Hello! Well, I'm tackling yet another very, very overused concept. I hope I can at least make it entertaining even though this idea is pretty much a dime a dozen.

But still, I have two words for you.

Why not?

So here you go! I tried to make it a little more well-written than other fics I've read like this, and a little different premise.

No idea where it's going as of now! Please review :)

On with the story!

January 1989

Alexandria, Minnesota

Two boys, both bundled in thick, snow-dusted clothing, stumbled into the nearest little candy and malt shop in this tiny little town. Snow was falling heavily outside, just shy of being a full-blown blizzard.

The littlest boy, who looked around six, had ruddy cheeks and a reddened nose, snowflakes perched in his dark hair. He stumbled into the store as he tugged hard on the older boy's gloved hand, pulling him further into the heated store as the little bell tinkled.

"We found the best place to hide out in for the storm, huh Dean?" The little boy asked, looking around with eyes alight at all the colorful candies in the cleear containers; gummy bears, M & M's, chocolates and lollipops shone to Sam like gold.

"Sure, Sammy." Ten-year-old Dean scoffed, looking around and digging his cold hands deep into his pockets, not only to warm them but to try and check if they even had any money. They'd been pretty short lately, especially after a particularly expensive hospital visit for John. He moved his gloves around, searching for anything. All he felt were a few coins, and not big enough to be quarters. They probably wouldn't be able to buy anything.

"How much we got?" Sam asked, licking his lips at one of the rainbow swirl lollipops. "Daddy never lets us have any of this stuff!" He giggled.

Dean frowned and instead chose to look around a little. Another pair of siblings were there as well, an older sister who looked around Dean's age, was also bundled up and holding her little sister's hand, who had a bright pink ski jacket on and had two little pigtails of white-blonde hair.

"Sorry. We don't have any money, my sister just wanted to look." The older girl explained to the older woman behind the counter, who smiled at how cute the little girl was.

"Oh, you two don't have to look. Have her pick anything she wants, on the house." The old lady smiled as the little girl's face lit up. "Oh, what a cutie. You two are so tough out here with this weather. When I was your age, I would never go outside if it was snowing this hard!" She chuckled to herself and began to unpack another cardboard box.

Sam had once again come up to Dean's side and had reached for his gloved hand. "Wow," He said in astonishment, watching as the little girl in pink waddled over and picked up a large lollipop. Sam frowned a little as Dean began dragging him to the door.

"C'mon, Sammy. Let's go somewhere else." Dean said gruffly. They didn't have money, and he didn't want to beg like a dog to get free things. He didn't need charity, and he certainly didn't need this woman's sympathy.

"Girls sure do get their way with stuff, huh?" Sam asked, burying his chin into his scarf, which still had a few little snowflakes sprinkled on top that hadn't melted yet. "And she said they were tough being in this weather. Nobody ever says that stuff to us. Gee, I wish we could be girls."

"Oh, don't say that." Dean huffed, frowning again. "We don't need handouts." He dragged his little brother outside again into the snow, they might as well start making their way back to the motel before it got dark.

"Maybe dad would be less tough on us if we were girls." Sam sniffed, sinking his nose deeper into his wooly scarf. "'Cuz everyone lets them cry 'n stuff. Daddy doesn't like it when I cry."

"Sorry, Sammy. Boys just gotta be the tough ones." Dean tugged him along as he stumbled along the snowbanks, snow spraying as they dragged their feet.

"Why?" Sam asked in his high-pitched voice, he rubbed his chilly nose a little.

"Just 'cus. That's the way it's gotta be." Dean grunted. "Pick up your feet, Sammy. At the rate you're going we'll get back to the motel tomorrow morning!"

...

Modern Day

Jackson, Wyoming

It's so fucking cold, Dean thought to himself as he shoved his face even further into the motel pillow, shivering. He couldn't remember being under this many covers and being this cold before. Dammit, had the heater shut off during the night or something?

"Sam-" Dean started, he was about to ask his brother to get up and turn the heater up for him, but his words died in his throat. His voice sounded weird. Really weird. Like he was five years old or something. He moved his legs around a little.

They didn't feel short and stubby like he'd been turned into a little kid, in this line of work he did have to check all the bases. He moved his leg again. It was the same length, just...slimmer. Maybe that was why he was so cold.

"Sam." He tried again, his voice somewhat high-pitched. He realized his voice wasn't high pitched like a little boy's, but instead like a...woman's.

He heard someone shuffling around in the bathroom, the water run and then shut off. "Dean...there's uh...something going on." Once again the voice sounded higher in pitch.

Dean rolled over onto his stomach, and he felt something smush to the flat surface that wasn't there before.

