's pretty damn good, but it's still mine."

Shaking his head again, Sam fought the urge to smack his brother in the back of the head. This was just some guy that worked at a sandwich shop, not some shifter, skin walker, doppelganger, nothing. Just some guy.

"Order up!"

Sam stood and made his way towards the counter. He paid and smiled kindly to the young woman handing him the food.

"Thanks." he sighed. When he turned, Sam saw Dean still eying the man at the grill. "Come on, Dean." He growled.

Slowly, the man in the leather jacket stood while still glaring at his clone. Sam sighed, and shoved him towards the door.

"I'm watching you man!" Dean suddenly yelled. Sam grabbed his jacket again and began shoving him out once more. "I got my eyes on you!"

Dean even went so far as to motion to the man at the grill that he'd be watching him. Priestly did nothing more than glare at him.

The patrons in the shop eyes slowly fell to Priestly when Dean was gone. He held the spatula and watched the front door with his face marred in confusion. After a moment, he realized everyone was still gawking at him and shrugged.

"I don't see it." he lied, going back to his work.

For those of you who don't know, Jensen Ackles (Dean Winchester) was in Ten Inch Hero, a cute little movie and for some reason, this popped into my head. I suggest you see it too, it's sweet and I love that he had tattoos, piercings and awesome hair. I definitely recommend it, but yeah. What if one Jensen character met another Jensen character? lol Let me know what you think.