Sam sits at the table, his laptop open, his father's journal open also, as he struggles to find some kind of jumping off point for them to at least start with. He's also struggling with several other things, like coming to terms with at least temporarily having a big sister and the possibility of Lizzy having to become a lesbian for some time. After all, that kiss was… something. Amazing really… and Sam shakes his head to empty the very wrong thoughts that just can't seem to be stopped. He's never seen this chick before and even though it's his brother in there his mind really would like to pretend it's not. So fucking not right.

"Dude, it's not that bad," Lizzy's voice can be heard through the walls as she and Dean are inside the bathroom trying to make something work for his older sister to wear. Clothes make the man Dean used to tell Sam every now and then when he would make fun of something his little brother chose to wear. He wonders if Dean believes that clothes also make the woman and if so what kind of woman does that make Dean. God this whole thing is past awkward.

"L, don't touch the boobs," Dean says in an annoyed and angry tone.

"But it's just me…"

"Don't care!"

Just as Sam thought; Dean's going to be a real bitch about everything. He can't blame his brother, of course. Sam can't even begin to imagine what he'd do if he woke up a woman. A whole new form, a new look, everything nowhere near what it's supposed to be. It sounds awful and scary and he has to wonder how Dean will get through this.

"You walk around like this every day!?" Dean says with much shock.

"Ah, yeah," Lizzy says with obviousness. "And I hate to tell you Hot Shot, but your boobs are… big."

"Shut up about the boobs already!"

"I'm sorry but they are! They're bigger than mine."

"No way."

"Yup. I'm a thirty-four C. I'm pretty sure you're rocking some solid D's. See?"

Mental images not needed at this point, Sam starts to freak out once more. This whole thing is way too weird for him. He has pictures of two women comparing breast size running through his mind and it's all too much for him to remain collected through.

"Mine don't fit you well but you can't walk around without a bra," Lizzy explains quickly. "Trust me, you will get plenty of unwanted attention if you do."

"So gross," Dean immediately says with total disgust over the idea of being checked out.

"Exactly."

The Impala is a great place for research. Maybe Sam will go out there he thinks.

"Take that off, man," Lizzy laughs a little through the wall. "It's way too small. Try one of my sports bras."

"Put that on the list of thing I never wanted to be told ever in my life…"

Sam picks up his computer and laptop and knocks on the door of the bathroom.

"I'm gonna go wait in the car, ok?"

"Yeah!" Lizzy calls out to him. "Be out in a little bit."

After that, Sam's out the door in just a couple seconds flat and tucked away in the passenger seat of the Impala which is far, far away from what's happening in the motel room.

"Just sit still for like one more second," Lizzy directs in an utterly flustered tone. She works to put Dean's mid-length hair in a ponytail. She figured Dean wasn't used to ever having hair fall in her face so up it goes as Lizzy attempts to make her as comfortable in her own skin as she possibly can be.

"Ow," Dean complains when Lizzy snags a knot with her hairbrush and pulls.

"Suck it up, Winchester," Lizzy brushes off.

Dean bites her tongue to prevent any kind of rude or hurtful remarks from getting out. This whole hair thing sucks. Why would a chick ever choose to have long hair he'll never understand. It gets in your face, it hurts when it gets knots in it, and it's just plain fucking annoying. Now he has to ask Sam what his problem is. Long hair sucks ass.

"Almost done," Lizzy brightly declares as she wraps Dean's thick hair in an elastic. Once done she looks at Dean straight on to check her work. "Perfect. Come on." She holds out her hand and with reluctance Dean takes it. Lizzy leads her out to the main room where there's another, not broken mirror over a dresser. She pulls Dean by the shoulders to get in front of it, standing behind her while she observes herself. "Not so bad, right?"

Dean chose what he felt most comfortable wearing. He stuck with the Van Halen t-shirt that Lizzy always wears and is so old it's practically the most comfortable thing she owns. Plus, it isn't very form fitting which is good. She has on a pair of Lizzy's jeans which are held on by a tan leather belt to keep them in place. Dean's new body is thin with small hips. Lizzy certainly has hips so her jeans were a little big. Dean also chose to wear his own green army jacket that his wife gave him when they first met. There was something just plain comforting about having it on and today is a day for the small comforts in life. It's a bit big but she'll manage. She also is borrowing Lizzy's black combat boots. They're a little tight but will do for now. Her hair is up and her face in full view.

For the first time, Dean looks at her own expression for what it is rather than try to search for the man she's used to seeing in it.

"Crap."

"What?" Lizzy wonders, thinking she got something wrong.

"I would so hit on me," Dean sadly tells Lizzy as he leans closer to the mirror.

"Yeah, you probably would," Lizzy agrees instantly, knowing it's true. "But you feel good? Like, comfortable and like yourself as much as you can?"

"It's about as good as it'll get," she answers honestly, feeling less exposed and much more ready to actually go out in public… but only if she has to.

"I think you look great," Lizzy says in her best cheerleader voice. Damn it she's trying her hardest here.

"You always think I look great," Dean answers, looking at herself still and trying to familiarize with the face she sees.

"That's right," Lizzy answers, her arms coming around Dean's waist and hugging her tight from behind. "Always."

Dean closes her arms over hers and sighs. Coolest. Chick. Ever.

"Considering how freaked out you were when you woke up, why are you doing so well with this now?"

Lizzy contemplates for a moment. "I think when I heard the mirror shatter it scared me straight. I realized I was more worried about you being safe and unharmed than I was about anything else."

