"Son of a fricken bitch" A shout came screaming from the bathroom.
Sam jolted up. He grunted as light filtered into his eyes. He looked around the hotel room. The bed next to his was rumpled and empty. Sam stared at the bed for a few minutes in shock. His brother never got up before he did. He glanced at the clock. It was five in the morning. Not even he got up this early. He was about to back to sleep when he suddenly jerked up. He almost forgot what had woken him up. Someone yelled and it sounded pretty close. After a few minutes something seemed wrong. Of course, nothing ever came right with them.
"Dean, are you okay?" Sam asked. No answer came. Sam started getting worried, and started banging on the door. "DEAN, OPEN UP MAN!" Sam screamed.
Sam broke open the door and stared in shock. Standing by the shower stood a woman. She was in Dean's clothes and they bagged on her. She was really slim too. Sam admitted she was pretty hot. A thought flickered across his mind, wondering where Dean was. He looked up at the woman's face. She looked terrified and pissed. Freckles danced across her face and across her nose. Her hair was light golden brown with natural blonde streaks. Her eyes were shockingly green. Familiarly green. Oh shit! Sam thought. Realization dawned on him. He glanced over her and saw Dean's neclace hanging from his, or her neck.
"Quit staring at me like that Sammy, or I'm going to fricken' punch you" Her melodic voice came out sharp.
Sam sighed. Yep it was Dean.
"um, we need to get you some clothes, you look funny like that." Sam managed.
Dean looked livid. Sam supressed a small laugh. Dean in full woman glory, pissed off. He…She, Sam corrected himself mentally, still looked lethal.
"THAT'S ALL YOU HAVED TO SAY. I NEED CLOTHES" Dean shrieked. "Look at me" She said ripping off her shirt. Sam cleared his throat and looked at Dean's stomach. There was still hard muscle there. He caught Dean's smirk as She watched acoiding looking at her chest. The possesion charm was right below her collar bone. She tugged her shirt back on.
"Yeah let's get me some decent clothes, get breakfest and discuss what the hell to do." Dean agreed. Sam sighed in relief. He was freaked out as hell, and hoped there would be a way to fix this.
