Title: Switchback - Chapter Eight
Author: Cyn
Summary: An easy kill turns strange.
Warning: gender switch, incest (well, sort of)
Category: AU
Legal Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. I am just borrowing them long enough to write this story and then I will put them right back, I promise.
Author's Notes: Read a story like this one. Started running scenarios through my over active imagination and this story was born.
Rating: MA - Language/sexual ambiguity
Spoilers: Everything UIp To Now
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Sam.
The voice seemed very far away. Sam tried to open his eyes, but they refused to cooperate. He brought his hands up and rubbed his eyes trying to clear them. He finally opened them to find his father staring down at him shaking him gently.
"Sam?" John said again as he continued to shake his son awake.
"Yeah." Sam finally managed.
"Come on, Son." John coerced. "Wake up."
The memories of the ritual and the day prior came back to Sam in a rush. He sat up quickly almost bumping into his father.
"Is something wrong?" Sam asked concerned.
"No, no." John said. "Everything's fine. Check for yourself."
Sam threw his legs over the side of the bed then stood and walked over to where his brother lay. There on the bed was Dean, his brother, Dean. Dean had transformed back into his male self.
"When?" Sam asked turning to face John.
"Started about 20 minutes ago." John said. "The strangest thing I have ever seen. His female features just kind of melted away."
Sam moved to touch his brother's forehead. He was almost sure he'd feel some kind of fever, but Dean's skin was cool to the touch. He breathed a small sigh of relief then turned back to John.
"Go catch some sleep, Dad." Sam said. "I'll keep and eye on him for awhile." John nodded returning to the bed where Sam had been sleeping.
Sam stood by Dean for several minutes just staring at him. Sam hadn't realized just how much he'd missed his brother until he saw him again. Sam knew he'd miss the woman his brother had been, but this was Dean's true form and Sam couldn't help being happy to have his brother back. He smiled to himself then sat down on the chair his father had vacated and watched as his brother slept.
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"You look like crap, Little Brother." Sam snapped awake not realizing that he'd dozed off.
"Thanks, love you, too." Sam said as Dean smirked. They turned to see John watching them both.
"Morning, Dad." Dean said lifting himself up slowly from the bed.
"Morning." John said. "How you feeling?"
"Like a truck hit me and left me for dead." Dean said. "But, I'm back to normal, so it can't be all bad, right?" John snorted a laugh and nodded.
"How about I go get us some food?" John said standing up and stretching. "I could use some coffee."
"Food. Yes. Good." Dean said shaking his head enthusiastically. "I'm going to get a shower while you're gone."
"Be back in a few, boys." John said disappearing out the door.
"Are you really okay, Sam?" Dean asked. Sam saw the concern in his brother's eyes.
"I'm fine, Dean." Sam said a sad smile on his face. "As much as I miss the girly you, I can't think of a better replacement than the real you."
"And, don't you forget it." Dean said winking at Sam as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
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Their father returned a few minutes later laden down with bags from a fast food restaurant. He set the bags along with a drink holder with three large coffees.
"Breakfast is served." John said picking up one of the coffee cups and rummaging through one of the bags.
Sam wasn't exactly hungry, but he knew he had to eat. Otherwise he'd hear a lecture from either his father or brother or both. He dug through the bags pulling out three breakfast sandwiches and grabbed one of the remaining cups of coffee.
"Dean showering?" John asked around a mouthful of food.
"Yeah."
"He looked pretty tired still." John said. Sam could hear the concern in his father's voice. "You should probably stay a few more days until he gets all his strength back."
"Just us?"
"I can hang around for a little while." John said meeting his son's gaze.
"Thanks." Sam said.
Just then the door to the bathroom opened and Dean appeared. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair was still damp. He smiled when he saw the bags of food.
"All right food." He said heading in the direction of the food bags. "I'm starving." He took one of the bags and the last cup of coffee and plopped down on the bed he'd been sleeping on and dug in.
"Did you eat like that as a girl?" John asked suddenly. Dean smirked and Sam snorted a laugh. "I'll take that as a yes. Very nice."
"I didn't figure I'd stay that way forever." Dean said around a mouthful. "Beside, lady-like behavior is highly overrated."
The end.
