Fic: Free To Be 'Us' - chapter 5
Author: emeralds75
Summary: Something goes wrong during a hunt and Sam gets cursed by a witch and turned into a girl. Sam has to go through a number of things from having his period to dealing with his new virgin status. Trouble is Sam makes a really hot chick and everyone seems to notice…including Dean!
Rated: NC-17
Categories: Sam/Dean
Warnings: Genderswap
Genres: first time, humor, romance
Fic Index here: http://emeralds75.livejournal.com/12264.html
Chapter 5
Several days had gone by since the incident at the restaurant. Sam was more self-conscious than ever and Dean felt like shit for being the one who had caused it. Sam was already having a hard time dealing with his new gender and here he was making it all worse. He still couldn’t believe his stupid outburst and wished he’d kept his mouth shut for once.
At least, checking out of the motel and renting a small apartment had turned out to be a good idea. The place was kind of crappy and there was only one bedroom, but there was a kitchen and a living room and having some extra space felt good. Besides, having a kitchen at their disposal meant that they could cook themselves and save some money.
Ever since they’d rented the apartment, Sam had spent most of the time indoors, searching in frenzy for some way to change back. He didn’t actually refuse to go out to get food or whatever they needed, but the memory of what had happened at the restaurant was still fresh in his mind and now on the rare occasions when Dean managed to drag his ass outside, he wore the largest clothes he could find, clearly in an attempt to hide his female body. It didn’t go unnoticed to Dean but he didn’t say a word about it. He was just glad Sam was at least leaving the apartment without complaining…too much.
As usual, Sam was busy researching. He’d been on his laptop for way too long and found nothing, and he was frustrated. His eyes hurt and his back was killing him too, so he decided to grab one of the old books he’d gotten from Bobby a couple of weeks ago and see if he could find something there. Who knew? Maybe he’d missed something.
He was about to place the book on the table and do some reading but thought it better to lie down on the bed and give his back a needed rest instead. So, he threw the book on his bed and lay down there, fully focused on the yellowish pages of the thick book before him.
Dean was lying on his own bed trying to catch some badly needed sleep but failing miserably, and Sam lying there on his stomach, propped up on his shoulders wasn’t helping…at all. Dean tried to look away, get his mind off Sam, think of something else, but it proved to be impossible.
Despite himself, he was soon staring at the curvy brunette lying on the other bed. He had a perfect view of Sam’s profile and was enjoying very much what he was seeing. Sam was wearing jeans and a top which weren’t tight -though Dean would love to see Sammy in tight clothes now!- but fitted her curves beautifully and softly caressed her shapely body.
Dean noticed that Sam was too focused on whatever he was reading and knew that he could indulge a little bit on the gorgeous view he had before him without getting caught. So, he smirked and decided he’d take his chances and look at Sam nice and slow.
He started from the head and went all the way down from there. He wanted to see everything, all of Sam’s new shapes and curves, but Sam’s long dark mane covered most of her new body so there was no way he could get what he wanted. And then, good luck struck as Sam brushed her insanely long hair to one side revealing her female figure to him.
Sam’s face was different and yet it was pretty much the same -Dean knew that already- except that the lips were fuller and the features softer and more delicate. He noticed that it was the exact same nose and eyes, with longer lashes but the same deep brown color.
Dean shifted his eyes down slowly, inch by inch, until they reached the curve of Sam’s breasts. Sam was propped on her elbows and her breasts were resting on the bed, round firm flesh that Dean remembered perfectly well from the time when he’d helped his brother at the dressing room. Dean closed his eyes for a second and remembered the shape and look of those pearly mounds, almost feeling their weight in his hands and feeling their softness with his lips.
He opened his eyes instantly, knowing that if he allowed his fantasy to go on, he’d be sporting a hard-on in no time. So, he opened his eyes and went on staring at Sam -not that it’d help much either- but it was something he’d been longing to do for a while now, and it wasn’t easy to find Sam with his guard down, therefore he was not going to let this chance go to waste. Besides, it wasn’t as if he was actually staring at his brother. He was having the time of his life checking out a hot chick, and it was only natural that he’d end up doing this given that he hadn’t had any since Sam’s unfortunate transformation. He didn’t want to admit it but he didn’t want to leave Sam alone, not in his current condition, what if something happened to his bro while he was out doing some random brod? He’d never be able to go on living after that. And that meant that he hadn’t hit on anybody for quite a while and his urges were growing stronger by the minute.
So, after thinking it over and over and over again, he’d come to the conclusion that if he was stuck having no sex for God knew how long while sharing a room with a hot woman, then, he guessed it was totally fair to let his imagination wander off a little bit.
Dean’s eyes shifted to Sam’s back and the soft curve it described. He followed it and let it guide him to the round firm globes at the end of her back. Man, he loved the way those jeans cupped her butt and licked his lips wondering how it’d feel to knead those perky cheeks.
He noticed his breath was growing heavy so he stopped staring at Sam’s most interesting parts and focused on her hair instead. It was the same color, and just as wavy, but it was glossier and ridiculously long, and he wondered if it felt as silky as it looked. He imagined himself running his fingers through that messy mane, placing himself between those legs, pressing his body down onto Sam’s and exploring every inch of it with his expert hands and mouth.
Dean quickly realized it was becoming too much for him to bear. Sam had no clue that he’d been staring, but he was growing impossibly horny and given the twitch he was beginning to feel in his pants, he’d give himself away if Sam saw him so he stood up and headed towards the bathroom to try and calm down…and stop thinking about Sam.
Several minutes later, Dean came out of the bathroom looking suspiciously flushed, which Sam noticed, and soon made him wonder what was up with the blonde. He was way too quiet and seemed awkwardly…spent? Dean didn’t say a word, though, he simply lay down on his bed and closed his eyes before letting go of a sigh.
Sam was bored with his reading. The book had gotten him nowhere so far and he was growing increasingly frustrated. He let go of a sigh as well and rested his head on top of the book he’d just closed. He felt his body and his head beginning to relax and let his mind wander off for a while trying to forget about the curse and all his problems.
He looked around the room he was currently sharing with his brother and soon found his eyes resting on Dean’s still figure. Sam fixed his eyes on him and let them examine him closely and carefully: the strong jaw, the pouty lips, the broad shoulders, the taut muscle that he knew was hidden under layers of clothes.
Okay, he knew that he had a hot brother. All the women they came across made that very clear, hell, Dean himself pointed it out whenever he had the chance, the vain bastard, but Sam had never realized how beautiful he actually was. His beauty was such that it was breath-taking, almost out of this world.
Sam was at a loss for words, he couldn’t think of a word that properly described what he was seeing and then he realized that Dean was simply…perfect, it almost hurt to look at him. Sam then noticed that his brother looked like one of those magnificent marble statues of Greek gods and champions you could see in museums. And yet, at the same time, despite all of his beauty, Dean was so…manly.
He was brave and strong and protective. All of him screamed those qualities to whoever happened to be paying attention. Sam focused on his hands for a while, the very same hands that had tended to his wounds and given him comfort so many times in the past, and wished those hands were all over him.
Sam suddenly found himself thinking about joining Dean in his bed. His new female body spread over his brother’s: Dean’s strong arms wrapped around her and his expert hands roaming her body while she connected all those adorable freckles on Dean’s face with her lips.
Sam felt his heart beating faster and a warm feeling pooling in his stomach. It was strange, it felt different, but he knew exactly what it was: lust. He was lusting after his own brother for God’s sake! He was growing aroused by looking and thinking about his brother in ways that he shouldn’t and then it hit him, he’d just thought of himself in Dean’s arms, as if they were lovers, and he’d thought of himself as a woman.
Sam held his breath in disbelief and refused to fully acknowledge what had just happened. He was not thinking about his brother that way. It was impossible. It just couldn’t be. It must have been a side effect of the curse. Yes, that was exactly what it was. It was all because of the stupid stupid curse. Besides, why else would he ever think of himself as a woman, right?
