SPN Fic, "Five Times Dean Acted Like A Girl" (Sam/girl!Dean/Andy), 6/6
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Five Times Dean Acted Like A Girl (6/6)
Author: arby_m
Pairing: various combinations of Sam, Andy and girl!Dean
Rating: R (cussing, Wincest)
Spoilers: Through Simon Said.
Warnings: None
Length: ~10k words in total, this chapter clocks in at ~1200 words
Disclaimer: Fictional characters used without intent of copyright infringement.
Summary: In which events are brought to a satisfying conclusion.
Author's Note: Previously on Five Times, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, and the Interlude occurred.
6. Dean Gets Lucky
Sam didn't know exactly when he left the bar, only that at some point he found himself walking through a parking lot. The sky was an interestingly toxic shade of orange, and swooped around him like it had a mind of his own. It was making him dizzy, so he stopped looking at it. A long, one-sided conversation with an unusually short - and exceptionally rude - gentleman was unsatisfactorily resolved when Sam finally strode away in disgust. The bastard never even apologized for tripping him in the first place.
Some undetermined period of time later he found himself at the hotel, banging on the door. "Deaaaaannnnn!! Lemme innnnnnnnn!!" someone was bawling. Given that no one else here knew Dean, Sam strongly suspected it was himself. No one answered, so finally he dug out his key. The door stubbornly refused to open. Finally he looked at the key. The numbers swam before his eyes for a long minute before resolving into 1996. He squinted at the door. 1995. Damn. "Sorry!!" he yelled at the occupant, before moving down one door. This time the door liked him a little bit better, and deigned to open after only 10 tries.
He staggered into his room, flinging his bookbag onto the bed. Someone in the general vicinity was singing "I Will Always Love You" almost astonishingly badly. He couldn't imagine who that might be. Sam felt the overwhelming need to bust in on Dean. He managed to get the connecting door between their rooms to open with only minor difficulty.
With truly exemplary brotherly consideration he whispered softly, "Psst, Dean! You awake?" He could see a dark shape in the bed, which eventually resolved itself into Dean, sleeping on her stomach, as was her wont. She was snoring tinily in a miniature version of male!Dean's nightly serenade. Sam watched her quietly for a moment, then lay down next to her. Dean sighed in her sleep and turned towards him, putting her arm around him like it was the most natural thing in the world. Sam smiled. His surroundings melted into nothingness as sleep whirled his mind down into its dark depths.
He was awakened a few hours later by a strange weight on his chest and against his side. He touched it muzzily, without opening his eyes. (Later Dean would chastise him for that - it could have been a demon for all Sam knew.) It appeared to be a girl. Her hair was very soft. She made a tiny noise of contentment and snuggled into him. His hands moved over her body as if of their own accord, swooping around her curves like a racecar on a track. He felt tingly and strangely insensate. He was vaguely conscious that something was not right here - hair too long, skin too soft, hands way too small - it was as if he was expecting someone else. He was too drunk (still) to figure out who that might be. Even half-asleep he felt guilty for taking advantage of this strange girl, so muzzily tried to ask who she was. She would not answer. Left to his own devices, he would not have "sealed the deal" (as Dean would say, along with many cruder expressions), but she wordlessly insisted. Then she lay back down next to him and fell asleep. Sam's head spun pleasantly for a minute, his entire body buzzing, until he followed suit.
* * * * *
Sam woke the second time with sunbeams stabbing him in the eyeballs. His mouth tasted as if he’d been licking car batteries. He moaned and went to rub his eyebrows, when suddenly he realized there was someone next to him. Someone on him, in fact. Who… He looked down at the head on his chest and realized with complete horror that not only it was Dean, but it was Boy!Dean. The hair was cropped again and tousled, and the arm wrapped around Sam’s waist was muscled and distinctly thicker than it had been. Oh, God. He vaguely remembered something happening in the middle of the night, something that might have ended in having sex with a strange girl. He closed his eyes, blood suffusing his cheeks with embarrassment, as he put two and two together. He’d had sex with Girl!Dean and now she’d turned back! He wondered if there was any possible way he could leap out of the bed and be back in his own room before Dean woke up. The mere thought of leaping anywhere made his head spin nauseatingly.
“Shit!” he said out loud, startling himself.
Dean stirred. Then he stretched, smiling a little in his waking. It would have been cute, if Sam weren’t so utterly horrified.
Dean opened his eyes. He didn’t seem particularly appalled to see Sam there.
“Hey.”
Sam eyed him narrowly at this suspicious nonchalance. “Hey.”
“Um, do you notice anything strange?”
Dean ignored this, saying softly, “That was nice last night.”
Sam felt himself blushing again, hotly. “What? You remember that?”
