There's a Little Black Spot on the Sun Today
A Supernatural AU
by Laurel (Sailorhathor)

Rating: Rated Adult for gory violence, language, and sexual content
Word Count: 3,803
Universe/Series: Ashes of Dreams and Bloodstained Streets V. II, Little Black Spot Series
Timeline: Winsister AU. Written for 10switched; the aim is to write ten stories where the gender of a central character has been switched. Dean was born a girl in this story. It starts in late 2005 while Sam is still in college. Instead of being flame-broiled on the ceiling, Jessica is revealed to be not what she seems.
Warnings: Female sirens in heat manhandling Sam and Deanne with dubious consent! Later chapters will have girl!Dean/Sam and other pairings. Deanne drops the C-bomb. Heavy on the fanservice (Sam gives good writhe).
Author's Notes: I put a poll up on my journal so friends could help me pick the best name for girl!Dean. The classic girl!Dean name Deanne got the most votes, so that's how her name was chosen.
My Live Action Model for Deanne is actress Erica Durance. You can, of course, imagine her looking any way your mind pleases; I can't police yer brain. ;)
All of the stories written in this series will have titles taken from the lyrics of "King of Pain" by The Police. I have no idea why either; they just sound awesome.

So, apparently, Jessica was a siren.

Sam was just finding that out tonight as he watched the feathered, human-like creatures dance about the woman he loved, the skin of her arms and legs now partially covered with iridescent purple and blue feathers. He even saw patches of them coming around the sides of her neck. It was something Sam could have dealt with - heck, they were a pretty color - but Jessica had already announced that her clan planned to use him as food for their young after he fertilized their eggs.

That was a relationship killer if he ever heard one.

Every time Sam made a move to defend himself, she would start singing, and he would be enthralled by its supernatural power, becoming docile and doing whatever she commanded. Jessica bound his arms and legs to the wooden stake with no resistance.

"It's so beautiful," Sam declared, swaying his head in time with the opera-style song that she crooned to weave her spell.

Jessica stroked his cheek and the side of his chin. She stopped singing, speaking instead, informing him of his fate. "Sam Winchester, your family has hunted our kind for at least twenty years. Your father killed one of our sisters in a most brutal fashion," Jessica said angrily. "I tracked you down, befriending you out of a desire for revenge. Now, we will finally have that revenge!"

Her siren sisters cheered. It sounded like wild, chaotic birdsong.

She raised a triumphant fist in the air and turned to each side of the room to acknowledge every siren assembled there. Jessica waited for the noise to die down before continuing. "I think it is fitting that the child of the great John Winchester should wind up food for our young." She said John's name and the title she had given him with sarcasm. The other sirens cheered again. "As your family once brought us death, now it will bring us new life!"

Having regained control of his mind, Sam shook his head in disbelief, tears brimming in his eyes. "I can't believe you played with my heart like that. I love you, Jessica."

She leaned in very close to him, eye to eye. Those eyes were now entirely black, the beady eyes of a bird of prey. "That's your problem."

Sam burst into tears.

Jessica looked at him as a curiosity, tilting her head and regarding him with squinted eyes. "We did that so many times after the death of our sister. Tell me, Sam... have you ever heard a siren cry?"

"Are you saying... you never loved me?"

A sinister smile crossing her face, Jessica brushed his nose with her own, something they used to do all the time as a sign of endearment. "Your Eskimo kisses meant nothing to me, you simpering fool. I only cared for avenging my sister's murder."

Sam cried harder in reaction. "How can you say that?"

She smiled the same way, venomous and satisfied. "Because it's true."

"No... you must've killed Jessica... absorbed her... she would never say such awful things to me."

Jessica slammed her hand down on the stake above his head, making him flinch and the wood shake in its stand. "Think what you like. The only thing you need to understand is you're about to feel the wrath of twenty-six bereaved sirens... after you've done your manly duties." She grabbed his crotch and squeezed it, giving it a good shake. Sam gasped in surprise and a little pain. "At least you can enjoy that part."

