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Summary:

Before their world crashed down around them, Mary Winchester always wanted a daughter. When Dean wakes up as the wrong sex, Sam is having the time of his life mocking his big 'sister' and the boys have to take a pit stop to figure things out. NO WINCEST! I don't do that.

Disclaimer: You know the drill, don't own 'em but one day I will make my way to a crossroads and that'll all change…

I've really been enjoying writing this story. T'is fun! Hope you enjoy reading it too. Anyway, usual thank you to everyone who's reading and thanks for the encouraging reviews, they mean a lot to me :D Here we go! Update!

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9. Goddess on my knees

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It looked like no one had been in the house for years and thinking back to all the abandoned places Dean had visited in the past, it definitely fit the bill. The wallpaper was peeling, coming away in grimy strips; the carpet had been lifted long ago, leaving dusty wooden floorboards behind and Dean was sure he could smell something akin to rotting flesh. As soon as he was through the door, he heard locks sliding into place behind him as the Kishi Chris locked the door.

He stood still for a moment, finding himself frozen in position as he heard Chris coming up behind him and felt him place a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, you're brother won't find us here." He whispered into Dean's ear, sending a shiver up and down his spine.

"That's exactly what I'm worried about." Dean mumbled low enough so the Kishi didn't hear him.

"Come on, kitchen's this way." Chris smiled, biting at his lip as he surveyed Dean, hunger evident in his eyes.

He loosened himself slightly; reminding himself silently that he was a hunter and followed, careful to watch his environment, making notes of possible weapons and routes that he could use to get away. He couldn't help the way his eyes kept falling on the back of Chris' head as he attempted to stare through the thick black hair to get another glimpse of those glowing blood red eyes.

Maybe he'd made a mistake, maybe it had just been a trick of the light and maybe the obvious hunger of the man in front of him was purely sexual. Then again maybe he was screwed to hell and he was gonna get himself eaten.

"I've got a few leftovers… but you won't want any of them." The Kishi joked as they entered the kitchen.

And Dean nearly gagged, partly at the thought of even touching the leftovers that the Kishi was referring to and partly due to the skittering insects inhabiting the kitchen, creeping over the filth ridden surfaces. He quickly raised a hand to cover his mouth in disgust, realising that if the Kishi wasn't even gonna try to trick him into eating something then it was way past hungry and moving quickly onto ravenous.

"Little nervous there, aren't you?" Chris asked with a smile on his lips. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck once at each side, grabbing his head firmly and turning his body around so it was facing Dean. His head remained in place, human face staring ahead as fingers clawed at the thick black hair, pushing it away from the hyena features so they were no longer hidden.

"My grandma, what big teeth you have." Dean snarked upon seeing the thing reveal itself. He took a step backwards away from the creature in front of him as it drew closer.

"I can tell I'm gonna like the taste of you, all that spunk…" The new face growled at him, the eyes sharing the same hunger as the human pair.

"That depends on whether you like your food salty… 'cause I sure as hell do."

The hyena face actually grinned, showing sharp discoloured teeth dripping with saliva and the long pale tongue that ran over them. Opening its jowls wide, it lunged at him, landing on all fours as he stumbled backwards out the way. Typical Winchester luck and his left heel broke, causing him to lose any footing he had on the mini torture devices that had been killing his feet all night and bringing him crashing down to the ground just short of the Kishi.

He pushed his body backwards and managed to flip himself over, the Kishi's long nails digging into his lower calf as he did so. A backwards glance made his heart thud even faster as the thing pulled him towards it, not caring about the blood it was spilling. He turned to his side a little and kicked out, but it held none of the power it usually did and only served to make the creature angry, its nails digging in deeper as its other hand swiped at Dean's free leg.

But he struck out again, aiming this time, and grinning momentarily in success as his non broken heel found its way into the creatures left eye. Both hands flew up to the Kishi's face as it howled out in pain, leaving Dean to scamper forwards and find his way to his feet once again.

Thin straps tore easily as he pulled at the shoes on his feet, knowing that there was no way he could even think of escape whilst still wearing them. He let them fall to the ground with a thud and without a second glance, ran into the side room, slamming the door closed just in time to hear the Kishi thump against it.

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"It's a dead end." Stacie announced, leaning forward from the backseat and squinting at the road in front of her, following it all the way to the wall blocking their exit.

"Yeah, I kinda noticed that… and seen as you led us this way…" Sam growled at her, quickly reversing into a k-turn and turning the car around.

"You don't have to listen to me!" She moaned, falling backwards again in a huff, "I told you, I don't remember too clearly…"

"Unless you start to remember clearly my brother's gonna wind up slaughtered and cooked."

"Oh, no… this guy prefers rare meat." She corrected as they pulled up at the junction they'd taken the wrong turn at.

"That just makes me feel a whole lot better." He snarled in reply, scrubbing a hand through his hair in frustration, "Which way?"

"I'm pretty sure of everything up to this point… just try straight… I think I recognise that row of houses."

"You better be right about it this time."

"I wanna see this bastard killed just as much as you do!"

"Nah, me… I'm more bothered about seeing Dean alive when we get there."

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He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, leaning against the door as he tried to gather himself. "Okay… what do I do? What the hell do I do?" He muttered, feeling the door shake as the Kishi slammed against it once more.

"Where the hell are you Sam?" He growled out, opening his eyes and glancing towards the lightly draped window. The street was empty except for the green Camaro parked out front, if he could only reach it without being seen... A quick glance around the room and he had a plan forming, a second door stood open on the joining wall and if he could sneak through that and out the house, he'd be home free.

Another slam against the door pushed him forward a little and he swore, knowing there was no way he could keep the Kishi out for much longer in the form he was in. He hated to admit it but he was weaker and much more vulnerable as a girl and it scared him. There was a chest of drawers just off to the right and he reached out, grabbing at the edge. His hand slipped away and he swore, inching towards it a little and reaching out once more this time managing to lock his hold.

It scraped slowly across the floor as he dragged with all his strength, focusing so much on the chest that he didn't hear the Kishi stop until it was half way in front of the door. He stood puzzled for a moment, heart hammering and breathing haggard. There was a movement behind the door and Dean faltered, eyes darting towards the other door just in fear.

He scrambled forwards, reaching the door at the same time as the Kishi and cursing loudly as he tried to slam it in the creature's face. The thing's arm flew out though, colliding with the door as it threw itself forward and into the room towards Dean.

"You've really made me work up an appetite" The thing ground out as it stalked towards him, relishing the smell of fear in the air, its jowls snapping at him.

He was backing away once again, shuffling across the ground until his legs bumped into the old rotten sofa stopping him from going any further, "What can I say? I have that affect on people… and things."

It leapt towards him ferociously, gripping him tightly as they both went bowling over the sofa and landed with a loud thump on the hard floor beyond it.

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"See!" Stacie called out triumphantly as she pointed towards the Camaro parked out on the street, "Told you!"

"Well, congratulations. Your guess work finally paid off." Sam bit out, pulling up just behind it and jumping out to move towards the trunk. He popped it open and reached inside for the Desert Eagle Dean always liked to use, checking that it was loaded with silver bullets before stowing it round the back of jeans and reaching in for his choice gun. He was stopped mid bullet check though as a scream ripped through the night air, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to rise.

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