Ow.

"SAMMY, I HAVE FUCKING BOOBS!" Dean screamed, scrambling to stand up. His legs pushed against the covers until they finally came untangled, and he stared at them first. He had the same skin tone, but he didn't have the same bulky thigh muscles he was used to, and instead he was met with slim lines. They were still coated in dark blonde hairs, they were peeking out from the red plaid boxers that he was now swimming in.

"I'm so hairy!" Dean said again, and then looked down a little more.

His stomach didn't have his somewhat six pack, and instead he had just one shallow line down between his ribcage. He then saw his freaking boobs instead of a flat chest.

He couldn't resist. He grabbed them both and squeezed.

"OW! What the fuck?" Dean yelped. "These aren't just bags of fat! Sam, there's stuff in here!"

"They're called mammary glands, genius. You know, to actually serve their purpose?They're not just playthings for boys, Dean, despite what you've always believed." Sam poked his head out of the bathroom, he was frowning. Dean looked up at him and blinked in astonishment.

Sam was a girl too. He was wearing his tee that he'd gone to sleep in, and it was draped very loosely over his very tall frame. His legs were thin and long, and also very hairy with dark brown hairs. His neck was slender and his collarbones the kind that Dean would stare at for hours at the ladies he'd pick up. His dark brown hair was long and tangled up, and his face had only changed a little, a little more slender with higher cheekbones and more delicate eyebrows. He still had that little mole on the side of his cheek by his nose.

"What even is going on?" Dean asked, running his hands through his own hair and being surprised at how long it was. He felt how tangled it was and examined a dirty blonde strand. He yawned and stretched, clambering off the motel bed to join Sam in the bathroom.

Sam stared at himself in the mirror, and Dean then did the same. Dean was a lot shorter than Sam now, he guessed he was probably around five foot seven. Sam looked like he might have only lost one or two inches in height. Sam squished his cheeks together and looked at what happened when he let go in the mirror.

Dean looked at his own green eyes, which were now slightly larger and sitting under more girly eyebrows. His nose looked unchanged, but his lips were fuller. His body was still muscular but more curvy, he also had pretty collarbones and long, blondish hair that draped down almost to his boobs but not quite.

"Dude." He said, and the lips of the woman in the mirror moved too. He smiled, flashing his teeth that had remained unchanged. "I'm smokin'."

He squeezed his boobs again, his hands were more slender too, even though he still had the same ugly nails. "Ow. Okay, they're way less fun to play with than I've always imagined."

"Dude! Don't do that in front of me!" Sam saw what Dean was doing in the corner of his eye and crinkled up his nose. "Put a shirt on."

Dean crossed his arms, now much more slender as well, over his chest and saw the woman in the mirror do the same. "Man, that kinda sucks. What else is there to look forward to?"

Sam sighed and let his arms fall with a plop to his sides. "Dean, whatever you're thinking of saying, just don't."

"I thought I'd at least be able to have sex with a hot female version of myself. Maybe from like another dimension or something. I know we'd both be down." Dean said and Sam rolled his eyes and ran his palm down his face in irritation.

"Seriously?" He huffed.

Dean let his eyes trail down to his very baggy boxers, and instead of seeing his expectant morning wood or even a bulge he only saw complete flatness. "Hmm.." He hummed in thought, and Sam reddened immediately.

"That's it. You can't come in here again until you put a goddamn shirt on." He grabbed his brother's much slimmer shoulders and shoved him out, as Dean started chuckling like a madman.

"Hey, Sammy, we're girls! We might as well have some fun with it!" Dean chuckled, as Sam screwed up his face and shoved him out of the bathroom. Typical Sammy.

"Shut up. Call Cas down here or something. Or research, I don't know. Do something." Sam bunched up his long hairs in the mirror and continued staring ceaselessly into his new face.

Dean mumbled grumpily an imitation of Sam's 'do something' and pulled on his nearest cotton tee shirt. And instantly it was extremely uncomfortable with the cotton all damn pressed up to his chest. Why couldn't he just walk around topless? Fucking Sam and his prudeness.

He sat down on the edge of his bed, and clasped his thinner fingers together. That alone felt weird as hell. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, ignoring the stretch of fabric squeezing his chest and the strange absense of a dick and tried to pray.

"Hey, Cas." Dean started. He laughed a little about how different his voice sounded, and he imagined the angel's blue eyes flying wide like they did in the brothel, surprised as he heard a lady voice praying to him instead of the usual gruff manly voice.

"Well. If you can't tell by my voice, me 'n Sam are..uh, a little different. And I'd really like it if you got your feathery ass down here to help asap."

