Dean woke up still wrapped in Sam's embrace. A smile flickered over her face, and she snuggled in closer to him. Bright morning sunshine filtered in through the curtains, lending the room a hazy glow that made everything seem golden. Her body felt deliciously sore as she lay there. She could feel Sam's slow even breath's against her neck, lightly tickling her. She pulled one of Sam's hands up and kissed the palm of it. She smiled as his fingers curled over the spot.
A giggle escaped her as his breathing changed, and soft kisses were pressed along her shoulders, and on her neck. She turned in Sam's arms and kissed him briefly. She knew she had morning breath, and didn't want to disgust him. Sam rolled his eyes, and kissed her deeply. She got his message and opened herself up to him. Sam rolled so that she was on top of him. The comforter lay pooled around their waists, leaving the silken skin of her back free for his hands to glide over, his calloused fingers making her nerve ends tingle. His eyes met hers, and he pulled her into another kiss, only for them to break away and scramble to pull the covers up as the door to the bedroom slammed open.
Their surprise quickly turned to something akin to horror as they took in their father looking at them with shock on his face. "Sorry Sammy, miss. I was just looking for Bobby." John said quickly turning to leave. They watched as he shut the door, then waited until they heard his boots making their way down the hall.
Dean turned to Sam, her face white, "Shit Sammy, we're fucking screwed!" she hissed. She jumped out of the bed and scrambled into the gaucho pants outfit. "He'll eventually figure it out. What do you want to do?" she asked as Sam got out of bed, and got dressed as well.
Sam looked at her, "I don't care what he thinks, I just want you Dean." Sam whispered, his eyes staring into hers. Dean felt tears sting her eyes, and blinked them away. She smiled a her brother, and nodded in agreement. Truthfully she wasn't worried about what he'd think so much as what he'd do. Their father was not one for reigning in his actions. Sam pulled her close and kissed her, a hard swift kiss that melted her inside.
They both took a deep breath and made their way down the stairs to where their father was waiting. John was sitting in the kitchen sipping at a beer when they entered. He looked at his youngest son who he'd just walked in on. The kid had grown up since he'd last seen him. Damn it, he'd been trying to stay away from his boys. "Sorry about that Sam. I was looking for Bobby and saw Dean's car outside. I thought he might know." John looked around, ignoring the girl in favor of looking for his eldest son. "Speaking of Dean... Where is he?" John asked.
He did however notice the girl flinch when he said that. He turned the full weight of his stare on her. She was a pretty petite thing. Her eyes were down cast so he couldn't see their color, but her hair was a pretty burnished gold color, and her skin was porcelain. She looked like a doll next to his enormous son. She reminded him of his Mary. God how he missed her. He saw Sam look between them out of the corner of his eyes, and felt a niggling of suspicion in his mind. "What's your name girl?" he growled.
Sam opened his mouth to say something, but John cut him off, "Quiet Sam I wasn't talking to you." he said. Something wasn't right, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Sam ignored it, "But didn't you want to know where Bobby is Dad?" he asked.
John looked up from the girl, momentarily distracted, "Where is he?" he asked, his brown eyes drilling hard into Sam.
"He's hunting a black dog. Not exactly sure where. I know it's within at most a two days drive. Bobby said he'd be back in a couple of days." Sam said, he knew his dad wouldn't be distracted for long, but it gave Dean some time to decide what he wanted to do. Dean looked at him, a slight quirk to her lips letting him know she knew, and was thankful for the few extra seconds to think.
John nodded his head, a hunt, maybe Dean had gone with... He immediately dismissed the idea. Bobby was enough to hunt a black dog. He looked back at the girl, and saw her looking at Sam. He could finally see the color of her eyes. Clear green, he knew those eyes. He felt a sick feeling of dread start in the pit of his stomach. "What did you say your name was girl?" he asked, his voice a near whisper.
Those pure green eyes flew to his before flicking down, only to quickly fly up to meet his again. "I don't believe I did, sir." she said, her voice cool and clear, it was a soothing, melodious voice. He felt the sick feeling spread.
