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Summary:

Before their world crashed down around them, Mary Winchester always wanted a daughter. When Dean wakes up as the wrong sex, Sam is having the time of his life mocking his big 'sister' and the boys have to take a pit stop to figure things out. NO WINCEST! I don't do that.

Disclaimer: You know the drill, don't own 'em but one day I will make my way to a crossroads and that'll all change…

Not the longest chapter but hopefully you'll enjoy it none the less. Just wanna thank you for the kind response to this fic :D So thank you!! And I really really enjoyed writing Sam in this chapter (smiles wickedly). As for season… definitely set in Season 3.

Hope you enjoy!

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2. Whatsername

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Without even asking Dean, Sam outright told him that they were going back to the bar. He hadn't even given his brother a chance to protest as he declared he was going out for a couple of coffees, grabbing his duffle and pulling on a clean shirt and some jeans.

As he zipped his jacket half way up and reached for the door, he turned to look at Dean, "Err Dean.."

"What?" Dean asked; his voice huffy and irritable.

"You're not gonna turn out to be some demon chick posing as Dean… whilst the real Dean is locked up somewhere are you?" The thought had occurred to him; after all it just seemed a lot more believable than the idea that Dean had been turned into a girl.

Dean shot Sam a look that clearly said 'what the hell type of question is that', and his voice fell into a monotone but sarcastic drone, "Very clever Sammy, you have just foiled my whole plot… yes, I am in fact a demon chick and now I must kill you." But then his voice was back to huffy and irritable, "What do you think? Of course I'm me!"

Sam nodded, grabbing the handle and opening the door. Yep, definitely moody enough to be the real thing.

As soon as Sam was out the door, Dean stood up to get his duffle, throwing it onto the bed before unzipping it and searching through it. Great, just great. He glanced in the mirror at the other side of the room, barely catching his reflection but what he did notice was that he had the body of a five foot nine athletic chick and there was no way in hell his clothes were gonna fit him. Oh shirts would be fine; he could just wear them baggy but jeans…

He dragged a pair from the bag and pulled them on, cringing as he did so. Way too big and definitely too long… Scowling, he rummaged through the bag once more, he was sure he had a belt in there somewhere.

"Yes!" He exclaimed, pulling it through the belt hooks, "Perfec- what? No way!"

He stared down at the belt, pulling it in to fit his new body, swearing loudly when he noticed yes, it would keep his jeans up, but only if he added an extra hole. And of course Sam would have to walk back into the room as he was piercing his belt with his knife.

"I swear to God, if you laugh even once I will kill you." He warned, pointing the knife in Sam's direction before letting it fall onto the bed so he could fasten the belt, "This is my favourite belt an' all and now it's ruined!"

"Dude, you look like a runaway or tramp… maybe both." Sam sniggered, trying his best to keep a straight face as he placed the coffees on the table.

"And this…" Dean announced as he pushed the locks of golden hair from his face and scowled, "it refuses to stay where I put it!"

"That's why you tie it back…" Sam mocked, watching as his brother fought with a stray strand dangling in front of his left eye.

"And here's me thinking of just grabbing my knife to slice through it all." Finally, he relented, letting the stray strand stay where it was as he sat on the edge of the bed and sighed.

"You know before we do anything we really should find you some clothes that won't make you stick out so much…" Sam grinned, knowing how much the thought of wearing women's clothes would drive Dean crazy.

Growling, Dean reluctantly nodded in agreement, pulling on some oversized socks and not even attempting to try anything with his boots. "You know, you're enjoying this way too much and you're gonna seriously pay when I get back to normal."

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Dean leant against the Impala as Sam went into the motel office with a story about a stolen bag and needing somewhere that sold clothes. He wrapped his jacket around him tighter, sulking, his head lowered in a vain attempt at not drawing attention to himself. He could feel the cold ground from through his socks and he looked down at his feet, never realising before how much he would miss his boots if he couldn't wear them. God, he missed them now…

It wasn't until he heard footsteps coming towards him that he looked up. Sam, still grinning like the Cheshire cat, strode up in front of him, biting his lip to stop from laughing.

"Well?" Dean demanded, crossing his arms impatiently and eying his brother.

"There's a store in the middle of town, won't take long to find." And he was still smiling as he walked around to the driver's side to open the car, "Oh, and he told me to give you this."

He passed a small piece of paper over the roof to Dean and climbed into the car. Opening the door, Dean lowered his head inside to look at his brother questioningly, "What is it?"

"I believe its David's number..." And the smile grew even wider, "He thought you were cute but I told him your phone was in the bag that got stolen… so he gave me that to give you."

Dean's mouth worked up and down for a moment or two, unable to speak. But he finally found the words he wanted to say, "I hate you."

"I thought I was being helpful." Sam feigned innocence, "Now get in the car Sis' so we can get moving."

"Any more remarks like that and I will end you." Dean snarled, folding himself into the passenger seat and making sure to elbow his brother hard in the ribs as he did so, "Let's just get this over with, okay?"

Dean remained silent after that most of the journey into the middle of town, and as short as it was, it made Sam worry that maybe he was being just that little bit mean… He was supposed to be the sensitive one after all, thinking about other people's feelings and yet, when he thought about if the roles were reversed he would be getting a lot worse from Dean.

"So I was thinking…" He said solemnly, glancing at Dean and waiting for a response.

Dean eyed Sam suspiciously before looking back out the window, "And what were you thinking about?"

"Your name…" And he saw Dean grow a little more tense, "I mean, if it were me… no one would question Sam, but what sort of name is Dean for a girl? I was thinking I could call you Sophie, or Priscilla… but I mean… it's gonna be your name so you should choose."

"You even think about calling me anything like that and that's it, I'm taking you to a crossroads and swapping you for a dog…" He glared at Sam, delicate features looking deadly, "They talk less."

Sam just smiled in reply as he pulled up over the road from what appeared to be a clothes shop. He was getting out when he heard Dean mumble something beside him. Turning to look, he saw a puzzled expression cross his brother's face as he stared out of the window, gaze following someone.

"Wha?" Sam asked, gaining Dean's attention.

"That girl…"

"What girl?" Sam pulled himself from the car and looked over the roof of the Impala at the path. There were several girls walking there, but it seemed whoever Dean had been referring to was no longer in sight.

"I'm sure I recognise her…" Dean carried on, climbing out of the Impala and closing the door behind him.

"One of your many conquests, maybe?"

Dean shook his head, glancing back down the path as he walked around the car as if expecting the girl to reappear, "And I could have sworn she stared right at me…"

Sam looked his brother up and down once again and snorted, "Dressed like that, you're getting quite a few stares Dean. It's not that surprising really."

Dean's eyes dropped to survey himself and his body visibly slumped in a further sulking manner, as if he'd been hoping to have magically been changed back by now. And very, very reluctantly he followed Sam over the road and into the store. His vision was immediately attacked by vivid pinks and bright yellows, short skirts no larger than the belt he was wearing, frills and lace, flowers and cute cartoon animals…

And he just knew that Hell had come calling early.

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