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14. Genderswapped
Ginny groaned, opening her eyes. What had happened? She, Sam and Dean had been on a case in Helena…and she and Dean had had an argument when her time of the month had come and Dean had proclaimed that she was exaggerating the pain and being such a girl. Then she'd thrown some nasty insults about his gender back and…now she was waking up next to a complete stranger!
"What the hell?" the girl next to Ginny murmured, sitting up and rubbing her head. Her dark blonde hair was pulled back in a plait and she was wearing a pair of jeans, a black tank top, a green plaid shirt and…Dean's leather jacket? Ginny's mouth dropped. Was it –?
When the girl looked at her with bright green eyes, Ginny suddenly knew who she was.
"Dean?" she spluttered. The girl – Dean – frowned suspiciously.
"Who the hell are you?" Dean spat. "And where the hell am I?"
"Dean! It's me! Ginny!" Ginny said. Dean snorted derisively.
"Yeah, right," she muttered. "Last I checked, my girlfriend was an actual girl."
Ginny's hands flew to her chest, where she felt muscles instead of boobs, and she looked down to see herself clad in baggier versions of her previous outfit and her feminine curves replaced with straight masculine features. She raised a shaky, calloused hand to her head and found that her previously long red hair had been cut into a shaggy hairdo. She…was now a he!
"Merlin's beard…" he whispered. Dean blinked.
"Who the hell are you?" she demanded.
"Seriously, Dean?" Ginny sighed in exasperation. "It's me, Ginny – just in a different body."
Dean's now dainty eyebrows rose.
"You have boobs, Dean," Ginny said flatly, feeling up his body in an attempt to try and find any traces of his female self in it. He grimaced at the small bulge in his jeans. "And I…have a dick."
His new male body part was painfully hard for some reason. Ginny groaned and threw his head back.
"It's so bloody hard it hurts!" he complained. "How do you put up with it?"
Dean was too busy curled in a ball and clutching her stomach to answer.
"Feels like…stabbing knives…over and over…" she whimpered. "What…the hell…"
"It's called a period, genius," Ginny snapped. "Hurts, doesn't it?"
Dean bit her lip in an effort to avoid answering.
"Who even did this to us, anyway?" Ginny continued. "It's almost poetic, how you were telling me that I was exaggerating and now you're experiencing it…"
"And you…and your dick…" Dean forced out. The two of them exchanged a look.
"Gabriel!" they yelled.