"Hm," Dean shrugs, taking the answer for exactly what it was. She looks in the mirror at the both of them together. "Well at least we still look good together," she points out and pulls Lizzy to her side, bringing an arm around her shoulders. "Actually, we might look better now than we did before."

"Honestly," Lizzy starts as she takes a solid look at them in the mirror. Two quite beautiful looking women wrapped around one another. "I think we're gonna turn some heads around here. I don't think we're this town's normal kind of couple."

"They're just gonna have to deal with it then" Dean tells her.

"Yes they will. And speaking of being freaked out, I somehow think you're doing way better than you should be all of a sudden," Lizzy points out. "You seem kind of… at ease right now."

"Nah, that's all you," Dean assures her. "You're pretty calm through this so it's just rubbing off. If you weren't calm, I'd be a total wreck."

"Good to know the kind of influence I have over you," Lizzy smiles with the knowledge and steps in front of Dean, arms circling around the taller woman's neck. "You hungry?"

"Kinda," Dean lies. She's not hungry at all but one of her biggest tells is when she's actually not hungry. She'll force down some food if it'll keep this calming Lizzy here and by her side.

"Then let's go get breakfast," Lizzy answers, craning her neck to kiss Dean chastely once before letting her go.

"Why are you so cool with suddenly having to kiss a girl?" Dean asks with a lowered brow, the ease Lizzy has in the situation somewhat boggling her mind. Dean's not even sure she's cool with kissing a woman while being one. Feels weird.

"I'm not kissing a girl," Lizzy rebuts, tossing the keys in Dean's direction which she catches. "I'm kissing you."

"No difference right now," Dean rebuts.

"Actually, you're right. There isn't," Lizzy challenges instantly. "But I see you, I feel you when I kiss you. Your lips feel the same to me as they did last night. I know it's you under this all so what the hell is the difference?"

"You're…" Dean loses the ability to form words.

"A hippie?" Lizzy smirks as she tries to finish the sentence.

"No."

"Insane?" Lizzy tries again. "Um, ultra liberal? A full blown lesbo…?"

"Amazing," Dean gives her the word she'd been searching for all along with a very serious, meaning filled tone. "You're amazing."

The involuntary smile that spreads across her face couldn't be stopped. Lizzy gets giddy with her husband's recognition of who she is and how she feels about him… her. Lizzy steps forward and grabs Dean's face, pulling her into a grateful kiss. Pushing the boundaries of whatever it is that is going on right now, Lizzy opens her mouth a bit and continues on, deepening their kiss and sliding her tongue against Dean's just once. The same electricity is there, the same love and devotion and need haven't disappeared.

Pressing her forehead to Lizzy's, Dean sighs. She can get through this. She can. If Lizzy's is by her side she'll be ok.

"I love you," Dean says with ease and surprises herself. She's not much of an emotional talker so when the declaration of love flies out without any trouble at all it catches her off guard.

"You know I love you too, Hot Shot," Lizzy answers right back and takes Dean's hand. "Let's get going. You ready?"

Dean nods and lets Lizzy starts to lead her out of the motel.

"Oh, wait," Lizzy stops them and grabs Dean's favorite Colt for her. She hands it over. "Can't be too careful right now. You don't know yourself just yet."

Dean rolls her eyes and tucks the weapon into the back of her jeans just like always, covering the handle with Lizzy's t-shirt she's wearing.

"Kinda strange not getting a boner after a kiss like that," Dean comments as they continue to walk outside.

"Yeah. No one knows you're thinking about sex when you're a woman. Nice, ain't it?"

"It's not bad, though I'd prefer the boner."

"You prefer the world to know you're obsessed with sex all the time?" Lizzy smirks.

"No… but I do prefer normalcy and that's a boner or two."

As Lizzy locks the door with a laugh Dean goes on autopilot when she sees the Impala. Ah, her baby… her home. She quickly jumps into the driver's side and sighs once the door is pulled closed. She already feels better as her hands smooth over the steering wheel and she settles into the leather seat.

Dean looks to the passenger side with a smile as she sees Sam sitting there, face in their dad's journal. Talk about comfort. If she doesn't look down at her own body this would feel like any other day. Without a word and without looking over, Sam's arm whips up and holds out Dean's favorite Metallica tape between his fingers.

"Aw Sammy," Dean grins, taking the tape from him. "I knew you cared."

"Huh," Sam returns while Dean reaches forward and turns the keys in the ignition. "You seem… more accepting of everything."

"The love of a good woman," Dean answers for her sudden slight mood change. "You know, that shit can make anything better."

"Definitely wouldn't want to see you without her right now." Sam knows without Lizzy Dean would be impossible to handle, but with her Dean will manage. Maybe not well, but she'll at least manage.

"Me neither," Dean agrees wholeheartedly as she pops out the Zeppelin tape Lizzy had last put in yesterday and pushes in the Metallica one. Lizzy jumps into the backseat just as 'Battery' starts up.

"Metallica. Shocking," Lizzy says with sarcasm as she settles in. "The little diner we went to last night?"

"Are there any other places around here?" Sam questions with a slight smile, knowing the answer is no.

"Alright," Dean happily answers, putting the car in reverse and ready to drive. That always makes her feel better. "PJ's it is."

The hum of the car, the vibration in the steering wheel as the engine roars, Dean feels the oddity of the day melt a bit as she pulls out onto the road for the very short drive. Maybe she'll find a long way to take.