Hello my lovelies. Welcome to my newest story. I thought of this not too long ago, so I hope you like it. This is mid season five SPN, series seven DW.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural or Doctor Who. Trust me, if I did, David Tennant would still be the Doctor and Dean and Castiel would be together. *sigh* wouldn't that be amazing.

Anywho, I just want you to enjoy this story and review, review, review!

Love,

ME

When Clara woke up, she could immediately tell that she was not where she was when she fell asleep on the TARDIS after her and the Doctor left Victorian Yorkshire. She had been so exhausted from the preservation process that she didn't even bother to go home before completely loosing consciousness.

Now, she was in a rough, hard bed. She groaned as she realized the TARDIS had changed her room while she slept. Does she really have that much of a grudge against Clara? She sat up, yawning, feeling a coldness brush across her chest. She opened her eyes and saw an open window, which streamed in sunlight. There was a man in the room. Not the Doctor.

He had shoulder length brown hair that was well groomed and went into sideburns. He was enormous in all senses of the word. He was at least 6'6" if not taller, and he was extremely muscular. Clara raised her eyebrows at the man who had his back away from her.

"Well, I didn't expect to see you here." She said. Then she frowned. Her voice was horribly deep and scratchy. It felt normal, but sounded off. She suddenly noticed why she had felt a breeze on her chest. She had no shirt on.

"OH MY GOD! DON'T LOOK AT ME! GET ME A SHIRT!" She yelled in her deep voice. The man looked at her strange as she covered herself with the sheets.

"Dean, what the hell are you talking about? And why are you covering yourself like a fricking chick?" He asked, his American accent ringing in confusion.

"My name is not Dean. It is Clara. Where is the Doctor? Where did you take me? And why don't I have a shirt? Are you a pervert?" She asked, questions falling from her lips. He looked at her strangely, but then relaxed his look and walked over to her. He sat down on the bed and looked in er eyes.

"You really aren't Dean, huh?" His eyes were kind and deep brown, Clara seemed to lose herself in them.

"I don't know a Dean.'' She huffed, crossing her arms, then quickly realizing that her chest was flat.

She got out of the bed quickly and ran to the full length mirror.

In the mirror was a man. He was about 30 to 35, 6'3" and was decently attractive. He had cropped blonde hair and piercing green eyes. He was shirtless and was very toned with a tattoo of a pentagram on his right shoulder.

Clara rose her hand and ran it through her hair. The reflection followed suit. The brown haired man walked over to her and shook his head.

"I can't believe this happened again! By the way, my name is Sam." He said, holding his hand out to her. She took it, her hand large and hairy.

"I am Clara Oswin Oswald. Why am I a man? Are you an alien? What planet are we on? Where is the Doctor?" She asked, narrowing her new green eyes. Sam looked at her like she was crazy.

"Well, probably a witch switched my brother, Dean and your body, I am not an alien, they don't exist, umm, Earth, and...Doctor Who?

Dean didn't want to wake up. Which was the exact reason he did.

No motel room had ever been this comfortable. Or this pink.

He sat straight up, his eyes flinging open. He felt under his pillow for the gun he kept there, only to find that there was nothing there. He looked around swiftly, something hitting him in the face every time he did. It was brown and felt weird, almost like hair.

"Sammy?" He whispered out loud. His voice came out of his mouth high pitched, and with a strange accent. This made him stand up immediately. He was wearing a nightgown as far as he could tell, and it was very flimsy and tight around his body. Dean also felt strange, almost, short. He was about to walk out the door when someone came in.

"Hello Clara! I am glad you are awake! I would hate to wake you up after Yorkshire, but you know we have to keep moving, so. Where to next? We could go to Barcelona! Not the city the planet! The dogs there have no noses! Or we could go to Clom. Disneyland on Clom, oh how wonderful! You know they have an anti gr-" The man with the bow tie was cut off as Dean grabbed him and pinned him against the nearest wall.

"WHERE AM I? WHAT DID YOU DO TO SAM? WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?" He yelled, his high pitched voice annoying him as the accent was somewhat involuntary.

"Clara, its me. The Doctor. Are you ok? Did the reanimation process hurt you?" He asked, concern dripping in his voice. Dean looked at him in confusion.

"Who the hell is Clara?" He asked. The man who called himself the Doctor squinted his eyes at Dean. He slowly took out a silver tube with a green light on the end and buzzed Dean.

"Oh! You certainly aren't Clara!" He exclaimed, delight painting his face with a smile. However, shortly after the smile showed up, it disappeared as the Doctor looked into Dean's eyes. "Who are you? And why have you inhabited this body? I order you to name yourself under article 57 quadrant 8 of The Shadow Proclamation."

"The what?" Dean asked. Was this guy real? He dressed like a college professor, but couldn't have been older than Sammy. But something caught his attention before he could ask any more questions.

The mirror lay on its side, but was tall and he could see his legs reflected in the glass. They were slim and hairless, very unlike his own.

He ran over to the mirror and picked it up. The reflection showed a woman, probably 20 or 21, very short with brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She had a petite body that was hugged in a nightgown that fit her well. If Dean had seen a woman like this in a bar, she would have come home with him.

"I-I'm a chick?" He announced, looking at his manicured fingers in horror. The Doctor furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Dean.

"You really have now idea where you are?" He asked, disbelievingly.

"Did you do this to me? What are you? Some sort of demon? A witch? Did Crowley put you up to this?" Dean growled at the Doctor, his girly voice made the threat sound far too innocent and it annoyed him more than angels.

"Are you mad? Why would I hurt my friend? And again, are you mad?" The Doctor asked, obviously talking about the fact that Dean had just mentioned demons and witches.

"No, my name is Dean Winchester. I am in a chick's body, I don't know where my brother is, and I don't know who you are. Tell me what you dd to me before I make you."