Sam let go of the breath he’d been holding once he concluded the curse had been the cause of his inappropriate thoughts and feelings and was somewhat relieved. Deep down he knew he was fooling himself, there was something else going on, it was crystal clear, but he wasn’t willing to admit it, at least not just yet.
Several days had gone by, and Sam hadn’t felt attracted to his brother anymore -oh, God, that sounded so wrong! He’d successfully convinced himself that it had just been a side effect of the curse and nothing else.
Besides, Dean seemed to be adjusting pretty well, too. He was doing his best at keeping his caveman-like don’t-you-dare-ogle-my-sister attitude on check and he’d stopped acting as if Sam was a frail thing. As a matter of fact, Dean was beginning to treat him in sort of a more normal way and Sam felt glad for it.
Unfortunately, they hadn’t been able to find anything regarding the curse and Sam was still stuck in his female body…and he just hated it. Of course, Dean didn’t fail to see it. Contrary to popular opinion, he wasn’t stupid, and he thought it’d be best for Sam to keep his mind off the whole gender swap thing. So, one morning, he dragged Sam out of the apartment and drove off to the most isolated area he could find.
“What are we doing here, Dean?”
“It’s been weeks since we last had a case. Gotta do some practice or we’ll get rusty,” Dean answered casually.
“Are you serious?”
“Sure I am. Come on, Sam, get out of the car and help me out.”
Sam was looking at his brother in disbelief. Dean couldn’t possibly be suggesting that he, in this girl’s body, ran drills with him. But then with Dean you never knew! So, he got out of the car and helped his brother set up some targets on a couple of trees.
Dean realized Sam wasn’t pleased with the situation…at all. He was clearly nervous and uncomfortable as hell, but he wasn’t complaining out loud and that was a good thing as that allowed Dean to move on with his plan.
“Okay, I think we’re all set. Now why don’t you start by throwing a couple of knives, Sammy?”
Dean could feel his brother’s eyes burning through his skull but pretended that everything was just fine and handed him a couple of knives. Sam took them hesitantly and stared at them for a while. Then, he took a deep breath, held a knife and steadied himself for his first throw. Surprisingly, he got a bull’s-eye. He felt confidence washing over him. He’d expected to miss by a mile but it seemed that his skills had remained intact. So, he grabbed a second knife and threw it and, again, it hit right in the center. He kept going until there were no knives left in his hand and felt glad he was just as sharp as before.
Dean patted him on the back flashing him a wide grin “You’re still good with knives. Let’s see how you manage guns, okay?”
Sam was feeling much better, and a lot more confident, and nodded instantly. Dean studied the guns he’d brought along and decided to go for a pistol since it was clear the shot-gun had too much of a kick for Sam to handle right now.
Sam took the pistol his brother was handing over to him and steadied himself for the first shot. Once again, his first shot went right through the center of the target. He continued shooting adjusting his weight and posture until he was completely comfortable but never missing his target, not even once.
Sam was all smiles and had a gleam of pride and self-satisfaction in his eyes. Dean was glad to see that his brother was feeling better with himself and gaining some of his confidence back and couldn’t help smiling.
“That’s great, Sammy, you’re still a good shot and just as sharp with knives.”
“Yeah, I guess I am!” Sam said grinning.
“…plus you’re just as geeky as usual…but we already knew that!” Dean then added ruffling Sam’s hair.
Sam pushed him away pretending to be mad at him for messing with his hair but it was clear from the look on his face that he was just as glad as Dean. Finally, some of the tension that had been building up for the past few days was slowly fading away and both brothers were extremely grateful for it.
They kept practicing their shot until their stomachs started growling, letting them know it was late in the afternoon, and so they decided to leave. For the first time in a long time, the air in the car didn’t feel heavy, quite the contrary, it was as if a soft breeze had lifted off all the uneasiness they’d both felt lately.
Dean’s favorite tape was playing and he was singing his lungs out. Naturally, Sam couldn’t help rolling his eyes or smiling every time his brother looked at him and winked. It felt good. It felt right.
The drive wasn’t that long and when they got to town, they bought some take-out and headed back to the apartment. Dean would have loved to hang out for a while but guessing Sam was tired, he thought it was probably best to go straight back to the crappy place they were currently staying in. He didn’t say it out loud, though, and pretended he wanted to grab a bite and rest for a while.
They were both eating and joking when Dean’s phone rang and seeing it was Bobby, he answered immediately. He’d hoped Bobby was calling with some solution for Sam’s situation but he was completely wrong. Instead, the old hunter was contacting him because he needed a favor.
Dean spent several minutes on the phone and repeatedly said “can’t someone else take care of it?” He wouldn’t say anything else out loud and Sam guessed it had to do with a case. Finally, Dean said “fine, I’ll see what I can do and call you back” before hanging up and putting his phone away.
Sam had been chewing at his food carefully studying each one of Dean’s words and movements and then asked “So, what’s up?”
“Erm, nothing,” Dean replied dryly.
“C’mon, Dean, tell me what’s going on…please?”
“Oh, don’t you dare do the puppy thing!”
“C’mon, Dean, please. I know it was Bobby…what’d he say?” Sam asked again pulling his puppy dog eyes and fluttering his lashes.
Dean couldn’t believe how manipulative his little bro was becoming and guessed it must be some sort of girl thing. The little brat was playing him and there was no way he was going to allow any of it. However, he also knew very well that Sam wouldn’t leave it alone until he got answers, and Dean was not in the mood for a bitching Sam so he decided to spill and deal with the situation then and there.
“It’s nothing, just a case.”
“Okay, a case,” Sam said expecting his brother to elaborate on it and when he didn’t, he asked “so, details?”
“Details? You’re not coming, Sam.”
“What do you mean ‘I’m not coming’?”
“Just that…you’re not coming.”
“You gotta be kidding me, Dean! Then why on earth did we go practice today, uh?”
“I told you already it’s because we haven’t worked a case in weeks and I don’t wanna get rusty, Sam, so just drop it!”
“No, it’s not that. It’s ‘coz I’m…I’m…” Sam stuttered unable to form the words “it’s ‘coz I’m not me, right?” He finally managed to say with a pained expression on his face.
Dean let go of a sigh and ran a hand over his face and replied “it’s not that, Sam.”
“Yeah, it is. I get it. Just go, Dean, it’s okay,” his brother added looking defeated.
Sam’s eyes were quickly filling with tears and there was no way he was going to let his brother see him cry like a girl -being stuck in a girl’s body didn’t mean he had become one! So, he squeezed his eyes shut and sat down on the bed, his back facing Dean.
Dean felt his heart sinking. Sam was clearly hurting and it was killing him. Suddenly, he realized he’d rather deal with a freaked out Sam any day -it hurt a lot less. So, he sat down next to his brother and spoke softly “it’s not that, Sammy. It’s just that you have a new…body,” there, he’d said it and then added “you have a new height, weight…you gotta learn your way around it…that’s all,” Dean said while he rubbed soothing circles on Sam’s back.
“Yeah, guess you’re right,” Sam said after a few minutes.
Sam knew his brother had a point. He had a new body -a smaller, weaker body, to be more accurate- and he honestly had no idea how to put this body to use in a fight. He knew for sure his kicks and punches wouldn’t be as effective as before and guessed he wouldn’t be as fast a runner either.
“Hey, at least you’re still a geek! You can help me out research,” Dean said ruffling Sam’s hair affectionately.
“Stop it, Dean!” Sam complained pretending to be annoyed but was given away instantly by his shy grin.
“Okay, sorry!” the eldest brother replied stroking Sam’s head.
“What is it with you and my hair anyways?”
Dean smirked thinking “Oh, Sammy, if only you knew!” but instead he said “nothing much. Just enjoy bugging you, that’s all.”
This time Dean was met by a grinning Sam, who nudged him softly in the ribs, and he felt incredibly grateful for it.
Sam opened his laptop and Dean gave him the details Bobby had given him over the phone. It turned out to be a simple salt and burn and Sam found the grave where the body was buried in no time.
