Chapter Three – In Your Dreams

Dean woke with a start; flushed and tingly. It felt strangely nice, but at the same time something was wrong. He climbed out of bed, his small, feminine feet landing on the carpet with a soft thud, and walked towards the bathroom.

It wasn't until the warm water hit his tired back, that Dean remembered the dream. An illicit, incredibly kinky, Kevin Cronin, of REO Speedwagon, in a shower dream. Of course, he had been Jo in the dream… was it her dream? He wondered, shuddering and feeling like he was going to heave. While it was something he thought he'd never see, at least it showed Jo had some wild cat potential. The strangest part was it hadn't stayed Kevin.

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Jo woke up as she hit the ground with a thud. She groaned, pulling herself up. The dream… well, she couldn't remember what the dream was. But it can't have been good if she'd fallen off the bed… unless it was that good.

The young Harvelle pulled herself up off the floor, distracting herself from the dream with thoughts of her revenge schematics as she wandered into the bathroom. It wasn't until she was standing under the stream of boiling water that the perfect idea ran straight into her head, like a kid into a door.

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Dean was wondering whether he should tell Sam. On one hand, Sam, being nerd-boy, would have more of an idea if it was possible he had actually had Jo's dream or if it was a product of his over-stressed mind. On the other hand, he really didn't want to confess that he had just had the most disturbing dream in his life. He still couldn't get his head around it. It was completely disturbing… though if it was actually Jo's dream… Still, he'd had a goddamn dream that he was Jo. Jo, in a shower, getting all hot and steamy...with himself.

"Are you okay, Dean?" Sam's concerned voice cut into his thoughts, as he wandered out of the bathroom. He looked up.

"I'm fine. I think I had Jo's dream. Is that possible?" Dean asked before he had a chance to change his mind. Please, Sammy, do not ask what the dream was.

"Why do you think it was Jo's dream?" Sam asked, ignorant to Dean's silent pleas.

"Because it's not a dream I would have. Besides, it was from Jo's point of view." He skidded around the awkward information that he really did not want to disclose to his brother.

"Oh…kay. I guess it could be. I mean, we've seen crazier, right?" Sam replied, after a short pause.

"There are plants and hoodoo and stuff that can give you front row seats to someone else's dreams, so I think it's more than possible. If not, then it's the statue's guess at her dreams… I mean, it's supposed to teach you two a lesson, right? It fits." Sam finished, his explanation ringing in Deans ears and around in between them as he thought for a second.

"Well, that is a relief." He muttered softly, yet loud enough that Sam could hear him. Sam raised an eyebrow in response.

"I still think we should talk to Bobby." Dean started to shake his head in disagreement.

"Bobby isn't going to believe this. Not without seeing us, and Jo together…" Sam nodded, realising his brother was right. The only problem was getting Jo to cooperate.

"I'll give him the heads up that we are coming, and then we'll see about Jo, okay?"

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Despite their concerns, Jo turned out to be in agreement about getting Bobby's help. After all, she didn't want to be stuck as Dean for the rest of her life. The Impala purred happily as it rolled into Bobby's car yard, and came to a stop near the house.

"Good to see you. Where's Dean?" The older man asked as he held the door open for him. Dean, in Jo's pretty little meat suit, muttered something with a high profanity content as he walked past. Bobby raised a confused eyebrow, as he started to wonder if Jo was possessed or if she just had PMS. He wouldn't really put it past Dean to piss the girl off, like she obviously was. Still, something wasn't right.

"We'll explain in a second." Sam told him, politely. "In the mean time, can I get a beer?"

It was only a minute later, as Dean was opening his beer, that Jo walked in. He froze. Sam, however, choked on the amber liquid, spraying beer everywhere as he tried not to laugh.

"What the fuck," Dean swore weakly, in a heightened state of shock. "Did you do?!"