Okay. It's kinda cracky, but I wanted to write a girl!Dean fic. The idea of either of the brothers being genderbent is funny to me frankly... Anyways, expect humor and drama. OH, ghosties too. And wincest. I warn you there will be wincest. Dont' say you weren't warned. Please review~!

Chapter 1: My Brother…the Girl

Sleep wasn't coming easy. Dean cracked open his eyes and stared up at the ceiling of the motel room. He turned slightly, averting his eyes to the left and looking at his younger brother Sam.

He had his back to Dean, seeming to be sleeping soundly. Thinking momentarily, Dean frowned. "Sammy?" Dean furrowed his brow. What the hell?... His voice sounded different. He tried clearing his throat and said, "Hey Sam."

Sam mumbled something before rolling over and looking in Dean's direction with blatant confusion. "Who the hell…?"

"Dude. You're awake, not dreaming." His eyes went wide and Dean sat up. His voice sounded like…a woman's. He bolted out of bed, looking over himself.

Dean had the body of a chick.

"Tell me who you are right now!" Sam demanded, jumping out of bed and glaring at Dean.

Dean was freaking out in his head. Why the hell so I look like a woman? What's going on? "Sam, it's me. Look, I'm still in my clothes and…" He looked down, picking up the golden amulet. "I've got this. You gave me this for Christmas when we were kids."

The statement seemed to make Sam calm down slightly. "What… You look…" His voice was quiet and he made a face at Dean. Clearly, the weirdness was hitting him too.

Dean held up a finger and walked over to the bathroom, noticing his legs were slimmer and frowning at that. Looking in the mirror at himself, Dean was in awe. He…was a she. Dean ran a finger along the feminine cheek that was his. "Holy crap…"

Sam cautiously stood in the doorway of the bathroom, looking at Dean curiously. "What?"

"I'm freakin' hot," Dean grinned.

Rolling his eyes, Sam shook his head. "The question is why do you look like…a girl."

"Hey," he said, "I look like an attractive young woman. Not a girl."

"Whatever. Either way, you shouldn't." He shook his head. "Look…why don't you find clothes that fit you and I'll get breakfast."

Dean made a pout and looked at Sam. "Bring me some clothes?"

He made a disgusted look at Dean. "I don't wanna go shopping for girl stuff."

"Please Sammy?"

Sam rolled his eyes for a second time. "Fine. Just stay here."

He returned an hour later with a small brown bag and an even biger white store bag. Sam put them on the table. Noticing the bathroom door was shut, he called, "Dean?"

The bathroom door opened and Dean came out, still with a female body, but a white towel wrapped around himself. Or should it be herself? Dean's hair, which was significantly longer than when he looked like a guy, was dripping wet. Sam crossed his arms, giving Dean a pointed look. "You can't do that."

"Do what?"

"That. Walk around in nothing. At least, not when you look like…that."

Dean smirked. "What's the matter? Am I too pretty to look at?"

Furrowing his brow, Sam sighed angrily. It was hard to admit, but Dean did look very…good. Beautiful, almost. He wasn't about to tell Dean that though. "Shut up and go get dressed, jerk." Sam handed Dean the big white bag and nodded towards the bathroom.

"Whatever…bitch." Dean took the bag and hurried back into the bathroom.

Once the door was shut, Sam let out the breath he was holding and sat lazily in one of the chairs at the table. How am I gonna deal with Dean looking like that? Sam just hoped he could get his brother back to being a guy. And soon.

She came out of the bathroom in dark blue jeans and a green tank top. Dean was already agitated by the long hair, not knowing what exactly to do with it. "This is a pain in my ass," she whined.

Sam looked over from the kitchenette with raised eyebrows. "You even sound like a girl. I think your brain got messed up too, Dean."

The somber look turned to a glare. "Shut the hell up or I'll beat your ass."

Dean watched Sam shake his head. "So…did it all fit?"

Nodding, she said, "Shockingly. Have you gone shopping for a chick before?"

"I did once for…Jessica." Sam licked his lips, frowning.

Dean knew that struck a nerve. It wasn't like she meant to. It was months since Jessica's death, but it all still bothered Sam apparently. Hell, Dean could still get upset over their mom's death. "Sorry," dean mumbled before clearing her throat. "So what's for breakfast?" the small brown bag was open and on the countertop. There was also a sweet smell. "Are you cooking?"

Sam nodded, perking up. "Pancakes."

"Aw honey, you shouldn't have," Dean teased.

She watched as Sam turned his back to her and there was muttering. When he turned back again, Sam looked flustered almost and went back to silently making their breakfast. Note to self: no more teasing Sam while I look like a chick…