It was a cool crisp, autumn morning. The birds chirped happily. The leaves fell lazily. The sun rose hesitantly. The world of mankind was slowly creeping out from underneath their warm covers and heading off to the workplace, with the expectation of another perfectly normal day on planet earth.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Bee-

Dean Winchester reached out from under the blanket and slammed his hand down onto the surprisingly loud alarm clock. He swore under his breath as he sat up slowly and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Another fine day to be alive. He took a swig from his flask and stood up, stretching.

"C'mon Sammy, rise and shine." he said with a yawn. He smacked his sleeping brother on the back as he passed his bed, heading to the bathroom. Sam groaned in response.

Dean walked into the bathroom and washed his face, hoping the cool water would help him wake up. He had never been much of a morning person, but he found that ice cold water to the face helped him wake up a hell of a lot faster. He grabbed the hand towel and patted his face dry, as he looked up at his reflection in the mirror. When he saw himself he stopped dead in his tracks and the towel dropped from his hands in shock. His heart started beating furiously fast as he gulped and examined himself in the mirror. He couldn't believe his eyes. He was a woman.

"What the hell..." He said, beginning to panic. He stepped closer and touched his cheek. This couldn't be real. It just... couldn't! With his other hand he felt the mirror. It had to be some sort of illusion. The mirror seemed perfectly fine. He looked down at his body and saw the truth. He really was a woman. He grinned a little at the fact he had breasts, but then the panic set in again.

"S-SAM!" He yelled out. Sam wasn't going to be able to believe this either. "Sam, get in here!"

"Dammit Dean, I'm coming." He said sleepily entering the bathroom. Dean turned to face Sam. Something was different about his voice.

"Mother of God..." Dean said when he saw his brother. Sam's eyes widened when he saw Dean. They stared at each other before Sam screamed. When he heard the sound that came out of his own mouth, he clutched his throat. Dean stepped aside to allow his brother access to the mirror as well. Sam rushed forward and stared at his reflection.

"I'm a woman, Dean."

"I know me too!"

"Yes, I see that, I have eyes."

"Eyes aren't all you have." Dean joked, pointing to Sam's chest.

"This isn't a joke, Dean! We are women! How did this happen?"

"How should I know? I went to bed a man, and woke up a woman, same as you!"

Sam examined the mirror closely. "This has to be some sort of trick!"

"It's not, I already checked."

Sam stepped back and just stared at his reflection again. Yup, he was most definitely female. He had brown hair that fell to the middle of his back, and breasts. He had breasts. He looked over at Dean. His brother's hair came to his shoulders and he had breasts too. Both brothers were still wearing the clothes they had gone to bed in, and they felt big and ill-fitting now. Sam pulled up his pants which were about to fall down.

"Dean, what do we do?"

"I dont know about you, but I'm going to take a shower." Dean said with a wink. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Fine, you do that. I'm going to look for hex bags...or something. Someone had to have done this to us, and when I find out who, I'm going to kill them."

"Suit yourself." Dean said, stripping his clothes off. Sam cringed and exited the bathroom. This was just too weird.

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Dean entered the room, wrapped in a towel. Sam looked up and then looked back at his laptop. Dean smirked.

"I'm all kinds of hot." He said, throwing a T-shirt and jeans on. Sam rolled his eyes again and stood up.

"So get this...I can't find anything around here. No signs of witchcraft, no EMF. Whatever did this to us is good at covering its tracks."

"So what, you're saying we are stuck like this?" Dean asked, brushing wet hair out of his face. Sam shrugged and pulled up his...uh, her, pants again.

"For now? I guess. I don't know what to tell you. There's just nothing to go on yet."

Dean plopped down on the bed and reached for his flask. He took a big gulp and then sighed. "I'm gonna need a lot more of this then." He said, holding the flask up. Sam nodded. "So now what do we do?" Dean added.

"I guess we need to go shopping. I mean I can hardly walk in these pants. I lost about 6 inches of height and god only knows how much weight."

Dean chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Sam asked.

"Nothing. We are women, Sam."

"Then why are you laughing?"

"I think you lost a bit more than just 6 inches of height, if you get what I'm saying."

Sam took a deep breath and grabbed his wallet. "Not funny, Dean. Nothing is funny about this." He opened the door to the motel room and left, one hand holding up his pants.

Dean smirked for a moment, but then nodded in agreement and followed him outside.

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