The door at the back of the warehouse suddenly flew open; it had been kicked in. The person who did it stepped into the room as all of the sirens turned with a gasp. Jessica grinned; she knew who it was immediately... a blonde 26-year-old girl with her hair to mid-back, wearing a black lace-up shirt and worn jeans with a brown leather jacket. They all stared at two things - the double-edged sword held at her side, and the Spongebob Squarepants knit cap pulled down over her ears.

"Deanne!" Sam yelled.

Jessica turned with that same wicked smile upon her face. "Your sister Deanne?" she asked, as if she didn't know.

One of the sirens, acting as a sentry, screeched and ran at Deanne. Seeing the movement out of the corner of her eye, Deanne turned without a word, swinging the sword around in an arc. The motion of the weapon as it cut through the air made a deep, musical sound. The sirens reacted with pained screams, putting their hands over their ears. Before the sentry could do anything to defend herself or her clan, Deanne had sliced her head clean off.

"Noooo!" another siren screamed, and rushed at Deanne with talon-like nails splayed. The girl hunter dispatched of this one just as fast as she had the first.

"Stop it!" Jessica commanded. "Can't you see she's got the Sword of Odysseus?!"

The other sirens gasped again. They had heard the legend of that sword.

Deanne held them off with just the threat of the weapon she held in her hands. "That's my brother you have there, bitch." She spoke very loudly, presumably so Jessica could hear her on the opposite end of the warehouse. "My name is Deanne Winchester, and I never had any gum. I just came here to kick your ass."

Not waiting for Deanne to make good on that promise, Jessica began to sing.

Sam yelled, "Deanne, get out!" before the siren's song told hold of him.

Deanne, smiling, swayed on her feet in time with the melody. "Mm, that's pretty," she said.

Inside, Sam knew they were in deep trouble when Deanne said she enjoyed opera-style singing. That kind of music would usually cause her to stick her finger down her throat and make a gagging sound anytime she passed it on the radio. But the sirens had control of his brain, so he just kept smiling.

The creatures moved up on Deanne. One tried to take the sword from her, but she recoiled as if she'd touched a hot stove.

"You idiot, don't you know the legend? Only the head of a siren clan can touch the Sword of Odysseus," Jessica informed them, singing the words to make them part of the song. "Bring her to me."

The sirens simply picked Deanne up, carrying her over their heads as if she was a large, rolled up rug. Her arms hung limp at her sides, the sword swinging with the motion of her limb like an albatross around a mariner's neck, like a bad luck omen. The sirens avoided touching it.

The creatures guarding Sam knew what was coming. They began to get excited for the spawning and the revenge that would soon follow. A siren ripped at Sam's shirt; the others helped her until it was just a tatter of shredded fabric and buttons dangling on thread, and they rubbed his muscular chest in anticipation. Sam writhed on the stake, caught up in the ecstasy of the siren's thrall.

The creatures put Deanne down, standing her on her feet before Jessica. A particularly excited siren stood behind Deanne and wrapped her arms around her, rubbing and stroking her breasts through her shirt, making sure to squeeze her nipples extra hard. Deanne's face registered disgust at being manhandled by the siren for a brief second before she mirrored Sam's ecstasy. The overheated sirens around Sam shifted their attention to his crotch; several hands stroked down the front of his pants, making him moan and writhe in his bonds.

Jessica smirked at the sight of the two siblings under her power. The other sirens took over her song so she could tell Deanne what was in store for the two of them. "Hello, Deanne. Thank you for making this easier for us by showing up here in a valiant attempt to save your brother. Now we don't have to hunt you down." She joined the other siren in harassing Deanne, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples with her thumbs. "We can't breed with you, but you can serve as food for our young. Until they are born, you will be ours, to satisfy our sexual needs. Sirens in heat... hm, it's a messy thing." Jessica reached behind her and gave Sam's crotch a good rub and an aggressive squeeze while at the same time, mimicking that action on one of Deanne's tits. Sam moaned loudly, but Deanne only smiled with tight lips. "Mm, but you Winchesters do make some gorgeous stock. If only we could keep you both as sex slaves forever. But that's not practical, is it? Now..." Carefully reaching for the sword, Jessica stayed wary of a trick. "...give me the Sword of Odysseus."