Seeing there was nothing particularly difficult or tricky about it, Dean decided to get rid of the ghost that very same night. He was getting things ready when he saw Sam packing some stuff, too.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“Erm…packing my stuff?”
“What for?”
“Coz I’m not gonna need it at the graveyard…I’m not going empty-handed over there.”
“No, no way, Sammy, we’ve been through this already and you’re not coming.”
“Dean! C’mon, man, you said it yourself. It’s a simple salt and burn. Just a helpless little ghost.”
“Helpless little ghost?” Dean echoed his brother’s words in disbelief “There’s no such thing and you know it.”
“Okay, fine, but listen, what if you need help? ‘Sides, it’s an easy job.”
“No, you’re staying put.”
“Dean, please, I really need to do this. I can’t stay here doing nothing. It’s driving me insane.”
Dean saw his brother’s serious look and perfectly understood what he meant. Sam had been dealing with a lot lately and being locked up in that tiny apartment while Dean went to take care of the ghost all by himself wasn’t going to do much to help him build his confidence -confidence which he’d slowly begun to gain back.
So, against his better judgment, Dean looked at him in the eye and said “Fine, get your crap. But listen carefully, Sam, you do exactly what I say or I swear I’ll drag your ass back here in no time, understood?”
Sam instantly smiled from ear to ear nodding his head and said “yeah! I promise I’ll do whatever you say!”
“Okay, then, go on get your bag and let’s hit the road.”
Dean turned around and headed to the door hiding his smile from Sam. After all, he didn’t want his little bro to think that he could get his way whenever he wanted.
The drive to the graveyard didn’t take long. It was right outside of town, away from everybody’s prying eyes, which was pretty convenient considering their line of work. Dean parked the car behind some trees and got their bags out of the trunk.
Of course, this time, he was the one in charge of digging up the grave. There was no way he was going to ask Sam to do it now. Funny, he never thought of himself as a gentleman, but it turned out that he was sort of turning into one? Man, he couldn’t wait to find the cure to this freaking curse so that everything could go back to normal.
The one good thing about digging was that he didn’t have to watch what he did or say around Sam, and it was quite a relief. It was already bad enough to have to keep it together so that Sam didn’t freak out even more, but now that he was with this really hot chick instead of his brother and he couldn’t make a move -no matter how bad he wanted her- well, it was beginning to wear him out.
Fortunately, he could now focus on digging the grave, burning the remains, and getting rid of the ghost for good. He didn’t have to think of anything else…at least for a couple of hours. And God knew how much he needed a break.
Sam was standing next to the grave holding the pistol loaded with rock salt making sure the ghost wasn’t around. They both knew the dead man would show up as soon as he sensed someone was messing with his bones -they always did. So, Sam kept his eyes opened trying to catch the slightest sign of danger.
Dean got to the coffin pretty soon and forced the lid open. As usual, a putrid smell came out of it and he felt like emptying the contents of his stomach, but he jumped out of the hole instead and looked for the gas and his lighter.
He was busy grabbing the bottle with the gas from his duffel when he heard Sam shouting “Down, Dean!”
He looked up and saw his brother aiming at him and knew exactly what was going on. The angry ghost had showed up and was probably standing right behind him, ready to punch him or send him flying against a tombstone -yeah that seemed to be a favorite of most fuglies!
Dean dropped down almost instantly and Sam shot the ghost twice making it disappear.
“Where did it go?”
“I don’t know. I don’t see it anywhere. Just hurry and burn his corpse before it shows up again!”
Sam expected his older brother to throw the gas inside the grave and burn the body but he saw him rushing towards him instead. And before he knew it, he had landed on his back and Dean had been sent flying ten feet away. Sam immediately realized what had happened: the ghost had appeared behind him, and Dean, as protective as he was, had gotten in the way and had the crap beaten out of him.
Sam tried to shoot the ghost again but now that the man knew they were after him, he was being more careful and appearing and disappearing almost instantly, making it impossible for Sam to make a clean shot -and he wouldn’t risk shooting Dean with rock salt…not again.
So, Sam jumped over the open grave, got hold of the gas and threw it inside alongside with the lit lighter setting the whole thing on fire. The ghost screamed and shrieked before turning into a burning mass and disappearing into thin air, this time for good.
With the ghost gone, Sam rushed towards the spot where his brother lay unconscious.
“Dean! Dean! Wake up!” Sam practically screamed seeing his brother’s bleeding head.
Sam’s heart rate was speeding by the minute and his chest was already heaving with his heavy breath. The sight of his brother lying down on the ground, not responding, was scaring the hell out of him. He slapped his face a couple of times and when that didn’t work, he started shaking him violently and after a couple of minutes, Dean finally opened his eyes.
“What? What happened?” he asked confused.
Dean tried to move in order to stand up but felt the world spinning and let his head rest on the ground.
“Ouch, my head’s killing me!” he protested rubbing his forehead.
Sam didn’t realize he was still shaking his brother until he heard him yell “Hey! Quit shaking me, Sam! My head hurts!”
The brunette then threw his arms around his brother and held him tightly. Dean wasn’t feeling at his best -actually, he felt like hell. But for some reason, the mere fact of having Sam so close to him, trapping him in a tight embrace, made all the pain go away.
Dean closed his eyes and felt Sam’s soft hair on his cheek, and his breasts firmly pressed against his chest. And then there was that sweet scent coming from Sam. He didn’t know what it was -soap maybe?- but it was doing all sorts of things to him and he realized that if they stayed in that position: him lying on the ground and girlSam on top of him, pressing her curvy perky body against his, he was going to give himself away.
So, he put his hands on Sam’s waist and gently lifted him off saying “Hey, Sam, please, man, I wanna stand up.”
“Yeah, you’re right, sorry!” Sam said almost blushing.
Sam didn’t know why he’d reacted like that. Okay, the ghost had beaten the crap out of Dean, and it’d taken him a little while to wake up, but that was nothing new to them. They’d been in far worse shape and he’d never reacted -or felt- in such a way. He still wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but it felt like an overwhelming need to take care of his brother, to make it all better, to make sure he was fine. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about Dean. He loved him deeply. He’d do pretty much anything for his brother. But his feelings had never been this strong, this…intense.
It was definitely weird.
Anyway, that wasn’t the time to do a dissection of his feelings so he decided to leave that for later and concentrate on helping Dean stand up instead. He carefully let go of his brother and stood up, immediately offering his hands to help his brother keep his balance as he stood up.
“Are you dizzy? How’re you feeling?” Sam asked his voice full of concern.
“Am fine, Sammy. Just need a drink,” Dean answered rubbing the back of his neck soothingly.
It took him a few minutes to regain his focus and when he did, he saw Sam standing before him: long dark hair flowing in the night wind, pearly skin glistening under the moonlight, slim strong limbs hidden under jeans and plaid…all that framed by the golden flames coming from the grave.
Dean kept staring at Sam, standing steadily with his back to the fire, pistol in hand and a serious look on his face, and realized that he -well, she actually- would make a hell of an Amazon: the hair, the posture, the looks…man, how on earth was he going to keep his urges on check with a vision like that?
He brushed off those thoughts immediately -they weren’t doing him any good!- and he pretended everything was alright.
“Are you sure you’re fine, Dean? I mean, you were out of it,” Sam insisted one more time.
“I’m fine, Sam, seriously. I just need to get some rest. Let’s head back to the apartment, okay?”
“Yeah, sure.”
They packed everything and put the bags in the trunk. Sam was walking towards the passenger’s door when Dean threw him the keys saying “you’re driving, Sam.”
Sam looked at him wide-eyed. Okay, something was definitely wrong with his brother. He never let anyone, absolutely anyone -and that included him- drive his baby.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that? I’m just tired and my head hurts. I’m not in the mood for driving that’s all.”
“Dean, you don’t let anyone drive her.”
