Title: An Unexpected Twist
Rating: M+
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Spoilers: General timeline of Supernatural
Warnings: GENDERSWAP; GIRL!DEAN (for part of the story); wincest
Category: slash; romance/angst
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batina35 Summary: The brothers get a lesson in life that they did not ask for. Will it change their relationship forever?
Previous chapters here:
Marie's Memories Warning: angst; hurt!dean; wincest
**Previously in “An Unexpected Twist”:
“Was that Dad?” Dean said as she slowly sat up in bed. Sam nodded. “What did he say?” She asked.
“He's coming back today.”**
This chapter: John and Sam have a confrontation
Chapter 15 here:
“What?” Dean said as her eyes widened. “Today?” As much as she was happy her father was returning, she feared what that meant for her and Sam.
“Yeah.” Sam's tone was melancholy as well. Sam had been so preoccupied with aiding Dean in her recovery, that he had spent little time on Dean's curse. He knew they needed their dad to continue to research Dean's reversal, but the timing was poor.
Silence befell the room as the two contemplated their father's return. Sam watched as Dean got up from bed and gathered some clothes for the day. As she headed out to the bathroom, he stopped her. “Dean, we need to talk about this.”
“What is there to say?” She shrugged her shoulders.
Sam's eyes narrowed. “This doesn't change anything.”
“It changes everything, Sam.” Dean responded. “Dad will never understand this.” She gestured between the two of them.
“So what? He doesn't have to know.”
Dean chuckled bitterly as she shook her head. “Dad isn't blind, Sammy.”
“Really? He's so caught up in his crusade that he wouldn't know his head from his ass.” Sam spit angrily. “It's none of his business what we do anyway.”
Dean sighed. “Maybe Dad coming back is for the best...” Dean trailed off as she looked to the floor, avoiding Sam's gaze.
Sam stood there with his mouth open wide. He walked to Dean and forced her to look at him. “Don't you say that. Not after everything we've been through. Don't let your fear of him tear us apart.” His eyes watered. “Dean. Please.”
Dean bit her lip and nodded her head as Sam embraced her. They held onto each other tight, trying to cocoon themselves from the world. When they stepped apart, Sam spoke. “Once you turn back, Dad will leave again. He'll go hunt for The Demon. Then, we won't have to hide our feelings.”
“You're right.” Dean answered. “He doesn't need to know.” She took a deep breath as she glanced at the clock. “I better jump in the shower.”
“Yeah. We have to get to your appointment with Dr. Bard.” Sam replied. “And hey, I'll buy you breakfast after that and then we'll go get you some more clothes.” Dean smiled at him and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Sam stood alone in the room, and hoped they would be alright.
*
When Dean and Sam returned to the lake house in the afternoon, they saw their father's truck parked out front. They both felt their stomachs flutter. “We'll be fine.” Sam muttered as he looked at Dean. Sam stole a glance towards the house to make sure their dad was not at the window. He dared to stroke her face. Dean's eyes closed slowly at the contact.
“Sammy... we can't.” Dean's voice shook as she tried to restrain herself.
“God.” Sam ran his hands through his hair. “I just want to tell him and get it over with. He can accept it or not.”
“I know...” Dean responded, “but it would kill him. He can't know.”
“Part of me doesn't care. I don't want to go more than one night not holding you.”
Dean smiled at first and then burst out laughing. “Dude, that's even chick flicky for you.”
“Shut up, butt munch!” Sam playfully swatted at Dean.
“A-hole!” Dean countered as they both continued to laugh as they exited the car. “Let's get this over with.” She added as she began to walk towards the door. Dean stopped for a moment and turned back to Sam who was behind her. She spoke quietly, “And stop staring at my ass!”
*
They found their father in the kitchen. They noticed a few new battle wounds on his face, but generally he looked okay.
“Sam. Dean.” He said as he sat at the table with books and papers in front of him.
“Dad.” They both responded.
Dean walked over first. “What's all of this?” She pointed to the contents on the table.
“Research on your change. Pull up a chair.” He ordered. When they settled, he continued. “I've narrowed the search to three species. I think these would be the most plausible demons to have the capability to change gender.” He cleared his throat as he gestured towards three piles of paper. “The first is an Economo demon, an ancient fertility spirit...”
Dean's eyes widened as she interrupted. “Fertility spirit?!” She tried to squash the panic arising within her as her father held up his hand.
