3: "What if Sammy was a chick?"

Alright, I'll just skip the address from now. No matter how I put it, it still sounds girlish.

You know... I've been thinking about something all day. What if my beloved baby brother was a baby sister instead? What if Sammy was a chick?

I've been asking me this because he kinda does all the tasks that are considered female. Well, for us that means mostly shopping, you know, getting our groceries, but he's really devoted to it. He fulfills this task with as much passion as I do cleaning my weapons.

So... what if he was a girl? I guess he would be called Samantha.

I wonder if Samantha would be as tall as Sam is now. That would definitely be tall enough to work as a model. Though I don't believe she'd get a lot of jobs – can't imagine she'd be a real beauty because Sam isn't that beautiful at all. And why should he be more beautiful as a chick?

Oh, we would definitely need separate bedrooms. 'Cause I think she would have a whole army of cosmetics and would spend like three hours in the bathroom. The only advantage would be that I wouldn't be the one that occupies the bathroom the longest any more.

And would Samantha be anything good as a hunter? I'm not sure... The way Sam already fusses about everything is bad enough but as a babe? I'm sure she would be moaning about breaking her nails all the time. On the other hand her nails could probably come in handy – we wouldn't need a shovel to dig up graves. The fighting abilities are an interesting issue. Sam is rather good at it, even I have to admit that. Question is if Samantha would be good, too? Just imagine she'd be such a hot chick like Charlie's Angels... Whoa... whoa... no, wait. We're still talking about my brother here, right? Ugh. Disgusting.

I bet I'd be the hotter babe anyways. I'm the more beautiful guy after all. A natural beauty remains a natural beauty, no matter what. I bet I would've been the prom queen and surely would've won a lot of beauty competitions...

Which leads me to the question why I never participated in one of those male beauty competitions like Mr. Universe or whatyacallit. I would have won easily. I wonder if I'm already to old to participate.

Note to myself: Check the rules of Mr. Universe or any competition like that.

However. We just stumbled across a shapeshifter. One of Sammy's friends gave us the hint. I tell you, she's hot. Damn, I wouldn't mind receiving a little "thank you" for helping her, if you know what I mean. Of course, I have to help her first. We just met her.

Dean

Addition: I KILLED MYSELF! Well, not actually myself because then I wouldn't be writing this obviously. I killed the shapeshifter – that was in my shape. It was strange. Really strange. I mean, we are dealing with strange things every day but that was... weird. Weirder than anything before. When I shot him I was like: "I just hope that's really the shapeshifter and not me!" What?! It is confusing to shoot yourself. At least I know now that I look good even when I'm dead.

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