“C’mon, Sam, let’s just get in the car and hit the road. ‘Sides, you need to get used to driving in your new…well, you know what I mean. What if something happens and you gotta drive? Better to see how you do now that I’m fine and not bleeding to death, right?”
Okay, Dean had a point. Now that he had a new body everything was different. Hell, at first he had even had to be extra careful when walking with his new height and shorter stride and all. So, yeah, finding out which adjustments he had to make in order to drive made perfect sense. Besides, it was much better to find out now and not when they were in trouble running away from the authorities or seriously injured.
Dean knew what Sam was doing: as usual, his little brother was quickly analyzing the implications of every single word he’d said. He always wondered how Sam’s brain didn’t blow up with all that thinking and then he guessed it probably was like a small computer calculating a thousand things at once and that if you turned it off, you probably wouldn’t be able to turn it back on again. Anyway, the good thing was that he knew how his brother’s mind worked -after all, he’d practically raised the kid- and that always came in handy.
Finally, Sam said “fine, I’m driving then.”
They both got in the car and Dean felt incredible thankful he didn’t have to sit behind the wheel. He actually wasn’t in such a bad shape. Hell, he’d felt far worse. What he needed was to close his eyes and get Sam out of his head. He needed to get under control fast or his body would start showing signs of what he was thinking and feeling. So, he sat down on the passenger’s seat, took a deep breath, closed his eyes pretending to be resting, and mentally started listing healing herbs, reciting protection spells, and anything that could help him brush off Sam’s Amazon-like image and all of the things he would love to do to her.
Thankfully, it worked. By the time they got to the apartment, he’d managed to push that image and those ideas to the bottom of his mind and he felt secretly proud for it. Who knew that having Sam turned into a hot chick would teach him some self-control…well, come to think about it, it was only natural!
They parked right outside the apartment and quickly stepped inside. Dean’s head still hurt so he went straight to the bathroom to get some aspirin. Sam took the duffels to the bedroom and made sure the place was safe: salt lines in place and all the usual stuff. When he was done, he asked “hey, Dean, want something to eat?”
“No, thanks, just gonna have a shower and go to bed.”
Dean took his shower first and Sam didn’t protest. In the past, there was always the usual fight to see who’d shower first, and Dean usually beat him, meaning lots of cold showers for Sam. But ever since Sam had turned, Dean only showered after Sam did. It was weird to see Dean acting more civil, more gentlemanly, around him -not that he wasn’t complaining…at all!
Dean came out of the bathroom a few minutes later wearing his tee and shorts, ready for bed, and Sam grabbed some of his stuff and disappeared inside the bathroom.
Dean wasn’t in the mood for bed, though, so he sat down on the ratty couch and surfed through the channels. Of course, there was nothing good on and he ended up watching some old stupid soap. The plot was beyond believable, but the actresses were hot, and so were some of the scenes, so he decided to settle for it.
He heard Sam turning the tap off and taking for ever to come out of the bathroom. Another girl thing he guessed: ever since he’d been turned, he took forever in the bathroom. He couldn’t understand why, after all, he was way smaller now meaning he had a lot less to wash. But apparently, that didn’t seem to matter.
About half an hour later, Sam showed up in the living room wearing one of his former, now gigantic, shirts and combing his hair. Dean saw the comb running through Sam’s hair, from the roots to the tips, and couldn’t help wishing it was his fingers instead. It was mesmerizing to see Sam untangle his hair. It was almost a ritual: the comb starting up from the top of the head and slowly going all the way down those beautiful waves till reaching its tips, only to start all over again.
“Man, I think I’m gonna cut my hair short.”
“No!” Dean practically screamed before he knew it.
“Why not?” Sam asked curiously and somewhat confused.
Of course, Dean couldn’t say what he was thinking, which pretty much ran along the lines of “because I’d love to run my fingers through it and hold onto it real hard while I bury myself in you to the tilt, that’s why, Sammy.” Yeah, probably not a very good idea so he shifted his eyes from Sam back to the TV screen instead.
“I’m serious. This takes like forever and I’m growing sick and tired of it! I don’t know how women put up with it.”
“C’mon, Sam, it’s not that bad.”
“Please, Dean, you keep your hair so short you practically shave your head off, you’ve no idea how tricky it is to keep your hair neat and tidy when it’s this long…not to mention all the work it takes!” he protested, holding one of his long tresses and showing it to his brother to make his point.
Dean couldn’t help chuckling at that comment. Seriously, hearing Sam saying it was hard to keep “his hair neat and tidy” was pretty hilarious.
“That’s it. I’m getting it cut real short in the morning.”
“Sam, drop it. Haircuts are expensive. We don’t have that sort of money right now.”
“Then, I’ll do it myself!”
“Really? Sam you’ve no idea how to get it done, and neither do I. You’ll make a mess of yourself and then we’ll end up spending even more money to have it fixed…so, just leave it the way it is.”
“It’s my hair, Dean!”
Dean couldn’t give credit to what he was hearing. He was arguing with his brother about…hair! Man, when had it all come down to this?
“You’ve no idea how much work it takes. ‘Sides, it’s not practical when hunting…at all!”
“You could put it up, you know, the way girls do.”
At this point, Sam’s mouth was a thin line and his eyes were almost glowing in anger. Sweet little Sammy was pissed off. Dean knew what that meant and he wasn’t willing to put up with a bitching Sam all night. So, he got up from the couch, approached him and took the comb from his hand.
“C’mon, Sammy, if it’s too much work then I’ll help you with it,” he said standing behind his brother and running the comb through the wet hair.
“Dean, what are you…?” Sam began saying but was cut short by Dean, who quickly cooed him “Shh, just let me take care of it, okay?”
Sam stood still and let his older brother help him get his messy mane under control. He didn’t know why but having Dean slowly and carefully running the comb through his hair was unbelievably comforting and soothing. His bad mood was gone almost instantly and he was soon feeling calm and completely relaxed.
Dean was having the time of his life touching, caressing and exploring that long dark mane. He’d wanted to do it pretty much like forever and now that he was actually doing it, it felt even better than he’d imagined. It was even softer than he’d thought and could easily picture himself wrapped up in that seductive chocolate sea.
Having his hands all over it was completely amazing, and he truly wished he could bury his nose in those waves and indulge in their scent, but that would probably make Sam suspicious. So, he settled with letting his hands play with the glossy strands of hair before him.
When he was done, he handed the comb back to Sam and said “See? Not so bad, right?”
“Yeah, sorry, I guess I made too big a deal of it.”
“That’s okay, Sam. Besides, your hair looks good, you know.”
Dean couldn’t believe he’d actually uttered those words. He hadn’t meant to. They were meant to be said in his head, not out loud. But Sam didn’t seem to understand the true meaning behind it and supposed it was his brother doing his best at trying to make him feel better.
Sam simply smiled and said “right, thanks,” before putting the comb away and adding “I’m going to bed. Please turn that down,” pointing at the TV.
“Yeah, no problem,” Dean replied casually.
Sam disappeared into the bedroom right after that, and Dean let himself fall on the couch. It’d been close, so close. He’d almost given himself away and wanted to kick himself for being so careless. Besides, what would Sam say if he ever found out the kinds of thoughts and feelings he was harboring for him now? He’d surely call him a sick bastard and run away to never come back.
Dean had already been without Sam those years he’d spent at Stanford and he suspected, no, he knew, that he wouldn’t be able to go through that again. He’d never told anyone but the first time had hurt too much, and he was sure that a second one would pretty much kill him.
No, Sam would never find out. He’d make sure of that. He just had to be more careful, that was all. He had to deal with this whole thing the way he dealt with the things they hunted. Yeah, that was what he had to do. He could do it, right? He was a good hunter and when he put his mind to it, nothing could stop him.
Besides, Sam couldn’t be on his own now. Not that he was helpless or stupid, but he wasn’t really himself. Dean had seen the way men looked at Sam and he couldn’t even think about what could happen to him if he was on his own. And he wasn’t going to allow any of it. No way. It was his job to keep his little brother safe. It had always been his job and it would always be…no matter what.
