I had originally done another chapter, but when I reread it, I didn't like it. That is what I get for writing in a sleep deprived state.
I put it aside a few days and came back with something else. The original chapter has been taken down and this one is more of what I was aiming for. Even this one took a different road than I thought it would.
The oroginal became a bit angsty, but, you might see it turn up again in a different story completely. Minds work that way. ;)
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Dean was truely sorry for what he had done. He had not been thinking, which wasn't uncommon. Ok, he had been thinking with the wrong brain, but that was Dean.
"Sammy, hey man, you awake?"
"Am I itching or burning anywhere Dean?" came the snarky reply.
"Look, about that, uhhh.."
"Yea, you're sorry, but I may have the nasty after effects. A bar whore Dean? I know you like them, but me?"
"I'm trying to say, you know..."
"Look, we have to clear this up. I want you out of my body. I mean it! If you stay in there too long I may have a pickled liver and who knows what else!"
Dean rolled over and looked at Sam's back. He didn't know what to say Sam rolled over a moment later. Both boys were wide-eyed and shocked.
"What the!" Sam exclaimed.
"Son of a bitch!"
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"Sammy?"
"Uh, tell me I don't look like you!"
"I hope not. Damn, I hope not. Wait, what do you mean?"
"Am I a girl?"
"Yea, Samantha. You were always in touch with your girly side," Dean laughed at his inappropriate humor.
"Yea, Dean. Now, you can touch yours too."
Dean decided to look down at himself to make sure he was still all there. His long light brown hair skimmed the tops of his breasts.
"First, I am stuck in you. I had to deal with hair in my eyes and feeling like a beanpole freak with big feet. Now, I am a chick? We are so going to Missouri. First, I am Samantha, now I full on become a girl?" Dean frowned.
"Now you don't have to overcompensate," Sam added with a smirk.
"I am still prettier. Freak!"
Dean jumped up and went to the bathroom. His eye color and his color were his own again, but that is where it all ended. Gone was the stubble he liked to sport. His manly squared features were softened. The pecs, hardened from years of training and hard work were covered by rounded mounds of feminine flesh. Dean wondered...
"Dude! I knew you were going to do something like that. You are a perv!" Sammy said as he walked in and caught Dean feeling himself up.
"What? They're mine! Don't you knock?"
Sam stood next to him in the mirror. Sam had dark brown wavy hair and his green eyes were the same. He wasn't as curvy as Dean, but he was lean and athletic. At 5'11, he was still taller than Dean, who managed only 5'6".
"Sam, I am taking a shower and then we are calling Missouri."
Sam rolled his eyes,"Have a good time with yourself Dean. Don't touch the soap when your're done exploring."
Dean shoved Sam out the door and turned on the shower. He wondered just how good it felt for girls. After about 4 minutes of deft maneuvering, he was on top of a mind blowing orgasm that did not stop. He tried to muffle his cry, but a squeak came out.
"Damn," he thought,"no wonder girls love me!"
Dean exited the shower and opened the door, to find Sam blushing. He had a sheen of sweat and was obviously embarrassed.
"It's good, isn't it Sammy my girl?"
"Shut up, Dean!"
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"Missouri?"
"Hello Dina."
"How did you?"
Missouri sighed," Get your butts here. We have to change this. Although I do like the idea of you being exactly what you prey upon."
"I don't prey!"
"Wait until the vultures start hitting on you. I am sure you will have a good time!" Missouri laughed heartily.
Sam exited the bathroom just as Dean hung up. Dean stood and began to pack his bag. Immediately, he was hit with a weird feeling. He felt like...eating chocolate and talking. He pushed the feeling away. He hoisted his bag and it slipped. Sam laughed.
"Dude, we are girls now. We can't move and lift like guys."
"Sam, shut up. I am trying to get this over with. All I want to do is get to Missouri's and fix this. You don't have to make fun of me! I know what happened and you could show a little sympathy you asshole!" Dean glared at Sam.
Sam stood open mouthed. Dean had shown emotion? Something even worse was happening. Sam had an idea. Sam picked up the bag of M & M's on the table and tossed them to Dean. Dean poured out a handful and ate them. "Mmmm, chocolate."
Sam just grinned. He dressed, rolling up the cuffs of his jeans and tightening his belt to fit his even slimmer frame. They managed to get their stuff in the car and head out.
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After stopping for gas and snacks, they were on the road again. About two hours after leaving the hotel, Dean flinched and mumbled,"Oww."
"What?" Sam inquired.
"Just keep your window rolled down," an evil laugh followed the remark.
"Why? Dean! If you fart I am going to punch you!"
"I have gas. It's not my fault. It hurts too."
"Where does it hurt?" Sam asked while raising an eyebrow.
"Dean pointed to the lower right side of his abdomen.
"Uhh, Dean?"
"What Sam?"
"That isn't gas."
"What is it college boy?"
"When you snapped at me this morning, you reminded me of when girls get...ummm...PMS. When I threw you the chocolate, you looked like you would swallow the bag whole. "
"So?"
"Don't you understand what I am saying?"
"If I understood, I wouldn't be asking you smart guy!"
"PMS- Pre Menstrual Syndrome? Ring a bell?"
"Yea, it's when chicks turn evil before that time of the month," realization hit Dean like a baseball bat."A period?"
"Yes Dean."
"Like a real period?"
"Yup."
"How did you know?" Dean asked.
"I wanted ice cream for no reason. I had a weird feeling in my stomach when I was showering. I picked up a few things at the gas station, though."
