Free To Be Us

Summary: Something goes wrong during a hunt and Sam gets cursed by a witch and turned into a girl. Sam has to go through a number of things from having his period to dealing with his new virgin status. Trouble is Sam makes a really hot chick and everyone seems to notice…including Dean!

Rated: NC-17

Categories: Sam/Dean

Warnings: Genderswap

Genres: first time, humor, romance

Chapter 2

Dean just kept driving and driving while Sam dozed on the passenger's seat. His brother didn't look good despite saying he was okay…repeatedly. So, Dean stepped on the gas and when he noticed that Somerton was at least a hundred miles away, he focused on finding a motel. Apparently, someone upstairs liked him because he saw a sign on his left saying "Red Flag Motel" a couple of minutes later. He made a u-turn and quickly checked them in. Sam remained asleep in the car and didn't wake up until Dean shook his arm.

Sam had assured his brother several times that he was feeling fine but he actually wasn't. His head was pounding and he felt it was going to explode any minute. Of course, he didn't say a word since he didn't want his big bro to go all mother-hen around him, and guessed a cool shower and some painkillers would do the trick.

So, as soon as he stepped inside their room, he headed straight for the bathroom. Luckily, Dean didn't protest. After all, he wasn't stupid. That bitch at the altar had beaten the crap out of Sam before he managed to stab her in the heart, and he guessed Sam needed a shower to ease his aching muscles. So, he sat down on the bed surfing channels waiting for his turn in the shower.

Sam stepped in the tub and let the water run down his tense muscles. He didn't even check if there was any hot water, his body was feeling feverish and he was truly thankful for the cooling effect of the shower. He enjoyed the soothing water and let his head and hands rest on the cracked tiles.

He closed his eyes and took deep breaths as the pain slowly began to subside. He was almost smiling gratefully because his head had stopped pounding and then, all of a sudden, a blinding pain hit him in the middle.

He held his mouth and stomach thinking he was going to throw up and then, just as suddenly as it'd come, the pain was gone. He straightened up trying to get his breath back and a few seconds later the pain was back except that this time it had grown in intensity and was quickly spreading all over him. Sam tried to call his brother for help but he couldn't utter a word and when he stepped out of the tub and tried to make his way to the door, he felt his head spinning before everything went black.

Dean was tired, which was not surprising considering that he'd spent the night fighting witches and driving, and at some point he fell asleep. When he woke up, it was almost 5 a.m. He rubbed his eyes adjusting them to the dim light coming from the television and noticed that Sam's bed hadn't been slept in and that water was still running in the bathroom. His instincts clicked in immediately and in no time he was in the bathroom standing next to Sam, who was lying on the floor shaking uncontrollably and semi-conscious.

Dean felt panic threatening to take over but he kept it together and somehow managed to lift his gigantic brother and carry him to the bed. Dean hated the whole situation but was thankful for the sudden rash of adrenaline –there was no way he would have managed to carry an unconscious Sam otherwise!

Dean checked his brother again and confirmed that there were no major injuries, just bruises and shallow cuts. However, what worried him the most was that Sam was still shaking and barely conscious.

"Hey, Sammy, you hear me?" he asked slightly slapping Sam's face.

Sam opened his eyes for a second and managed to say "hurts…everywhere…cold…so cold" before closing them again.

Dean immediately threw the covers over him and tucked him in, but Sam kept shaking and clattering his teeth so Dean removed the comforter from his bed, covered his brother with it, and curled around him while he rubbed his arms and chest with his hands.

Sam was clearly exhausted. He'd been shaking for what Dean guessed was now hours and that had drained all his energy. He was now lying complete unaware of his surroundings, soft sobs and whimpers coming from him.

Dean thought he was going to lose it any minute. He had no clue what was wrong with Sam, what had caused this, and made a mental note about calling Bobby, but not before he succeeded in making Sam warm again since he didn't want to run the risk of his brother suffering hypothermia –the kid had been almost stone cold when he found his naked body lying on the bathroom floor.

So, Dean kept holding Sam close to him, whispering reassuring words in his ear and doing his best to help him warm up. Finally, after several hours, exhaustion took over and the shaking ceased. Sam fell asleep and soon after Dean followed.

When Dean woke up, it was already late in the afternoon. He noticed that Sam was sleeping soundly under the covers. He paid closer attention and heard his steady breath. He felt relieved immediately and guessed the whole thing was over –or at least the worst part of it. So, he stood up and stretched his limbs.

He was wearing the same clothes he'd worn during the hunt and they weren't particularly clean: the dirt and blood had dried and left a funny pattern on his jeans and shirt. He really needed a change of clothes and a hot shower to ease the tension in his muscles.

