Not anyone's prompt. I was inspired by a bunch of genderbent pictures of Team Freewill. So, say hello to Cassandra, Deanna, and Samantha!

Also, they're at WB and I couldn't think of attractive actors for them to see, so you're welcome for putting Dean and Sam and Cas in with Samantha, Deanna, and Cassandra. YOU ARE WELCOME.

Happy Thanksgiving, folks! Wish me luck because it's 10:30pm and in an hour, I'm off to work! YAY BLACK FRIDAY! Not. I'm so scared and nope. Just nope. Can't wait till 8am when I can come home and sleep for 20 years.

November 22nd
Prompt- Genderbend

Smile

"Cas! Come'ere!" She yelled, shrieking in her excitement.

The girl in question skipped over, having a habit of stepping too lightly. She skidded to a stop in front of Deanna, "hmm?"

Deanna grinned, tugging on her arm to show her the newest case, "look! Look! We get to work on the set of WB again! CAS!"

Sam walked through the room rolling her eyes, "for god's sake, Deanna. Calm down."

Deanna glared darkly at her sister, "shut up, Sammy. Cas cares, dontcha, Cas?" She tilted her head in that way, her bright green eyes held a pout that Cassandra had never really been able to deny. She nodded slowly, still quite unaware of the subject.

Deanna let out a squeak and jumped on the girl, squashing their breasts together in a tighter embrace than Cassandra would've liked. Sam only smirked knowingly from the couch.

By the time Deanna pulled back, there was a bright flush to Cassandra's cheeks, she narrowed her eyes, "hey, Cas. You're looking pretty red, you okay?" She asked as she moved onto her knees, still straddling the angel.

Cassandra nodded slowly, biting her lip to keep from speaking. Deanna just shrugged and stood, happily moving to the bathroom to check her face before they left for the set.

No one could claim Deanna wasn't excited as she stepped into WB Studios that day, her eyes were nearly bursting from their sockets as she tried to look everywhere at once. Sam smiled, good. At least then she played the part of Excited Tourist #1.

"Cas!" She was shouting, and the dark haired girl peered up at her from behind her eyelashes. "Look! Look! AH! Sit here, next to me!"

Cassandra tried not to blush as the squealing female nearly pulled her onto her lap, "Deanna." She whispered forcefully, gritting her teeth against the urge to sigh. The girl had the gall not to appear even minutely fazed by their knees, which rested smoothly together, skin dragging in a much too obvious way under the heat of the California sun. Or their hands, which linked at the fingers, Deanna's thumb calmly rubbing against the back of Cassandra's own palm.

"Hmm?" She wondered lazily, turning her already impossibly bright eyes to Cassandra, "you say something, Cas?" The name rolled off her tongue like silk, and Cassandra, whose eyes were already hazy with attraction, couldn't help but want to hear Deanna say her name more often, or better yet, everyday for the rest of their lives.

She smiled foolishly, "nothing. It's nothing, Deanna."

"If ya say so," Deanna drawled, casually splaying her fingers inside their conjoined hands. Then the cart took off towards sets and "actors!" Deanna was shrieking, nearly surprisingly Cassandra in her fit. "Look, it's Jared Padalecki! OH MY GOD IS THAT JENSEN ACKLES?!" Deann pulled her hand award, much to Cassandra's reluctance, and jumped from the cart.

Deanna was off and running before Cassandra and Sam could even think to follow. They sighed dramatically, stepping off the cart to catch up to the crazed woman.

"Deanna!" Cassandra was calling helplessly, she passed what seemed like a million people, and try as she might, she could not look natural. Sam seemed to fit in just fine, she grinned flirtatiously at many of the workers and they just let the tall beauty pass. Their eyes displayed a lustful need as they slithered off in the opposite direction.

Finally, the pair happened upon the oldest Winchester, who was grinning happily as some tall man in a trench-coat sighed her notebook. "Look guys! It's Misha Collins! GUYS!" She was grinning wider than Cassandra had ever seen, and she couldn't help the small bubble of envy that erupted in her stomach.

As they stopped beside the pair, the man dismissed himself, grinning sheepishly and saluting them with a half-hearted wave. Deanna turned to them ecstatically, her teeth nearly drowning her face from the utter size of her smile. "I got Misha Collins' autograph, guys!" She shouted, waving the paper around as she did some sort of victory dance.

Cassandra nodded, smiling a soft smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, "congratulations, Deanna."

Sam rolled her eyes in disgust, "now that you've gotten that. Can we please go finish this case?" Her eyes were threatening as Deanna almost pouted her way out of the hunt, "Deanna."

"Fine! Fine!" She shouted, her mouth twisting into a miserable grimace, "let's just get this over with!"

Cassandra followed her closely, trying to reflect her own smile onto Deanna's upside-down lips. "Hey, Deanna. Maybe after the case, we can get more of those autographs." She chanced, glancing hopefully up at Deanna's eyes.

The girl grinned wider, "great idea, Cas! Come on, Sammy! Let's get this mother finished already!"

Cassandra smiled deeper, even if the smile was caused by alternative sources, she was still proud she'd placed it there.