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Summary: Something goes wrong during a hunt and Sam gets cursed by a witch and turned into a girl. Sam has to go through a number of things from having his period to dealing with his new virgin status. Trouble is Sam makes a really hot chick and everyone seems to notice…including Dean!
Rated: NC-17
Categories: Sam/Dean
Warnings: Genderswap
Genres: first time, humor, romance
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Chapter 5
Several days had gone by since the incident at the restaurant. Sam was more self-conscious than ever and Dean felt like shit for being the one who had caused it. Sam was already having a hard time dealing with his new gender and here he was making it all worse. He still couldn’t believe his stupid outburst and wished he’d kept his mouth shut for once.
At least, checking out of the motel and renting a small apartment had turned out to be a good idea. The place was kind of crappy and there was only one bedroom, but there was a kitchen and a living room and having some extra space felt good. Besides, having a kitchen at their disposal meant that they could cook themselves and save some money.
Ever since they’d rented the apartment, Sam had spent most of the time indoors, searching in frenzy for some way to change back. He didn’t actually refuse to go out to get food or whatever they needed, but the memory of what had happened at the restaurant was still fresh in his mind and now on the rare occasions when Dean managed to drag his ass outside, he wore the largest clothes he could find, clearly in an attempt to hide his female body. It didn’t go unnoticed to Dean but he didn’t say a word about it. He was just glad Sam was at least leaving the apartment without complaining…too much.
As usual, Sam was busy researching. He’d been on his laptop for way too long and found nothing, and he was frustrated. His eyes hurt and his back was killing him too, so he decided to grab one of the old books he’d gotten from Bobby a couple of weeks ago and see if he could find something there. Who knew? Maybe he’d missed something.
He was about to place the book on the table and do some reading but thought it better to lie down on the bed and give his back a needed rest instead. So, he threw the book on his bed and lay down there, fully focused on the yellowish pages of the thick book before him.
Dean was lying on his own bed trying to catch some badly needed sleep but failing miserably, and Sam lying there on his stomach, propped up on his shoulders wasn’t helping…at all. Dean tried to look away, get his mind off Sam, think of something else, but it proved to be impossible.
Despite himself, he was soon staring at the curvy brunette lying on the other bed. He had a perfect view of Sam’s profile and was enjoying very much what he was seeing. Sam was wearing jeans and a top which weren’t tight -though Dean would love to see Sammy in tight clothes now!- but fitted her curves beautifully and softly caressed her shapely body.
Dean noticed that Sam was too focused on whatever he was reading and knew that he could indulge a little bit on the gorgeous view he had before him without getting caught. So, he smirked and decided he’d take his chances and look at Sam nice and slow.
He started from the head and went all the way down from there. He wanted to see everything, all of Sam’s new shapes and curves, but Sam’s long dark mane covered most of her new body so there was no way he could get what he wanted. And then, good luck struck as Sam brushed her insanely long hair to one side revealing her female figure to him.
Sam’s face was different and yet it was pretty much the same -Dean knew that already- except that the lips were fuller and the features softer and more delicate. He noticed that it was the exact same nose and eyes, with longer lashes but the same deep brown color.
Dean shifted his eyes down slowly, inch by inch, until they reached the curve of Sam’s breasts. Sam was propped on her elbows and her breasts were resting on the bed, round firm flesh that Dean remembered perfectly well from the time when he’d helped his brother at the dressing room. Dean closed his eyes for a second and remembered the shape and look of those pearly mounds, almost feeling their weight in his hands and feeling their softness with his lips.
He opened his eyes instantly, knowing that if he allowed his fantasy to go on, he’d be sporting a hard-on in no time. So, he opened his eyes and went on staring at Sam -not that it’d help much either- but it was something he’d been longing to do for a while now, and it wasn’t easy to find Sam with his guard down, therefore he was not going to let this chance go to waste. Besides, it wasn’t as if he was actually staring at his brother. He was having the time of his life checking out a hot chick, and it was only natural that he’d end up doing this given that he hadn’t had any since Sam’s unfortunate transformation. He didn’t want to admit it but he didn’t want to leave Sam alone, not in his current condition, what if something happened to his bro while he was out doing some random brod? He’d never be able to go on living after that. And that meant that he hadn’t hit on anybody for quite a while and his urges were growing stronger by the minute.
So, after thinking it over and over and over again, he’d come to the conclusion that if he was stuck having no sex for God knew how long while sharing a room with a hot woman, then, he guessed it was totally fair to let his imagination wander off a little bit.
Dean’s eyes shifted to Sam’s back and the soft curve it described. He followed it and let it guide him to the round firm globes at the end of her back. Man, he loved the way those jeans cupped her butt and licked his lips wondering how it’d feel to knead those perky cheeks.
He noticed his breath was growing heavy so he stopped staring at Sam’s most interesting parts and focused on her hair instead. It was the same color, and just as wavy, but it was glossier and ridiculously long, and he wondered if it felt as silky as it looked. He imagined himself running his fingers through that messy mane, placing himself between those legs, pressing his body down onto Sam’s and exploring every inch of it with his expert hands and mouth.
Dean quickly realized it was becoming too much for him to bear. Sam had no clue that he’d been staring, but he was growing impossibly horny and given the twitch he was beginning to feel in his pants, he’d give himself away if Sam saw him so he stood up and headed towards the bathroom to try and calm down…and stop thinking about Sam.
Several minutes later, Dean came out of the bathroom looking suspiciously flushed, which Sam noticed, and soon made him wonder what was up with the blonde. He was way too quiet and seemed awkwardly…spent? Dean didn’t say a word, though, he simply lay down on his bed and closed his eyes before letting go of a sigh.
Sam was bored with his reading. The book had gotten him nowhere so far and he was growing increasingly frustrated. He let go of a sigh as well and rested his head on top of the book he’d just closed. He felt his body and his head beginning to relax and let his mind wander off for a while trying to forget about the curse and all his problems.
He looked around the room he was currently sharing with his brother and soon found his eyes resting on Dean’s still figure. Sam fixed his eyes on him and let them examine him closely and carefully: the strong jaw, the pouty lips, the broad shoulders, the taut muscle that he knew was hidden under layers of clothes.
Okay, he knew that he had a hot brother. All the women they came across made that very clear, hell, Dean himself pointed it out whenever he had the chance, the vain bastard, but Sam had never realized how beautiful he actually was. His beauty was such that it was breath-taking, almost out of this world.
Sam was at a loss for words, he couldn’t think of a word that properly described what he was seeing and then he realized that Dean was simply…perfect, it almost hurt to look at him. Sam then noticed that his brother looked like one of those magnificent marble statues of Greek gods and champions you could see in museums. And yet, at the same time, despite all of his beauty, Dean was so…manly.
He was brave and strong and protective. All of him screamed those qualities to whoever happened to be paying attention. Sam focused on his hands for a while, the very same hands that had tended to his wounds and given him comfort so many times in the past, and wished those hands were all over him.
Sam suddenly found himself thinking about joining Dean in his bed. His new female body spread over his brother’s: Dean’s strong arms wrapped around her and his expert hands roaming her body while she connected all those adorable freckles on Dean’s face with her lips.
Sam felt his heart beating faster and a warm feeling pooling in his stomach. It was strange, it felt different, but he knew exactly what it was: lust. He was lusting after his own brother for God’s sake! He was growing aroused by looking and thinking about his brother in ways that he shouldn’t and then it hit him, he’d just thought of himself in Dean’s arms, as if they were lovers, and he’d thought of himself as a woman.
Sam held his breath in disbelief and refused to fully acknowledge what had just happened. He was not thinking about his brother that way. It was impossible. It just couldn’t be. It must have been a side effect of the curse. Yes, that was exactly what it was. It was all because of the stupid stupid curse. Besides, why else would he ever think of himself as a woman, right?
