Sam.

"C'mon, Sammy, can you just come out? No ones gonna laugh at you I promise."

"NO! Tell him to reverse it."

Dean stood outside the motel rooms bathroom with a smirking Gabriel and a serious Cas. Sam was crying inside. Except, Sam wasn't really Sam per say...

"Oh my Dad, get over it and stop being such a girl. That's how your problem started in the first place." Gabriel's grin widened.

The four had been going over a case when Gabriel made a comment about how feminine Sam's hair was. Sam made a short joke. Gabriel called him Samantha. Sam made a remark about him being the Messenger in the Dress. Gabriel had told him to stop acting like a girl or he'd end up one. Sam was just about to retort with his own smarmy comment when his voice came out high pitched; he ran into the bathroom and hadn't been out since. The voice from the inside of the bathroom door was cutesy and sweet, and didn't sound at all like Sam.

"You're not funny, jackass, reverse it!" Her voice sounded strained, trying to be intimidating. It was failing.

"Not till I see my handiwork. How ugly is your moose-ass when you're a girl?" Gabriel taunted, sucking a lollipop that came from literally nowhere.

"Sammy, he's not gonna let up until you come out. C'mon, can't be that bad." Dean tried to be reassuring. He could practically feel the eyeroll from the other side of the door.

A heavy, defeated sigh was heard from the other side of the door.

"Okay..." The door clicked and slowly slid open with a creak.

Sam stood in the doorway, smaller than what he had been but still tall for a girl. Medium length hair fell to her broad shoulders, lost between a shade of dark blonde and light brown. The plaid shirt she wore was hanging loose at the bottom past her hips and draped over her arms, but tightened around her chest a little showing off her new curves. She stood with the jeans she had been wearing on her arm, they had been too big for her hips and to long for her legs, but the boxers Sam had been wearing that day anyway covered her new feminine body like a pair of shorts.

Dean stood in shock. Gabriel raised his eyebrows suggestively and wolf whistled.

"Damn, you woulda been a hot piece of ass, Winchester." Gabriel grinned.

"Dude, don't hit on my bro- sis- uh, sibling." Dean managed to spit out. Sam shook her head.

"I could say the same thing to you about Castiel over here." Gabriel muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Their argument was interrupted by Sam clearing her throat. "Are you gonna change me back?" She demanded, arms folded over her chest, throwing a brilliant bitch face in Gabriels direction.

"Mmmm, I don't know.."

"Gabe, if you don't change me back right now, I will punch you so hard that you'll be feeling dizzy for the next millennia." Sam threatened, starting out in a flirtatious voice going into a more serious tone. The way she said it reminded Dean briefly of Jo Harvelle.

"Jeez princess, calm down. Oh but, one sec," Gabriel said as he snapped a polaroid camera into existence, pointed it to Sam and took a picture, to quickly for her to hide away from the flash, the photo printed out immediately and Gabriel held it proudly, grinning.

"I hate you so much right now." Sam stated, voice becoming noticeably deeper. She squeaked and ran back into the bathroom.

"WELL." Gabriel emphasized, "That's something I won't be able to forget to quickly." he commented, waggling the photo and his eyebrows.

"Dude. Just no, man. That's wrong on.. so many levels." Dean grumbled back.

Suddenly, a fully grown and fully dressed (and fully male) Sam burst out of the bathroom. "If you don't leave the room in 5 seconds or less I'm getting the holy oil."

Gabriel grinned and help up the photo.

"Laterz!"