"She's My Brother!"
Author: PsychoKittyUK
Category: Slash
Rating: M+
Content Warnings: SLASH, WINCEST. (Set before Provenance)
Disclaimer: They are not mine nor is Supernatural. I wish they were, cuz oh the fun i'd have! If you don't like Slash, then don't read it! All feedback is loved and welcome!
This is it, the sequel to "Vicissitude". I hope you all enjoy this one as much as the last.
I know it was kinda cruel ending "Vicissitude" the way I did. But it will all make sense in this first chapter, hopefully!
Thanks to Miss Meehan, mimifoxlove, cosmogirl89, SamDean4ever, Tochi and Flap Jack & Rae Artemis for your reviews on chp 9 of Vicissitude! Ok, here goes.
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Chapter 1
Sam woke up because of loud high pitched screaming coming from the bathroom. He rose off the mattress, while glancing at Dean's empty bed. He grabbed the shot gun, that was peaking out of the duffel bag on the floor, moved quickly to the side of the bathroom door and slowly opened it. He gasped in shock at what he saw.
A young woman was staring at herself in the mirror and was having a conniption fit at the reflection. Her eyes were wide in terror and she was having trouble breathing. Sam gave her the once over with his eyes and his gut twisted in pain as reality sunk in.
She was Dean.
Dean stood in the bathroom wearing only a pair of boxers. His breasts were perky and obviously aroused as he looked in fear at Sam.
"Dude! I'm a girl!"
"I can see that Dean."
"DO something."
"What would you like me to do?" Dean thought about it, his eyes frowning. The his eyes stared right into Sam's.
"Dude. You've gotta fuck me."
"WHAT?"
"It worked for you! Come on, you've gotta fuck me."
"No way!"
"What do you mean no way? I fucked you man, it's your turn to batter up."
"Ok, one, you don't even know if it will work with you. Two, I don't remember you getting cursed by bitch witch. And three, I can't."
"You can't? What do you mean you can't?"
"Look, i'm not even, you know." He pointed at his crotch.
"So, you're not turned on by this body, doesn't mean you can't fuck me!"
"Dean, trust me, I can't do it."
"Is this a Jessica thing?"
"What? No!"
"You sure?"
"This has nothing to do with Jessica."
"Oh! I get it! I'm only good enough to fuck when i'm a guy! But as soon as my dick vanishes you...OH MY GOD! MY DICK IS GONE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Dean starts to cry. "Sam! You gotta fuck me! I want my dick back! How am I gonna be able to fuck without it! PLEASE DUDE PLEASE!"
"I'm getting a headache." Sam rubs the back of his neck.
"Are you fucking someone else?"
"What?"
"Well 'i'm getting a headache' is the oldest excuse in the book! Everyone knows you use it when you're playing away!"
"I know you're blonde Dean, but..."
"Oh! I'm a stupid girl now am i?"
"I didn't say..."
"Fuck you Sam! Oh wait! You don't want to!" Dean flounces out of the bathroom and grabs his t-shirt and jeans. He wiggles into them as fast as possible. Throws his boots on, which are slightly too big and storms out of the room.
"WAIT! Where ya' going'? DEAN!" The door slams behind a furious Dean. The Impala being started is heard and as Sam opens the motel door, the car speeds out of view, throwing gravel up in its path.
"SHIT!" Sam
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TBC...
