Warnings: Genderswitch: hexedintoagirl

Pairing: Caleb/Dean, mentions of Dean/Annie

4 - We Don't Talk About This

Caleb Bailey hadn't seen Dean Winchester in a year. Then he got a text to meet him at the bar they always went to for kicks when the other hunter was in Lincoln. He saw the Impala in the lot and the familiar jacket on the back of a chair but it was a hot blonde sitting at the table. Caleb stared around but his eyes kept coming back to the short-haired blonde wearing the Henley shirt that Dean had spilled bleach on the cuffs of. The woman's tits stretched the chest though the buttons at the neck were open. She caught his eye and gave him a sad smile and a wave, bleach stained sleeve in view. Frowning, he approached. "Do I know you?"

She made a face. "It's me. It's Dean."

"Fuck no." Caleb sank into the other chair and studied the woman. The jeans were too big, laces on the boots pulled tight. Rings were on the wrong fingers. It was the hair though. Dean wore it like that. Kind of long for a dude but short for a girl. "What happened, dude?"

"I fucked a witch. Then I didn't call her." He hung his head and shrugged. "I haven't told my dad."

"How long it gonna last?"

"Til I got my period but that was gone a week ago." He shrugged and made another patented Dean-face. "It was supposed to be temporary. I grilled her and she was clear. Full moon meant I got my period and I did. Well… New Moon is in like a day and I'm still a girl."

"You try talking to her again?" Caleb winced. "I mean… since your… period."

"She said to try getting laid." He gave his friend a look.

"Fuck." Caleb started laughing. "You gotten any?"

"Apparently girls don't count." Dean ran his tongue around his mouth and it made Caleb a little uncomfortable. "I've talked to this bitch like six times, dude."

"Fuck no." Caleb banged his fist on the table then smiled. "How many girls you get?"

"Tons. Look at me. I'm hot." Dean leaned forward. It was strange with the softer features. "I got a threesome two weeks ago. Two totally hot chicks who taught me how to do things I didn't even know chicks liked."

"So, what? You gotta pick up a guy now?" Caleb frowned suddenly.

"I guess. I mean… I've done girls. All kinds of girls. I got my rag. I survived it is more like. I'm superimpressed with bitches because those girls are still holding back. Believe me." Dean sighed and sipped his beer. "I just… hoped you would have heard of something."

"Naw man. This is out of my depth." Caleb grabbed a beer and they drank and talked about their days of picking up chicks together. Then further back of sharing beds and comparing morning wood. "We were two little fucktards growing up."

"I know it." Dean sighed again and shoved his beer away. "Girl metabolism. I can't hold my beer for shit." He got up and staggered over to the bathroom. Caleb watched him check the door twice before going into the ladies' room. Then he saw Dean get hassled on his way back. Caleb got to his feet. He cracked his knuckles. When Dean swung, it was on. Bar brawl, just like the old days. Fists and feet and flying glasses and bottles and bar stools.

Heaving in breaths in the Impala, Dean's shirt was torn, his face bloody. Kept running his tongue over his split lip. Caleb rubbed his jaw with one hand and his shoulder with the other. His senses were heightened they way they usually got after a brawl. Tasted his own blood and the chill of the night air through the cracked window. Felt the hairs on his arms stand up. Smelled Dean's female sweat. Eyes riveted to the hard points jabbing at the remains of the shirt. Heard his female pants for air. When their eyes met, Caleb wasn't expecting Dean's to be like a mirror of need.

It was rougher than Caleb had intended. The kissing, the grabbing, moving clothes aside. The tear inside Dean's body when Caleb pushed in. He couldn't stop. Just kept thrusting into that tight pussy. Couldn't let himself think about it being Dean's. Dean's pussy. Dean's tits. When he came, he pulled out and sat up. Wished he had a drink while the facts of the last twenty minutes sunk into his brain. Dean sat up and pulled his pants up. He retrieved a flask from his jacket and took a long pull. Passed it to Caleb. Caleb finished it off. Tucked his dick away. Blood. Wiped his fingers on his jeans. Spat on them to get it off. He glanced at Dean, whose tits were still hanging out of the torn middle of his shirt. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not." Dean shook his head. "Maybe I'll be a dude again when I wake up in the morning."

"Dude." Caleb groaned. "We don't talk about this."