“If you'd let me finish, Dean, I was going to say this one is a long shot. It is found mostly in the Northeast and you two were no where near there.” He grabbed the second pile. “Vengeance Demons. They would have the ability to turn you into a girl. They can do almost anything. And finally, plain old witches. There are scores of witches covens throughout the world with the ability to curse someone.”
Sam looked at his father with skepticism. “How can you be sure that these are the ones?”
John took a deep breath. “This what my research has produced.”
“Because you say so, that's it?”
“Damn it, Sam. I don't see you coming up with anything better, so yes. These are the potential culprits.”
“Dad. Sam. Please.” Dean intervened as she saw them glare at each other. She was tired of their conflicts. She turned to her dad. “So what do we do from here?”
“I need you to remember what happened before you changed.”
“I told you before.” She started quietly. “We went back to the bar to find that waitress, but she wasn't there. Sam and I drank and I got a little drunk and then we went back to the motel.”
“We were together the whole time, except when I went to the bathroom for a few minutes.” Sam added.
“The waitress is somehow involved.” John said.
“She wasn't a demon. We went back the next day to check.” Sam responded.
“Maybe we should try to get hold of her again.” John interjected as he ran his hands over his face in frustration. “She's the key. Maybe she talked to one of these species. A witch or a Vengeance Demon can assume human forms.”
Sam glanced at Dean for a moment before speaking. “I called the bar the other day while Dean was sleeping. Melanie doesn't work there anymore. They wouldn't tell me her last name or where she went.” Sam watched as Dean looked down.
“Did you know her last name?” John asked as his eyes trained on his eldest . Dean hesitantly shook her head. “Damn it, Dean.” John added gruffly.
“Lay off!” Sam growled at John as he watched the embarrassed look Dean had on her face. He glared at his father.
“Look! I'm sorry. I screwed up, right?” Dean said as she stood from the table. “You might as well say it!” Dean said as she eyed her father.
“Dean...” John said sympathetically. “Look, I'm just tired. I don't blame you. I just don't know how we can reverse it if we don't have more information.”
Dean sighed. “I know. Maybe you shouldn't bother. It's probably a waste of time. This search is taking you away from The Demon hunt.”
“This IS important, Dean.” Sam said. He glowered at his father. “Right, Dad?”
John hesitated, but then agreed. “Of course. We'll do everything we can to get this reversed. We'll just have to research more.” He tried to smile at Dean. “Okay?”
He sounded sincere enough, but Dean had her doubts. She felt a relative peace in the room, so she went with it. “Yeah. Sure, Dad.”
*
Sam and Dean sat in the den watching a movie. They were on opposite sides of the couch. Their father had retired to bed three hours ago. The two kept glancing at each other out of the corner of their eyes; they barely could concentrate on the movie. Sam turned to Dean when he heard her chuckle slightly.
“What?” He asked with a smile. It felt good to see Dean laugh.
Dean kept her voice down. “I feel like I'm sixteen again, hanging out with Missy Sue Smith in her parents house.”
“Eew. You made out with her?” Sam asked, a look of disgust on his face.
“Eew? What are you, eight years old? And hell, yeah, I made out with her. She had huge tits!” Dean smirked.
“Whatever.” Sam answered as he started flipping channels.
“Do you think Dad is asleep?” Dean asked with a yawn.
“Yeah.” Sam leered at her. “What do you have in mind?”
“Get your mind out of the gutter, perv. I just want to lay down.” She grabbed a pillow and proceeded to place it on Sam's lap. She laid down facing the TV. “Aah. That's better.” She said as she relaxed in her new position. She closed her eyes as Sam began to softly stroke her long, blond hair. “Sammy...” She whispered as she drifted to sleep.
*
Sam startled awake when he heard a noise. He looked down to see Dean still laying on his lap and whimpering slightly.
“No...no...” She muttered as she shifted slightly.
“Hey, Dean.” He stroked her face to gently wake up her up. “It's okay, baby. Ssh. Wake up. It's only a dream.” He smiled when her eyes fluttered open.
“Sam.” Her voice was slurred.
“Yeah. It's me.” He caressed her face and leaned over and kissed her on the lips. “It was just a bad dream.”
“Yeah.” She said as she sat up.
“Come on. Let's put you down to bed.” Sam stood up and scooped her in his arms. He kissed her again on the lips briefly. As he ascended the staircase, he was unaware of his father stepping out from the shadows of the hallway.
*
When Sam reached her room, he proceeded to lay her down on the bed. “I'm across the hall. Okay?”
“Okay.” She softly answered as she curled into the sheets and promptly returned to slumber.
