This is just a little tidbit that I had pop into my head on my way too work one night. I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Wind blew through the pasture bending the tall grasses and making it look like waves were rolling across the land. A small herd of cattle was being moved by two ranchers on horseback. The colder weather was coming and it was important to move the animals to the small field closer to the house so they could be watched over by the ranchers, and moved to the large heated barn during the frozen heart of winter.

Ian turned in his saddle to make sure all the cattle had made it through the open gate in the fence. Dust clouds billowing from the road caught his attention. Whoever was driving down the road seemed to think the devil was on their tail. He glanced at his adoptive sister as he passed through the gate. She was too busy ensuring the gate was secure to notice the road.

"Someone's driving like a bat outa' hell," Ian said casually.

Melody glanced up at him with arctic blue eyes before looking towards the road. "Shit," she hissed. "Can you finish up here?"

Ian nodded absently as he looked from the road to his sister and back. "Who is it?" He watched Mel mount her horse (a feat in itself considering the size of her horse) and prepare to head back to the house. Whoever was speeding down the road slowed enough to take the turn leading to their home. "Mel, were you expecting someone?"

"Seriously, Ian," Mel groaned. "Finish up here and I promise I'll make dinner. Lemme go take care of this."

All the younger man could do was watch as she left after that. He could never catch up to her at a full gallop on her stallion. The beast of a horse was tall, strong, and faster than the other horses. With a sigh, Ian got back to work. He wondered if Mel would agree to get a dog to help move the cattle. He was pretty sure he could convince her. The girl loved animals and gushed over every puppy she saw when they were in Manhattan. Ian figured he would ask after their company left.

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Dean parked the Impala haphazardly in front of the large house. He could not believe Sam couldn't find a way to reverse this stupid spell. The kid was supposed to be the research expert in this team. He stepped out of the car and froze a steady hissing noise. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" his new voice shrieked with indignation. He watched as the back tire slowly deflated.

"I told you that you were driving too fast, Dean." Sam chided as he stepped out. He looked around at the empty fields surrounding the house. "Do you think they're home?"

"If they're not then we'll just wait for them to come back." Dean pouted. "Not like we can go anywhere with a flat," he muttered.

The brothers looked up at the sound of hoof beats. Someone on a large gray horse was riding toward them from behind the house. Sam tried to shield his eyes to get a better look at the rider, but the sun was too bright. He smiled when they got closer and he could see it was Melody.

"Well howdy, boys," she said with an exaggerated twang in her voice and a tip of her cowboy hat. She walked her horse closer to the car before dismounting. Sam was surprised by how gracefully she landed from that height. "How've y'all been?" Mel glanced at Dean and smirked. "So it's Dean who's in trouble this time, huh?"

"Shut up, Mel," Dean growled. "Can you reverse it or not?"

"Probably, after I find out who cast this curse on you." Mel's smile grew when she saw Dean's face. "You didn't know it was a curse, wait, correction: you thought about it, but dismissed the idea since you guys haven't hunted any witches."

Dean's face turned red with his embarrassment. "I don't wanna hear anything from a girl who smells like a stupid horse!"

Mel's horse gave a loud whinny as he raised his back hoof. "Smoke, don't." Mel scolded. She walked over and stroked his muzzle. "He's just grumpy. Don't kick his car." Sam and Dean watched as the psychic girl removed the tack from her horse. "Go on and help Ian move the rest of those cows. I'm sure he'll give you some apples if you do." Mel laughed as her horse tossed his head before running off.

"That is a gigantic horse," Sam said.

"Yeah," Mel smiled as she looked after him. "He's a Shire/Appaloosa mix. He's about 17.5 hands and can pull one of our tractors like its nothin'. My uncle got him for me for Christmas." She looked back at Dean's car and the sad excuse for a tire. "I'll take a look at that later and see if I can fix it, otherwise I'll getcha a new one." She bent over to look at the front tire. "Hell, I may as well get you a whole set. The tread is about gone on here. You're lucky you didn't have a complete blow out with the way you were driving."

"It's not my fault the road is paved with razor blades," Dean grumbled.

"It's a gravel road covered in flint rocks, Dean." Mel stated. "This is the flint hills; shit eats tires for breakfast."

Mel turned to take in Dean's new appearance for the first time. He was now obviously a she, but somehow he still looked much like Dean. His sandy blond hair was still short, just fluffier; his cheek bones were still sharp as well as his jaw, but everything seemed to have a softer edge. His vibrant greens eyes seemed larger beneath the new dainty eyebrows, and his pouty lips were fuller; making his current pout adorable. Mel was glad to see his freckles were still there and even more noticeable. He was now much shorter than Sam, but still a few inches taller than Mel. The female frame he had was broader than most, though still attractive and evenly proportioned. Melody took a small amount of pride that she had a bigger bust size (C's compared to Dean's B's). It looked like he hadn't bothered to buy clothes that fit properly. His jeans were women's jeans, just baggy and he had plain white sneakers on; otherwise he was wearing his own clothes.

