A/N: I know this will become one heck of a crack!fic, but muses have been inspiring and I really wanted to write something with more humour than my last fics, so there. Enjoy it!

Dean opened up his eyes slowly and yawned. Turning over he looked at the old clock on the bedside table and frowned slightly at the blanket covered lump on the other bed. It was strange to see Sam still sleeping at almost 7 am, but the kid needed the rest, and more after being tossed by that troll alike creature during the hunting the night before. Yeah, Sammy could do with the extra sleep, as could he, Dean mused, turning around again. This time, more awake, he noticed his body ached like he had been the one tossed around. He tried to recall if something had happened to him too last night, but no, the brunt of the attack had all gone to Sam. Finally making himself comfortable, he didn't give it another thought and fell asleep once again, until the pressure on his bladder woke him up again. Sighing, he got up, trembling slightly to the chill in the room and made his way to the bathroom. He quickly relieved himself and it wasn't until he looked in the old mirror while washing his hands that he awoke completely.

"SAM!!!"

Hurried footsteps were heard and a few seconds later the bathroom door opened and Dean found himself staring at Sam, eyes and mouth open wide in shock. Only he wasn't really staring at Sam but at himself, and if the situation wasn't as fuck up as it was, he would have laughed, because he had never worn such an expression on his face as the one Sam was actually using.

"Dean?"

Dean nodded.

"Guess the hunt didn't went so perfectly well after all, huh?"

Sam entered in the bathroom and stepped next to Dean to watch himself in the mirror. Dean watched as Sam touched lightly his short hair, his face, his body…

"Dude, are you feeling me up?"

Sam broke his eye contact with the mirror to stare at him.

"Whaat? No! I… I… "

Dean smirked.

"Yeah, you're fucking hot now, I know it can be shocking at first but you'll get used to all the girls attention and…"

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

"Whatever. Dean, we need to know what's happened. I mean… I'm in your body, for Christ sake!"

"Hey! You've just awakened in a very fine toned hot body while I'm stuck with this mop of hair, this freakingly long limbs and oh, let's not forget about the whole body-aching from yesterday fun. As far as I'm concerned, I'm the one who drew the short straw, Sammy."

Sam folded his arms in a very Sammy-manner which was utterly wrong in Dean's body and stared at him disbelievingly. Finally, deciding that getting onto a full-blown argument with Dean would do little to nothing to solve their current situation, he sighed and stepped back to the room, followed by Dean.

"We need to undo this" Sam said, gesturing between the two of them.

"No shit, Sherlock."

Sam ignored Dean's comment and sat down heavily in one of the beds. "Okay. As far as we know, last night's hunt was manual book. Everything went smooth on that front."

Dean smirked. "Talk for yourself, you're not black and blue all over."

Sam sighed. "Everything went smooth, and no way a troll could have cast a spell on us."

"Yeah, trolls aren't known for their high IQ after all. So what's the plan?"

"We'd better do a research about interchanging bodies and try to figure out how this happened and how we do reverse it."

Dean nodded. Research and logic to solve a Supernatural phenomena was what they did. They needed to see it like any other case they had. "Okay, I'll start with the research. Go grab a shower and then I'll go grab one myself." He started walking to the laptop when he noticed Sam hadn't moved a finger. He turned around and saw another expression he swore he'd never see on his own face: A deer-caught-in-the-lights and his eyebrows shot up at that.

"What's the problem?"

Sam stuttered before answering. "You want me to have a shower?"

"Yeah, it's called hygiene, you know?"

"I know that, you moron, but I'm not showering in this body."

"What? Why?"

"Why? Because for starters, it's your body, not mine! And showering in your brother's body is wrong in oh-so many levels!"

Dean stared dumbfoundedly at his brother. "So what? You won't shower until you got your body back? What if we need some days? And what will you do when you need to take a leak?"

If Sam's expression had been shocked before, now was downright panic stricken. "I… I can't… we can't… I mean it's not…"

"Sam, I swear to God if you let my bladder explode I'll laser-shave your head, you hear me?"

"But it's… I mean…"

"Sam." The finality on Dean's voice made his brother look at him. "I know it sucks. I really do. And we'll reverse it as soon as possible, but meanwhile we'll have to suck it up."

Sam finally sighed. "Man, that sucks out loud."

Dean nodded and sit down and switched on the laptop. From the corner of his eye he saw Sam opening his duffle bag and taking out some clean clothes. "Sam? You may as well look into my bag. So you don't trip with your jeans afterwards."

Sam sighed again and switched bags before locking himself into the bathroom. A few minutes later Dean heard the shower and he smiled. No way in hell his body would go around without looking 100 at its best, was he inside of it or not. He had a reputation to maintain after all.

TBC