Just a little something that was kicking around in my head.
A/N- Thoughts are in italics.
Disclaimer: Own nothing. Would like to borrow them, if even just for a couple of hours... There is profanity. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Tell me what you think.
Sam awakened and staggered into the bathroom. He drained the old lizard and reached for his toothbrush, He began to brush his teeth.
I don't feel well. Maybe I need to take a rest today. All this hunting and getting beaten up and choked is getting to me.
Sam reached up to feel his throught without thinking. He felt his necklace. Huh? I don't...
Sam looked up and spit toothpaste onto the medicine cabinet mirror. He stood frozen and then yelled," Hey come here! Come quick."
Dean leapt from the bed to go to his baby brother's aid. "Sammy! Sammy! You ok?"
Dean ran into the bathroom and stopped suddenly. He was frightened and speechless. He tried to talk, but nothing came out. He stared straight ahead with his mouth wide open.
"Dean?"
"Yea, Sammy?"
"I-I-I'm scared. Help me." Sam said in a whisper.
"You should be Sammy. You can't handle it," Dean said. Suddenly he began to laugh hysterically.
"You jerk! This isn't funny!"
"Hey bitch, you should look at the bright side. Just look in the mirror to see it."
"Dumbass."
"Sammy, I'm hurt."
"No, Dean, you are a dumbass. Think about it. Better yet, come look in the mirror, moron."
Dean strode to the mirror. He was off balance. I must still be half asleep.
Dean looked in the mirror,"Sammy, now you too know what it's like...Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! What the fuck? Noooo! Nooooo!" Dean became hysterical.
" I tried to tell you, if I was in your body, you had to be hanging out somewhere, too. So, what is it like to be tall?"
Dean sat on the toilet and realized he had the long, rangy legs of his brother. There was hair in his eyes, and his feet were huge.
What the fuck? I need a haicut. I am always pouting. I need a foot reduction. How the hell does he walk with these things? I feel like Sasquatch. Argghhh. My abs, my butt, my...my...face! Waaaaaaaa. I don't want to be the gangly, emotional pansy. What did I do to deserve this? Oh shit, I am even sounding like him. What next, I'm gonna have a period?
"Shut up Dean! I don't have periods! You asshole!"
"I didn't say anything. Wait, I am not saying anything now. Hey, get out of my..your..our..GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!"
"No way! Periods, Dean! Do I look like a fucking girl to you?"
"You sure as hell act like one! Wuss!"
"I may be emotional, but being a cocky smartass trying to look cool is soooo much better. At least I just accept my emotions and deal with them instead running around like a testosterone time bomb screwing half the population and beating up the other half."
"Shut up Sammy! What you trying to say about me? I'll kick your ass!"
"Kick my ass Dean! Prove me right. Maybe you are the wuss and hide behind that macho wall."
"I ain't hiding nothng!"
"What did I do? I don't want to be you. I want to be the handsome one. Sam, did your weirdo powers do this?"
"Dean, please, of all the people I would want to be, you are not on the list. Your attitude sucks. You are conceited. You're bossy. You're.."
"Shut up, bitch. Give me back my body."
"You first."
Dean scratched his head, which was buried under too long hair. Did I die and go to hell? Why would I want to be Sammy?
WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON?
I like this idea. Do you think I should continue it? (TBC Maybe)