Summary: Dean wakes up a cougar. Sam has a mind-blowing experience.
A/N: I was challenged to write something M. Frankly if anyone were to film anything like this, I wouldn't watch it. I'm way too much of a prude. ;)
American Honey by frostygossamer
Part 1: The Cougar
"Fifteen freakin' ghosts", Sam swore. "Fifteen! It's taken almost one whole month to track down every last one of that demented forest ranger's victims and lay their freakin' asses for good. God, I hope we got all of them!".
"Sure we got all of them", Dean replied wearily. "No more weird cases of people possessed by wolves, kids talking like parrots, trees whispering names, food turning into maggots, forsets running with blood, frog rain, yada yada. That's one job that is totally done. I mean totally, bro".
Dean parked the Impala in front of one of those rail-car diners. They were due some R&R and that started with food.
Sam and Dean walked into the diner. It was empty apart from a middle-aged lady behind the counter and a guy manning the kitchen. Actually, no, one more, the stunningly fine-looking cougar at the far end of the counter.
She had gorgeous long blond hair and was wearing a very chic leopard-skin print skirt-suit which really showed off her figure. A pair of long legs and matching designer high-heels completed the outfit.
Dean's eyes lit up as he swung himself onto the stool next to her. Sam frowned.
"Hi, honey", he said. "Pinch me".
The babe gave him a look.
"'Cos you're so darn beautiful I must be dreaming", he continued cornily.
She leaned past him to catch Sam's eye.
"This guy always so unoriginal?", she asked. Sam sighed.
And to Dean's amazement she slipped off her stool and slid up beside Sam.
"Name's Deborah", she breathed. "What's yours, handsome?"
"Err, 'Sam'", Sam replied bemused. Dean looked a little put out.
"Haven't seen you in here before, Sam", Deborah continued.
"No. We're just passing through", he explained.
She spread her fingers over Sam's hand on the counter.
"Doing anything tonight?", she asked leadingly.
"Well, I dunno", Sam replied, nervously glancing at Dean. Dean pretended not to notice.
Deborah's eyes flashed from Sam's face to Dean and back again.
She stood up. "Maybe I'll run into you later, Sam", she promised and swanned out of the diner.
"You're well in there, Sammy boy", Dean laughed.
Sam huffed, "Oh sure".
('o')
Next morning Sam woke up early. Turning over onto his back he looked across at Dean's bed. It was empty. Faint noises in the bathroom indicated his brother's whereabouts.
After a few minutes the bathroom door opened and Dean appeared in the doorway dressed only in his boxers. He leaned on the doorpost winsomely and sighed.
Sam couldn't help but notice, once again, that he looked kinda hot like that.
"Something very weird has happened, Sam", Dean said croakily.
"What is it?", Sam asked, sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes. "What's wrong, Dean?".
Dean walked over to Sam's bed and sat down.
"That's just it", he whispered. "I'm not Dean!".
"What do you mean you're not Dean?", Sam asked dozily.
"I mean I went to sleep last night in my own apartment and I woke up here. At first I didn't know where I was, but I felt sort of odd so I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, and there I was. Like this. A man!".
Sam looked puzzled, "Who are you then, if you're not Dean?".
"I'm Deborah, Deborah Dane", she said. "I met you yesterday at the diner. How the hell did this happen, Sam?".
"This isn't some kind of wind-up, is it?", Sam asked suspiciously.
Deborah looked at him, Dean's eyes brimming with tears. Oh no, this certainly wasn't Dean!
"Don't worry", Sam said, jumping out of bed. "I'll find Dean and we'll sort this out. It's gonna be OK".
Sam began hastily throwing on his clothes.
"Gimme your address, Deborah", he said. "I'm gonna drive over and pick up Dean, then we can work out how to put things right. You wait here".
And so saying he grabbed Dean's keys and headed out to the Impala.
When he had gone, Deborah found some jeans and a shirt and popped into the cafe adjoining the motel. She ordered a black coffee to go and, as an afterthought, swiped a jar of honey from the condiments trolley. Then she went back to the room and patiently waited for Sam to return.
('o')
She didn't have long to wait. A few minutes later Sam came back alone.
"He wasn't there", he said. "I've gotta hope he'll find his own way back here".
"In the meantime what can we do?", he asked himself.
Deborah smiled at him, Dean's green eyes shining through his long lashes.
"I know something we can do to pass the time, Sam sweetie", she purred, moving up close to him. She put Dean's hands on his shoulders and leaned in to him.
Sam squirmed in embarrassment.
"Oh Sam", Deborah cooed, making Dean's voice seem unusually low and sexy. "Don't tell me that you've never thought about it. I saw the way you looked at your friend Dean yesterday. He won't play, right? Well, that's OK. I'll play, if you want to. We can have some fun, if you want it. Dean doesn't need ever know".