Sam let go of the breath he’d been holding once he concluded the curse had been the cause of his inappropriate thoughts and feelings and was somewhat relieved. Deep down he knew he was fooling himself, there was something else going on, it was crystal clear, but he wasn’t willing to admit it, at least not just yet.
Several days had gone by, and Sam hadn’t felt attracted to his brother anymore -oh, God, that sounded so wrong! He’d successfully convinced himself that it had just been a side effect of the curse and nothing else.
Besides, Dean seemed to be adjusting pretty well, too. He was doing his best at keeping his caveman-like don’t-you-dare-ogle-my-sister attitude on check and he’d stopped acting as if Sam was a frail thing. As a matter of fact, Dean was beginning to treat him in sort of a more normal way and Sam felt glad for it.
Unfortunately, they hadn’t been able to find anything regarding the curse and Sam was still stuck in his female body…and he just hated it. Of course, Dean didn’t fail to see it. Contrary to popular opinion, he wasn’t stupid, and he thought it’d be best for Sam to keep his mind off the whole gender swap thing. So, one morning, he dragged Sam out of the apartment and drove off to the most isolated area he could find.
“What are we doing here, Dean?”
“It’s been weeks since we last had a case. Gotta do some practice or we’ll get rusty,” Dean answered casually.
“Are you serious?”
“Sure I am. Come on, Sam, get out of the car and help me out.”
Sam was looking at his brother in disbelief. Dean couldn’t possibly be suggesting that he, in this girl’s body, ran drills with him. But then with Dean you never knew! So, he got out of the car and helped his brother set up some targets on a couple of trees.
Dean realized Sam wasn’t pleased with the situation…at all. He was clearly nervous and uncomfortable as hell, but he wasn’t complaining out loud and that was a good thing as that allowed Dean to move on with his plan.
“Okay, I think we’re all set. Now why don’t you start by throwing a couple of knives, Sammy?”
Dean could feel his brother’s eyes burning through his skull but pretended that everything was just fine and handed him a couple of knives. Sam took them hesitantly and stared at them for a while. Then, he took a deep breath, held a knife and steadied himself for his first throw. Surprisingly, he got a bull’s-eye. He felt confidence washing over him. He’d expected to miss by a mile but it seemed that his skills had remained intact. So, he grabbed a second knife and threw it and, again, it hit right in the center. He kept going until there were no knives left in his hand and felt glad he was just as sharp as before.
Dean patted him on the back flashing him a wide grin “You’re still good with knives. Let’s see how you manage guns, okay?”
Sam was feeling much better, and a lot more confident, and nodded instantly. Dean studied the guns he’d brought along and decided to go for a pistol since it was clear the shot-gun had too much of a kick for Sam to handle right now.
Sam took the pistol his brother was handing over to him and steadied himself for the first shot. Once again, his first shot went right through the center of the target. He continued shooting adjusting his weight and posture until he was completely comfortable but never missing his target, not even once.
Sam was all smiles and had a gleam of pride and self-satisfaction in his eyes. Dean was glad to see that his brother was feeling better with himself and gaining some of his confidence back and couldn’t help smiling.
“That’s great, Sammy, you’re still a good shot and just as sharp with knives.”
“Yeah, I guess I am!” Sam said grinning.
“…plus you’re just as geeky as usual…but we already knew that!” Dean then added ruffling Sam’s hair.
Sam pushed him away pretending to be mad at him for messing with his hair but it was clear from the look on his face that he was just as glad as Dean. Finally, some of the tension that had been building up for the past few days was slowly fading away and both brothers were extremely grateful for it.
They kept practicing their shot until their stomachs started growling, letting them know it was late in the afternoon, and so they decided to leave. For the first time in a long time, the air in the car didn’t feel heavy, quite the contrary, it was as if a soft breeze had lifted off all the uneasiness they’d both felt lately.
Dean’s favorite tape was playing and he was singing his lungs out. Naturally, Sam couldn’t help rolling his eyes or smiling every time his brother looked at him and winked. It felt good. It felt right.
The drive wasn’t that long and when they got to town, they bought some take-out and headed back to the apartment. Dean would have loved to hang out for a while but guessing Sam was tired, he thought it was probably best to go straight back to the crappy place they were currently staying in. He didn’t say it out loud, though, and pretended he wanted to grab a bite and rest for a while.
They were both eating and joking when Dean’s phone rang and seeing it was Bobby, he answered immediately. He’d hoped Bobby was calling with some solution for Sam’s situation but he was completely wrong. Instead, the old hunter was contacting him because he needed a favor.
Dean spent several minutes on the phone and repeatedly said “can’t someone else take care of it?” He wouldn’t say anything else out loud and Sam guessed it had to do with a case. Finally, Dean said “fine, I’ll see what I can do and call you back” before hanging up and putting his phone away.
Sam had been chewing at his food carefully studying each one of Dean’s words and movements and then asked “So, what’s up?”
“Erm, nothing,” Dean replied dryly.
“C’mon, Dean, tell me what’s going on…please?”
“Oh, don’t you dare do the puppy thing!”
“C’mon, Dean, please. I know it was Bobby…what’d he say?” Sam asked again pulling his puppy dog eyes and fluttering his lashes.
Dean couldn’t believe how manipulative his little bro was becoming and guessed it must be some sort of girl thing. The little brat was playing him and there was no way he was going to allow any of it. However, he also knew very well that Sam wouldn’t leave it alone until he got answers, and Dean was not in the mood for a bitching Sam so he decided to spill and deal with the situation then and there.
“It’s nothing, just a case.”
“Okay, a case,” Sam said expecting his brother to elaborate on it and when he didn’t, he asked “so, details?”
“Details? You’re not coming, Sam.”
“What do you mean ‘I’m not coming’?”
“Just that…you’re not coming.”
“You gotta be kidding me, Dean! Then why on earth did we go practice today, uh?”
“I told you already it’s because we haven’t worked a case in weeks and I don’t wanna get rusty, Sam, so just drop it!”
“No, it’s not that. It’s ‘coz I’m…I’m…” Sam stuttered unable to form the words “it’s ‘coz I’m not me, right?” He finally managed to say with a pained expression on his face.
Dean let go of a sigh and ran a hand over his face and replied “it’s not that, Sam.”
“Yeah, it is. I get it. Just go, Dean, it’s okay,” his brother added looking defeated.
Sam’s eyes were quickly filling with tears and there was no way he was going to let his brother see him cry like a girl -being stuck in a girl’s body didn’t mean he had become one! So, he squeezed his eyes shut and sat down on the bed, his back facing Dean.
Dean felt his heart sinking. Sam was clearly hurting and it was killing him. Suddenly, he realized he’d rather deal with a freaked out Sam any day -it hurt a lot less. So, he sat down next to his brother and spoke softly “it’s not that, Sammy. It’s just that you have a new…body,” there, he’d said it and then added “you have a new height, weight…you gotta learn your way around it…that’s all,” Dean said while he rubbed soothing circles on Sam’s back.
“Yeah, guess you’re right,” Sam said after a few minutes.
Sam knew his brother had a point. He had a new body -a smaller, weaker body, to be more accurate- and he honestly had no idea how to put this body to use in a fight. He knew for sure his kicks and punches wouldn’t be as effective as before and guessed he wouldn’t be as fast a runner either.
“Hey, at least you’re still a geek! You can help me out research,” Dean said ruffling Sam’s hair affectionately.
“Stop it, Dean!” Sam complained pretending to be annoyed but was given away instantly by his shy grin.
“Okay, sorry!” the eldest brother replied stroking Sam’s head.
“What is it with you and my hair anyways?”
Dean smirked thinking “Oh, Sammy, if only you knew!” but instead he said “nothing much. Just enjoy bugging you, that’s all.”
This time Dean was met by a grinning Sam, who nudged him softly in the ribs, and he felt incredibly grateful for it.
Sam opened his laptop and Dean gave him the details Bobby had given him over the phone. It turned out to be a simple salt and burn and Sam found the grave where the body was buried in no time.