There was nothing but silence for a few seconds, and Sam finally dragged himself out of the bathroom and collapsed facefirst onto the mattress. "Why do these things always happen to us?" He groaned into the covers.

"Cas. Seriously, please get down here." Dean once again, a little irritation leaking into his voice. He finally heard a rustling of feathers and he whipped his head to the source of the noise.

The angel looked to Dean and his eyes widened and his breath caught a little in his throat. He stood completely still and awkwardly, not even moving a muscle but his eyes and they swept from his head to toes.

"Dean?" Cas stammered, squinting at the woman who was staring at him sitting on the edge of his bed. He finally took a hesitant step forward as Dean sighed and frowned a little.

"So? Any idea what happened to us?" Dean huffed, his shrugging and having his hands land with a faint smack onto his thighs. "Whoa. Jiggly."

The angel came forward, and yet was clearly trying to keep a lot of distance between them. "A backlog and a very naïve angel." He answered certainly.

Dean drew his eyebrows together. "What the hell are you talking about?" He barked out, which sounded a little weird to his ears.

"Well, as you know, heaven has been quite.." The angel's eyes flicked down to Dean's lips and then back, and he looked pretty embarrassed that he'd been caught in the act as he licked his own lips. "Quite...occupied."

Dean stared at Cas and furrowed his brows. Yeah, he knew he was pretty hot, but Cas had never really shown anything like arousal before. Wait, or had he? Crap, was Dean only just seeing it now? "So...?" He asked, squeezing his hands together in his lap.

"Well, the angel of wishes finally has started to do some...sorting.." Cas started nervously, his eyes flicking to Dean's face and then flicking away nervously as he licked his lips again. "She's started to see if all the wishes are still relevant since she'd been occupied, and someone must have told her that a very old wish was..uh..still...relevant..." He trailed off and was blantantly staring at Dean's face.

He looked very nervous as he shuffled his feet a little, staring at his shoes. "Dean...you're...you...look different." He sounded very child-like.

"I know. Cas, if it escaped your notice, I'm a friggin' lady." Dean's voice dripped with sarcasm. "But yeah, I guess I'm pretty smokin' right now." He flicked a piece of blonde hair over his shoulder and smirked.

The angel was staring at him again. "-I mean, you don't look too different from your male form, and...in either body...of.." His words died in his throat as he began to just stare at Dean again.

"Cas. Man. Snap out of it." Dean rolled his eyes. But crap, did that mean Cas thought his male form was attractive too? Shit. He gulped a little.

"Of course that old wish would have expired, but someone must have convinced my sister otherwise. Vehemently convinced. As you'd imagine, many wishes are made and not as many answered, so there must have been an intervention that skewed its importance." He finally tore his eyes from Dean's face. Sam was still facedown on the bed.

"Dean I'm sorry." Sam mumbled into the covers. "I didn't even know what I was saying back then."

Dean turned to Sam and screwed up his face in thought. "When the hell did you wish for us to be girls?"

Sam groaned and finally sat up, digging his fingers into the dark hairs on the side of his head and keeping his eyes downcast. "That time we stayed in Minnesota, there was that snowstorm and I remember when that little girl got free candy and I wondered if life would be easier as a girl. I remember thinking about it all day." He looked to Cas with his green-blue eyes, frowning.

"I mean, it wasn't me who changed us, right?" He asked guiltily, his puppy-face looking even more effective as a woman.

Cas shut his eyes and shook his head. "No. Another angel must have been the one to tip her off. I could go investigate."

"Yes please." Dean suddenly had grabbed his wrist before he'd have the chance to fly away, looking into his face. "Hurry. I don't wanna have to deal with ... lady stuff." He cringed just thinking about it.

Cas's blue eyes grew sympathetic. "I will return promptly." He said, and then vanished in a slight gust of air.

Sam looked at Dean.

Dean glared back, challanging him to say something.

Sam raised his eyebrows and shook his head in warning.

"What?" Dean spat.

"I know you're planning on getting laid. Just...don't..get an STD or get pregnant or something, okay?" Sam's voice was laced with concern. "This is already pretty much my mess. I just don't want you getting hurt 'cus of me."

Dean rolled his eyes. "I'm not getting pregnant because I'm now considered a lesbian, dude, duh." He said, and it came out as less convincing than he'd hoped. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "If you want me to be careful, I guess I will."

There was an awkward silence as they both stared at each other in their new bodies.

Dean finally clapped his hands together and stood up. "Well," He huffed. "If you need me, I'll be in the shower masterbating." He said very bluntly.

Sam wrinkled his nose and looked like he really wanted to bleach his brain right about now. "Really?" He shot out. "Ugh. I'm going and getting food."