Sam drew in a long breath. "Oh God", he thought. "Talk about a once in a lifetime opportunity. Dean would kill me. But it might just be worth it".
Deborah walked over to Sam's bed, pulling Dean's clothes off as she went, and stretched out on the comforter. "Come and get me, big boy", she whispered through Dean's lips.
"Call me Sammy", Sam begged, as his heart gave in to temptation.
Sam put his conscience to one side, tore off his clothes and joined Deborah on the bed. He pressed his eager lips to Dean's neck. Laughing, Deborah cupped his ass and squeezed playfully.
"Sammy", she whispered in his ear.
Sam ran his fingers up Dean's spine and curled them into his hair. Reaching for the honey she had hidden in the bedside table, Deborah dribbled it onto Dean's pecs, burnishing his erect nipples. Sam licked the syrupy gold from Dean's skin like a starving man, as Deborah wound Dean's fingers in his tangled hair.
"Oh, Sammy, Sammy", she murmured throatily.
She spread Dean's fingers over Sam's stomach and pleasured his nipple with Dean's tongue. Sam arched his spine in response to her exquisite stimulation. She pulled him down towards Dean's body and kissed his mouth with even greater heat, Dean's tongue toying with his. She grasped his waist and rolled him onto his back. Reaching for the honey again she drizzled it liberally on Sam's groin. It felt cold and filthy.
"You're gonna love this, Sammy", she hissed.
Then she took Sam's sweet and sticky manhood into Dean's mouth and played with it cruelly, until he could stand it no more. Deborah rolled onto Dean's stomach and Sam clung to his form, desperate with passion. Hardly able to breathe he kissed the nape of Dean's neck, softly like a butterfly's touch. Deborah thrilled head to toe, ripples of desire running through Dean's body.
"Take me, Sammy, take me, baby", she gasped.
She raised Dean's ass, pushing provocatively against Sam's manhood. Sam entered Dean's body like a freight train entering a mountain tunnel.
"Dean!", he sobbed. "Oh God, Dean".
When they were both totally spent, Sam and Deborah broke apart panting.
"You love him, right?", Deborah asked, smiling.
"Way too much", Sam grinned.
('o')
Some time earlier Dean had woken up in a strange bed. That of itself wasn't so strange.
The room was out of focus. "What the hell was I drinking last night", he thought.
After a few minutes he sat up, rubbing his face. Something felt odd about his chest. He lifted the covers and looked down.
"O-oh", he thought. "Something kinda screwy going on here".
He felt his front with both hands. "Yeah, that's what I thought... Sweater Puppies!".
He jumped out of bed. He was wearing a figure hugging dark blue silk nightgown and the figure it was hugging was pretty damn hot. Freak-y!.
He looked round for a mirror. There was a full length one on the wall by the door. He peered into it myopically. Quite a babe. And, yes, he knew her. That Deborah chick from yesterday at the diner. How the hell...?
Then he noticed a contacts case on the nightstand. Great, now he could see. And as he was here anyway he took a few minutes to slip off the nightdress and examine the goods: gorgeous mane of silky golden hair, great breasts, toned arms, lovely hands (nice manicure), flat belly, pert ass, legs up to the neck, petite feet, everything correct underneath (best to be sure). Hell, what a box of toys to play with!
Dean found it an effort to pull his mind back to the problem in hand. "Gotta go find Sam", he thought.
He searched around for some decent clothes and, discarding some very interesting frillies, found a pair of jeans, a baggy T, some sneakers and a plain denim jacket, then headed outside.
He didn't recognise the neighbourhood, so he walked along the sidewalk keeping one eye open for a cab. Then he found himself in front of a gym. A ladies' gym. To his credit he hesitated a moment before going in.
The changing room was full of shapely lovelies in various states of undress. Dean took a towel from the pile and tried to look nonchalant as he selected a great vantage point on the room. Girls in a girl-only setting can be sweetly unselfconscious about their nakedness.
Dean slowly removed Deborah's clothes, whilst looking at no one in particular but everyone a little, and wrapped the fluffy towel around Deborah's waist, as he usually wore it. He rested Deborah's hands on her hips and looked around.
A couple of girls looked at him and giggled. He didn t know they were saying, "Sister, we think you re a little too proud of that new boob job". One skinny girl wrapped her towel tighter around her chest self-consciously and Dean realised he'd better pull his up over Deborah's chest.
Women came and went from the room, but after a while he realised he must look suspicious hanging around. Then he noticed they had a sauna. Great!
Now, sauna stalking was low even for Dean but this was kinda unusual circumstances, and an opportunity like this didn't come along very often.
Dean slipped into the sauna room behind a striking redhead and, removing his towel, sat on an empty bench where he could get a good view.
It was like the bathhouse of a sultan's harem in there. Through curtains of steam, Dean glimpsed a jumble of bouncing cantaloupe bosoms, captivating curves, gorgeously plump tooshes and sexy legs.
