Hey everyone. Thanks for all the great reviews! I love you all... I have to apologize cause this chapter is more on the serious side. I even had to explain what happened to Dean lol... He cant be a chick forever, or can he?

Chapter 4... Bar Hunting For Witches?

"That was close," gasped Sam as he sat in the driver's seat of the impala, quickly driving it out of the dingy parking lot. As he sped the car, the tyres' made a burning sound and Dean smacked him at the back of the head and said, "Mind the wheels geek boy!" Sam rolled his eyes and drove the car along the empty country road.

After a while he stopped the car on the dust road and looked back at Dean and said, "We need to figure this out." Dean sighed, adjusted himself in the seat, and said, "You telling me?" He slid open the windows and let the cool wind blow in, and looked at Sam's confused expression. "Hot flush," smirked Dean. Sam snorted and said, "Well do we know how this happened?"

Dean recollected what had happened last night. They had fought a possessor demon, who had taken over the body of a young male. After the rock salt and holy water, it had left the body, but disappeared into the night air. "Ok, so we didn't kill it? But it turned me into a woman?" Dean shook his head in disbelief. "No way could it have done this to me."

Sam closed his eyes, thinking, thinking of what had made Dean a woman… If they did even find it, what guarantee was there that they would be able to defeat it? "Hello, lost in thought? I'm still a woman, and not getting any younger!" Dean yelled, as Sam opened his eyes and said, "It must have been a witch." Dean raised an eyebrow, "A witch? Yeah sure, that happened."

"It has to be a witch. Looks like the possessor demon has a friend who likes playing tricks," Sam said. "That son of a bitch!" Screamed Dean, in frustration. So far being a woman hadn't been as fruitful as he had thought it would be, expect the fact that he was turned on by looking at himself in the mirror. "Well, let's kill it then," said Dean, impatiently. "It's not that easy," said Sam, "We have to find the demon again."

The last time it was bars, thought Dean. Bars were the place the demon took over the bodies of young men, and then lived in their bodies for a few days, a life of leisure and crime. After the demon had had its fun, it would shed the young man's body, leaving the man to sort out his own problems…

"We have to go bar hunting," said Dean. "Oh you'd like that wouldn't you?" Asked Sam, watching Dean's mascara covered eyes. "No, I mean we have to go to the bars to find the next possessed dude, and then only can we get the demon and kill the witch!" Sam raised an eyebrow and said, "What makes you so sure we're gonna find the demon at a bar again?" Dean looked outside the window, the air coursing through his blonde hair. "It's the only option we have Sammy…"

Just as Dean said this, a blue Speedster swept past the Impala, hitting it with the side view mirror, which made an awfully loud screech. Dean's eyes widened, and Sam quickly said, "Dean remember! It's just a car!" But Dean paid no heed to Sam's pleas and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Yo bitchface! You just fuckin' ruined my car!" Dean got outside the car, and for a second forgot he was a chick.

The speedster stopped when it heard Dean's screams. The driver backed up and Sam got out of the car, worried Dean would get hurt. It was ironic really, the tables had turned on them, and now Sam was the one who had to make sure Dean was safe. "Crazy wheels, can't see where the hell you're going?" Said Dean furiously, kicking the speedster's door.

The driver of the speedster, a young man in the 30's, obviously proud of himself, lowered his green shades and said, "Sorry babe, why don't I make it up to you?" Dean just kicked the door again and said, "Yeah, make it upto me. Buy me a new impala jackass!" The guy just smiled and said, "Why don't I make it upto you in another way?" He grinned, and Dean just smiled and said, "I'm a lesbian." The man chuckled and said, "I can swing that way."

There was no way of predicting what happened next. Dean jumped into the car, punched the dude in the face (sunglasses and all), cursed because the dude's hard face hurt his hands, and then jumped out again and said, "Well I don't swing that way." The man was pissed, but he didn't say anything, as Sam was now giving him a threatening stare. It was funny how Sam's eyes could change from those of a cute puppy's to those of a ravaging banshee in the blink of an eyelash.

The driver drove off, while Dean looked at the impala and said, "Asshole ruined my car. And don't mind baby, I was just kidding about buying a new car. No one could ever, ever replace you…" He caressed the top of the car; while Sam sat inside and screamed, "Move it move it move it!" Dean jumped in and said, "Jeez Sam, get a grip. And I thought only old women had mood swings…"

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