John woke up that morning, just like any other. Coffee first, idle research second, then waking his boys up last. He limped over to the bed his sons were sleeping on, when he noticed a change. The Sam Lump was different. Dean Lump was its normal, splayed out shape with a tuft of hair protruding from the blankets. Sam Lump was...small. Normally Sam Lump slightly extended off the end of the bed, and was a little bigger than Dean Lump. But today? Sam Lump reached somewhere in the middle of the bed, and was practically dwarfed by Dean Lump. Had Dean brought a girl home? John didn't remember that. So where was Sam? The frustrated parent ripped the blankets off of the lumps, a cruel move he usually only saved for special occasions. Dean shot upright, looking dazedly around the room.
John, eyes wide, ignored Dean's "Whu?". There, on the bed, in Sam's place, lay a girl. Still sound asleep, she was small (practically drowned in a man's clothing) , with thick, dark brown hair that had a wavy curl to it. Dean noticed his father's preoccupation, and therefore, the girl.
"What the crap?!" He leaped out of bed, casting a confused glance first at John, then the girl, and back again.
"You didn't bring her here?" John asked in a whisper, determined not to wake the unknown female up.
"No!" Dean whisper-yelled. "Who is she? And, where's Sam?"
Then, a horrible realization hit the hunter. He slowly approached the girl, and gently shook her fragile shoulder. She slowly opening her eyes and, not quite awake yet, revealed the truth to John. Sam's eyes stared back at him, deep and chocolate brown, as innocent as could be. Now, they were bigger, rounder, more thickly lashed. John stood, and met Dean's curious gaze solemnly.
"It's Sam."
"What?!" This exclamation was shouted, causing girl-Sam to startle awake, looking wildly around the room, much like his brother had. "Sam? Oh, shit, Sam!"
"What?" The room was met with a sudden stillness when Sam spoke. His voice was now high and delicate. Sam clutched his throat, and looked down at himself. Silence, a tension about to reach its breaking point. Sam slowly looked up into John's eyes.
"Fix it."
John felt very weary all of a sudden, and moved to sit down. Head in hands, the father said, "Sammy. What. Do you think. Might have caused this?"
"Damn friggin witch, I'll bet you anything that's what-"
"Dean."
"Well it damn friggin was."
Sam let out a shuddering breath, and pushed his now very long hair out of his face. "Um. I don't really know. I mean a witch is the only thing that really makes sense, but I have no clue why anyone would want to turn me into a girl, I mean...it's not like that will kill me."
"It does mean you're weaker now. But that still seems like an awful lot of trouble to go to just to get someone vulnerable." John was now leaning back, studying his son, or daughter, whatever. Dean sat on the bed with a flump.
"So, what's gonna fix this? Or what caused it? I mean, like, a hex bag?" Dean was staring at Sam, making him feel somewhat like a zoo animal.
"I have no idea, Dean, but I feel like right now I really just want to be in clothes that fit." Sam hiked up his mega-sized pajama pants, as if to prove a point. He only succeeded in making the shoulder of his shirt fall down.
"Okay, just...just roll the pants so they don't drag. I'll get you some clothes somewhere." Dean, hopped to his feet, searching around for his own clothes to put on. Sam had one eyebrow raised, seriously doubting Dean's ability to pick out a roughly 5"4' female's clothing.
"Well, okay. Just get something normal. Like, a hoodie, and sweatpants. Don't get anything iffy. Oh! Also I need shoes!" Dean paused in the action of yanking a shirt over his head.
"What size do you think you are?"
"I have no idea. Here, let's just compare my foot to my shoe." Sam scrambled off the bed, still clutching at his pajamas, and retrieved his shoe. "Okay! Wow, this thing is massive." He sat on the floor, and bundled his pant leg up to his knee in order for his foot to be exposed. He positioned his foot to be at the heel of the shoe.
"Man, you've got some hairy legs."
"Well, girl me has never shaved, and I don't plan to. Okay, remember that reference point, and get a shoe that roughly matches it. It's better to go a size up rather than down, probably." He handed Dean the shoe. "Okay?"
"Okay little bro. Sis."
John had watched this whole exchange in silence, puzzling over who wanted Sam as a girl and why. Dean, looking eager to do something helpful, was almost out the door.
"Hey, be careful, obviously someone is targeting us. Just be quick, don't draw attention to yourself."
Dean huffed a laugh, "I'll try to be inconspicuous as I buy women's clothing, Dad, don't worry."
John raised an eyebrow. "You know what I mean."
"Yeah, I know. Okay bye, don't kill each other while I'm gone." And gone he was.