When she leaned forward, it brought her face closer to Deanne's. Deanne went, "Psst."

Cocking an eye at her, Jessica stopped cold with apprehension. The other sirens were still singing, but...

Deanne put on her sexiest come-hither expression, putting her free hand behind her head. "Do you want this body?"

Blinking in bewilderment, Jessica tried to figure out if Deanne was still under the influence of the thrall or if she had somehow shaken it. But that was impossible. No one could do that. "Uhhh... yes?"

With a mischievous smirk, Deanne pushed up on the cap and her hair so Jessica could see her ear.

She had never been under the power of the thrall.

She was wearing earplugs.

"Never gonna get it," Deanne said.

Jessica went for the sword, but Deanne brought it up, teasing the siren by darting it in and out of her hand with a sing-songy, "Oops, too slow," before swinging the weapon around in a high arc and bringing it down to cut off the screaming, cowering Jessica's head.

The chaos that followed is what Deanne considered the fun part. She knew from the research her father had done that sirens relied almost totally on the power of their leader. If the head siren was killed, the other members became powerless. Furthermore, according to tradition, they were not allowed to leave her body; instead, they were supposed to commit suicide right where she lay.

The Winchesters would help them accomplish this. But first, a victory dance.

While the sirens screamed in horror and grief, Deanne mocked them, tantalizingly rubbing her hands over her body and gyrating like a stripper without a pole while singing the only pop song she'd ever liked. It had just the right amount of attitude for just such an occasion. "Never gonna get it, never gonna get it, neeeever gonna get it, never gonna get it..."

The spell broken, Sam shook it off and called, "Deanne! Untie me!"

She finished her song. "Never gonna get it, never get it." After giving her ass a little shake, Deanne licked her thumb and put it on the seat of her pants. "Sssss."

"Deanne, goddamn it!"

Because she still had the earplugs in, Deanne couldn't hear what Sam was saying, but she had seen his mouth move that time. "What?!"

Rolling his eyes, Sam repeated, "Untie me!"

"What?!"

Sam frustratedly struggled in his bonds.

Jumping up on the platform, Deanne yelled, "Here, let me untie you!"

He rolled his eyes up again and stomped his feet to the limits of the ropes. "The court would understand if I killed her now. It'd be justifiable homicide."

"What?!" Deanne used the sword to cut through the ropes holding Sam's left wrist down, and then the other.

His hands now free, Sam smacked the silly cap off her head. "Remove the earplugs!" he yelled, and pointed at his ears.

"You think I want to hear these bitches whine?!" she hollered back.

Sam, not waiting to be invited to do it, reached over and took out her earplugs himself. "We can't talk when you've got those in," he said, and bent down to untie his feet.

Deanne quipped, "You think I want to hear you whine? And don't disrespect the Bob." She snatched up the Spongebob cap, stuffed it in her pocket, and bent down again to lift her pant leg. Deanne had a sheath strapped to her calf that held a large knife. Taking it out, she handed it to Sam. "Sirens have tough hides. The Sword of Odie works best, but tough titties, it's mine, so you may have to work kind of hard with that knife."

"Sword of Odie? Don't say it like that. It's not the sword of the dog that lives with Garfield," he scoffed. After using the knife to cut through the rest of the ropes, Sam looked at it reflectively and sighed. "I vowed I'd never hunt again."

Deanne felt caught between her emotional concern for her little brother and her need to finish the job. "Yeah, well, just do it this one time. We'll be here forever if you don't help. There's almost thirty of these bitches."

Sighing again, Sam gave a resigned nod and prepared to do his grisly work.

The sirens knew they were doomed; they had no place to go. Some cowered around Jessica's headless body and wailed, praying for mercy. Others ran about aimlessly, screaming.

