Mileage 1/1
Ladies and gentlemen, my first Supernatural fanfiction. Like I needed another fandom....
"Oh, you have gotta be kiddin' me," Dean winchester snarled as he climbed to his feet. With an abrupt move, he shoved long bangs out of his eyes and stretched out larger hands, glaring at them. "You have gotta be effin' kiddin' me!"
At his feet, his brother Sam let out a groan. His hand flew to his throat. "....Dean...."
"Open your eyes, Sammy. You ain't gonna believe this one."
Rolling onto his back, Sam frowned as he opened his eyes. He looked up -- and let out a yell, jerking to a sitting position and groaning as a hand went to his head.
"Yeah. Where's the crystal?"
Sam was running a hand through strange-feeling close-cropped hair. "Uh, it's in my -- it's in your -- jacket pocket."
Dean shot a disdainful glare at the unmoving body of the bull that the demon had possessed and altered into a classical minotaur. The brothers had tracked them into the maze, and had used the mystical crystal that they'd searched out to drive the demon out of the animal.
But when they'd killed the demon, there had been a great surge of power and a "ripping" sensation. Dean had just enough awareness to see the bull go down before the darkness had claimed him.
And suddenly, searching the pockets of the denim jacket he now wore, Dean remembered that he'd watched himself fall to the ground as well. He swore.
Sam looked up. "What?"
"That power discharge when we snuffed that demon."
"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. It was an alteration demon. It could easily have tapped into the crystal's energy and done this to us."
"Yeah, so we just use the crystal and --" Dean broke off abruptly, a strange look coming over his suddenly pale face as his now longer legs folded, sending him to his knees.
"Hey." Sam scrambled over. "What is it?"
Dean looked at him -- part of Sam mused how strange it was to see his brother's expressions on his own face -- and slowly drew a closed fist out of the denim jacket's pocket.
Even more slowly, he opened it.
Sparkling powder sifted to the ground and blew in the small puffs of wind.
Two pairs of huge, stunned eyes met and held. Then Sam settled back onto his heels, ran his hands through his close-cropped hair, and summed it up perfectly.
"Well....shit."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The walk back to the Impala was made in silence. Both were still too stunned for casual conversation or their usual banter.
Once they got in, Dean sighed in aggravation as he had to adjust the seat to accomodate his longer legs. Sam handed over the keys without a word, and they were on the road.
"To Bobby's?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Dean nodded. "If anyone can help us reverse this, he'd know them." He swiped at the hair falling into his eyes.
"What if...." Sam chewed on his lip for a second. "What if it can't be reversed?"
"Then I," Dean announced, "am getting a haircut!" He swiped at his hair again. "It's hard to drive with all this damn hair in my eyes all the damn time!"
Sam smirked at him. "And I'll have to get new clothes! Nothing of mine'll fit now!"
"Yeah, cause you're built like a Sasquatch!"
Sam chuckled. "No, Dean -- now you are."
Dean spared him a quick glare. "Bitch."
"Jerk," Sam shot back with a grin.
And the banter continued down the road.
END
"Oh, you have gotta be kiddin' me," Dean winchester snarled as he climbed to his feet. With an abrupt move, he shoved long bangs out of his eyes and stretched out larger hands, glaring at them. "You have gotta be effin' kiddin' me!"
At his feet, his brother Sam let out a groan. His hand flew to his throat. "....Dean...."
"Open your eyes, Sammy. You ain't gonna believe this one."
Rolling onto his back, Sam frowned as he opened his eyes. He looked up -- and let out a yell, jerking to a sitting position and groaning as a hand went to his head.
"Yeah. Where's the crystal?"
Sam was running a hand through strange-feeling close-cropped hair. "Uh, it's in my -- it's in your -- jacket pocket."
Dean shot a disdainful glare at the unmoving body of the bull that the demon had possessed and altered into a classical minotaur. The brothers had tracked them into the maze, and had used the mystical crystal that they'd searched out to drive the demon out of the animal.
But when they'd killed the demon, there had been a great surge of power and a "ripping" sensation. Dean had just enough awareness to see the bull go down before the darkness had claimed him.
And suddenly, searching the pockets of the denim jacket he now wore, Dean remembered that he'd watched himself fall to the ground as well. He swore.
Sam looked up. "What?"
"That power discharge when we snuffed that demon."
"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. It was an alteration demon. It could easily have tapped into the crystal's energy and done this to us."
"Yeah, so we just use the crystal and --" Dean broke off abruptly, a strange look coming over his suddenly pale face as his now longer legs folded, sending him to his knees.
"Hey." Sam scrambled over. "What is it?"
Dean looked at him -- part of Sam mused how strange it was to see his brother's expressions on his own face -- and slowly drew a closed fist out of the denim jacket's pocket.
Even more slowly, he opened it.
Sparkling powder sifted to the ground and blew in the small puffs of wind.
Two pairs of huge, stunned eyes met and held. Then Sam settled back onto his heels, ran his hands through his close-cropped hair, and summed it up perfectly.
"Well....shit."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The walk back to the Impala was made in silence. Both were still too stunned for casual conversation or their usual banter.
Once they got in, Dean sighed in aggravation as he had to adjust the seat to accomodate his longer legs. Sam handed over the keys without a word, and they were on the road.
"To Bobby's?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Dean nodded. "If anyone can help us reverse this, he'd know them." He swiped at the hair falling into his eyes.
"What if...." Sam chewed on his lip for a second. "What if it can't be reversed?"
"Then I," Dean announced, "am getting a haircut!" He swiped at his hair again. "It's hard to drive with all this damn hair in my eyes all the damn time!"
Sam smirked at him. "And I'll have to get new clothes! Nothing of mine'll fit now!"
"Yeah, cause you're built like a Sasquatch!"
Sam chuckled. "No, Dean -- now you are."
Dean spared him a quick glare. "Bitch."
"Jerk," Sam shot back with a grin.
And the banter continued down the road.
END