Author's Note:

This idea is really just my way of showing the characters some of the more... imaginative Fanfic story lines. So, if there is a certain type of fan story you want to see, leave a review and I'll write a chapter.

Chapter One- Once Upon a Fanfic Website

Isabella's finger's flew over the keys. There was a rather maniacal smile on her face. She almost laughed, she never felt this inspired, never felt the words coming so very easily. Suddenly she stopped. Frowning she looked at what she'd written with a more critical eye. Oh, Lord at the typo's! Her frown deepened when she realized that certain characters should just not use surfer lingo like, "Dude."

She hit her desk, knocking over her bag of gummies. Nothing she'd written sounded real. She had lost the essence of the characters, and that was not tolerable. Writing was her life, and by golly she was going to be better at it!

Suddenly she realized something, and went running to her closet. She pulled out a horrendously heavy book, and flipped rapidly through it.


Dean was truly enjoying the day for once. Yea there was crazy crap going on, but hey, it could be worse. They seemed to have all agreed that a break was needed. Sam had his soul back, nothing was immediately gunning for their demise. Things were relatively sunny in their crap-filled lives. Yea, they still had plenty to take care of, but one day off wasn't too much to ask was it?

Apparently it was. A flutter of wings alerted him that a trench-coated Angel of the Lord was standing behind him with bad freakin news. Dean turned around, but before he could open his mouth, he saw a very confused look on Castiel's face.


She internally repeated her mantra, "A good writer updates often."

Isabella breathed deeply as she uploaded her newest (and boldest) chapter in her favorite story. Oh was this one a shocker. She did strive for reality, but it was fiction after all, and there's always a way to talk around until a suitable explanation could be BSed. She couldn't wait for the reviews on this one.


Castiel opened his mouth, confusion beginning to be clouded by annoyance, "Dean, did you call for-" His words got lost. His gaze went past Dean, to an enormously confused Sam.

"What in the name of God is going ON HERE." A surprisingly squeaky yell for such a large guy, but then Dean turned to look at his little brother.

He very well should have said sister at that moment.

"Dean, I'm a GIRL." He said it incredulously, almost matter-of-factly after his hysterical yell of a moment before. Sam's hair had grown past his (her?) shoulders, and the large muscles had shrunk into a surprisingly feminine shape. Though Sam was still very tall, she (he?) was slightly shorter. Most definitely a woman. A very pretty woman.

What the Crap. Dean didn't know how to process what he was seeing. Something about the inflection of her words and the look on her face made him sure it was Sam, the flannel shirt and worn jeans were now ludicrously too big for the petite she-Sam, and a horrified confused anger was plastered all over the younger Winchester's face.

Dean couldn't help it, after all that they had been dragged through in their lives, this was just not something he had ever expected. He believed in a lot of things, he had fought for a lot of things, and when his sanity had been pushed beyond all limits time and again he had held it together. Not this time. Dean broke down into the loudest laughing fit he'd ever had.

"Dude! You have boobies!" Dean barely got the words out. Sam was in a pickle, and he would help him figure it out, but in this temporary breakdown, that was all that Dean could say. Repeatedly. With an ever angrier Sam about to throw a legitimate tantrum right in front of him.

Castiel tilted his head in thought, "Sam, how did you change genders?"

"Cas, that is the exact thing I am wondering. I didn't exactly do it on purpose!"


Isabella allowed herself a few minutes of satisfied humming before sitting back down at the computer. Now to update her next story.