Author's Note: Hello my lovely people. I know, I haven't written for like two days, and already another story? Yay me.

Enjoy :)

-LetMeBeYourHero

"Its not over, Dean Winchester."

"Who are you?" Dean barked, gripping tightly to that little demon-slaying knife. He jumped around constantly, looked behind him, all around, but could only see the tall, dark trees that loomed over him. He was breathing rapidly, as if he had just run a marathon, but all he could remember was searching for that disembodied voice.

"Don't you remember?" The voice laughed. It was definitely female, though that didn't really narrow down his list of possible suspects. As he searched through all the possible girls he knew that were dead or had the potential to be haunting him, she said, "Aw, I thought we really had something."

"Trust me sweetheart, you wouldn't be the first girl to think that," Dean smiled hesitantly.

"But I'm sure I made a real impression."

He felt a pinching sensation on his neck, and he winced, lifting a hand up. He brought it back down, and his jaw set to see blood. He placed his hand back over the wound, feeling two distinct holes where the blood was coming from.

When was I bitten there? He thought hard, and his eyes widened.

Diner. Oregon.

"Eve."

"So you do remember! Then you remember how rudely you took me down? I was only having a little fun."

"What do you want, you evil bitch?!" Dean yelled, looking around a little less hopefully. He couldn't kill her again with the toothpick in his hand, and he hadn't exactly filled up on Phoenix ash recently. Nonetheless, he added fearlessly, "Come out and face the heat!"

"I want revenge," she whispered, and he swore it was like she was right next to him, talking straight into his ear.

He jumped. "And how exactly do you plan to get it? Last I checked you were snuggled up back in sweet old purgatory."

Dean was bluffing. He had no idea what had happened to Eve after that night. Frankly, he had thought she slithered back into her hole, or that Castiel had put her there back when he released all the other souls. But knowing she was back and kicking, it didn't exactly sit right in his stomach.

"I may be locked up still, talking to you through dreams..." she sighed.

Dean let out a sigh of relief. Just a dream.

"...but a lot of my children are still out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to...pounce." She cackled, and the sound made Dean grip his knife harder.

"None of them can really hurt us. We've already ganked your Alphas. The others are just countryside picnics compared to them." He laughed slowly, spreading his arms out. "What's the worst you can possibly throw at us?"

There was silence for a moment, then Eve replied, "You hunters are so...naive sometimes." Dean frowned. That can't be good. "Do you actually think I'd only make one Alpha of my babies, and give you the ability to end a race just like that?" She laughed again. "That's adorable."

Dean swallowed hard. "So what, you're going to set them all on us? We'll be ready sister." He wasn't so much saying it as a threat but more as a reassurance to himself. Taking down one Alpha was no skip down the yellow brick road, and practically asking for who knows how many on your ass? That's like asking for suicide.

"Oh I'm not going to let them get killed. Unlike a lot of other now dead idiots, I don't underestimate you and your brother, especially now that you have that pesky angel back to craddle you two." Dean could feel her smiling through the darkness, and it set him on edge moreso than he already was. "Instead, I'm going to take what is so precious to you. Something you overlook so much." Eve laughed. "It will be very fun to watch you cope, Dean Winchester. Say hi to Sam and dear old Castiel for me please."

And that is when Dean woke up.

Dean stood in front of the sink, washing his face with cold water, squeezing his eyes tightly at the thought of Eve.

What did she do?

He tried to think about what was so important to him, Dean Winchester, but nothing came to mind that he would "overlook". The more he thought about it, the more it creeped him out. Sure, he felt a little different, but that could also be from the fact he hadn't had a drink in seven hours.

Dean decided it was best to just forget about the dream and he walked to the fridge and pulled out a beer. He grinned to himself as he popped the top off, and just as the glass rim touched his lips, he heard a gun being cocked behind him. More specifically, it was Sam's gun. He could tell by the little extra click he always heard from that thing whenever they were fighting, or when Sam would nervously mess with it.

"Who are you?" Sam said behind him, his morning voice sounding rough, and Dean furrowed his eyebrows, turning around to face him. His brother looked angry, his eyebrows pushed together and his arms stiff, holding the gun up, pointing straight at Dean's forehead just two feet away, and still dressed in pajamas.

"Who do you think I am?" Dean asked, but it wasn't him that asked it. But it was. Yet, instead of hearing his gruff, manly, tired morning voice, he sounded...actually squeaky. "What the hell..."

"As I said: Who. Are. You." Sam growled, evidently pissed from being woken up. He glanced back at the other motel bed where Dean had been sleeping. "And what did you do with my brother?"