Sam watched for a bit, before leaving. When he stepped across to his room, he stopped. He was thirsty and the thought of going to bed without Dean in his arms left an ache in his chest. He descended the creaky stairs and went into the kitchen. He grabbed a glass and filled it with water. He drank heartily and sighed as the fresh water hit his parched palate. He placed the glass in the sink and when he turned around, he saw his father staring at him with murderous eyes. He steeled himself.
“Dad.”
John did not even know where to begin. He had so many conflicting feelings that he felt he could not even form words. “I...” He shook his head. “I want to know what is going on.”
“I don't know what you're talking about.” Sam stood tall.
“Cut the shit, Sam. I know what I saw. How...you and...” John stumbled on his words, confusion and disbelief clouding his thought process.
Sam's eyes widened as his breath picked up. He knew they would be confronted, but this was too soon. He did not know what to say yet. He internally berated himself for being so careless.
“Answer me!” John yelled.
Sam glared at him. “Keep it down. You'll wake Dean up.” His menacing voice threatened.
“You owe me an explanation.” John took a step forward.
“I owe you nothing.” Sam responded with a sneer.
“You're brothers, Sam!” John added. “It's not right. It's not normal!” He tried to lower his voice as he spoke, but he was having trouble reining in his anger.
“Normal?” Sam chuckled bitterly as he shook his head. “NORMAL?!” He clenched his fists. “When have we ever been normal? Normal would have been having a home, staying in the same school for more than a year at a time, having friends we could play with. No, Dad. You made sure that we had the farthest thing from normal as possible. You raised us as warriors, teaching us how to fight dark forces. We should have been going to the Boy Scouts and to the prom! So don't lecture me on being normal!”
“I did the best I could.”
“No, you CHOSE to avenge mom's death at the expense of us.” Sam paced across the room.
John took a few calming breaths. “How long...have you two...”
“Not that it's any of your business, but only recently.”
“So, what?” John replied. “You decided to take advantage of your newly female brother? He's vulnerable, so you decide to make a move?”
Sam spoke with anger in his voice. “I'm not taking advantage. You make it sound perverse.”
“It's sick and wrong, Sam. Not to mention illegal.”
“It's not sick, Dad. I've cared for Dean a long time. And who are you to lecture about legality? You taught us about fake identities and credit card scams, among other things.” John looked hurt for a moment. “What? Because it's for the 'greater good', it doesn't count? You are such a fucking hypocrite!”
“Don't try to change the subject. This isn't about me.”
“Oh, but it is. The only person I could ever rely on was Dean. Are you really that surprised that we developed feelings for each other?”
“Stop talking like you two have a relationship!” John shouted. He paused and his eyes turned cold. “We just have to get Dean reversed and this will all end. Got that? Once he's back, there will be none of this nonsense.”
“Are you serious? Is that an order, SIR?” Sam's eyed his father with such hate. “You think we fell in love because he's now a girl? Are you blind?”
“No, Sam. You're feeling guilty about Dean and it's clouding your judgement.”
“Guilty about what?”
“You let Dean out of your sight and she was nearly killed.”
Sam shook his head as his control faltered. “What did you say to me?”
“I'm just saying what we all know. I've always taught you two to look out for each other.”
“You're such a bastard.” Sam's nostrils flared. “Why do you even care? Once you get a chance you're going to up and leave. That's what you're good at, anyway.”
“Could say the same thing to you, kiddo.” John's statement was laced with anger as he clenched his fists.
“I swear to God...” Sam breathed heavily as he closed his eyes.
“What would your mother think of her two boys like this?” John added.
Sam snapped. He crossed the room quickly and grabbed his father by the collar and shoved him against the wall. “Don't you bring her up like that!” Sam's face was crimson red. He stumbled backwards when his father shoved him off.
*
Dean slept peacefully until she started to hear some voices. At first she thought she was dreaming, but as she became more conscious, the voices were louder. As she crept towards the stairs, she heard her father and brother fighting. “God, what now?” She muttered to herself as she went downstairs to once again mediate. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw them scuffling.
“Stop.” Her voice did not seem to penetrate through their melee. When she realized that they were going to hurt each other, she ran over to them. “STOP!” She yelled. In the flurry of arms, Dean's tiny body tried to separate the two fighting, cursing men. She was overpowered and suddenly felt the sting of an arm across her face.
“Aaah!” She yelled as she was flung back and hit her head against the wall. All Sam and John could do was watch in horror as she slid unconscious onto the floor.
TBC...