"Things"
"Yes, Dean. Feminine things."
Dean glared at Sam again,"You don't expect me to use that stuff! I am not getting a period. I am a guy and we don't get emotional, eat chocolate, cry over soaps, and GET PERIODS!"
"You can walk around with stains on your clothes and have people look at you."
Dean sighed. This was getting worse every minute.
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Eight hours later, Dean claimed he was tired and they pulled into another nameless motel. Dean went in and paid for the room. Sam was helping Dean with the bags when Dean turned to walk into the room.
"Dean, your pants."
"What about my pants?" Dean stopped turning towards Sam and looking down at his pants.
"The back of you pants! There's a spot."
"So I will change after I shower," Dean answered obliviously.
"Dude, you have your period!" Sam seethed in frustration.
Dean stared at Sam as if he had two heads. He backed away from Sam and turned to go into the room. Dean dropped the bag and was on his way to the bathroom.
"Here," Sam said tossing Dean a bag,"you might need these."
Dean caught the bag, but did not open it until he was in the bathroom. Inside were Kotex and Tampax. Dean groaned.
After checking to see what was going on, he realized Sam was right. He was a full girl. Dean knew this sucked, but now it sucked out loud. He wondered why women even liked being women. They had boobs that got in the way. They were shorter and weaker. And who the hell wants to go through this every month? Yea, they were beautiful, but look at the price they paid.
After a shower, Dean figured out how to use the products by reading the instructions over and over. He went with Tampax. "Diapers are for kids," he mused.
Sam was lying on the bed watching television. He was engrossed in what he was watching, until Dean cleared his throat, after identifying the program as one of those makeover shows. Sam shut off the TV.
"Sam, I already know you are totally emotional. At least now, you have a reason."
Sam threw a pillow at Dean, before walking to the bathroom.
Dean thew himself on his bed after grabbing the remote and retrieving some chocolate donuts he had bought earlier. He was shoveling donuts in his mouth and watching some movie about a guy reading to a woman in an nursing home. Dean was impressed the old guy was so smooth.
Dean did not even look up when Sam entered the room. Sam looked at the TV, grabbed another box of the donuts and crawled into bed beside Dean, wordlessly. They watched the movie in silence. Sam was dumbfounded that Dean was watching this. He wondered just how much the change in his hormones and emotional processes would be affected by this.
"Dean?"
"Shhh. She better choose Noah!"
Sam looked at Dean and shook his head. This was completely creepy, even to Sam. Dean was watching this chick flick and enjoying it? This had to be a bad dream. He was going to wake up soon.
"She chose Noah!"
Sam resigned himself to the fact that his brother had not only lost his body, but his memory and mind with it. Maybe now they could talk. Sam wondered about the ethics of using his brother's altered state to finally communicate with him and decided all was fair in love and war. There was no war between him and Dean.
When the movie ended, Sam could swear he heard a slight sniffle from Dean, who's chocolate stained mouth was twisted in what vaguely appeared to be that weird female emotion that happens at the end of chick flicks. It was a mixture of happiness, sadness, and confusion.
"Dean, are you ok?"
"Yea. That was...so...so...sweet. What am I saying? What am I doing? I just watched a chick flick and you let me? I let me."
"If we have the bodies, I figured we would probably have the hormones, too." Sam said. "Look at us Dean. We are in the same bed, eating and watching TV. Women are more open with their thoughts and emotions, which is why they never shut up."
"You were always flapping your gums even as a guy," Dean countered.
Sam ignored him, his thoughts focused on the bigger plan."Dean, when is the last time I told you that I am glad we are brothers?"
"When you were five. Once you went to school, I wasn't so impressive anymore." Dean replied as he looked away.
"That is not true. Dean, you were always my big brother. Yea, you get on my nerves a lot, but I have always looked up to you."
"Really?"
"Really. You were always there for me. You were stronger. Girls liked you," Sam chuckled," They thought I was a geek."
"You are a geek."
"I guess I am. Umm, I wanted to tell you that no matter what, you are my big brother and that means more than anything to me. I know I have done some stupid shit. I didn't mean to hurt you and would do anything for you."
"Why are we having this talk?"
"Because this will probably be the only time you let me do it."
"Sam, taking advantage of this situation is not cool. The sad thing is, I actually want to do this. When I am a guy again, I am going to get you for this." Dean said smiling.
"I know. Since I can get away with the emotional thing, I am going to tell you I love you."
"Love you too, Samantha." a genuine smile pulled at the corners of Dean's lips.
Sam and Dean did something they had not done in almost two decades. They embraced each other in a sincere, warm, sisterly hug.
They stayed up talking and watching television for a few more hours before falling asleep next to each other. As children, they had been so close and showed so much affection for each other. As men, they had little to no physical contact and always kept their game faces on.
In Kansas, Missouri awakened from a dream with a smile on her lips. She had seen her two boys in a dream. In the dream, she could see stones on their shoulders and those stones were slowly being lifted off one by one. As the dream progressed, the two boys became more vivid in color.
She knew the meaning. What the boys saw as a curse may have well been a blessing in disguise. Years of weight and hiding were being thrown away and they were moving forward.
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Some may not agree with how they reacted to certain situations. As a girl, I can totally assure you, we do get emotional and we can not stop it. It happens. The cramps, chocolate, and sniffling after movies were also from real life experience.
I sure did make them hug! It's my world! I wanted a hug and since K hasn't given us one, I just made it myself! lol
In lieu of cash, since I do this for fun and pleasure, donations to the review box are requested. haha