Dean certainly didn't remember passing out last night, but... he was definitely wearing different clothes. He usually just slept in his jeans. With a frown, he shifted in his bed, fingers tangling into his sheets. Everything just felt weird. How much had he drank last night? ...He didn't drink that much, did he? Yesterday hadn't been NEARLY so bad
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Luna was a familiar face to him, and though he didn't know the girl very well, anything at all familiar was welcome right now. Spotting her in the hallway, he waved hurriedly and rushed over. "Hello, Miss Lovegood! I-- I don't know if you'll remember me -- we met in my Sorting some time ago, except of course I didn't look quite like this at the time..."
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"I... yeah," he responded slowly, clearing his throat. His eyes shifted slightly nervously. Oh, Jesus Christ, that voice sounded so floaty and... girly. "Right. I... not who you think. You." The blonde in front of him wasn't even sparking any flares, never mind ringing bells. He pointed to himself again, and the sight of the girl's eyes narrowing dangerously must have looked REALLY quite silly. "I'm... not Luna."
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What if she was in this girl, for example? Well, no, she didn't seem to recognize the body he was in, but... "Ah -- I'm not... whoever I am, either. Do you know me? My name is Benton Fraser," he said, and it was very disconcerting to hear his self-introduction coming from such a feminine voice! "Er... Constable Benton Fraser, RCMP."
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Right. He'd been about to talk. "I'm, uh," he started, and trailed off. Oh, Jesus, this was just flat out embarrassing now. That voice? Saying his name? No, no. This never happened. In fact, Dean had slept all day. Yes. "I'm Peter Townshend," he said firmly, hands moving to his hips like they always did when he got defensive. Again, a bit of a different look on THIS body. More like some bossy girl. Or something.
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She'd nearly passed Luna completely before she came to a halt and turned around, eyes lighting up. Right! Luna! She was mates with Harry, she thought (at least, she'd been at the reconvened Order meeting back when Voldemort had unpopcorned), and would therefore know Sirius. "Oi," she said, "Luna, yeah? I don't know if you remember me, but could you do me a favour? I need to send Sirius Black an owl but my duck's gone missing. Could you send him a note asking him to find Lily as soon as bloody possible?"
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Oh, shit! Dean nearly hid his face in embarrassment. ...Except he looked like this Luna chick, so how the fuck was Lily going to know? "I, uh, no!" he replied quickly, squeaking slightly as he heightened his voice nonchalantly. Only Luna already SOUNDED like a girl, so that was really dumb - he didn't have to go to more of an effort to be a broad, goddammit.
"No," he repeated firmly, scratching at the back of his head nervously. Shit, she was going to know something was up - she ALWAYS knew when something was up. "No, I can't. I... I'm allergic to owls! Yeah, new thing. Can't help myself." You fucking dumbass. "Damn... damned owls!" You are so in for it.
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Now, Lily was a bit frazzled and her mind was scattered a thousand different directions at the moment. It had been an interesting day, to say the least. So, probably, if Dean had just smiled or nodded or even wandered away Lily would have grumbled a bit and moved on. But, as it was, the obvious skittishness of the girl caught her attention and her eyes narrowed marginally, scanning Luna's (??) face.
"Oh," was all she said, but one eyebrow went up. Scratching the back of their head - a nervous habit of many people, but one in particular leapt to mind. And a Wizard allergic to owls who didn't have their own alternate form of communication? Something was up. Why wouldn't they just say they weren't Luna? Bloody rude, that was ( ... )
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Dean's -- Luna's -- eyes widened in... a look that was almost horror. Wait, wait. WHOA. Either... she was really onto something or Lily had some kind of pent-up secrets that she wasn't telling him. He fought the urge to take a step back, gaze horridly searching her skewering, oh-so-sexy one and completely blanking.
Code phrase? "Code phrase." Cleared his throat. "Of course not... How could I forget?" he offered nervously, racking his brain -- Luna's brain, really -- for ideas. "Uh." He scratched his head again, slowly. "Well. Actually. I'm, ah. Out of it this morning. Lily. Could you... remind me?" And not get upset about it ( ... )
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Uh. This might be a bit odd. He could see the confusion knitting at Sam's brow. He was going to get so teased for this later. What the fuck ever - he wanted out of this damn body. It was annoying... lack of that familiar... feeling... between his legs and the... Christ, he really hated feeling so damn weak. "Right." He rubbed his (LUNA'S, Jesus) face and sighed. "It's Dean, man, I'm in some weird chick's body and... Jesus, no idea what's going on here. How the hell you been?"
The concept that other people could have possibly been switched into other people's bodies? Completely lost on him.
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"......Dean?"
And then a pause. No, of course not that Dean. That Dean didn't know Sam. It would have been a world of endless weird if he did. But, oh, duh, Sam had a brother named Dean. Who... looked like a little blonde girl? Oh! No! Body switching! It wasn't just her! oh thank God
"Oh! Dean Winchester. You're Sam's brother!"
She was too relieved to process how strange that must seem coming out of Sam's mouth.
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He looked so damn disappointed. Sam could've helped him. The two of them could've gotten to the bottom of all of this crazy shit. Body-switching, honestly. What the hell?
"So more people are friggin' switching in the school?" he asked curiously, which must have sounded equally strange coming out of a seemingly sweet teenage girl's mouth. "So... Wait." He pointed to Sam -- well, not Sam. Whoever the hell was in Sam's body -- matter-of-factly. "So then... who the hell are you?"
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