"DEAANNN! ILL KILL YOU! " Sam thundered after Dean. It was an hour to midnight and bucketing rain, but that didnt stop Dean.
Dean skidded to a stop in a mud puddle. "What? " he grinned in a way that would enrage Sam if he wasnt enraged already.
"Dean. Ill kick your butt if you dont gimme that hex bag." Sams long brown curls were plastered to his now softer and more feminine face.
In fact, Sam was a woman. But she looked like Sam still.
"Sam its a 24 hour cur-" Before he finished, Sam turned back.
"Its time."
Dean yelped as Sam tackled him.
"Bitch."
"Jerk."