So, he looked at Sam one more time and since he seemed to be okay, he walked into the bathroom. A couple of minutes later, Dean came out feeling much better. He got dressed and realized Sam had kicked the comforter off the bed. He smiled realizing that his brother was feeling better.

He wondered if he should leave Sam alone while he went to get some food or maybe wake him up and make sure he was actually feeling better…or maybe, he could just wait till he woke up on his own. After all, the kid had had a hell of a night and was sleeping peacefully –finally.

Dean thought it better to wait and let Sam sleep some more but his stomach was of a different opinion and started growling. Okay, he was starving, he –they actually– hadn't eaten in almost 24 hours and, on second thought, Sam was warm and sleeping peacefully and he guessed he could buy the food and be back in ten. Dean kept pondering a thousand different scenarios and finally decided he could leave his brother unattended for a couple of minutes.

Dean rushed to the diner across the street and came back in no time with two orders of fries, burgers and beer…and tons of onion rings for his brother. He entered the room and saw that it was dark, just like he'd left it and that Sam was still asleep. So, he placed the bags on the table near the window, drew the drapes open and gently shook Sam's arm.

"Hey, Sammy, c'mon, wake up. You gotta eat something," he said shaking his brother's arm once again but a bit more forcefully this time.

Sam stirred and moved slightly under the covers and let go of a deep sigh but he was clearly not one bit interested in getting out of bed. Dean smiled confirming his suspicions: Sam was definitely feeling better, and the shakes had most probably been some side effect of the stupid ritual they'd interrupted. That was all. Nothing to worry about. And he let go of a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

Dean tried to remove the covers but Sam had a death grip on them and was softly complaining so he placed his hand on top of Sam's head and ruffled his hair. He immediately noticed that something was not quite right. Sam's hair didn't move the way it always did when he ran his fingers through it and then heard Sam shouting at him "Dean!" clearly annoyed but also awkwardly high-pitched.

It seemed that Sam noticed that something was wrong too because he went unusually quiet. They both remained silent for a few seconds and then Dean saw the covers moving and Sam sitting. However, Dean wasn't met by the figure of his gigantic brother, instead it was a girl.

Dean was totally confused: what was this chick doing here? She had a sweet-looking face, insanely long hair, and the peep he could take at her cleavage was highly satisfying: she was busty and best of all…they were real! There wasn't that much he could actually see because most of her body was under the covers…and her freakishly long hair –boobs included, damn it! However, the little he saw in those few seconds looked just fine…to tell the truth, it looked more than fine to him.

Dean forced his eyes, which so far had been rather busy staring at her rack, to shift to her face, and saw the girl was clearly scared. Her lips were parted, almost trembling, and her eyes were filled with terror and shock. Dean immediately realized she wasn't a threat and wondered where she'd come from and more importantly where his brother was, but then remembered there was a terrified girl before him and his protective nature kicked in.

He tried to help her calm down and spoke reassuringly "It's ok, sweetheart, there's no reason to be afraid" still wondering where the hell his brother was and mentally cursing him for putting him in this position. However, he knew he had to deal with this girl first. He locked gazes with her, his eyes meeting those sweet hazel eyes, that puppy-dog look in them, and it all finally sank in "Oh, shit!" he said, and then he added "Sam?"

At this point, Sam was already breathing so fast that he was almost hyperventilating. Dean was just as shocked and freaked out as his brother but knew that he had to keep it together for Sam's sake and finally managed to ask "Hey, Sammy, you okay?"

On hearing those words, Sam lost it "Are you fucking kidding me?" and then "Does this look okay to you, Dean?" he asked, cupping his bare breasts.

Dean smirked and replied "Geez, I don't know, Sam, looks pretty good to me!"

"Oh, you're such a pig!" Sam answered pulling up the sheets to cover himself.

"Sorry, just kidding!"

"Well, it's not funny, Dean, at all! I don't think you'd be kidding if this happened to you, if you had breasts…oh, God, I have breasts…wait!" and then Sam moved his hand down and started touching between his legs where his penis was supposed to be except that it was gone.

Dean saw the panic in his brother's eyes and then heard him saying "Oh, God, my dick's gone!"

Alright, that was a really really bad thing to happen to a guy, to any guy, so Dean resorted to his most soothing voice and said "well, Sammy, it figures, you turned into a girl so you have girl parts now" offering him a sympathetic smile.

Sam wasn't particularly thrilled to hear that, the reality of the situation slowly sinking in and his brother didn't fail to see it. "It's gonna be alright, Sam, we'll figure it out and we'll turn you back, ok? Now, tell me: are you feeling okay?"

