Posted this over on Supernaturalville and got a pretty good responce. Figured posting it here couldn't hurt. Let me know what you think.
Dean left the small bar and headed to the Impala. "Hey, I think you left these." He turned to see a young blonde girl standing with his keys extended to him.
"Thanks." He grinned, stepping toward her, his hand outstretched for the key ring. She smiled shyly at him and closed the space between them, putting the cold metal in his warm hand. He looked her over and smiled slyly. She was beautiful.
She inched closer to him, placing a kiss on his lips. "You're welcome Dean." she whispered.
Stepping back, eyes wide, he stared at her. "How did you know my name?"
~*~
A girlish scream jerked Sam from his sleep. Jumping from his bed he ran to the bathroom to find the source. He slid to a stop against the doorframe and saw a young woman standing in nothing but a pair of boxers staring at the mirror. He looked to Dean's bed, but his bother was gone.
"What's wro--" He paused, taken aback by his own voice.
The girl turned to him, above her left breast was a tattoo: the protection tattoo Sam and Dean shared.
"Sammy?" The girl asked, sounding strangely familiar. She ran a hand through her short, dirty blonde hair and tried to keep from grinning.
"Dean?" Sam squeaked out and stepped in front of the mirror. He saw a short, attractive girl with long brown hair. "What happened?" He leaned closer to the mirror and examined his face.
Sam looked over to see the girl looking down at her breasts and bouncing slightly. "Dude, I'm hot." Looking up she playfully smacked Sam's shoulder. "So are you. But, not as hot as me."
Sam jutted out his bottom lip and looked at the floor. "We have to figure out what happened to us."