(Three months later)

I ran. I ran faster than I ever thought I could. It was midnight on a full moon and I got the wonderful job of hunting down the overgrown mutt. Since Dean has been really sick lately and Sam, well Sam is Sam, I volunteered to hunt it down myself. I really need to stop being so nice all the time because it doesn't get you anywhere. I was chasing after it but now it's the other way around and I'm the one running from it with a jammed shot gun and a twisted ankle. I jumped over a log and dodged a tree branch but I could still hear it crashing through the brush right behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw its yellow eyes flash, coming right for me, its jaws open in a snarl as saliva flew from the wolf's panting tongue. I turned my head back around in front of me and kept running. After a few more paces I blasted out into an open field, tripped over my feet and rolled across the ground. When I finally came to a stop and rolled over, the werewolf was walking towards me on its elongated hind legs. The pale full moon light up the creature's body and I was finally able to get a good look at it. Its body was covered in rough gray fur, three inch black claws were attached to every digit, it had a bushy short tail that wagged back and forth behind its hunched form, and the two pointed ears on top of the wolf's head moved constantly. I stood slowly and grasped the barrel of the shotgun preparing to smack it in the face with the hard brown end of the gun. I flexed the muscles in my arms before bringing the gun slamming into the werewolf's snout will all the strength I could muster. The impact was so hard it un-jammed the shotgun and flipped it completely out of my hands. The werewolf roared with agony and struck out against its attacker, cutting me clean across the collar bone and mid shoulder. I yelled out in pain and fell backwards, my dew covered sneakers slipping on the wet grass, but for once that was a good thing. I landed on top of the gun and wrapped my fingers around it before I rolled quickly to the left as the werewolf slashed once more sending chunks of the grass where I had just been into the air. It came for more but I was ready for it this time and the moment it lifted its paw to kill me I fired the shotgun into the wolf's stomach. It let out a loud yelp before dropping to the ground with a thump, landing on its bleeding midsection. I let my hands go slack and they fell back onto my sides as I took deep breaths to try and get my breathing under control. After a moment the werewolf stopped breathing, its yellow eyes filming over, staring at me as its heart stopped as well. I only looked at the creature with discuss, hating every part of it. As my adrenaline wore off the pain in my shoulder became more constant and agonizing. Fresh crimson covered my shirt and oozed down my back and I slowly clamped my hand down on the gashes. I let out a whine of pain, my face contorting and eyes closing. I knew I needed to go to the hospital and get stitches but another part of me knew if Dean found out that I was hurt he would never forgive himself for letting me go out here alone. I made my way back to the Impala, threw the shotgun in the truck, and grabbed a white towel that was sitting in the floor boards. I pressed it against my shoulder with a wince as I lowered myself into the seat wondering what the nearest route was to the hospital.

(Two hours later)

After going to the hospital, dealing with the nursing staff, and getting over 400 stitches I made my way back to the motel 8 we were staying in. I killed the engine in the parking lot and just sat in the car, deciding what to do. My shirt was torn and bloodied, showing the clean white bandages that covered my chest and shoulder. I was just hoping that both Sam and Dean were asleep so I didn't have to play one hundred questions. I got out of the Impala with a wince and slipped my key inside the door, sticking my head inside first before going completely in. The soft glow of the television illuminated Dean and Sam's sleeping bodies. Dean was on his back, his left arm twisted under him at an awkward angle and the covers entangled with his legs. Sam was on his side, his back facing me, and I let out a sigh of relief that they both were asleep. I changed my clothing, cleaned myself up, and slowly slid into the bed next to Sam. I looked at the ceiling for about an hour, just hearing them breathe before my eyes slowly got heavy and I felt sleep pulling me in.

(Nightmare)

I was Sam and we were back inside the old jail. It was clear that we were franticly looking for Dean as his screams rang out through the entire place. I ran down the corridors, my arms pumping at my sides, and took the stairs two at time as I entered the basement. His screams were getting louder and I could see a red glow coming from the jail cell at the end of the hallway. I ran to the room and my eyes went immediately to the burning ceiling expecting to see mom pinned to it but this time it wasn't mom, it was Dean. His eyes were pleading with me to save him, help him, but I couldn't do anything.

Wolf-"DEAN! DEAN!"

I screamed over the roaring fire as tears ran down my face and turned around quickly when I heard a thump behind me. Sam stood in the doorway with a gun pointed at me.

Wolf-"Sam we need to save Dean!"

Sam-"No. You can't save him, not anymore."