“Oh, yeah. I was only sort of drunk.” He smiled lazily, then lifted his arm off Sam to scrub at his face with one hand. Sam saw his hand slow as he realized something was off about it.
“Hey, wait a minute! Am I back to being a guy?”
“Um. Yeah.”
“Whoa. That’s so weird. I had just almost gotten used to being a girl.”
“You’re not mad at me?”
“For what, taking advantage of me? I knew what I was doing, dude. If anything, I took advantage of you - you were shitfaced!”
Sam refused to be comforted by this. “And you’re not weirded out now?”
“By the fact that we had sex, you mean?” Dean’s eyes widened, and far from looking angry, he looked obscurely thrilled. “Not really. I mean, there were kind of special circumstances, you know?”
Sam scratched his head. “I guess.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Don’t be stupid - you’re going to try to use this as an excuse for sulking and acting weird, I can tell. Well, stop it!”
He leaned over, invading Sam’s personal space with a vengeance. “What do I have to do to prove that I’m not mad?”
Sam shrank back, alarmed.
Dean scoffed. “Don’t try to tell me you’re not into it. This changes nothing. I’m still the same person as I was before. I just have a little - okay, a lot - more appreciation for what girls have to put up with now, that’s all. And I know what it feels like to have sex as a girl - i.e., awesome.”
He smiled dreamily at the memory, then glared at Sam again, inexplicably annoyed. “You know, you’re a really good kisser? Now I get what girls see in you. So tall and sensitive. It’s kind of hot.”
Before Sam could say or do anything in response to this, Dean slid across the last few inches separating them, leaning heavily on Sam’s chest as he did so, and kissed him roughly. His lips were just as soft and sensual as before, but now they were driven by a more aggressive energy. The contrast was strangely electrifying. Sam felt himself stirring in response. Dean’s tongue slipped between Sam’s lips as if it were natural, somehow, and Sam ran his hand down Dean’s arm, wordlessly begging him not to stop.
Luckily for him, Dean didn’t.
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Epilogue
Andy took the news of Dean’s re-transformation well. He could see that something had changed between them, and shrugged, philosophically accepting it, as was his wont. Sam was watching him closely, though, and saw a glint of disappointment in his eyes as Andy turned away. He decided he would make it up to Andy one day, somehow. The next time they ran into a lust demon, maybe he’d give Andy a call. Then just happen to lock Andy and Dean in a room with it. Or something. Time would tell.
Title: Five Times Dean Acted Like A Girl (6/6)
Author: arby_m
Pairing: various combinations of Sam, Andy and girl!Dean
Rating: R (cussing, Wincest)
Spoilers: Through Simon Said.
Warnings: None
Length: ~10k words in total, this chapter clocks in at ~1200 words
Disclaimer: Fictional characters used without intent of copyright infringement.
Summary: In which events are brought to a satisfying conclusion.
Author's Note: Previously on Five Times, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, and the Interlude occurred.
6. Dean Gets Lucky
Sam didn't know exactly when he left the bar, only that at some point he found himself walking through a parking lot. The sky was an interestingly toxic shade of orange, and swooped around him like it had a mind of his own. It was making him dizzy, so he stopped looking at it. A long, one-sided conversation with an unusually short - and exceptionally rude - gentleman was unsatisfactorily resolved when Sam finally strode away in disgust. The bastard never even apologized for tripping him in the first place.
Some undetermined period of time later he found himself at the hotel, banging on the door. "Deaaaaannnnn!! Lemme innnnnnnnn!!" someone was bawling. Given that no one else here knew Dean, Sam strongly suspected it was himself. No one answered, so finally he dug out his key. The door stubbornly refused to open. Finally he looked at the key. The numbers swam before his eyes for a long minute before resolving into 1996. He squinted at the door. 1995. Damn. "Sorry!!" he yelled at the occupant, before moving down one door. This time the door liked him a little bit better, and deigned to open after only 10 tries.
He staggered into his room, flinging his bookbag onto the bed. Someone in the general vicinity was singing "I Will Always Love You" almost astonishingly badly. He couldn't imagine who that might be. Sam felt the overwhelming need to bust in on Dean. He managed to get the connecting door between their rooms to open with only minor difficulty.
With truly exemplary brotherly consideration he whispered softly, "Psst, Dean! You awake?" He could see a dark shape in the bed, which eventually resolved itself into Dean, sleeping on her stomach, as was her wont. She was snoring tinily in a miniature version of male!Dean's nightly serenade. Sam watched her quietly for a moment, then lay down next to her. Dean sighed in her sleep and turned towards him, putting her arm around him like it was the most natural thing in the world. Sam smiled. His surroundings melted into nothingness as sleep whirled his mind down into its dark depths.