"Look Sammy, it's me. It's Dean." He said forcefully, but this time he was sure the voice was not his. But he was producing those words, he was the one saying it. "I don't know what happened, but we can sit down and figure this out without sticking guns in people's faces, alright?"

Sam smirked humorlessly. "Right, and Dean magically transformed from my brother to my sister."

Dean looked at him weirdly. "Sister? We don't have a sister, genius."

Sam frowned, his jaw stiffening, and made a quick motion with his gun, and then Dean was on the floor, out cold.

Dean woke up in the hotel room, but it was dark, and he was tied to a chair. He frowned and attempted to wriggle free, but then a light snapped on. He blinked and his eyes adjusted quickly to see Sam leaning against the bathroom doorframe, staring intently at him.

"Sammy, what the hell am I doing in this chair?" He yelled, though it was high pitched and not all that forceful. He looked down and recognized the familiar symbol on the floor, causing him to grind his teeth together and spit out, "A devil's trap? Really Sam? You think I'm some demon?!"

Sam walked over, and Dean got a faceful of water. He assumed holy water. And a quick taste determined the salt mixed in with it.

"Can the make-believe be over now? Let me go!" Dean jumped around, but the chair was bolted, and he was tied fairly tight. "Sam! What the hell is going on!"

"You tell me," he said calmly, his face blank. "What are you? Where's Dean?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Goddammit, Sammy, I am Dean!"

Sam shifted uncomfortably and walked into the bathroom, pulling out a small mirror in front of Dean's face, making his eyes widened. Instead of seeing his handsome self staring back, there was mousy brown, curly hair, red lips, a slightly pointed nose, long black lashes, and ivory smooth skin.

"I'm...a girl?!" Dean roared.

"Now that we are on the same page, you can tell me where my brother is, and we can promise you a less painful death." Sam smiled dryly, crossing his arms.

"Sammy, you have to listen to me, it was Eve. I-I had a dream, and she said she was going to send out an Alpha and take something away from me as revenge...something I...overlook..." Dean looked back in the mirror, and realized how much he did overlook his manhood. Where he could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. He felt a heavy weight pull on his chest, but looking down, he assumed it was his newly prominent bosom.

"Eve is back in purgatory. Nice try though." Sam walked away and over to the table. Dean's eyes widened even more. He knew what toys were on that table, and he started to panic.

"Sammy! Sammy its me, I swear to God! I...I drive a '67 Impala, my baby. You...uh...you gave me a necklace for Christmas once that you meant for dad, and it turned out to be some device to locate God, but I threw it away because I thought God didn't care anymore. I mean I'm still pretty hazy...but that's not the point! I've been to hell and heaven and...and..."

"And you're just pissing me off," Sam muttered, stalking over with a butcher knife that he gripped with white knuckles. He said through clenched teeth, "Start talking."

"Sammy...this isn't you man..." Dean frowned, sizing up his brother.

Sam raised the knife, and Dean closed his eyes tightly, and said one quick prayer, praying harder than he ever had in his life...

...and then there was that familiar fluttering of wings.

"You called," Cas said gruffly.

Sam turned to face him, completely off guard. "...excuse me?"

"You prayed for me, and here I am." He stated, moving forwards and keeping eyes locked with Sam, who knitted his eyebrows in confusion.

"No I didn't."

"I did," Dean said, relieved. "I have never been happier to see you Cas."

The angel gave him a puzzling look, "I don't know you. How did you know how to summon me?"

"C'mon, it's not exactly that hard. Praying for an angel? That's a little cheesy, don't you think? Besides, I'm Dean! I call you up all the time,"

Dean beamed, looking between Sam and Cas and finally resting his gaze on his brother. "Do you believe me now?"

Sam rubbed his temple and glanced at Cas, "Do you mind looking into her? See if she's lying or not?"

Cas nodded and stared at Dean hard, making him shift in his seat and look away. Castiel blinked and stated, "I don't know how, but that is Dean."

"Finally! Now untie me, I have a beer to finish."

Dean finished his beverage and smiled triumphantly. "That tastes so much better, I can't even begin to tell you."

"Females are supposed to be better intuned with their senses, so you are probably tasting more of the beer now then when you were a man." Cas said matter-of-factly.

"So wait, Eve did this to you?" Sam asked, still trying to figure it out.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yea, yea, she set an Alpha on me, and took away my man stuff!"

"I've never heard of an Alpha that can switch genders..." Sam muttered.

"It has happened before." Cas said, never taking his eyes off Dean. "It is rare, but the Alpha shapeshifter has the ability to change others without changing them to shifters. Only the Alpha can do it."

"And how exactly do you know this?" Dean asked him, eyebrow raised.

