Castiel was late, and even more so than normal. Dean and Sam had tried calling to him days before, but still they had not seen or heard anything from the angel in a while. This was not so unusual at the time, Dean and Sam both knew that Cas was busy trying to find god on some flat bread right now, but the amount of time it was taking was the longest wait they had to deal with yet.

Dean, despite what he told himself, was concerned for Cas's safety. He knew that certain angels wouldn't even blink at killing Cas. Well, they would blink quite a bit, and bleed more than they blinked. Dean knew that pissing off the little nerd angel was never a good idea, and he used to have some marks to prove it, before he healed them.

The brothers had tried to call Cas in the first place about the hunt they were on. They were having an issue with a group of demons in a small town in Pennsylvania, and they could have really used some help from Cas's feathery ass to finally gank those guys. But the Cas-o-phone didn't let them leave a message after the beep, and they had to manage it alone.

The entire plan had been Sam's idea, and therefore his fault. At least that was what Dean was telling himself. It was actually Dean's fault, he had let a few of the smaller demons get past him without him noticing, he was a bit busy with one demon who could have been bigger than Sam. To be fair, there were more than they had expected, and while they were trying to look around for the weapon that was rumored to be hidden in the base, they were ambushed by three demons.

Dean was taking on two demons, they were both possessing a pair of twin brunettes, who Dean might have thought were hot if the situation was different. Sam had the largest male. While Sam struggled with the brute force of the man, Dean was being tricked left and right by the twins. One would stab at him while the other rolled under his legs and tried to break his ankle. Not only were they small and fast, but they seemed to have unnatural flexibility. They could have been one hot adult circus act.

It was obvious that he wasn't doing well from the start, but when the twins finally tripped him over and pushed him to the ground it looked like that one bad fight would be his last. One of the twins was getting in his face, gloating as demons always did. Her short brown hair fell over her face as she smiled.

"The famous Dean Winchester, Don't have ya angel buddies now do ya?" She said in a deep southern drawl. Dean struggled against her and her twin, but they had the advantage, and Sam was still struggling against the tall demon.

"Demon bitch." Dean spat. He managed to roll over on top of one twin as the other accidentally lost her grip, But the knife was knocked out of his hand and he was held down again before he could gank her. Dean groaned internally as one of them punched him in the jaw.

Sammy was having the same issues, but suddenly his demon picked him up and shoved Sam through the window. The glass shattered in every direction and Dean couldn't see Sam get up. He frantically threw one of the twins to the side and made a move towards the knife. He managed to grab in, but not before the demon punched him again. This time though, he was able to stab the bitch in the gut. With a flash of bright red and orange the demon fell to the ground, dead. The other one paid no notice and kicked Dean with all that she had in her. Dean fell into the old warehouse's walls in a way that made the whole wall shake. That must have been a safety hazard or something.

She was about to run up and finish Dean off, for good, but suddenly Cas was behind her, turning her around, and with a flash of white light she was gone. The male demon who had been attacking Sammy charged at the angel, but there was another flash of white light as soon as Cas grabbed his neck, killing the Demon instantly. Castiel stood in the aftermath, looking as if the sun itself was shining a spotlight on him, and looked at Dean, tilting his head as he always did when he was confused.

"Are you alright?" said Cas in his usual rough voice. Dean nodded briskly, spit out some blood, and tried to stand. The fight had gotten to him though, and he had to freeze midway. When it looked like he wouldn't be able to move, the angel stepped forward but seemed to second-guess it, not lending any assistance. Dean quizzically looked up at the angel, he was strangely far away for someone who needed to be reminded of personal space every two seconds. He shook it off though and then finally got up. His head was pounding in his ears and he was bleeding from several areas, but he was alright. He's had infinitely worse.

He quickly turned to where Sam had disappeared. Sam was laying on the pavement of the warehouse, surrounded by glass and cut in more than a few places, but a small groan told Dean that he was alright.

"Where the hell have you been Cas?" said Dean, more than a little pissed. Sam managed to look up with some effort.

"You okay up there Dean?"

"I'm fine Sammy, Be down there soon." said Dean, a little bit too harsh for his injured brother, but Cas was giving him that look again. Like he didn't understand what he meant.

"I came as soon as you were in danger..."

"We called you weeks ago, and you're just showing up now when our lives depend on it? It wouldn't have gotten that bad if you had been here from the start." Dean glared at the angel, who still hadn't moved and inch. Cas still starred at him with his deep blue eyes, but there was something like fear in them now. He looked like a lost puppy. Suddenly Dean realized who he was talking to and tried to make it okay again.

