I am so sorry it's been so long without an update. I've kinda been busy. I've been working a lot of overtime at work, so when I'm home all I wanna do is rest and recuperate! So I haven't had much time to think about this story...or at least get the ideas down on paper and typed up. Also I got a new puppy! She's super cute and fuzzy. She's a Pyrenees mix that I got from my neighbor. Hopefully she takes after her mom in the size department and doesn't get too big. Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 3

A throbbing, pulsing pain finally managed to drag the eldest Winchester from his slumber. He groaned as he made an assessment of his body. He felt like he had been run over. His head was pounding in time with his pulse and his stomach was flipping like a gymnast. Slowly Dean opened his eyes. His vision was fuzzy as he looked around the vaguely familiar room. He was glad the curtains were still drawn closed. He wasn't sure that he would be able to take it if the sun was shining through the large window across from the bed.

Gradually the events of yesterday filtered through Dean's foggy mind. He couldn't remember making it to his room after Mel's little party, but he figured Sam must have carried him in as much as it embarrassed him. Dean slowly crawled out of bed. A bottle of Gatorade and two Alieve were on the bedside table. After taking the pills and chugging the spots drink, the hunter went to the adjoining bathroom to take a shower. He smelled of wood smoke, and his face felt sticky. Looking in the mirror, Dean noticed he had chocolate and marshmallow goo around his mouth and on his cheeks. As he began to undress he saw his fingers, then his toes. Two different colors of nail polish covered his nails and most of his toes. There were a few messy lines on his fingers. He smiled at the memory of painting Mel's nails. He was sure hers looked worse since he had no idea what he was doing to begin with.

The hot shower did a lot to help ease his headache and the tight muscles across his shoulders. After a few minutes of relaxing under the hot water, Dean washed quickly with the neutral smelling body wash and shampoo that Mel had left in the shower. The door opened as Dean was stepping out. He shrieked while trying to cover himself. Mel looked at him with an annoyed glare. Without a word she pushed a bundle of clothes into his arms and picked his dirty ones off the floor. She was gone before Dean could recover from her shock.

Dean lay out the clothes she had given him. He recognized the shirts from when Sam had been trapped in her body. Mel had given him a lavender color t-shirt with tiny sleeves, and a grey and black plaid shirt. He frowned at the pair of pants she had given him to wear. He was taller than her still, so he wouldn't fit the legs of her jeans. No to mention, he was pretty sure he had fuller hips than her petite frame. Mel had also given him a bra and pair of panties.

Dean blushed at the thought of wearing the underwear. The tags were attached, so he knew they were new, but it was just the thought. He used the time it took to dry himself to mentally prepare. After removing the tags, Dean slid on the panties. He was surprised at how comfortable they felt against his skin. It was better than his boxer briefs, but he liked how much his underwear covered. These panties made him feel like his ass cheeks were hanging out. The bra was next. Dean could have kissed Mel when he saw it was the kind of bra women just pulled over their heads like a shirt. A quick adjustment of his new boobs, and Dean was ready to finish getting dressed.

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Sam was right. Everyone woke up with a hangover of some degree. He assumed Mel and Dean had the worst since they had drunk the most, and pretty much passed out. Mel had been difficult to wake. Even Ian had a hard time, and he relentlessly teased her for sleeping on Sam. Sam was content to let her continue lying on him until nature had called. He managed to pull her hands loose from his shirt and get away before she could get a better grip. When he returned she had moved to the dining room table. She was still wrapped in her blanket but now she was sipping on a large mug of coffee.

Unable to resist her sheer adorableness, Sam gave her a kiss on the top of her head before heading to the kitchen for some coffee. Mark and Ian were making brunch and asked him to help, so that was where he stayed. Ian showed him how to cook pancakes while he and Mark cooked scrambled eggs and bacon. Sam enjoyed cooking. He had never cooked anything that didn't involve a microwave or just boiling water, so he was excited when he managed to not burn any of the pancakes. Not all of the pancakes were perfectly round like Ian had made them, but they were cooked to golden brown perfection.

The three of them finished and brought the piles of food to the dining room. Sam was disappointed that Mel was no longer at the table, but her blanket was still on the chair and her mug on the table. She was coming back.

Mark was setting plates down while Ian placed coffee cups and silver ware on the placemats, and Sam was carrying a carafe of coffee when Dean came in. "These pants Mel gave me are way too short," he complained. "I know she's small, but seriously," he looked to his brother as he gestured at his bare calf. "This is ridiculous."

"They're capris you dumbass," Mel growled from behind him. Her arms were raised as her fingers deftly pleated her hair down the back of her head. "Of course I'm not going to have jeans that fit you. Not only are you taller, you wider than me. You're lucky I had an extra sports bra, since I'm bigger than you in that department." Her hands froze as she shot a look to Sam. "We'll go shopping later. You can pick some better clothes then."

Dean didn't miss the sudden blush staining her cheeks, or his brothers when he looked at him. Mel finished braiding her hair before sitting at the head of the table. Dean wondered what was going on between his brother and their psychic friend. He had a feeling he was going to have to remind his brother of his track record with women. Breakfast, or rather brunch, passed silently. Everyone was too busy eating and nursing steaming mugs of coffee for chatter. It didn't help that everyone was still mildly hung-over.

Once the meal was finished and everything was cleaned up, Mel, Sam and Dean all went outside to take care of Dean's poor tire. Mel had been right: Dean wanted to remove the tire himself. He wouldn't even let Sam help when he was obviously struggling. It took almost twice as long to get the tire off than it would have normally taken Dean. He hadn't realized he had lost so much strength. Now his arm and back muscles burned and ached. Sam carried the tire while the two women walked towards Mel's gigantic garage.

