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Chapter 1

A Witch Dammit!

A witch hunt. A plain and simple witch hunt. That's all I asked for, not….. This!

Sam and I catch wind of a witch doing witchy stuff in a small town in Indiana last week. I manage to convince Sam I can handle it on my own and I go.

I stumble upon the witch at a bar. She's actually pretty- for a witch, but I didn't know it at the time- and I start flirting with her, nothing too major, just the cheesy ones like, "I think heaven is missing an angel" sort of thing. She just gets up and leaves the bar altogether, and I get another round of shots and I leave and head back to the motel.

The next morning- well, 1 in the afternoon- with a headache. I think to myself this is strange, I haven't had a hangover in a long time. That's when I feel all those shots I drank in last night start doing flips in my stomach, so I make a beeline to the toilet.

As I lean over the bowl, I notice some very long blonde clumps of hair fly into my face and therefore into the steady stream of vomit.

"What the fuck?" a voice says, I look around the room, but I'm the only one here, "What?" the voice squeaks. My stomach is done doing flips for now, so I get up and move to the mirror and examine what is going on here.

Staring back at me is a very attractive lady wearing the clothes I wore last night, but she is swimming in them now. She has a slim face with freckles dotted across her cheekbones and nose, similar green eyes as me, and long sandy blonde hair.

"What?" I say and the girl in the mirror mouths out the word the same time as I do.

"I gotta call Sammy." I stop myself, "No. I told Sam I can handle this case by myself and I will do just that!... Cas maybe?... I didn't promise anything to Cas. I also haven't talked to him in a long time."

I make my way to my bed and sit on the edge and close my eyes.

"Dear Castiel, I think I'm in a bit of a tight spot, and would really need your help, so… Do you… Copy?" I open my eyes. No Cas. I close my eyes again, "If I say please, will that help?" I peek open my eyes again. This time there is the trench coated angel with the backwards tie standing at the end of the empty bed.

"Hey Cas."

"Hello Dean."

"You can see it's me in here?"

"Well, yes. Of course. Dean, you have one of the brightest souls I have seen."

"Well, that's good and all but…. Can you find out who did this?"

"Well, all I can say is it is a witch who is the culprit, but it is going to take some time pinpointing who exactly did this….. I suggest you, as you put it, 'get comfy'."

I roll my eyes, "So I guess this means I have to call Sam?"

"I would highly advise that, yes."

I groan and shift on the edge of the bed, "But I don't wanna."

"I suggest you should get back to the bunker then."

"Why?"

"To find out who exactly changed your gender….. The process is going to be very long. Just being around you, I can tell this spell is a very complicated one. I suggest you get back to Sam. But not like that."

"Like what?"

"When I was human, I picked up some of the 'lingo' about fashion."

"….And?"

"You are, as you put it, 'swimming in those clothes'."

"Fine. I'll go looking for things. And something to keep these puppies from flying all over the place." I gesture to the more pronounced mounds on my chest. "I'll figure something out."

"Good luck Dean."

There's a flutter of wings and Cas is gone.

"Right…." I sigh to myself and pull a pair of jeans on. Surprise surprise, they are too loose. I dig through my duffle for a belt, and I find it. Only problem is the belt is also too big.

"Damnit. It's my favorite one too." I grudgingly take my pocket knife and I poke an extra hole in the leather. Once that is done, I finish with pulling on my humungous boots and jacket. At least the jacket helps hide my oversize chest.

I step out of the room and lock the door and is immediately greeted by a cat call whistle from room 15. "Ignore him Dean. Ignore him Dean." I mumble to myself

"Cherry ride sweetheart." Room 15 calls when he notices which car I'm heading to.

"Shut up Room 15." I mumble once more and slide in the driver's seat and start the engine. "You just have to put up with this when Cas finishes the spell." I say to myself, then I head out to the nearest thrift store. Which is only about five blocks away.

I walk through the door and is greeted once more by stares. I figure I head for the t-shirts and pants first, underwear last.

"Are you doing alright Miss?" a kind voice asks me while in the…. I think it's in some sort of bra section?

"Uh…. I think I'm a little confused."

"Alright, what are you looking for?" the lady smiles kindly

"Uh, my niece is kinda new at this whole… She's going through puberty, and I thought I'd give her some stuff…." Damnit that was horrible! Come on Dean.

"Alright, well…. You're in the sports bras section, if that's what you're getting at."

"Yes! Yes that's exactly what I'm getting at." I chuckle, but it comes out as more of a girly giggle. It's awful. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, ask away."

"Is there a way I can wear some of these clothes out? Well, after I pay of course."

"You can pay then change at home if that's what you're asking."

"Not really, my boyfriend decided to surprise me last night with a drive. And we did drive….. Five hours away to his home town. He didn't tell me to pack a bag or anything, he's really bad at letting me know beforehand this kind of stuff, and I didn't want to get back in the same clothes I wore last night…. That's why I'm in men's clothing…. So….. Are you catching my drift?" Better Winchester.

"….. Yeah, I think I am. I think there is a way….. You pay for your things and you go in the changing room and leave."

I give her my best hate-smile, "Okay. Well, thank you I think I can cover it from here."

"Okay, holler if you need anything." She starts to walk away, but turns around, "No offense, but I think you're a large, not extra small." She turns back around and leaves

"Large?... Large in what? Ooooooh, bras. Okay." I mumble to myself.

I look at my arms and decide to try this shit on.

I climb in the cramped white space and strip off my men's clothes and start with the 'sports bra'. Turns out the lady was right, I am a large.

Next, I pull on some of the jeans. 8 out of the 10 I grabbed seem to fit. Nice job so far Dean.

Finally I pull on the shirts. Most of them are plain shirts, but there are a few with bizarre prints on them, some are button ups, and a couple v-necks. Ten of the fifteen fit.

Since I am sick and tired of my breasts flying all over the place, I keep on the sports bra. I pull on my original clothes and come out of the changing room. Deciding I should probably need more than a single bra, I should grab a couple more. A few more sports and a couple of actual ones.

There is a mother with a four year old boy in the brazier section with me. I grab a bra that looks like it'll fit, but it has these weird clips on the strap in the front. The mother looks at me and sighs.

"Aren't you a little young to be pregnant?"

"E-excuse me?"

"That's a maternity bra." She then scans the rack for more….. Well, rack holders. "Here. This looks like it should fit you."

"Uh… Thank you." I look at the size '36D'. My eyes immediately widen. Shit son, you're already a D. Huh, my age and the first inicial of my name. That's not ironic at all.

I return to the changing room and try on the new bras. And whaddya know, I am a 36D.

I come back out of the room and head for the check out and pay for the clothes.

"Now I get to have fun cutting tags off. Lucky me." I mumble to myself as I slide in to baby once more.

I return to the motel, cut a few tags off and change into my more feminine clothes and check out. Of course, Room 15 has to get another cat call in.

I walk into the main office, the guy behind the front desk is nose deep in a book.

"Good afternoon." I say to…. Judging by his name tag, Steve.

"Checking in or out?" he asks, not even looking up for a second

"Checking out."

Without even looking out of his book he checks me out of the room, "Here ya go Miss. Drive safe."

"Thanks." With that, I leave, tearing out of the parking lot, I'm off to the bunker. "Should I call Sam?..."