God, he felt horny, Deborah's face began to flush pink with perspiration and excitement. Thank God it was easier to hide than when he was a guy.
He lasted about fifteen minutes before he was asked to leave, escorted to the changing rooms by a burly instructress with a moustache. Two ladies had made a complaint. Probably lesbians. Oh no, that wouldn't work. Obviously homophobes!
Out on the sidewalk again, "Where was I?", he thought. "Oh yeah, go find Sam".
('o')
Dean stood outside their motel room door for a moment, feeling in his pocket absently for the non-existent room key he didn't have. He wondered how he was gonna explain things to his brother.
He knocked on the door and Sam opened it immediately.
Dean opened his mouth to explain. "Yeah, yeah, we know about it, Dean. Come on in", Sam cut in.
"You know Deborah, right?", he said, indicating the person sitting at the table eating Chinese take-out from the carton. It was himself. We-ird!
"Yeah, sure", Dean replied, trying to look unfazed.
"We were just, err, hanging out, waiting for you to turn up", Sam said. "Where the hell have you been?".
"It's a long story, bro", Dean replied. He sniffed. "What's that sweet smell?".
"N-nothing. My after-shave maybe", Sam stammered awkwardly.
Dean gave him a questioning look. "Kinda girly for after-shave", he thought.
"Have some Dim Sum", Deborah interrupted. "There's plenty".
Dean didn't need to be offered food twice, and he laid into the take-out enthusiastically.
"Any ideas about this... this body swap thing, Sam?", he asked with Deborah's mouth full of noodles. "Spell? Curse? Hex?".
"Haven't come up with anything new, Dean", Sam replied. "Can only think that we missed one of the suckers the mad ranger off'd".
"OK, I guess we can go back and have another look around. See who we missed", Dean agreed. "You better come along, Debs".
Deborah nodded. Where the hell else was she going like this?
"First I gotta hit the head", Dean said, somewhat unladylike, and headed for the bathroom.
When he was gone Deborah stood up and walked over to Sam.
"Dean called you 'bro'?", she asked quietly.
"'Cos he's my brother", Sam admitted shamefaced.
"Poor baby. You are all fucked up", she said, kissing his temple.
('o')
They went out to the car and Dean got into the driver's seat. It didn't fit. "Freakin' Charlize legs", Dean complained, fiddling with the seat adjustment, while Deborah got into the back seat.
"I got the same problem", Sam laughed.
Dean ignored him, releasing the brake and driving off.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Sam thought how strange it was to see a woman driving the Impala while 'Dean' sat in the back. Dean's baby had never been driven by a woman before.
After a couple of hours they were back in Ranger-town. They went into the town library were they had done their research last time. Sam schmoozed the lady librarian to find out if she had any new weird happenings to impart. He drew a blank. Back in the stacks Dean and Deborah, or was it Deborah and Dean, were having no luck either.
They gave up. It was getting late. They'd have to try again tomorrow. They drove to the nearest motel. Dean insisted in getting two rooms. One for him and Deborah. He wanted to keep an eye on his body. Sam could have the other one.
('o')
Once in their room, Deborah went and lay on the bed nearest the bathroom, Sam's bed ordinarily. Dean went and sat on the other bed facing her.
"Well, Debs", he said. "This body swap business. Guess your feelin' kinda upset by all this weirdness".
Deborah smiled sweetly. "It's pretty weird. But you're gonna sort it all out, right? I trust you two. You seem to know about stuff. I expect it'll be fine".
"It must feel pretty strange for you, trapped in my body", he continued. "I suppose your feeling kinda antsy. It's not what you're used to".
"Oh, it's OK", Dean", she said. "You have a pretty nice body. But I'm sure you knew that".
Dean grinned and shifted to sit on the side of her bed.
"Yours is pretty neat too, Debs. Maybe we should swap notes?", he wheedled.
Deborah sat up. Their faces were only inches apart. Dean's green eyes stared into Deborah's blue ones for several seconds.
Deborah exhaled. "I know what you're thinking, Dean, and it's not gonna happen".
"Well, I don't know. I'm you and you're me. It would it just be like pleasuring yourself, right? Don't tell me you've never done that".
"Dean", she replied firmly. "You're not gonna get anywhere like this".
"You're not curious?", he asked.
"And you are?", she retorted. "OK, let's try it".
And then she kissed him, full on the mouth, forcing her tongue, his tongue, deep into his mouth, her mouth. God that was disturbing!
When they separated Dean looked kinda cross-eyed.
"There", she said. "I didn't think so. You're not my type, lady". And she turned over and feigned sleep.
Dean got up and went out. Somehow he felt like his panties were in a bunch.
TBC
A/N: Further sex and nudity in part 2, and the violence. Plus angst and H/C. Please read on.