Mel led them past her classic cars, the farm trucks, and a new SUV, and into a room that she hadn't shown them the last time they were there. Inside were various types of machines. There were wood working machines, welding materials and other metal working tools, and a few automotive tools that the brothers recognized. Mel headed over to those. She took the tire from Sam and set about removing it from the rim.

Dean watched carefully as Mel removed the Schrader Valve to finish deflating the tire. He knew she wouldn't let him touch her machines to fix the damn tire himself, so he settled to watching her like a hawk. She glared at him a few times, so he knew she had heard his doubting thoughts about whether she knew what she was doing or not. His doubts washed away though, once she had the tire quickly repaired as good as any professional he had seen. Dean relented to having Sam put the tire back on the Impala. He wasn't sure he would be able to get the lug nuts tight enough with his new wimpy body.

After the tire was back on, Mel announced it was time to go shopping. Dean had wanted his brother to come with him, he was worried about what Melody would buy for him, but the gigantic bitch said he was still tired. Dean drove carefully along the gravel road. He didn't want another flat tire in the middle of nowhere. Melody gave him directions to a decent tire shop when they got into Manhattan. The attention the men gave his car made Dean feel better about this trip. A couple of the younger guys in the shop had slipped him their phone numbers. Once his car had new heavy ply tires, the two of them were off to the mall.

Clothes shopping had to be near the top of the list of things Dean Winchester hates. Melody tried to make it bearable by joking and trying on horrendous outfits to cheer him up, but he simply hated it. It was a huge relief when Mel announced that they were almost done after she had bought a few pairs of jeans, some plain shirts, and even dragging him through Victoria's Secret for underwear. Dean thought he would have enjoyed going to enjoy going to the lingerie store, but it was horrid. Mel tried once again to make it easier for him by volunteering to measure him for bras that would fit. It was less awkward than a stranger touching him, but not by much.

Mel was now dragging him into Hot Topic. Dean almost dug in his heels, but decided it wasn't worth fighting her. She pointed out where the band tees were while she looked at the display cases of gauges. Dean was pleased when he finally found some shirts with bands that he actually knew. The material was super soft and the designs were made to look like vintage concert shirts. He picked five of them: two different Led Zeppelin shirts, a Pink Floyd, a Metallica, and an Aerosmith tank top. Mel was waiting for him at the counter. She smiled when she saw the arm load of shirts he had.

The young man working the register scanned the tags on the shirts and removed the security tags, and then scanned for the gauges and earrings Mel had picked. Dean was floored by the total. He hadn't bothered to look at the price of the shirts. Mel didn't even blink an eye as she handed the cashier her debit card. She gathered the bags and headed for the exit.

"Mel, you don't have to spend this much on me," Dean said suddenly feeling guilty. "I mean I'm only going to be like this for a few weeks, right? There's no sense in spending so much."

Mel looped her free arm around Dean's. "When you're back to normal, I guarantee you that I will keep these shirts. I can always return the jeans, but I'll probably give them away." She laid her head on his shoulder as they walked toward the food court. "I'm doing this because I want to, Dean. I don't want you to feel guilty. You don't get spoiled enough."

Dean almost pulled away. He wasn't use to others doting on him so it made him feel awkward. He tried to cover his awkwardness by looking away, but instead noticed a few people stared at them. "Aren't you being a little too friendly? I mean you know I'm really a guy, but people might get the wrong idea."

"Oh Dean, you worry too much." Mel laughed at him, but moved her head off his shoulder. "Pretty much everyone who is looking at us thinks we're sisters, or close friends. And does it bother you that much that people would think that you're a lesbian? Would you have sex with a man in that body?" Dean's cheeks turned dark red. "Of course not," Mel answered before him. "So it's fine. No one cares, really."

At the food court Melody and Dean got an extra-large pizza from her favorite genuine New York-style pizzeria to split. Dean knew he would have no problem eating half to the enormous pizza in his old body, but he questioned it now in this much smaller one. Mel didn't seem to care about his internal crisis. She immediately dug in. By the time Dean decided he would just eat as much as he could handle, she had already eaten half of one of the large slices. As they continued to eat, they talked about how each of them had been since they had last seen the other. They exchanged stories about their younger brothers that they wouldn't otherwise be able to tell with them present, and made comments about the people walking around them.

Dean was surprised when the pizza was gone. He had managed to eat three of slices, which meant Melody ate the rest of the pizza. The older hunter stared at the tiny woman. There was no way from looking at her that Mel could eat most of a gigantic pizza herself, but now Dean knew otherwise.

Mel looked around them to make sure no one was watching them before she held her hand over the box and made a fist. The cardboard box crumpled into a ball as she closed her hand. She looked at Dean, amused by the dumbstruck look on his face. "It's too big to fit in the trach can, and I'm not going to try and fold it up to fit like an idiot." She grabbed their bags and the ball of greasy cardboard. "Let's get back. I bet to boys are hungry."

Dean laughed before following her. After she disposed of the remains of their lunch, he took the bags from her and offered her his elbow. The way her smile seemed to light up her whole face and the way her nose scrunched up made his heart swell. In many ways Melody reminded Dean of Sam when he was a kid and looked to him for everything. Sam still did in many ways, but with Mel I was like having an even younger sibling. He really hoped that nothing would ever change that.

If anyone wants to see Dean have some sort of humorous misadventure while he's stuck as a girl let me know. I'm thinking about making him have a period right before he changes, but any other ideas would be splendid! Thanks for reading and please leave a review!