Bobby Singer: Early 40's

Dean Winchester: 26 years-old

Jasmine Rhodes: 21-22 years-old.

Puzzle Piece:

CHANGE

Dean had pestered the truth out of Jasmine, well, most of the truth anyway. How was she supposed to tell Dean that she had been cursed to change into something that wasn't her in two days? That was the point and she knew that Dean was going to kill her because of that. But she still didn't get what the opposite of her was and that was more worrisome than turning into something other than herself. She figure that the witch made it so that she turned into some sort of monster; one that Dean would have to kill - and that would hurt both of them.

They had been staying at Bobby's because Dean was in a mood, because of her of course. But shouldn't she be the one in the mood? She was cursed, after all. But than they would wonder why and she didn't want to answer those questions. So, Jasmine had taken to distancing herself from them, from Dean. She figured that on the night of the full moon, she'd just run away.

Yes, it was childish, but she was freaking out. She loved Dean, just never had the chance to him so. There was no point now, though. What would be the point in telling him now when she was just going to go away? She'd make an excuse about going to the bathroom and just never come back, as simple as that.

But, as it turn out - not so much. She couldn't just not be with Dean, she just couldn't. Since that day in the sewer, she had been glued to his side. They had been together for nine years, nine. You can't just not be there and she was no exception. Dean had been her childhood, her teen years and her turn into woman hood. He had been there when she told him of her first kiss, lost her virginity - heck, he was there when she got her period. When she was sick, injured and just plain there. Dean was her life and she wanted to spend as much time with him as she could.

And that was her mistake.

She couldn't stay away, so on the night before the full moon came out she was glued to his side. She knew that when the witch meant the full moon, she meant when it was at it's at it's highest point. At least she hoped that's what she had meant, other wise Jasmine was screwed. So she timed the alarm on her watch to off five before midnight when the moon was at it's highest. An beeping alarm would be to obvious, so she made her watch so it blinked; that way, if Dean did see it, he would just assume that the battery was low or something. She had planned on wearing her jeans so she would be ready for her escape, but she had noticed Dean giving her looks, so she didn't think that it was worth the risk. So, she threw on a loose t-shirt and a pair of track pants.

Jasmine had been stressing the past day, stressing so much that she couldn't sleep a wink. And she didn't plan to, but thing can happen; whether you want it to or not. So who can she blame other than herself for dozing off all curled up a Dean side? It was just so . . . Just so God damn homey, is what Dean was.

She was shaken awake by Dean; rough or worried but gentle and boyfriend-y. From lack of sleep and a foggy mind, all though of the curse eluded her for the moment. She mm'd and was very reluctant to open her eyes.

"Come on, Jaz." Dean was persistent. "It's past midnight, you'll be more comfortable in bed."

That got through to her, not the bed part but the part about it being past midnight. Her eyes snapped open and bolted up right. Her head collided with Dean but she ignored the urge to rub it. How far past midnight? It couldn't have been that much if she was still herself. She held her watched close to her face; it was still blinking from the alarm she set; 12:03 am it read. She stood up, still trying to wrap her head around the fact.

"Jasmine," Dean was looking at her and knew in a second that something was major-ly wrong. "What's up?"

Jasmine looked up at him, her eyes wide. "Nothing," she said unconvincingly as she slowly started to back away. Dean fallowed. "I just gonna, gonna go to the bathroom." she moved away a little faster. "Yeah, that's it, the bathroom. I am going to the bathroom and I'll meet you there."

Jasmine had met the thresh hold of the living room and she had only three choices. One, she could go left to Bobby's occupied bedroom. Two, she could go to the right to the closet. Or three, she could run up the stairs and lock herself in the bathroom or a bedroom. Taking a chance, she spun around and took the stairs two at a time, locking herself in the closest bedroom. Dean was four seconds behind her, four seconds that cost him; by the time he was at the door, it was already locked.

Jasmine panicked as Dean pounded on the door; so, she shoved the dresser in front of the door. She knew that if Dean was determined enough, he could easily kick down the door down, the dresser might just stall him.

