As promised, here is the 2nd chapter. The next few chapters are already written and I'll updating regularly every few days. I'll happily accept constructive criticism, anything that will help me develop as a writer. Please review and enjoy.
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Sam and Dean stared at each other in shock for several moments before Sam started to recover from finding out his brother has been turned into a woman. It was a testament to how strange their lives were that it took so little time.
"What the hell?" the woman repeated.
"Erm... it's okay... we can figure this out" Sam replied. His brother (sister?) just stared back at him with scared and half crazy eyes which brought up a small bubble of laughter.
"Figure this out?!" She spat back as she jumped onto her feet and looked around frantically. "Who are you? And what the hell was that?!" she shouted and gestured to where the witch had been standing. Sam's half smile at Dean's freak-out died instantly.
"You don't remember me?" Dean shook her head "What... What do you remember?"
For a moment, there was silence then the girl spoke up again "I... don't know. I can't remember anything." Sam silently cursed, closed his eyes and moved to pinch the bridge of his nose when the pain in his shoulder spiked again. He gritted his teeth and looked at Dean, really looked. Her face looked almost the same, just more feminine and softer. She was shorter than normal, not a massive difference, but definitely noticeable. She still had short light brown hair but it was longer, came down just past her chin in a layered spiky bob. She was holding herself around her stomach as if trying to stop herself from falling apart.
"Are you in pain?" he asked softly
"No-more than you" she replied. Sam nodded and gritted his teeth against the dizzy spell that followed.
"Okay... Well. My name is Sam. I'm your brother..." he waited for a sign of recognition but non came. "Come on, I'll take you somewhere safe" Dean looked at him and her eyes wondered down to the knife still in his hand. After a little hesitation Sam offered it to her as a sign of good faith, she took it and followed her brother back to the motel.
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Sam opened the door to Dean's room and she warily followed him inside. Castiel was on the laptop at the table, researching with an angel blade within his reach. He looked up as the two entered, his eyes widening as he saw Dean.
"This is Cas, he's a friend" Dean nodded and sat down at the table but didn't make a move to put down the knife. After a second of gaping, Cas got up and signalled for Sam to follow as he moved to the far end of the room.
"What happened?" Cas whispered, careful for Dean not to hear as it was obvious she couldn't remember anything. Sam then went on to explain as best he could how the witch they had been tracking for the last week had ambushed them, sent Sam flying and had put a spell on Dean.
"Would you like me to look at your injuries?" Sam frowned as he realised that his pain had receded quite a lot and he was no-longer dizzy or nauseous. He rolled his shoulder as a test, and though it still hurt, it no-longer felt broken. He couldn't explain it, but Cas could. Cas had found out about Ezekiel's presence weeks ago but was unable to tell the younger Winchester.
"No... no I'm fine" there was a short pause as Cas looked back over towards Dean.
"What have you told her?"
"Not much. She knows that I'm her brother, that we're hunters and that the witch took her memory. That's about it. I don't even know how to approach the fact that she's really a guy... and, I don't think she'd take it very well, I mean... that's really out there... Luckily she hasn't asked her name yet." Cas thought about that for a while. He didn't like keeping secrets, especially not from Dean. But it was probably the best way about it. Who knew how this woman would react if she knew the truth... No, it was best to lie.
"That's true" he sighed "perhaps we should not tell her. Dean was named after your grandmother 'Deana'. It would be easy enough to refer to her as that until we fix this"
Sam and Cas both went back to sit by Dean. The three of them ate dinner together and answered all the questions that 'Deana' asked without letting on that she wasn't really a woman. After about an hour she decided that they probably weren't a fret to her and put the knife onto her lap, still in reach but out of the way.
"So..." she yawned "where am I crashing?" Cas pointed to one of the beds.
"That one's yours" she nodded and walked over to it. She sat down and began to untie her shoes and stopped suddenly.
"Why are my clothes this big on me?" Sam had luckily already thought up an answer. He forced a laugh.
"You lost a bet" he smiled, she smiled back. "Okay... well my room's next door. So... I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow" he said awkwardly and walked out. Cas stood, unsure what to do, before going into the bathroom to get changed for bed. He thought over the events of the last couple of weeks, Dean had saved him from April, the Reaper-for-Hire that was out for his life. He got there just in time to see her stab him. Ezekiel had brought him back to life, but Dean had told Sam that he made the reaper do it before killing her. Now he stayed with them and helped on hunts. But, since most motels didn't have a room with three beds, they had to get two rooms. And with all the angels after him, Dean had made sure Castiel wasn't the one on his own. So it had become normal for him and Dean to share a room. But, there was something uncomfortable about the idea of getting dressed in front of Deana that wasn't there with Dean. He couldn't explain it.
When Cas re-entered the room, Dean was already in her bed. Her eyes found the mass of scars covering his chest and stomach. There were a lot of questions she wanted to ask, but she already felt she'd asked too many, so instead she lay back down and closed her eyes.
"Goodnight Cas" she whispered as he turned off the light
"Goodnight Deana"
