Chapter 2
Dean stood in the shower trying to wash the confusion away. All he managed to do was irritate his eyes, by getting hair in them and hitting his head several times on the shower head.
Now I see why he is so clumsy. What is the point of being this tall? The head injuries explain his issues.
Dean stepped from the shower and looked in the mirror. It was frightening to see Sammy's soulful eyes staring back at him. They were green, just like his, but they were deeper and more...innocent and open. His were guarded closely.
"I can never be the soldier they wanted me to be. I am too weak. That is why Dad always loved him more..."
Dean looked around and thought Sam had spoken. "He would have sounded like me. Think Dean!"
"When Dad looked at me, he saw Mom dying. I was the son who killed his wife, changed his life, and I was the weak one who needed protecting. Dean gave up everything to save me over and over and for what? What do I have to offer? I killed my whole family. If I had never been born..."
"Are these...Sammy's thoughts?" Dean wondered
Dean dressed and exited the bathroom. He was closing the door when he, no Sammy, threw him up against the wall. This was getting too freaky.
" YOU PERVERTED SON OF A BITCH!"
"What did i do?" Dean said in shock.
"You wanted to nail Jess? You want to nail every girl, but dammit Dean, that was my girlfriend!"
"I never wanted to do Jess!"
"You lying sack of shit! You thought you would like to nuzzle the Smurfs!"
Dean said nothing for a moment. Then he stammered," I..see..Sammy..uhh..I am a man and i...just can't help it! I didn't know she was going to di..."
"You bastard!" Sammy swung a right and knocked Dean onto the bed. Dean just looked up at him.
"What the fuck was that for? When did you learn to punch like that?"
"I kinda like being in this body," Sam mused as he looked down at his arms, which he turned back and forth, while studying the well definied muscled. He clenched and unclenched both fists while doing this.
"I can finally kick your ass! Come here Dean!" Sam had a look in his eye like he was possessed.
"Oh shit! I am screwed. Sammy can't fight! Come on pretty boy! Mess up your own face!" Dean thought as he internally laughed at the prospect.
"Dean, I can hear what you are thinking in there and I can see some of your thoughts in here. I may mess up my face, but you are going to feel it!," Sam's joker grin scared Dean.
He still wasn't adept at using the overly long arms and legs. He felt like a giant freak. Dean did the smartest thing possible. As he ran for the door, he grabbed his shoes and keys.
Sammy shouted," Pansy ass bitch!"
Dean jumped in the car and floored it. As he drove away, Sam did not see the devilish smile on Dean's face. "I'll show you a pansy!"