It was a day like any other as Sam and Dean pulled into the Counting Sheep motel that Saturday evening. They had just done a small job taking out a shifter, and were glad to get some R&R.

"I don't know about you, man, but I just want a beer, a girl, and to hit the sheets!" Dean sighed as he tossed his duffel bag onto the bed.

Sam looked at him and knit his eyebrows together in concern. "You're right, Dean, but-"

"But what, Sammy? We just did a job, don't tell me you're about to start complaining about doing another job!"

Sam made a face at his older brother.

"Look, I know. But seriously? Lucifer is ending the world as we speak. And Michael wants to take over your body. I feel like we should be on the road, or trying to figure out-"

"We're doing all we can!" Dean snapped, and flopped down onto the bed. "I'm tired, dude. We're taking it one day at a time. Michael's not getting in my body if I don't say yes and and you just get saying no to Lucifer. That's it." He closed his eyes and yawned. "Now, I'm getting some shuteye, Sammy, you should do the same."

Sam gave his brother one last long look, and then began to change for bed.

"Woah, hey there...damn, how many did I have last night?"

Sam woke up, confused, to find a girl leaning over his bed post smirking down at him suggestively.

"Ahh! I'm sorry, um, who are you?" He cried, scrambling away from the strange woman. He squinted at her. She was very pretty; her hair was a golden brown in long thick flowing tresses, she had vibrant green eyes, and a sprinkling of freckles across her nose. There was a familiarity about her, but he wasn't sure why.

The woman arched an eyebrow.

"Oh, I see. This must be one of those awkward one night stand things where we both got drunk as hell, huh? Whoops." The girl chuckled, then look concerned. "My voice sounds weird..." She muttered thoughtfully, then turned back to Sam.

"Hey, have you seen my brother by any chance? I don't know why he's not here. Maybe he snuck out."

"I-I'm sorry, what? Your brother?" Sam asked, entirely confused now. "I have NO idea why your brother would be here." Hey, my voice sounds weird, too... Sam noticed it was more high-pitched, more melodic, more...feminine.

"Umm, my brother, Sammy?" The woman replied, staring at him like he was slow. "He's about yay tall, long brown hair, makes puppy dog faces?" She lifted her arm way above her head. "C'mon, you can't miss him. He's a moose!" She chuckled again.

"Y-your brother's name is Sam?" Sam asked quizzically.

"Yeah! Why, you got one named Sam?"

"W-what is your name?"

"Damn, we really did have a lot. I'm Dean." The girl grinned and winked.

Sam took a step back.

"No, no you are NOT!" He cried. "You are NOT Dean!"

"Excuse me, what the hell are you talking about lady? Who the hell are you anyway?!"

"I'M SAM!"

"What, like Samantha?"

"No! Like Sam. Winchester. What are you, some kind of shifter that failed, 'cause you're not my brother!" Sam reached for the demon-killing knife under his pillow.

"I'm Dean Winchester you crazy bitch!" The woman shrieked. "You're not Sam!"

"Wait-" Sam said, stopping for a moment. "You're saying you're Dean-"

"Which I am" The girl said impatiently

"And I'm saying I'm Sam, which I am...so why do you look like a woman?"

The girl looked taken aback. "Wait, what? I look like what?"

"You look like a woman..." Sam repeated, staring at her in confusion.

The young woman ran to the mirror in the motel room, staring in shock at her reflection.

"I-I'm a girl?! What the hell is going on now?!" She turned back to Sam, eyes wide, and let moved aside. "You need to take a look."

Hesitantly, Sam took a look at himself in the mirror...but really it was herself. A pretty young woman stared back at him. A young woman with innocent-looking hazel eyes, shoulder-length chestnut brown hair, and soft pink lips.

"Oh, my God." She whispered.