"Gonna be alright? Am I okay? I'm fucking not okay! I'm a fucking girl, Dean!" Sam echoed his words exasperated.

"C'mon, man, meet me half way here."

"Meet you half way? How, huh? I'm a fucking girl!"

"Damn it, Sam, I know you're freaking out, I get that. But last night I found you lying on the bathroom floor, naked, and passed out. I couldn't get you warmed up and you wouldn't stop shaking!" Dean retorted looking seriously pissed. "So, stop bitching and tell me: .?"

Sam looked down a little embarrassed for his reaction and regretting the way he'd taken it all out on Dean and replied hesitantly "Yeah…I think I'm fine."

"You think or you are?"

Sam frowned thinking hard for a little while assessing his condition and then said "I am," slowly beginning to calm down.

"Good, that's good, all we gotta do now is find out how this happened. Think, Sam, what did you do when we ganked those witches? What happened exactly?"

Sam took deep breaths, closed his eyes focusing on the previous night and trying to remember every single detail. "I saw the guy on the altar so I went towards him to help him 'coz the naked girl was gonna stab him after you shot the old hag. I started fighting with her while you dealt with the rest of the coven and…"

"Yeah, you're doing great, and then what?"

"Erm…we ended up on the floor…her eyes were red, and she had claws, I don't think she was human…and then we fought for the dagger but I managed to take it from her and stab her in the heart with it. You were shooting the witches, I could hear you…and the naked girl seemed dead so I stood up and…"

"Hang on a sec, she seemed dead?"

"Yeah, I stood up and took a step away from her 'coz I wanted to check on the guy but then she…oh, shit!"

"What, Sammy, what?"

"I thought she was dead, she was really still and she wasn't breathing…but then she opened her eyes, dug her claws in my ankle and…chanted something."

"Ok, so do you remember the words? Any of it?"

Sam answered "no," looking defeated and terrified "I'd never heard anything like that before, it wasn't Latin or any language I've ever heard of."

"Ok, let's not freak out. Let's grab a bite first and then we'll start doing some research to undo this thing. You've still got the symbols and carvings on the altar, right?"

"Yeah, they're on a piece of paper inside Dad's journal."

"Great, we'll start with that."

Sam nodded and felt thankful because at least one them was keeping it together and thinking clearly.

Dean approached the table and got the food out of the bag and seeing that Sam wasn't moving he said "hey, aren't you hungry? C'mon, dude, you gotta eat! I got burgers, fries…and an extra order of onion rings!" winking and flashing him a wide smile.

"Yeah…erm…can you give me a shirt or something?" Sam requested blushing all shades of red.

"Yeah, right! Listen, I'll just go to the bathroom so you can get dressed, okay?"

"Okay."

Dean stepped inside the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Alright, now that he was alone, he could drop the act and stop pretending everything was just peachy. He paced the tiny bathroom breathing raggedly wondering how the hell they were going to fix this. He noticed that his steps were getting louder and louder and there was no need to have Sam full-on panic mode again so he stood before the sink, letting his hands rest on it, and looked at his reflection on the mirror. However, he didn't like what he saw: chest heaving, eyes wide open, trembling lips…panic written all over him.

He knew he couldn't let his brother see him like this so he took a few more breaths, washed his face, and adopted his usual devil-may-care attitude. Then, he noticed several minutes had passed and guessed Sam should be dressed by now. He leaned on the door and spoke loudly "hey, Sammy, are you decent?"

"Yeah."

Dean opened the door and stepped outside the bathroom to find Sam standing on the opposite side of the room, clearly uncomfortable, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, head down, eyes focused on the ratty carpet as if it was the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen.

Dean looked up and down at this girl standing there trying to find some traces of his brother. Sam had lost a lot of weight and at least 9 inches in height. He –she?– was still pretty tall for a girl but his female version was way smaller, therefore, the shirt he was wearing swamped him. It was so large for his new form that he'd had to roll the sleeves all the way up to where his elbows used to be, and Dean guessed that if Sam wore a belt, the shirt would easily pass as a dress. And then, there was the hair. It was the same shade of brown and just as wavy, but it was so long, waist long, actually. Dean saw Sam growing increasingly uncomfortable and thought it better to stop staring.

"Good, you're dressed now…let's eat, okay? I'm starving!" he said trying to sound casual.

Sam just nodded in response and sat at the table. They both ate their meal quietly. It was obvious that they were both too freaked out and trying to process everything that had happened and not ready to talk about it yet. Not that they thought it necessary. They just had to find the way to turn Sam back and things would go back to normal…at least they hoped so.

TBC

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