Written for the Supernatural Quote Prompt Commentfic Meme at LJ. Cop: "Is there anything about you that's real?" Dean: "My boobs." Pilot.
Dude…ette
Sam's never going to know about this, ever, Dean thinks as he looks gravely at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Short, dark blond hair. Check.
Hazel-green eyes fringed by long lashes. Check.
High cheekbones. Check.
Damn sexy lips. Check.
Boobs. Shit.
He's a five-foot five chick. He sighs. At least he doesn't have long-ass curly hair like Samantha probably would in his situation. He runs an appreciative hand through his (her?) pixie cut.
And he's still as hot as a chick as he is as a dude. He's got double-Ds and curves up the wazoo. That's a plus. He isn't an ugly-ass chick like Sammy would be.
But facts are, Dean is a chick. Sonofabitch! Friggin' witches, spewing their friggin' unsanitary body fluids all over the friggin' place. Friggin' shit!
He is ganking that hoity-toity spell-casting slut ASAP. And then he's checking out her closet, because, ohmygawd, her Jimmy Choos were so cuuute!
Say what?
SHIT!