"I mean, thanks for showing up and saving my ass, but could you not ignore us for so long? That's all I'm asking"

"I'm sorry, Dean. I was preoccupied." Cas looked away, breaking eye contact with him, and if Dean didn't know better he would have said the angel looked downright embarrassed.

"What's the issue? You need some help?" Dean said kindly, but the angel just shook his head.

"It's nothing you can fix." said the angel quietly. Dean was getting a bit aggravated again, he was avoiding the topic far to much.

"At least tell me what the damn issue is." The angel avoided Deans eyes still, and Dean put his arms out in a gesture that clearly said "Well?" and then the angel looked up at him.

"I have been cursed." said the angel, finally starring deep into Dean's eyes like he always did. "It was old magic, powerful, there is no way for you to help. It will go away with time. We should go make sure Sam is alright." Cas tried to turn away to walk away but Dean walked over to him and swung him around.

"Hey! We're not done here." As soon as Cas was facing him, Dean's vision went blurry. "Whoa... Cas" Dean whispered, but his voice went up a few octaves while speaking. His knees went weak and so did the rest of his body, and he fell onto Castiel as an intense burning sensation went through his body. He groan in pain, but managed to stay standing with Cas's help. His head pressed against Cas's chest, but neither of them protested, the pain was too much for Dean to stand on his own. He groaned out loud and bunched his hands in the angel's tan trench coat. It felt like fire and ice and rage in side of him, a horrible dunk in cold water while being set on fire while a parasite ate his insides. The pain was gone in what seemed to be an eternity, but he finally manage to look up. Cas seemed much taller than before, and he had a deeply concerned look on his face.

"Dean?" Cas said quietly.

"What the hell was that?" Said Dean, but it was no longer Dean's voice. Instead it sounded high-pitched and awfully feminine. Dean jumped a little at the sound and placed a hand over his mouth. The skin there was smooth. He starred at Cas, who starred back desperately. They were still close, so Dean took a step back and looked down at himself.

What once was his body had been transformed beyond recognition. His feet were tiny, his legs curvy, and his hips were huge. His jeans were large and didn't fit him correctly, and there were certain parts missing where they belonged. He could see light brown hair surrounding the edges of his vision that came down to his shoulders. Most of all, there were now a pair of breast on his chest that had not been there a moment ago. He was a girl, a hot one at that, but still a girl.

"Holy shit mother of fuck!" She screamed. Sam came bursting through the warehouse doors and then stopped short. Dean looked at him feverishly and then turned back to Cas, who looked a little bit lost.

"Cas what the actual fuck have you done?" She yelled. Sam burst into a fit of laughter behind her, and he turned and glared at him.

"Dean?"

"Sammy this is seriously not funny. I have boobs." She said, gesturing to her chest, and Sam started another laughing fit. "I'm going to punch you."

"Can you even reach? Maybe we should get you some heels before you try."

"Good idea, buy me some heels so I can throw them at your face." she turned back to Cas, who is looking more and more dismayed by the second. "Cas turn me back."

"I don't know... if I can..." He said slowly, trying to be gentle, but Dean had fury in his eyes before he finished the sentence. "It was a very complex curse. I could not change it from affecting me, I don't know about those affected."

"So just you touching someone makes them grow a vagina?"

"That appears to be the result, yes." Cas was starring at her again as he always had before, but Dean found she was becoming unbearable self-conscious and she was starting to feel a heat rise in his cheeks at the attention.

"Who cursed you?" asked Sam. At least he was adjusting to the fact that he now had a sister, because Dean certainly wasn't.

"A group of witches in Massachusetts who believed I was a malicious spirit. They were dealt with, but the demon they were worshiping still holds the power of the curse."

"Whoa. Whoa. Ouch. Ow. What the fuck is this." Dean said, suddenly needing to lean against the shabby wall of the warehouse, clutching at her stomach in pain. "Holy shit, ow." She looked down at her lower area with an annoyed expression, her hair dangling around her face.

"Congratulations, you're a woman." said Sam. He managed to keep a straight face as Dean glared at him, but then burst out laughing again, turning around this time and clutching his sides.

"Cas, go give Sammy a hug." Dean growled under her breath. Sam continued laughing and then nearly fell out of the door. Dean turned to Cas, who was still starring at her like the world revolved around her head, and her stomach clenched nervously. "Can you get me back to the motel? I don't want to ride with Sam right now."

Cas nodded and then walked up to Dean, getting far to close in her personal space, and suddenly Dean couldn't breath. Cas's face was inches away from her own and he was looking at her with those deep blue eyes that had driven her insane even before she was a girl. The angel pressed two fingers to Dean's forehead, his fingers strangely gentle, and with the small sound of wings fluttering they disappeared.

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