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"Ok, so what are we gonna do?" Dean asked as he stepped out of the backseat of the impala, in the car park of a local diner. "We aren't doing anything. You have to act like a girl. And I can't keep calling you Dean now can I? Not in front of people anyway…" Dean heaved and said, "So…" Suddenly he came up with an idea, "What about something slutty, like Monica." Sam rolled his eyes and said, "Monica? That's not a slutty name." Dean smirked and said, "Well I guess you haven't met Monica from that Washington bar then." Sam snorted and said, "Something more… normal." "Why don't you just call me… Deedee." Sam laughed and said, "Dean it is so sad you still watch that show." Dean nudged Sam's chest, and said, "Well I guess its Monica then." Sam sighed in calmness and said, "Monica it is."

As Dean staggered behind Sam following his brother, he thought to himself, Act like a girl? Pfft. Sam should have been the one turned into a chick. As Sam entered inside the diner, he kept the door open for Dean to walk in first. "Ladies first," he snickered. Dean smiled a fake smile and jabbed his heel into Sam's foot as he went inside. And there they were… 20 sets of eyes, ogling at the new woman. Each and every one of them, from the middle aged lady behind the counter, to the sleazy old town drunkard at the far corner, each one stared at him.

"On second thought, screw breakfast." He turned around but faced Sam's chest, which now looked like a brick wall. "No Dean, I mean… Monica." Dean moaned and turned around, and walked to an empty table. As he walked, the heels made clamping noises on the shiny marble floor, which seemed to be the only sound in the now silent diner.

Kill me, kill me now.

As he sat, he was relieved to see that some of the staring had stopped. Although that sleazy old man was eyeing him nice and good. He winked at Dean, and Dean thought, No wait, kill me NOW.

He shrugged in disgust and Sam saw him and looked back at the old man. He looked up to the ceiling and said, "I love you God." Dean kicked him from beneath the table, and Sam made a low "Oww!" noise. As the middle aged lady came from behind the counter towards them, Sam whispered to Dean, "Remember Dean, act chicksy! We can't blow our cover." Dean just nodded in irritation as the lady approached them and asked them politely, "What can I get you dears?"

"I'll just have a coffee and a French toast. Monica? What about you?" The lady now looked to Dean who said, "Umm… yeah, I'll have 6 pancakes, don't be stingy with the syrup, 2 of those toasts, and a coffee… infact, make it black." The lady looked a little taken aback and said, "Darlin' you really think you'll be able to eat all that?" Dean smiled sheepishly and said, "Of course. I'm just a growing girl." The lady smiled and went back. Sam bent forward and said, "I'm just a growing girl? You're lucky she wasn't someone we know."

Sure, becoming a woman made him look different, but it sure did have a zilch effect on his appetite, thought Sam. Dean suddenly mumbled "Uh oh", looking stunned. Sam looked at his bewildered expression and said, "What's wrong?" Dean pointed with his tiny finger for Sam to look behind. As Sam looked, Dean closed his eyes, hoping this wasn't happening.

The old sleazy man was coming towards them.

"Sam, do something! Just make up an excuse! Tell him I can't speak!" Sam just rolled his eyes and said, "Just go with the flow Dean. I can't tell him you can't speak, he just saw you giving a humongous order to the lady." Dean just slapped his hand on the table in frustration and said, "Stupid complications." As the man came nearer, he tripped and cursed, and Dean hoped he was injured.

Ok god you don't like me and I don't like you. But let's just work this out for the good of everybody…

"Hella' darling," wheezed the old man, coughing as spit fell on their table from his mouth. Sam just looked at the fallen liquid in disgust, while Dean just kept staring at the man, confused and quite frankly, petrified. "What're ye doing with this yer skinny boy? What you need…" He stopped and raised his half torn rotted pants, and Dean swore he saw two spiders fall down from them, "Is a real man." He smirked at Dean through half broken- half lost teeth and Dean didn't say anything. The man bend down over, and Sam backed away to the window, clearly repulsed by the man's stench.

"So whadyya say darling? Can I take ya roughly in the barn sometime?" Dean's eyes widened, roughly in the barn, he had had enough. "Sir," he sputtered, "I would… really, not like that." Sam had too seen enough. He knew it was a funny situation, but he couldn't leave his brother in a glitch. "Hey, she's not interes---" The man jerked his head back at Sam and said, "Yer listen up skinny, she talking to me!"

He looked back again, to see Dean standing in front of him. The man smiled at him, Dean smiled back and said, "Sam, you thinking what I'm thinking?" Sam nodded and got up too. The man looked puzzled, and then out of nowhere, Dean kicked the man in the nuts with his heel's edge. As he fell down, moaning, Sam and Dean wasted no time, running towards the door as Sam yelled, "Screw breakfast, we're outta here!"

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