Sam growled in a demonic voice as his eyes flashed yellow and the gun in his hand fired on its own. I hit the ground, blooding poring from my chest, and heard Sam laughing in the back ground, laughing like Isobel.

(End Nightmare)

I sat straight up in the bed with a yell and emedently gasped, grabbing my shoulder in intense pain. I looked over with my eyes squinted, noticing that Sam wasn't at my side, and also noticing that Dean was staring straight at me. His face was concerned even though the dark circles under his eyes made him look more tired than concerned. He put his hands together and stared at me.

Wolf-"What?"

I asked even though I knew why he was staring at me. It was best not to open my mouth until I knew why he was giving me the-I'm-your-brother and-I-want-to-know-what's-going-on-look.

Dean-"You wanna tell me why you've been screaming my name all night?"

He asked with hard eyes which made me roll mine.

Wolf-"Dean I'm fi…"

Dean-"You're not fine so who are you trying to convince that you are because it sure as hell isn't me. What's going on and I'm not going to stand for more of your comments to try and get out of this. You're erratic, you're not eating, and you're lying about everything. Are you going to tell me or do I have to come over there and beat it out of you?"

I rolled my eyes once more, not wanting to hear what he had to say as I got up from the bed and proceeded to walk away from him.

Dean-"Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you."

Dean said and grabbed my bad shoulder to try and turn me back around towards him. I tried to hold it in but I yelled out in pain and quickly pulled away from him, clutching my injured chest. His eyes went wide as he stepped in front of me and lowered his head to look me in the eyes.

Dean-"What happened?"

Wolf-"I'm fine Dean, really I'm fine."

Dean-"Don't lie to me. Take off your shirt and let me see."

My head jerked to the bathroom door as it opened and Sam stepped out from hearing the commotion going on.

Sam-"What's going on?"

Dean-"Wolf's hurt."

Dean said without looking up at Sam. Sam's face fell and he stepped towards his siblings, throwing his dirty clothing on top of his bag without even looking.

Dean-"Take it off."

He said with a more forceful tone which made me turn my head back towards him. I smiled stupidly and looked up at him.

Wolf-"You're kidding me right."

Dean-"Do I look like I'm kidding?"

He asked as I looked over his face seeing how serious it was. I looked up at him before slowly reaching for the corners of my shirt.

Wolf-"Help me."

I said while struggling to get the shirt over my head with a hurt arm. Dean sighed and took the material in his hands. I put my hands on his stomach to steady myself when I felt something that defiantly wasn't right. His stomach was no longer flat and hard like it always was. It had a bump that was forming and getting close to extending over his jeans. When Dean realized that my hands were on his stomach he moved me backwards pretending that he needed to get a better look at me. He touched the bandages gingerly before slowly pulling them off to revel the stitches and the red skin. I looked up and into Dean's guilt filled eyes.

Dean-"How many?"

He asked as he ran his callused fingers gently over the stitching.

Wolf-"I'm not sure. I stopped counting when they went over two hundred. Dean, don't blame yourself for this. It was my fault. I made a stupid move and got myself hurt."

Dean-"I should've never let you go out there alone. This would of never happened to you if I was with you."

Wolf-"No I would of happened to you or to Sammy. I would rather it happen to me then both of you."

Suddenly Dean felt a wave of anger that his sister would rather hurt herself then hurt them. He tried to control it but it was like no anger he had felt before.

Dean-"You know Wolf I'm so tired about hearing how you would rather hurt yourself then see us get hurt. You had no problem with hurting us back at the jail, and you've done your fair share of stupid moves too, so don't go pointing fingers at me when you're just as bad. You can be such a bitch."

Sam-"Dean!"

Sam said loudly, not believing that he had just ripped into Wolf like that. I ripped my shirt out of Dean's hand roughly, feeling like my heart had just been put in a vice grip, and hot tears burned at my eyes. Dean blinked rapidly feeling lightheaded as the anger passed as quickly as it came and he looked down at my hurt expression.

Dean-"Wolf come on you know I didn't mean that. I don't know what's been wrong with me lately. Come on look at me."

His voice was soft and he went to put a hand under my chin to lift my face up. I pulled away from him before walking around him and heading for the door as I slipped my shirt on.

Dean-"Wolf wait a damn minuet."

Both Dean and Sam made their way towards me and I had to do something to stop them from following me. All I wanted was some time alone to figure out what was going on. I turned quickly, my fist balled, and punched Dean in the jaw. He fell backwards taking Sam down with him. There was a dull smack as Sam's head connected with the bed post and soon both of them were out cold. I looked down at them as I rubbed my fist, tears slowly streaming down my cheeks.