He was awakened a few hours later by a strange weight on his chest and against his side. He touched it muzzily, without opening his eyes. (Later Dean would chastise him for that - it could have been a demon for all Sam knew.) It appeared to be a girl. Her hair was very soft. She made a tiny noise of contentment and snuggled into him. His hands moved over her body as if of their own accord, swooping around her curves like a racecar on a track. He felt tingly and strangely insensate. He was vaguely conscious that something was not right here - hair too long, skin too soft, hands way too small - it was as if he was expecting someone else. He was too drunk (still) to figure out who that might be. Even half-asleep he felt guilty for taking advantage of this strange girl, so muzzily tried to ask who she was. She would not answer. Left to his own devices, he would not have "sealed the deal" (as Dean would say, along with many cruder expressions), but she wordlessly insisted. Then she lay back down next to him and fell asleep. Sam's head spun pleasantly for a minute, his entire body buzzing, until he followed suit.
* * * * *
Sam woke the second time with sunbeams stabbing him in the eyeballs. His mouth tasted as if he’d been licking car batteries. He moaned and went to rub his eyebrows, when suddenly he realized there was someone next to him. Someone on him, in fact. Who… He looked down at the head on his chest and realized with complete horror that not only it was Dean, but it was Boy!Dean. The hair was cropped again and tousled, and the arm wrapped around Sam’s waist was muscled and distinctly thicker than it had been. Oh, God. He vaguely remembered something happening in the middle of the night, something that might have ended in having sex with a strange girl. He closed his eyes, blood suffusing his cheeks with embarrassment, as he put two and two together. He’d had sex with Girl!Dean and now she’d turned back! He wondered if there was any possible way he could leap out of the bed and be back in his own room before Dean woke up. The mere thought of leaping anywhere made his head spin nauseatingly.
“Shit!” he said out loud, startling himself.
Dean stirred. Then he stretched, smiling a little in his waking. It would have been cute, if Sam weren’t so utterly horrified.
Dean opened his eyes. He didn’t seem particularly appalled to see Sam there.
“Hey.”
Sam eyed him narrowly at this suspicious nonchalance. “Hey.”
“Um, do you notice anything strange?”
Dean ignored this, saying softly, “That was nice last night.”
Sam felt himself blushing again, hotly. “What? You remember that?”
“Oh, yeah. I was only sort of drunk.” He smiled lazily, then lifted his arm off Sam to scrub at his face with one hand. Sam saw his hand slow as he realized something was off about it.
“Hey, wait a minute! Am I back to being a guy?”
“Um. Yeah.”
“Whoa. That’s so weird. I had just almost gotten used to being a girl.”
“You’re not mad at me?”
“For what, taking advantage of me? I knew what I was doing, dude. If anything, I took advantage of you - you were shitfaced!”
Sam refused to be comforted by this. “And you’re not weirded out now?”
“By the fact that we had sex, you mean?” Dean’s eyes widened, and far from looking angry, he looked obscurely thrilled. “Not really. I mean, there were kind of special circumstances, you know?”
Sam scratched his head. “I guess.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Don’t be stupid - you’re going to try to use this as an excuse for sulking and acting weird, I can tell. Well, stop it!”
He leaned over, invading Sam’s personal space with a vengeance. “What do I have to do to prove that I’m not mad?”
Sam shrank back, alarmed.
Dean scoffed. “Don’t try to tell me you’re not into it. This changes nothing. I’m still the same person as I was before. I just have a little - okay, a lot - more appreciation for what girls have to put up with now, that’s all. And I know what it feels like to have sex as a girl - i.e., awesome.”
He smiled dreamily at the memory, then glared at Sam again, inexplicably annoyed. “You know, you’re a really good kisser? Now I get what girls see in you. So tall and sensitive. It’s kind of hot.”
Before Sam could say or do anything in response to this, Dean slid across the last few inches separating them, leaning heavily on Sam’s chest as he did so, and kissed him roughly. His lips were just as soft and sensual as before, but now they were driven by a more aggressive energy. The contrast was strangely electrifying. Sam felt himself stirring in response. Dean’s tongue slipped between Sam’s lips as if it were natural, somehow, and Sam ran his hand down Dean’s arm, wordlessly begging him not to stop.
Luckily for him, Dean didn’t.
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Epilogue
Andy took the news of Dean’s re-transformation well. He could see that something had changed between them, and shrugged, philosophically accepting it, as was his wont. Sam was watching him closely, though, and saw a glint of disappointment in his eyes as Andy turned away. He decided he would make it up to Andy one day, somehow. The next time they ran into a lust demon, maybe he’d give Andy a call. Then just happen to lock Andy and Dean in a room with it. Or something. Time would tell.