"Yeah. Anyway. Not like I came. Selfish bastard." Dean joked with a crooked smile. If only it hadn't looked totally smoking hot. Dean winced when he shifted in his seat. "Dude. I know we're old to be comparing our junk but your cock just wrecked my shit. Go easy on those ladies out there."

"Shut up." Caleb laughed. "You need a place to crash?"

"Yeah" Dean nodded and yanked the torn edges of his shirt together. Had to use a button to hold it together. Didn't do much good.

"Alright. Meet me up there." Caleb climbed out of the car and found his in the emptying parking lot. He got the place unlocked and left it open for Dean. He showered and scrubbed the come and blood off his dick. He left the water on for Dean. Had to find something to do to keep away the thought of those tits. Couldn't find anything to do. Found himself leaning on the wall outside the bathroom door. Thought he heard Dean crying. Pushing off the wall, he found something on TV to keep his mind off female Dean. It was temporary. Caleb popped Dean's cherry. His buddy would be back soon.

Dean's smile was tight when he came out of the bathroom. Caleb almost laughed when Dean shoved a bag of frozen peas down his sweats. "You okay?"

"I wasn't actually joking when I said you wrecked my junk." He winced and shifted. "Dude… chicks… put up with a lot of shit. The PMS. The fucking period itself. This."

"Well… that… they only do once if I understand it correctly." Caleb offered lamely.

"It's just… I've been in on these things. As a man… I don't feel them like this." Dean whispered, his hand on his chest.

"What do you mean?" Caleb frowned.

"I've been with tons of girls. It's not a big deal. It's just sex. Everybody knows the score from the beginning." Dean frowned and moved around to pour himself a whiskey. "When I left them this month… I felt empty. Like… the hole was too big to fill."

"Dean…"

"Tonight… well fuck… this happened like… I don't know… couple years ago. You know Annie?" Dean motioned with his hands well outside the round curves of his own chest.

"Yeah." Caleb gave him a crooked smile.

"Yeah. Her." Dean sighed. "She and I… it was… a foxhole thing. A bar brawl thing. Things got real hot real quick and… it was okay. This… it's the same shit. It's not okay."

Caleb's smile faded. "Sorry."

"It's not even about you. Or us being buds or… I wanted that shit, too. Mostly to get it over with… I just feel like maybe I should've been with someone else… or something." Dean made a face and the softer contours of it showed something that Caleb had seen in women he'd dated semi-seriously before.

"I'm not too good with the ladies long term, Dean. I don't know what to say."

"I'm not a lady, Caleb. I'm a man. I'm Dean Winchester."

"Yeah. I know."

"Do all women feel this sad? They can't. Right? Not and function." Dean yanked the peas out of his pants. There was a bit of blood on the bag. He cursed under his breath. "Fucking blood all over everything. How the fuck do women do this shit?"

They got drunk and climbed into bed like they did when they were teenagers. Shoulder to shoulder and eyes on the ceiling. Only they weren't kids. They had just recently fucked in Dean's car. Dean was a woman and Caleb was keenly aware of that. Despite the hole in Dean's soul, the sex had been hot. Seriously fucking hot.

This time Caleb climbed on top of Dean with purpose. Ate him out, tasted the remains of his hymen blood. Made Dean scream out, filled him and fucked him until he came again. Collapsed on top of Dean. They breathed hard, covered in sweat. Last thing Caleb remembered seeing was a hard pink nipple on the tip of a generous breast. Caleb woke to a flat chest and the small male nipple. He rolled off Dean. Dean woke sometime later, hands slapping all over. Caleb pretended to be asleep. Dean's hand came away from his cock covered in jizz. No clue whose.

Shower ran, buzzer droned, Then it was quiet a while before the door shut. Caleb got his shower done and found all of Dean's hair in the sink and all his things gone. He answered the phone when it rang a few hours later. "Hey."

"Caleb, kid. You seen Dean? I've been looking all over for him. I think some hooker stole his car and he's too ashamed to call for help." John's voice boomed into the phone.

"I ain't seen him, John. He's probably off on another 5 states thing."

"You're right. I'll try him again later."

"New Moon last night?"

"Yeah. Think it was. Why?"

"Just wondering." Caleb hung up the phone. He wondered if maybe he'd just dreamt the whole thing but the evidence was there. He had a hickey on his neck. His sink was full of blonde hair. His underwear had blood stains on them. Caleb had fucked his best friend. He was probably never going to see that dude again.