Dean raised an eyebrow when he noticed Mel staring at him. "You got a problem or what?"

Mel gave him a sweet smile. "I was just thinking how adorable you are. Sam's gotta watch out for his big sis now." She enjoyed the furious look on Dean's face and listening to his brother's hooting laughter. "Come on inside. I'm sure you want to wash the road grime off, and I'll be making burgers for dinner." Mel called over her shoulder.

The brothers followed their friend into the large house after removing their duffels from the trunk of the hobbled car. They went to the rooms on the third floor they had stayed in the last time they were in the house, while Melody headed to the kitchen to start dinner. She set to work prepping burger patties for the grill, cutting potatoes in to decent wedges and mixing a seasoning for them, and chopping vegetables for a salad. It was still early in the afternoon, so it was too early to start cooking. Mel contemplated changing the tire for Dean, but decided against it. The man was very possessive of his car and would want to remove the tire himself to make sure it was done right. Mel decided to take a quick shower and then look into which cures was effecting Dean.

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Ian walked in through the back door exhausted. Mel's horse, Smoke, had come back to help, but it was still a pain in the ass to move the herd. Many of the spring calves refused to cooperate and tried to run off. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered running the ranch, but he knew he would get bored and stir-crazy if he didn't have the animals to care for.

He had never cared much for the actual hunting aspect of Hunting, so he mostly researched, cataloged, and organized the books in the library. There was only so much of that he could do though. He only ever tagged along with Melody if she had a particularly difficult hunt and would need the back up. Even though he didn't hunt often, he still made sure to train so he could watch his sister's back when she needed it. Training with Mel was a pain since she was always one step ahead of her opponent.

Ian opened the fridge to grab a bottle of water. He felt the presence of someone unfamiliar behind him. In the blink of an eye he spun around and had the gun drawn from his holster, aimed at the intruder. "Damn it, Sam!" He exclaimed. "I almost shot you!" He put the pistol back.

Sam gave nervous chuckle as he lowered his hands. "Sorry, I suppose I could have said something." He accepted the bottle of water that was offered. "So how've you been, man?"

"Good," Ian said after downing most his own bottle. "What are you guys doing here? I'm assuming Dean is here as well."

"Yeah, he's here. That's actually why we're here." Sam looked to the doorway to make sure no one was coming in. "He got himself cursed. We haven't hunted any witches, but it think he may have hitting on one at some bar and not known it. Probably did something to piss her off, and ended up cursed."

Both men paused at the sound of feet thundering down the stairs. "Stay the fuck away from me you bitch!" A woman shouted. Ian didn't recognize the voice.

"Aw, come on," Mel's voice whined. "You'll look pretty." A strange woman came running into the kitchen with Mel hot on her heels. Mel slid to a stop and locked eyes with Ian. "You want a puppy?" she squealed. "Ooo we can get two! I think the Myers' dog just had a litter. I'll go call him." She bounced on the balls of her feet as she started to leave the room.

Sam and Dean stared at Mel like she was crazy, but Ian was use to her randomly picking up on his thoughts. He had been aggravated by the small cattle drive he had just finished, and even Sam surprising him hadn't fully distracted him. He caught his sister's wrist and pulled her to a stop. "Mel, focus." Ian scolded. "Sam and Dean came to get help. Not to mention you promised to make dinner." He frowned at Mel's attempt to make him feel guilty with her teary puppy eyes. "You can call Jim after supper, so don't give me that look."

"What was all that running about?" Sam asked.

"She wanted to put make up on me, Sam!" Dean cried. "She'd probably make me look like some emo goth reject."

"Oh please," Mel waved her hand at his words. "I wouldn't do that. I was just going to accentuate your natural features. You wouldn't look so butch."

Dean growled as he bit back his remark. "I need a drink."

"Bad news, Buck-o," Mel chuckled. "There's no alcohol in this house. Both Ian and I are under 21."

"You have got to be shitting me! Out of all the illegal things you've done, underage drinking isn't one of them?" Dean seemed to be headed for a tirade. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Hey," Mel sounded insulted. "I don't do that many things that are illegal." She crossed her arms and glared at woman in front of her.

"Remind me how manipulating the lottery so you can be a rich bitch is legal," Dean snarled

"At least I didn't get a sex change because I can't keep it in my pants!" She shot back.

"And we're done here," Ian said. He stepped forward and picked Dean up, tossing him over his shoulder. "Let's go look for a way to reverse this," he said calmly ignoring Dean's protesting cries. He looked at Mel. "Get started on dinner."

Ian didn't glance back as he walked out of the kitchen with Sam following him. He tossed Dean into one of the overstuffed chairs in the living room before he slouched into the corner of a couch. "Is there a reason you're picking a fight with Mel, or no?" he asked. Dean ignored him by crossing his arms and turning his head away. Ian pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm too tired for this shit," he muttered before standing up. "Stay out of Mel's way while she's making dinner. You both are more than welcome to look through the library for a way to reverse this. I need a shower and a nap."

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