Dean pounded on the locked door like a cop. "Jasmine!" he hollered, not caring that Bobby was sleeping. "Open the door!"

God, what the hell was going on? One minute they were sleeping, snuggled together on the couch and the next she was acting like a crazy woman. He knew something was wrong ever since that thing with her going off alone with that witch. God, witches were the worst; they were sneaky. With their hexes and curses.

"Jasmine!" he called again. "Please, open the door and tell me what's the matter."

Jasmine was sitting on the floor, leaning back against the dresser as Dean pounded frantically on the door, her knees drawn to her chest. Silent tears ran down her face, tears that didn't seem to want to stop. She was going to turn into something that wasn't her, now. Dean was going to hate her and she's going to hate herself. Why hadn't she just told Dean in the first place? Maybe it wouldn't of had been so bad? He probably would have yelled at her more than he did after he found out she had gone alone. And maybe some huffing? That didn't seem so bad. Maybe than she could have used Bobby's panic room in the basement; the one that she had totally forgotten about. It was never to late, right? She could do it right now, while she was still herself, give Dean a few minutes to prepare - prepare for what, though?

"Dean?" she called, the pounding stopped instantly.

"Jaz? Baby?" Dean called back desperately.

"I need to tell you something," she said through the tears.

"Okay," Dean said. "I'm here."

"When I told you about the whole Witch thing, I didn't tell you everything." Jasmine said with guilt.

Dean was silent for a beat. "What wasn't everything?" he said slowly.

"She cursed me," Jasmine blurted.

Dean was dead silent as what Jasmine said actually sank in. "Bobby!" he hollered. "Get your ass up here, now!"

Bobby shouted something from downstairs and came stomping up the stairs; more cranky than ever. "It midnight for God's sake, boy! Why do you have to wake me up when having a squabble-"

Dean cut him off. "The fucking Witch cursed her, Bobby!"

"Balls!" Bobby was wide awake now. "Jasmine, why the hell didn't you say a damn thing?" he yelled through the door.

"I don't know! Okay?" she yelled back.

"That's not good enough," Bobby told her with a sigh, scrubbing a hand through his bed-head. "Okay," he sorted his thoughts. "What exactly did she say?"

Jasmine sighed herself; remembering every single word that came out of her mouth. "'At the next full moon you'll change into the opposite of what you are. No other can break this curse, no other witch can take it away, no deal with anyone can break it and I will not ever take it back. It will be with you until the day you die,'"

"Balls," Bobby breathed. "That's one air tight curse,"

"What does that mean?" Dean demanded, panicked.

"The full moon is tonight - right now. If I had had time, I might have been able to do some research, find a way to possibly break it. But not now," Bobby scratched his beard. Balls, balls, balls! For one person, this girl sure is trouble, he shook his head.

"So what does that mean?" came out of Dean again.

"That means," Bobby told him. "We have to find out what the opposite of her is."

Dean could do that. What was the opposite of Jasmine? The opposite of her-"

"Guy's?" Jasmine interrupted.

She was looking down at herself; it was well past midnight and she hadn't felt anything change per say, but she did feel a little different - an odd different, like a different-different. Her hands were hers but they were different. Bigger, if she had to use a word, like manly bigger. And her voice was hers but it was also different; deeper, if she had to use a word, manly deeper. Could it really have been that simple? She really just have changed into . . . Not a monster, just the opposite.

"Jaz?" Dean called, worried at her sudden silence; her voice had sounded weird. "What's wrong? What's happening?" he demanded, getting ready to bust the fringing' door off it's hinges - Bobby's house be damned.

But Bobby's question stopped him before he could. "What is Jasmine?" he asked. "If you had to describe her in one word, what would it be?"

"Uh," Dean thought frantically; many came to mind but he went with the most simplest, thinking that's what Bobby meant. "Girl," he said finally, but still not getting it.

Bobby knew that it wasn't because he was an idjit, Dean was in denial. He got that, and he was sorry for them, but it was better to just get it out in the open, get it over with. "What's the opposite of a girl?"

Dean shook his head, his lips tight.

"Say it, Dean." Bobby ordered him.

"Boy," Dean ground out painfully. "Boy,"