Seeing there was nothing particularly difficult or tricky about it, Dean decided to get rid of the ghost that very same night. He was getting things ready when he saw Sam packing some stuff, too.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“Erm…packing my stuff?”
“What for?”
“Coz I’m not gonna need it at the graveyard…I’m not going empty-handed over there.”
“No, no way, Sammy, we’ve been through this already and you’re not coming.”
“Dean! C’mon, man, you said it yourself. It’s a simple salt and burn. Just a helpless little ghost.”
“Helpless little ghost?” Dean echoed his brother’s words in disbelief “There’s no such thing and you know it.”
“Okay, fine, but listen, what if you need help? ‘Sides, it’s an easy job.”
“No, you’re staying put.”
“Dean, please, I really need to do this. I can’t stay here doing nothing. It’s driving me insane.”
Dean saw his brother’s serious look and perfectly understood what he meant. Sam had been dealing with a lot lately and being locked up in that tiny apartment while Dean went to take care of the ghost all by himself wasn’t going to do much to help him build his confidence -confidence which he’d slowly begun to gain back.
So, against his better judgment, Dean looked at him in the eye and said “Fine, get your crap. But listen carefully, Sam, you do exactly what I say or I swear I’ll drag your ass back here in no time, understood?”
Sam instantly smiled from ear to ear nodding his head and said “yeah! I promise I’ll do whatever you say!”
“Okay, then, go on get your bag and let’s hit the road.”
Dean turned around and headed to the door hiding his smile from Sam. After all, he didn’t want his little bro to think that he could get his way whenever he wanted.
The drive to the graveyard didn’t take long. It was right outside of town, away from everybody’s prying eyes, which was pretty convenient considering their line of work. Dean parked the car behind some trees and got their bags out of the trunk.
Of course, this time, he was the one in charge of digging up the grave. There was no way he was going to ask Sam to do it now. Funny, he never thought of himself as a gentleman, but it turned out that he was sort of turning into one? Man, he couldn’t wait to find the cure to this freaking curse so that everything could go back to normal.
The one good thing about digging was that he didn’t have to watch what he did or say around Sam, and it was quite a relief. It was already bad enough to have to keep it together so that Sam didn’t freak out even more, but now that he was with this really hot chick instead of his brother and he couldn’t make a move -no matter how bad he wanted her- well, it was beginning to wear him out.
Fortunately, he could now focus on digging the grave, burning the remains, and getting rid of the ghost for good. He didn’t have to think of anything else…at least for a couple of hours. And God knew how much he needed a break.
Sam was standing next to the grave holding the pistol loaded with rock salt making sure the ghost wasn’t around. They both knew the dead man would show up as soon as he sensed someone was messing with his bones -they always did. So, Sam kept his eyes opened trying to catch the slightest sign of danger.
Dean got to the coffin pretty soon and forced the lid open. As usual, a putrid smell came out of it and he felt like emptying the contents of his stomach, but he jumped out of the hole instead and looked for the gas and his lighter.
He was busy grabbing the bottle with the gas from his duffel when he heard Sam shouting “Down, Dean!”
He looked up and saw his brother aiming at him and knew exactly what was going on. The angry ghost had showed up and was probably standing right behind him, ready to punch him or send him flying against a tombstone -yeah that seemed to be a favorite of most fuglies!
Dean dropped down almost instantly and Sam shot the ghost twice making it disappear.
“Where did it go?”
“I don’t know. I don’t see it anywhere. Just hurry and burn his corpse before it shows up again!”
Sam expected his older brother to throw the gas inside the grave and burn the body but he saw him rushing towards him instead. And before he knew it, he had landed on his back and Dean had been sent flying ten feet away. Sam immediately realized what had happened: the ghost had appeared behind him, and Dean, as protective as he was, had gotten in the way and had the crap beaten out of him.
Sam tried to shoot the ghost again but now that the man knew they were after him, he was being more careful and appearing and disappearing almost instantly, making it impossible for Sam to make a clean shot -and he wouldn’t risk shooting Dean with rock salt…not again.
So, Sam jumped over the open grave, got hold of the gas and threw it inside alongside with the lit lighter setting the whole thing on fire. The ghost screamed and shrieked before turning into a burning mass and disappearing into thin air, this time for good.
With the ghost gone, Sam rushed towards the spot where his brother lay unconscious.
“Dean! Dean! Wake up!” Sam practically screamed seeing his brother’s bleeding head.
Sam’s heart rate was speeding by the minute and his chest was already heaving with his heavy breath. The sight of his brother lying down on the ground, not responding, was scaring the hell out of him. He slapped his face a couple of times and when that didn’t work, he started shaking him violently and after a couple of minutes, Dean finally opened his eyes.
“What? What happened?” he asked confused.
Dean tried to move in order to stand up but felt the world spinning and let his head rest on the ground.
“Ouch, my head’s killing me!” he protested rubbing his forehead.
Sam didn’t realize he was still shaking his brother until he heard him yell “Hey! Quit shaking me, Sam! My head hurts!”
The brunette then threw his arms around his brother and held him tightly. Dean wasn’t feeling at his best -actually, he felt like hell. But for some reason, the mere fact of having Sam so close to him, trapping him in a tight embrace, made all the pain go away.
Dean closed his eyes and felt Sam’s soft hair on his cheek, and his breasts firmly pressed against his chest. And then there was that sweet scent coming from Sam. He didn’t know what it was -soap maybe?- but it was doing all sorts of things to him and he realized that if they stayed in that position: him lying on the ground and girlSam on top of him, pressing her curvy perky body against his, he was going to give himself away.
So, he put his hands on Sam’s waist and gently lifted him off saying “Hey, Sam, please, man, I wanna stand up.”
“Yeah, you’re right, sorry!” Sam said almost blushing.
Sam didn’t know why he’d reacted like that. Okay, the ghost had beaten the crap out of Dean, and it’d taken him a little while to wake up, but that was nothing new to them. They’d been in far worse shape and he’d never reacted -or felt- in such a way. He still wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but it felt like an overwhelming need to take care of his brother, to make it all better, to make sure he was fine. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about Dean. He loved him deeply. He’d do pretty much anything for his brother. But his feelings had never been this strong, this…intense.
It was definitely weird.
Anyway, that wasn’t the time to do a dissection of his feelings so he decided to leave that for later and concentrate on helping Dean stand up instead. He carefully let go of his brother and stood up, immediately offering his hands to help his brother keep his balance as he stood up.
“Are you dizzy? How’re you feeling?” Sam asked his voice full of concern.
“Am fine, Sammy. Just need a drink,” Dean answered rubbing the back of his neck soothingly.
It took him a few minutes to regain his focus and when he did, he saw Sam standing before him: long dark hair flowing in the night wind, pearly skin glistening under the moonlight, slim strong limbs hidden under jeans and plaid…all that framed by the golden flames coming from the grave.
Dean kept staring at Sam, standing steadily with his back to the fire, pistol in hand and a serious look on his face, and realized that he -well, she actually- would make a hell of an Amazon: the hair, the posture, the looks…man, how on earth was he going to keep his urges on check with a vision like that?
He brushed off those thoughts immediately -they weren’t doing him any good!- and he pretended everything was alright.
“Are you sure you’re fine, Dean? I mean, you were out of it,” Sam insisted one more time.
“I’m fine, Sam, seriously. I just need to get some rest. Let’s head back to the apartment, okay?”
“Yeah, sure.”
They packed everything and put the bags in the trunk. Sam was walking towards the passenger’s door when Dean threw him the keys saying “you’re driving, Sam.”
Sam looked at him wide-eyed. Okay, something was definitely wrong with his brother. He never let anyone, absolutely anyone -and that included him- drive his baby.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that? I’m just tired and my head hurts. I’m not in the mood for driving that’s all.”
“Dean, you don’t let anyone drive her.”
“C’mon, Sam, let’s just get in the car and hit the road. ‘Sides, you need to get used to driving in your new…well, you know what I mean. What if something happens and you gotta drive? Better to see how you do now that I’m fine and not bleeding to death, right?”