Wolf-"Sorry."

I whispered and headed out of the motel room and towards the nearest library. I needed to find a book on Latin spells.

(library)

I pulled the fourth book of Latin spells out of the shelf and sat down at my table that was piled high with spell books. I opened the old book and blew the dust off the pages so I could see what I was reading. After 10 minuets passed I was about to give up completely, but when I flipped to the last page, there was the spell.

Book-"Vampures Encantartam Impregnieam-Also more commonly know as the impregnation spell. Used by a witch in the 17 century who was responsible for the deaths of over 300 men. Who ever is hit with the direct blast of this spell will be impregnated with the fetus of the being who said it. The spell works on both sexes. If the host is male he will die at the end of the nine months. If the host is female, which is less common, she will deliver the child and be killed soon after. The spell only works on one person at a time, but any who are hit with the after wave of the spell will be affected as well. The person or persons affected by the after effect will change bodies. To test to see if the spell was successfully used on a host say "Identifico" in their presence. This will cause a chain reaction, making the fetus grow rapidly for a moment before going back down to normal size causing immense pain.

I slammed the book shut and coughed when dust flew all around me. So Dean is pregnant and Sam and I are switching bodies. Oh my life just gets better all the time. I thought sarcastically as I placed the book back on its shelf but not before ripping the page out of it. I looked down at it, thinking. This can't be happening, it just can't, but it would explain the way Dean has been acting lately. Hormonal fluctuations, morning sickness, weight gain, everything. It would also explain why my green eyes are getting hints of Sam's dark green in them. I slipped the page in my pocket and headed out of the library when I froze, spotting Dean and Sam at the front counter looking around at everyone. My eyes slowly went to Dean as he leaned casually against the counter on his side and right arm, his left leg supporting all of his weight, and I couldn't help but let my eyes drift to his stomach. My eyebrows rose in unison as I looked at the bump that was barley hidden by his grey t-shirt, the bump I had felt earlier, and I shook my head in disbelief. Dean can't have a child inside him, but why else would his stomach be growing bigger as each month passes? All the food he eats gets thrown up in the end, but he's still gaining weight weekly. I never expected pregnancy to be the answer to what was going on with him. I slowly came out of my thoughts as Sam's eyes landed on me and he tapped Dean's arm and pointed towards me. Dean stood upright, called my name, and took long strides towards me. I suddenly turned foot and ran away from them, heading towards the back exit. Dean told Sam to keep chasing her and he was going to head her off around the back way knowing that neither of them could match Wolf's speed. I ran as fast as my legs could take me at the moment, dodging in and out of aisles, trying to make Sam loose my trail but he was inching closer with every person I had to avoid. I finally hit the emergency exit hard with my arms, thinking I was free, but as I fell out of Sam's grasp I fell right into Dean's. He opened his arms to me and grabbed me around the waist tightly as I struggled against him.

Wolf-"Let me go!"

I yelled as I kicked my legs around franticly. Dean pulled back hard, used to how much I used to weigh, but he wasn't prepared for my weight loss. He brought me crashing to the ground with him, but he still didn't let go.

Dean-"Calm down!"

Wolf-"Let me go!"

Dean-"Calm down first!"

Dean yelled and still kept his strong arms locked around me. I was getting dispirit to get away from him and I finally resorted to saying the words that were in the book.

Wolf-"Identifico!!!!"

I bellowed and Dean let me go almost immediately, his hands pulling away from me so fast that it knocked the wind out of me when I hit the ground next to him. Sam ran up behind me and knelt down, helping me up into a sitting position with his hand on my back.

Sam-"Are you okay?"

I went to answer but I couldn't find the words, my mouth just opened, and my eyes watched Dean in horror. He had rolled onto his side, curling around his stomach in agony as he felt something move inside him before the pain worsened. Dean let out a groan and clutched his stomach as it slowly expanded, pushing outwards before going back to the way it was once before. He breathed hard, his hands shaking from the shock of what just happened to him, and he looked up at Sam and Wolf.

Dean-"What the hell did you do?"

He asked Wolf as he rolled onto his back, the sharp pains now turning into dull throbbing, but the bump was still there. Dean clutched at the material of his shirt above his stomach as he rolled back over to face them when Wolf didn't give an answer. He grimaced, showing his white teeth before he clenched his jaw and looked at Wolf.

Wolf-"It's not what I did. It's what Isobel did."