Running at a pack of them hunkered together against a wall, Deanne teased, "You guys like to sing, huh? How do you like my song?" She started to warble a tune by Kiss. "Oh oh-oh ohhhh, yeah... oh oh-oh ohhh, yeah..." She moved swiftly through the crowd of frightened sirens, cutting off their heads with efficient and merciless skill. "Stand up, you don't have to be afraid... get down, love is like a hurricane..."

Sam watched her for a moment, taking out the creatures with glee, and wondered if he would ever be able to take that kind of pleasure in this work. Walls splattered with blood; lifeless, staring heads rolling around on the floor... how did his father and sister do it every day without going mad? He just looked at the gleaming knife, thinking it over.

"Hey Sammy, sing them a song. They just love it."

Sam jumped, startled out of his thoughts. "Uh, a song? Uhhh..." He started tapping his foot and half-heartedly sang, "Jingle bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg..."

Deanne lowered the sword and shook her head. "That was pathetic."

Breaking with tradition, two sirens made a run for it. Deanne pursued them and used the large, intimidating sword to cut off both their heads at once.

Sam cringed at the spray of blood, the cut-off screams, the boisterous laughter that flowed out of his sister while she looked for another siren to slaughter and sang that Kiss song about how she loved it loud. He knew the sirens weren't virtuous creatures and that they needed to die, but to take such joy in it...

It was then that Sam looked down and caught sight of Jessica's body. How he'd loved her. Still loved her. And she'd betrayed him, played with his heart and pretended to love him while she bided her time until the other sirens came, until they were in heat. It was all about using him to reproduce and get revenge on his father. Sam hadn't even performed the deed they wanted to avenge.

Jessica had represented his normalcy, his hope, his future. And she'd just been another job.

With an angry howl, Sam turned on the nearest siren and seized her by the hair. She screeched, scratching at his chest and arms as he began to saw off her head with the knife. Her efforts to strike back weakened, her cries tapered, as her eyes rolled up into her head and her blood poured out onto the floor. Soon, her talons clawed weakly at the empty air only out of reflex, and then not at all.

Panting hard, Sam threw aside the head and went for another one.

Deanne made her way around the east side of the room and eventually found herself finished. She turned to see how Sammy was coming along. The song she'd been singing jauntily died in her throat. His chest and the front of his pants were covered in blood. There were deep grooves cut into his arms and chest from the talons of the sirens that fought back. Deanne instantly regretted that she hadn't let him use the sword. It was cleaner, and kept one at arm's length while killing the prey.

It should be her slashed all to hell, not Sammy. Not her little brother. It was her job to keep him safe.

Sam stood over a dead siren with her severed head still clutched by the hair in one hand and the bloody knife in the other. The jagged ends of her skin dripped blood on the floor, plop... plop... plop... the sound shouldn't have seemed so loud in the room, not with one last siren screaming in fear. But Deanne could hear it clearly. Sam panted angrily and his arms shook.

"Sammy? Hey, Sammy..." Deanne came over to him, her tone soothing. "Put that down, okay?"

He gave a look to each hand and dropped the head, figuring that was the object his sister wanted him to release. The wet plop sent shivers up and down Deanne's spine. She'd never seen Sam like this. "It couldn't be the knife you wanted me to drop," he said, his voice raspy and low. "There's one left."

The frightened siren cowered against a wall with her hands shielding her face.

"You're right, Sammy. But give me the knife. Okay? You did a good job. I'll get the last one."

"No." Sam lifted the knife to look at the blade. Blood ran slowly down the sharp side, over the handle and Sam's fingers. "She pretended she loved me, Deanne. Jessica pretended to love me." He looked at his sister with tears brimming in his eyes. "How could someone do that? What kind of monster is able to do that?"

"That's why we're killin' 'em, Sammy. To keep them from doing more evil the way they did it to you. Okay?" Deanne looked around, picked up a discarded piece of Sam's shirt, and covered her hand with it. Then she gently took the knife from Sam, saying, "Come on, you're hurt." He held onto it for a short few seconds, but then let it go with a grunt. Deanne wrapped the fabric around the bloody handle and tried to clean it off as best she could. "Hold tight for a sec."