Okay, Dean had a point. Now that he had a new body everything was different. Hell, at first he had even had to be extra careful when walking with his new height and shorter stride and all. So, yeah, finding out which adjustments he had to make in order to drive made perfect sense. Besides, it was much better to find out now and not when they were in trouble running away from the authorities or seriously injured.
Dean knew what Sam was doing: as usual, his little brother was quickly analyzing the implications of every single word he’d said. He always wondered how Sam’s brain didn’t blow up with all that thinking and then he guessed it probably was like a small computer calculating a thousand things at once and that if you turned it off, you probably wouldn’t be able to turn it back on again. Anyway, the good thing was that he knew how his brother’s mind worked -after all, he’d practically raised the kid- and that always came in handy.
Finally, Sam said “fine, I’m driving then.”
They both got in the car and Dean felt incredible thankful he didn’t have to sit behind the wheel. He actually wasn’t in such a bad shape. Hell, he’d felt far worse. What he needed was to close his eyes and get Sam out of his head. He needed to get under control fast or his body would start showing signs of what he was thinking and feeling. So, he sat down on the passenger’s seat, took a deep breath, closed his eyes pretending to be resting, and mentally started listing healing herbs, reciting protection spells, and anything that could help him brush off Sam’s Amazon-like image and all of the things he would love to do to her.
Thankfully, it worked. By the time they got to the apartment, he’d managed to push that image and those ideas to the bottom of his mind and he felt secretly proud for it. Who knew that having Sam turned into a hot chick would teach him some self-control…well, come to think about it, it was only natural!
They parked right outside the apartment and quickly stepped inside. Dean’s head still hurt so he went straight to the bathroom to get some aspirin. Sam took the duffels to the bedroom and made sure the place was safe: salt lines in place and all the usual stuff. When he was done, he asked “hey, Dean, want something to eat?”
“No, thanks, just gonna have a shower and go to bed.”
Dean took his shower first and Sam didn’t protest. In the past, there was always the usual fight to see who’d shower first, and Dean usually beat him, meaning lots of cold showers for Sam. But ever since Sam had turned, Dean only showered after Sam did. It was weird to see Dean acting more civil, more gentlemanly, around him -not that he wasn’t complaining…at all!
Dean came out of the bathroom a few minutes later wearing his tee and shorts, ready for bed, and Sam grabbed some of his stuff and disappeared inside the bathroom.
Dean wasn’t in the mood for bed, though, so he sat down on the ratty couch and surfed through the channels. Of course, there was nothing good on and he ended up watching some old stupid soap. The plot was beyond believable, but the actresses were hot, and so were some of the scenes, so he decided to settle for it.
He heard Sam turning the tap off and taking for ever to come out of the bathroom. Another girl thing he guessed: ever since he’d been turned, he took forever in the bathroom. He couldn’t understand why, after all, he was way smaller now meaning he had a lot less to wash. But apparently, that didn’t seem to matter.
About half an hour later, Sam showed up in the living room wearing one of his former, now gigantic, shirts and combing his hair. Dean saw the comb running through Sam’s hair, from the roots to the tips, and couldn’t help wishing it was his fingers instead. It was mesmerizing to see Sam untangle his hair. It was almost a ritual: the comb starting up from the top of the head and slowly going all the way down those beautiful waves till reaching its tips, only to start all over again.
“Man, I think I’m gonna cut my hair short.”
“No!” Dean practically screamed before he knew it.
“Why not?” Sam asked curiously and somewhat confused.
Of course, Dean couldn’t say what he was thinking, which pretty much ran along the lines of “because I’d love to run my fingers through it and hold onto it real hard while I bury myself in you to the tilt, that’s why, Sammy.” Yeah, probably not a very good idea so he shifted his eyes from Sam back to the TV screen instead.
“I’m serious. This takes like forever and I’m growing sick and tired of it! I don’t know how women put up with it.”
“C’mon, Sam, it’s not that bad.”
“Please, Dean, you keep your hair so short you practically shave your head off, you’ve no idea how tricky it is to keep your hair neat and tidy when it’s this long…not to mention all the work it takes!” he protested, holding one of his long tresses and showing it to his brother to make his point.
Dean couldn’t help chuckling at that comment. Seriously, hearing Sam saying it was hard to keep “his hair neat and tidy” was pretty hilarious.
“That’s it. I’m getting it cut real short in the morning.”
“Sam, drop it. Haircuts are expensive. We don’t have that sort of money right now.”
“Then, I’ll do it myself!”
“Really? Sam you’ve no idea how to get it done, and neither do I. You’ll make a mess of yourself and then we’ll end up spending even more money to have it fixed…so, just leave it the way it is.”
“It’s my hair, Dean!”
Dean couldn’t give credit to what he was hearing. He was arguing with his brother about…hair! Man, when had it all come down to this?
“You’ve no idea how much work it takes. ‘Sides, it’s not practical when hunting…at all!”
“You could put it up, you know, the way girls do.”
At this point, Sam’s mouth was a thin line and his eyes were almost glowing in anger. Sweet little Sammy was pissed off. Dean knew what that meant and he wasn’t willing to put up with a bitching Sam all night. So, he got up from the couch, approached him and took the comb from his hand.
“C’mon, Sammy, if it’s too much work then I’ll help you with it,” he said standing behind his brother and running the comb through the wet hair.
“Dean, what are you…?” Sam began saying but was cut short by Dean, who quickly cooed him “Shh, just let me take care of it, okay?”
Sam stood still and let his older brother help him get his messy mane under control. He didn’t know why but having Dean slowly and carefully running the comb through his hair was unbelievably comforting and soothing. His bad mood was gone almost instantly and he was soon feeling calm and completely relaxed.
Dean was having the time of his life touching, caressing and exploring that long dark mane. He’d wanted to do it pretty much like forever and now that he was actually doing it, it felt even better than he’d imagined. It was even softer than he’d thought and could easily picture himself wrapped up in that seductive chocolate sea.
Having his hands all over it was completely amazing, and he truly wished he could bury his nose in those waves and indulge in their scent, but that would probably make Sam suspicious. So, he settled with letting his hands play with the glossy strands of hair before him.
When he was done, he handed the comb back to Sam and said “See? Not so bad, right?”
“Yeah, sorry, I guess I made too big a deal of it.”
“That’s okay, Sam. Besides, your hair looks good, you know.”
Dean couldn’t believe he’d actually uttered those words. He hadn’t meant to. They were meant to be said in his head, not out loud. But Sam didn’t seem to understand the true meaning behind it and supposed it was his brother doing his best at trying to make him feel better.
Sam simply smiled and said “right, thanks,” before putting the comb away and adding “I’m going to bed. Please turn that down,” pointing at the TV.
“Yeah, no problem,” Dean replied casually.
Sam disappeared into the bedroom right after that, and Dean let himself fall on the couch. It’d been close, so close. He’d almost given himself away and wanted to kick himself for being so careless. Besides, what would Sam say if he ever found out the kinds of thoughts and feelings he was harboring for him now? He’d surely call him a sick bastard and run away to never come back.
Dean had already been without Sam those years he’d spent at Stanford and he suspected, no, he knew, that he wouldn’t be able to go through that again. He’d never told anyone but the first time had hurt too much, and he was sure that a second one would pretty much kill him.
No, Sam would never find out. He’d make sure of that. He just had to be more careful, that was all. He had to deal with this whole thing the way he dealt with the things they hunted. Yeah, that was what he had to do. He could do it, right? He was a good hunter and when he put his mind to it, nothing could stop him.
Besides, Sam couldn’t be on his own now. Not that he was helpless or stupid, but he wasn’t really himself. Dean had seen the way men looked at Sam and he couldn’t even think about what could happen to him if he was on his own. And he wasn’t going to allow any of it. No way. It was his job to keep his little brother safe. It had always been his job and it would always be…no matter what.
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