Sam paced the motelroom, running her fingers nervously through her hair. ""You're sure he said he'd have it?" she asked Cas for the umpteenth time. Cas rolled his eyes. "Yes, Sam. He was very confident, and if you had seen the look in his eyes, you would be too." She looked out the window to the parking lot, again, and sighed. "Yeah, but you're talking about Dean here. He can..." The familiar rumbling of the Impala's engine cut her short. She shot outside and as soon as Dean got out, she hugged him tightly. After which, she punched him in the shoulder. "Hey! What the Hell, Sam!" She fixed him with a super bitchface. "You ass. You had me worried sick!" Dean's shiteating grin appeared. "I told Cas I had it. Now let's get inside. I don't feel like telling the tale more than once." In the motelroom, Cas and Luna sat, waiting patiently, while Abigail slept on Dean's bed. He looked at her once and shook his head. "Sam, you know I don't like dogs on my bed." Sam just rolled her eyes and took a chair. "Shuddup. Now, tell us, how did you get rid of those demons so quickly? The way Cas told us, there were even more coming." Dean looked around, seeing every face turned to him. "Only about a dozen or so." Sam blanched and put a trembling hand to her mouth. "That's almost double the amount!" Dean frowned at her. "Yeah, so? I had a plan. I had them surrounding me, and I kept them talking, until I saw them all. Then I just called them maggots." Cas started laughing. "So simple. I bet it was effective though!" Dean grinned at him, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "Sure was! I just picked them up and fed them to the birds." That got Sam and she started laughing until she cried. Suddenly the laughter died and she just cried. Dean and Cas looked at her, startled. "Sam... Sammy. Heyheyhey, what's wrong?" Bewildered, Dean sank to his knees, next to the sobbing girl that was his brother. Sam couldn't answer. She just sobbed and hiccupped. "Oh boy..." Luna grabbed the tissues from the bedstand. "Guys... Leave this to me. I think the female hormones have caught up with Sam. She is just overwhelmed and doesn't quite know what's going on. Am I right, honey?" Sam nodded and burried her head in her hands. "Right, boys... Outside... Wait... First: a nightgown?" Dean shrugged, but Sam silently indicated a plaid shirt, hanging over a chair. Luna made a face. "Seriously?" More nodding. Luna shrugged. "Allright then, your choice. So, like I said: boys... Out." Dean spluttered, but the idea of hanging around while the girls did 'girltalk' scared him enough to give in. "I'm going for a beer. Coming, Cas?" Cas looked uncertain. "Dean, technically, I am not a boy." Dean grabbed him by the arm and started towards the door. "Semantics, Cas. Do you really want to hang around while the girls 'emote'? 'Cause I definitely don't!" And with that, Dean pushed the struggling angel outside and closed the door. Luna smiled and shook her head. "Come on, Sam. We'll get you into your... nightgown. And then we talk, ok?" Sam nodded and Luna helped her undress.
Several hours later, Dean and Cas stood outside the motelroom, the first slightly inibriated, the latter sober and both worried. Luna came out and shut the door softly. "Allright. She's asleep, but I found something out." Dean gulped. This could spell trouble with a capital T. "So, thanks to the female hormones, Sam really was worried sick. Her male memories told her that you'd be ok, but hormones don't give a hoot about that. Call it motherly feelings." Dean looked confused. "So that's what the hugging and then hitting was all about?" Luna grinned at his stunned face. "Oh HELLS yeah. A mother, whose toddler puts a pencil in the wallsocket, will first hug the kid for being fine, and then scold it for trying to get electrocuted." Cas bit his lip, trying to figure this out. "So, Sam was not really hurt?" Luna smiled at him like a mother who sees her two year old solve a puzzle. "No, Cas. She was just overwhelmed by emotions she never had before. Males tend to see things in a different way. And since Sam used to be male, the female way confused her immensely." Dean, in his befuddled state, drew a conclusion. "So now Sammy will always be a woman, because the hormones caught up?" Luna hadn't thought of it that way, and she looked stumped. "I... I actually don't know." Dean looked forlorn, and Cas, with unparalelled understanding of his friend's mind, said to Luna: "Why don't you get Abigail and then I can take the two of you home for the night. You all need sleep. I think Dean needs some time alone too." Luna looked at the greeneyed, tipsy man and agreed silently. He looked awfully upset. She whistled for Abigail, picked her up and let Cas fly them off. Dean hardly noticed them go. He stumbled into the room and sat down next to the sleeping form of Sam. Painfully familiar, yet infinitely alien. Dean felt his eyes sting and he was glad Sam was out cold. "Sammy..." He wiped a strand of hair out of her face. The hair looked and felt the same as always, but the face was all wrong. Dean sighed. "Geez, Sammy. I never wanted this. How am I supposed to be ok with this? I've just stopped worrying so much about you, because, hey, you're a strong moose of a guy. You've shown me time and again that you can handle stuff, but now... Now you're weaker. No offence man, but if you, the old you, had clocked that demon, it would have been k.o. for an hour at least..." Dean shuddered at the memory of the demon towering over Sam. That broke him. Tears started dripping down his face. "I'm sorry, Sammy... I'm so, so sorry. I'm sorry for calling you a girl, I'm sorry for calling that ignorant jogger a jackass and I'm sorry for calling Abigail a bitch... Hell, I'm even sorry for turning Crowley into a Hell monkey... I just wish I could turn it all back." Sam turned over in her sleep and Dean just sat there, watching her tearstained face twitch in dreams. After a while he sighed, wiped at his own tears and went to bed, hoping that being a woman would grow on Sam, and that he, Dean, could handle having a sister.
