Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN SUPERNATURAL OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS, BUT I WISHED I OWN DEAN.
TMI: Leave plenty of reviews, especially if you love Dean. Sam doesn't actually turn into a girl so don't worry- yet. This is the first chapter, I'll try updating soon.
SAM IS A GIRL?!.
"You think they are in there?" Sam asked, looking worriedly at the dark building, surrounded by dark, twisted trees.
"Yeah", Dean said, "Where else would they be? These old girls are not into having fun." he laughed mischievously, as he stopped the car, a few feet away from the house. "They are just some old dried-up prunes".
Dean got out of the car and went to the back; he opened the trunk and started taking out various weapons. Sam helped him take out the items they would need to hunt down the five witches they were looking for.
"Well Sammy, let's go case the joint. Maybe one of the old birds will actually go out with you." Dean said, he smiled to show he was just joking and set off for the house, Sam following him.
Dean tried the door, it was already opened. He turned to look at Sam with a worried expression; Sam nodded towards the house and placed a finger on his lips. They moved into the house carefully, trying to be quiet. They could feel the tension in the house. Something must be hiding in there.
"You think maybe they are having a party in the parlor? And we weren't invited?" Dean whispered to Sam.
Sam glared daggers at him. "Oh, you want me to be quiet", Dean said, smiling at Sam's furious look. However he did stop speaking and concentrated on walking quietly.
They searched quietly through several rooms, but came up empty.
"Maybe they got bore and left. I mean it only took forever for us to search a quarter of this house." Dean said.
"Dean, will you shut up already. We are supposed to be searching quietly, not announcing our presence." Sam hissed.
"Oh, Sammy, Sammy, why can't you just enjoy life?" Dean asked, shaking his head and making disappointed little sounds.
Sam gave a sigh and set off for the next door. He opened it angrily and came face to face or faces of several old ladies. Dean came up behind him and laughed out loud, "See and you were telling me to be quiet", Dean said, and murmured under his breath, "Idiot."
"Hey, I heard that. Jerk." Sam said.
"Well, you old birds, don't worry, we haven't forgotten about you guys. Ok, which one of you witches wants to go out with Sammy? Naw, I'm just joking. Now, raise your hands and get ready to give up the ghost."
One of the witches, the oldest and ugliest of the five, flew toward Sam, knocking him backwards into Dean, who stumbled but managed to regain his balance.