Cas squinted at him, making heat rise to Dean's face, and he replied, "I've read all of Bobby's books. One of them mentioned something."

"Well fantastic. Did it say how to change back?" Sam asked very tiredly.

"Not exactly."

Dean frowned. "What do you mean exactly?"

"You need to make an Alpha shapeshifter change you back within seventy two hours."

"Or what? I'm stuck with lady parts?"

"You'll be stuck with more than just the female anatomy, but yes."

Dean sighed. "Awesome. Where do we start looking?"

Sam rubbed his chin and looked at Cas, "Changing Dean...would it be a hard process for the Alpha?"

"I don't know about the process, but it would require a lot of energy." He replied slowly. "Which means it would-"

"Have to settle down." Sam said, a lightbulb practically glowing over his head. "And once it regains energy, it's going to want to start to repopulate, like that last Alpha did." He stood abruptly. "I'm going to do some research, make a few calls, see if I can find anything remotely close to something like that." And with that, he left.

Dean shrugged and stood, walking over to the fridge, pulling out a foil-wrapped, half eaten burger from the night before. He unwrapped it and took a bite, his smile widening with each chew.

"What is it about cooked beef that makes you so happy?" Cas asked, his eyes studying Dean's expressions as he quickly finished off the rest of the sandwich. "Jimmy Novak had a taste for it as well...I remember." He stiffened and looked away, remembering a time he really wanted to forget.

"It's just so...juicy." Dean licked his lips, thinking about another burger. He felt like he hadn't eaten for a month. "It's like having a little slice of heaven."

"But that's impossible. Heaven isn't a physical thing, it's a-"

Dean held up a finger. "Cas. Don't ruin this for me."

The angel stopped talking.

Dean turned on the motel TV, and found some good old Casa Erotica. He smiled to himself and leaned against the wall on the bed. Castiel stayed seated at the table; he remembered his last experience with porn, and though he oddly enjoyed it, it was a feeling he wasn't too keen on bringing back up.

Dean watched it, but found it boring. Boring. He frowned, waiting for the response he was used to, and then his jaw set.

"Dammit!" He groaned, hitting the back of his head against the wall.

"What is it?" Cas asked, mildly concerned.

"I guess with my body goes the feeling of chicks turning me on." He sighed, shutting the TV off.

Cas narrowed his eyes. "I don't understand."

Dean practically glared at him. "I'm not attracted to women because I am a woman."

The angel stood, slowly walking over. "But the shapeshifter should only be able to change your physical appearance, not your attraction or repulsion to certain things."

"Well...apparently this one can!"

"Maybe I was mistaken...perhaps this isn't what I thought it was."

"Cas, when have you been wrong before?"

"There have actually been a few times-"

"It was a rhetorical question!"

There was a pause, and Cas said quietly, "I'm sorry Dean. I didn't mean to upset you."

Dean sighed, shaking his head. "No, it's fine. I'm just...really frustrated, that's all."

"Maybe your feminine tendencies to have rapidly changing emotions are coming into play? Or the fact that you over analyze and make things worse?" Cas suggested.

Dean looked up at him, and he stood, staring at him intensely. "...Are you sexist, Cas?"

Cas stiffened. "I don't believe I understand-"

"Cut the crap, Cas! It's a simple question!"

"...No, I don't think so." The angel stared back at Dean, and he disappeared.

"You son of a bitch." Dean muttered, kicking the bed.

Sam walked back inside, "Alright I have good news..." He looked up and stopped. "Uh...where's Cas?"

"The little bastard skipped town. Good riddance!" Dean yelled at the ceiling.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"

"I was talking to him, and it turns out, Cas is sexist."

Sam snorted. "Seriously?"

"Seriously! Who would've thought!" Dean huffed. "I must've triggered his true emotions or something."

There was a pause. "Maybe it's not that Cas is sexist..." Sam chuckled to himself.

"What then? What's so funny?"

"Well I was just thinking..." Sam looked at him up and down. "I mean, if you weren't my brother, I'd say you were a pretty hot chic."

"Whoa, dude, gross. Just, just stop, right now." Dean shook his head, squeezing his eyes tightly shut.

"I'm just saying! I mean, remember Cas and the porn? He doesn't exactly know how to deal with sexual situations." Sam grinned.

"Are you saying he...and me..." Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. "Shut up asshat. What's your good news?"

Sam had to gain his composure before replying, "There are signs of a few mysterious recent parent murders two states over, so if we haul ass, we can be there by late tonight."

"Alright, sounds like progress. How long did Cas say we have?"

"He said seventy two hours, but that was about five hours after you changed..."

"So the clock's ticking! Let's go before I end up your hot older sister for the rest of my life!"