"Don't play games. What is your name?" he demanded, his palms sweating, but his skin feeling icy.
The woman swallowed, and glanced at Sam who just smiled at her, his gaze accepting. John could see the love in his eyes. The woman turned back to him, "I'm Dean." she said. John felt his world crash around him. He couldn't say anything. His tongue wouldn't work. He watched how the two stood close to each other, comfortably, intimately. His son, his eldest, had turned into a girl. His mind didn't want to wrap around it, especially not when the thought riding coattail was that he had walked in on his sons about to have sex, or had they already had sex? They'd been naked. He shook his head and sat down heavily.
Dean glanced at Sam, she hadn't been expecting this, yelling and screaming, yes, but not this heavy silent collapse. She could see on Sam's face that he felt the same as she did. "Dad?" she asked hesitantly.
John looked up at her, he opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He closed it and swallowed before trying again, "What happened So-Daugh-so... Dean?" he finally got out.
Dean licked her lips and let out a nervous giggle, "Er, a witch hit me with a spell... Um, Sammy killed her, but uh, as you can see, the spell worked. And erm... we haven't found the counter spell yet to fix me, so... ah yeah." she said.
John stood up and towered over her, "How does that lead to you and Sam- you and Sam... Fuck it, How did you end up sleeping with your brother?" he asked a hint of bite finally entering his voice. The shock was wearing off, leaving him feeling sick, and a bit angry. He didn't know who at, but it was definitely there.
Dean grinned, "That's the easy part to explain. I seduced him." she said. The memory made her feel warm inside, she could see from the blush that graced Sam's face, that he felt the same.
John was speechless. He didn't know what to think. It was wrong, incest was wrong, but they looked happy. He hadn't seen his kids this happy ever. "I think I need to go outside and think for a while you two. Sam keep her safe." he said then quickly strode away.
His kids watched him, their mouths open in surprise. Sammy protect Dean? Since when? Wasn't he always the one telling Dean to protect Sam? "Does he think me being female makes me any less capable?" Dean hissed. Sam could practically see a bushy tail fluffed up in irritation as he watched his sister. She grumbled to herself and set about making breakfast. Sam set the table then got out of her way so that she didn't turn on him. Dean happened to catch his eye, and she saw something in them that she couldn't identify, but it made her feel warm inside. She blushed lightly, and finished making breakfast, her temper having cooled.
When the food was done Sam called their father in to eat. John sat down and ate in silence. Sam and Dean glanced at each other. John finished, and scooted his chair back, "When you two are done come into the living room. We need to talk." he said, then left the kitchen.
Dean swallowed her bacon, "I suppose we should hurry, huh Sammy?" she asked quietly. Sam nodded, and they ate quickly. When they were finished they put the dishes in the sink and walked out into the living room. Their father stood in front of the fire place, and motioned them to sit in front of him, on the couch. They complied, and looked at him, keeping their mouths shut.
John took a deep breath, "Are you two happy?" he asked. His boys looked stricken by his question, before nodding, and answering that yes they were. John closed his eyes, and rubbed them before opening them to look at his children. They were slightly turned towards each other, as though in need of support from the other. "Alright. You've got my blessing. I can't promise that I'll never have issues with seeing it, but I will try. I have always wanted for you two to be happy." he said.
Dean looked at her father, and felt tears fill her eyes, she leapt up and threw her arms around her father, "I love you dad." she sniffled, tears running down her cheeks. Sam saw the uncomfortable look his father had, he always got that look when emotions were thrown around. Sam got up and gently pulled Dean into his arms.
"Thank you Dad." he said softly as Dean sobbed against his chest. John just nodded, but he looked grateful that Sam had taken the sobbing woman off of him.
John cleared his throat, and turned away. "I'll be staying here until Bobby comes home, and I'll hope he doesn't fill me full of buckshot." he said, muttering the last part. Dean snorted, but didn't comment, and Sam looked at them confused, but Dean just shook her head, and grinned at him.
"Alright," Dean said rubbing her hands together, her tears gone, "let's go have some shooting practice." she said, the two men looked at each other, both relieved that her tears had stopped, before following her out the door.
