Sex Changes
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Sex Changes
Author: black_ladybug/sweetxpoison666
Pairing: none
Rating: T
Warnings: typical Supernatural ones? possible spoilers if you haven't watched all of the episodes
Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Dean or Sam.. just borrowing.
Feedback: would be lovely
Prologue
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Sitting up slowly and swinging his legs off the bed Sam groaned slightly, holding his head in his hands whilst staring at the floor. Dean shifted in his bed and rolled over to look at his brother. “Drink too much?” He asked, tossing the blankets aside and sliding off his bed.
Sam grumbled and lay back down putting the pillow over his head. Dean just chuckled a little and made his way into the bathroom to shower.
After drying off Dean wrapped the towel around the slender figure he now thought of as his own. A small smirk spread across his lips as he ran his hands over his sides, but the smile faded when he realized he may be stuck this way forever. He sighed, shaking off the feeling, before pulling on a pair of fitted black jeans.
Leaving the bathroom he put on a blue lace bra and pulled on a black tank top. “Sammy, come on. Get out of bed.” He said, tossing his pillow off his bed at his brother.
“Nooo…” Sam groaned and rolled over, pulling both pillows over his head.
Dean shook his head and pulled on a pair of boots. “Come on Sam. I’m hungry.”
After a while Dean finally got his brother out of bed and to the nearest diner. Once seated, Sam curled into the fetal position against the wall of the booth. Dean scooted in across from the miserable looking girl. Trying not to laugh he slid the condensation covered glass of ice water toward Sam. “Drink up. It’ll help.”
The waitress came back a few minutes later to take their order. With every thing Dean ordered Sam just cringed and drank his water. The waitress turned to Sam expectantly, “What can I get for you Hun?”
Sam shook his head, “Nothing, thanks. Just some more water please.” The waitress smiled at both of them and headed back to the kitchen.
“Dean?” Sam asked quietly. “What are we going to do when we do find-- that girl?”
Dean shrugged and sipped his coffee. “I dunno. We’ll figure it out.” He smirked a little, trying to hide the fear in his eyes. As much as he enjoyed having a hot body, he missed being himself.
After breakfast Sam’s hangover had subsided and he was a bit more talkative about their predicament. “We need to figure this out.”
“We’ve gotta find her first.” Dean replied, going through his clothes. “Bartender said she’d be there tonight.”
Sam sighed and rolled his eyes as he flopped on his bed. He picked up his laptop and started surfing the internet, ignoring Dean.
Sighing, Dean pulled on his jacket and left the hotel room. He walked through the parking lot, passing by the Impala. Feeling the need to explain himself he turned back to the car, running a hand over the frame. “Sorry baby, it’s just too hard to drive you right now…” He frowned a little and started walking again.
Eventually Dean found himself at the bar with a pint in his hand. He wasn’t really interested in drinking; the beverage was more of a prop to him at the moment as he sat watching the people around him. Sighing he sipped the beer and watched the door figuring she had to show up at some point during the night.
The bartender came by taking Dean’s finally empty glass. “Waiting for someone?”
Turning slightly on the barstool Dean nodded. “Yeah, I was supposed to meet a friend here but she hasn’t shown up yet.”
“Let me guess…” he started “She’s a shorter pretty blonde? Comes in twice a week?”
Dean turned around and looked at the bartender. “Yeah, you know her?”
The bartender shrugged a little. “Just that she’s a regular. But there’s something about her…” He paused, watching as a couple bikers came in the front door and took a table in the corner. He turned to Dean, keeping his voice low. “She’s trouble. You should probably keep away from her if you know what’s good for ya.”
Dean nodded, a small grin playing on his lips. “I’ll take that into consideration.” He turned around on the stool, leaning his elbows on the bar as he took in his surroundings.