I woke up and groaned at the aches in my body. I sat up and ran my finger through my hair. Which was different. Not again. I looked down and sighed.
I saw a long and very muscular body. My new torso clothed in a navy teen shirt and a plaid shirt. My new legs wrapped in endless denim. My new feet covered by white socks.
I got out of bed and scrubbed my face. Stumbling into the bathroom, I tried to clear my head.
Well seeing Sam's face and not mine helped. His long hair framed his face. His almond shaped eyes were hazel and filled with emotion. His thin lips parted.
"Sammy?" I heard Dean call.
I started to panic. Dean scared me a little. It was easy to be with Sam. He was so sweet and comforting. Dean was…Dean.
"Dean?" I tested my voice.
"Hey." He appeared in front of me and for the first time in my life, I was looking down at a man. "How are you feeling?" He sounded so caring. Not for long.
"Well…um. I need to tell you something." I stuttered.
"What?" Dean asked.
"I'm not…well." I started.
"You aren't Sam, are you?" He took a step back. "You are the famous Heartland."
"Yeah." I nodded.
"Well, your family is nuts." He laughed.
I couldn't help but laugh. It was true. And Dean wasn't going on kill me.
"They are." I smiled.
"I can't wait until he comes back!" Dean smiled.
"Don't tease him." I replied.
"Whatever. So are you ok?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. Slept really well." I shrugged.
"Sam got hurt on the last hunt. The pain killers male him sleepy." Dean told me.
"He seems fine now." I glanced over his body.
"I have already hunted. Guess I have to research." I didn't know for sure.
"Good thing you are in geek boy." Dean smiled before walking off.
I followed him. We ate breakfast and started looking for a hunt. It was rather boring and tedious. We looked online for many signs of Supernatural creatures. We didn't find ant. What do we do now?
Apparently, we keep looking while we stay at the bunker. I suggested something fun, but no cigar. I ended up deep in research. Soon, an obituary popped up under the key words I typed. I looked over it.
"Dean. I got something." I said.
"Hit me." He looked up with relief.
"A couple was found out in a cabin. They were camping. Get this…the door was unlocked and there wasn't a trace of anything. Fur, tracks, nada. There has been others recently…" I checked over the past several decades. "It happens every 42 years. Bet it is a wendigo." I looked at him.
"Yes, but you can't come." He stood up.
"Why not?" I asked defensively. "Oh, right. Ok. But what do I do while you are gone?"
"Whatever it is that you do." He shrugged.
"Ok." I rolled my eyes. "Be careful. You are going alone?"
"I will take Cas. And we will be fine." Dean said.
"Sounds good. Bye."
"Bye." He walked up the stairs and left.