Deanne hated to put a bloody knife in a sheath. The sheath was fur-lined; it would be ruined. She picked up more pieces of Sam's shirt and wrapped the knife in them before putting it back. Then she advanced on the last siren.

"Mercy! Mercy!" the siren begged. Her body quaked with terror.

Deanne's lips curled back into a sneer. "Like the mercy you whores showed my brother? Uh, uh huh, sure, yeah," she said in a sarcastic tone. "Duh, my name's Deanne Winchester, and I are stupid. I'm going to let the siren go after she tried to kill Sammy. Duuuuuh. You think I'm an idiot? Is this a blonde thing?" While the siren uttered a last scream of protest, Deanne swung back and then sliced off her head. "You're the stupid one, you cunt." And she spit on the creature's body.

Sam didn't move at first, just stared at the floor. Coming back over to him, Deanne said, "Piece of cake," and patted his shoulder. Then she picked up a blanket that had been laid across a nearby couch and wrapped it around Sam. "Hey look, siren spawning couch. It's a lot more comfortable than a nest, I guess," Deanne tried to joke, but Sam was unresponsive. She rubbed his shoulders through the blanket. "Come with me," she urged, and walked him to the door.

Deanne took him to the Impala. Sam almost began to cry at the sight of it; he hadn't ridden in that car for years. How he longed for something familiar in the face of having everything he loved ripped from his arms in one night... Jessica was dead. Oh God, Jessica was dead! Sam's entire body went numb.

After laying a blanket across the passenger's spot in the front seat, Deanne took Sam by the shoulders and eased him toward the car.

"I can do it myself!" he suddenly snapped. Pouting like a petulant child, Sam got into the car, hugging the blanket around himself.

"You stay right here and wait for me, okay? I'll be right back." Deanne stopped to lovingly run a hand through Sam's hair. "It'll be alright, Sammy." Then she shut the door.

Sam heard her rooting around in the trunk before seeing her run back to the warehouse with a red can of gasoline in her hand. Of course. They had to cover up the true species of the creatures they'd just killed as best they could; the authorities couldn't handle it.

While Deanne poured gas over the body of each siren, telling them to, "Soak it up," someone watched her from the office of the warehouse. Someone who looked just like Jessica.

"Goddamn Winchesters," she whispered angrily, and snuck out of the building.

Deanne made a trail of gas to the door. She lit a match and tossed it in, hanging around long enough to hear and see the gas light. Whoosh! Deanne grinned and bounced on her heels. "I love that noise," she said, and headed for the car.

The warehouse was just beginning to blaze when they drove off into the night.

Sam said nothing for a while. It scared his sister, how much he wasn't talking. She eventually said, "You still with me over there?"

He scoffed and raised his hand, wiggling it back and forth to indicate that he was so-so.

Deanne laughed softly. "First thing we do when we get back to the hotel is dress your wounds. You should have defended yourself from those talons, Sammy. The knife would have worked for - "

"Why did you come here, Deanne? How did you know I was in that building?" he asked. Sam's voice was drained of most of its usual righteous indignation and emotion. "How did you know I was in trouble?"

She reached over and messed with his hair, leaving her hand there to stroke his head like a mother would do with a small child. "I'll explain everything back at the hotel. Just know that no one messes with my Sammy. Okay? No one." She pulled him over to lean on her shoulder and kissed his head. Although his sister hadn't taken care of him for quite some time, they fell right back into their old patterns, and he readily accepted the comfort she offered. "I'll kill anyone who tries."

that's my soul up there

There's a Little Black Spot on the Sun Today (c) 2008 Demented Stuff
Supernatural is (c) 2005 Kripke Enterprises, Wonderland, & Warner Brothers/The CW Television.
"King of Pain" (c) 1983 The Police, A&M Records
"My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)" (c) 1992 En Vogue
"I Love It Loud" (c) 1982 Kiss