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Sam pulled back up to their parking spot at the motel, his breakfast to go from the local coffee place in white paper bags in the passenger's seat. The Impala's engine cut off as he put it in park and took out the keys, jinging up to the front step.
"Dean?" He knocked on the front door. "Hey, are you, uh..."
The door swung open, and Dean was topless once again with a fluffy towel tucked around his waist.
Sam's eyes flung wide as he rushed inside and slammed the door with his back. "Dude! Don't..do that! Someone could have seen you!"
Dean rolled his eyes. "Now that I'm a girl I'm seriously over it. They're just fat lumps on a chest. Why do ladies have to cover them up all the time anyway? Shirts are really uncomfortable."
Sam crossed his arms. "I don't know. Call up the social norms department."
Dean had a towel tucked around his waist, and he plopped down on the bed. Dean sighed loudly with a frown and stuffed a pillow over his head. "..And it didn't work, by the way."
Sam screwed up his face. "Dean..what didn't work?"
"The masterbating. Didn't work." Dean mumbled into the pillow again. "There's like..nothing to even grab or anything. It sucks. Well, maybe it does work, but hell if I know what you're supposed to do-"
Sam cupped his ears tight. "Shut up, dude, now."
Dean smirked and rolled off the bed again, going back toward the bathroom. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm shaving."
Sam raised an eyebrow as Dean pushed past him and went into the bathroom and plopped onto the floor, razor in hand.
"Shaving?" Sam asked, trailing Dean to the bathroom.
"I mean, how are we supposed to do it?" Dean asked Sam, looking at his hairy womanly leg and twisting it from side to side. "Like, I know this sounds stupid, but it's almost like I assumed women are hairless."
Sam chuckled at that. "Yeah, right. Well, I saw Jess do it sometimes," Sam shrugged. "Like, you use a razor and just like pull it upwards I think. Against the grain. Or was it with the grain? I don't know. I'm just wearing pants, dude. Not like I want guys after me anyway."
Dean pouted and looked at his slim legs, bent at an angle as he sat on the floor. "Well, do I use shaving cream or water or what, man? You gotta help me." He flipped his ponytail of dark blonde hair over his shoulder and pleaded Sam with his green eyes. "C'mon."
Sam rolled his eyes and leaned on the doorframe a little. "Why are you even doing this, man? Just wear jeans like I'm doing."
Dean crossed his arms over his bare chest. "If I'm cursed to be a chick I might as well get to have some damn fun with it, okay? I wanna wear hot clothes. I'm gonna seduce some very hot lesbians with these pretty little legs of mine, alright? Now, what do I use?"
Sam frowned. "Jess just used soap and water. And you do know that when we get turned back into guys you're still getting hairless legs?"
Dean waved his annoying little brother out of the bathroom. "Yeah, yeah, whatever man. Get out. I got some shavin' to do."
Dean was surprised how much hair he had. It was freaking annoying how quickly the razor filled up with suds and dark blonde hairs and that he had to shake it out in the sink water before every single stroke. He nicked his knee a little, not knowing why the skin on his kneecap caught the blades much easier. Finally, he finished with both his lower legs and splashed the remaining soap off with a bit of water from the tub.
"Oh. My. God." Dean ran his hand along his calves again. It felt like a baby dolphin's butt, if that dolphin had just gone swimming in a tub of extra virgin olive oil. "SAMMY!"
Dean burst out of the bathroom, holding his towel tightly around his waist and he saw Sam's eyes widen as he rushed extremely quickly at him. Dean propped his one leg up on the bed like a pirate on a treasure chest and jabbed at his leg with his pointer finger. "Feel it."
"Why...?" Sam asked, looking very irritated as he shot Dean a female version of a bitchface.
"Fucking feel it." Dean growled, pointing to his smooth leg gleaming with bathwater once again.
Sam screwed his his face and hesitantly touched his leg. "This is weird." He moved his two fingers down and his face lit up a little. "Oh. Whoa."
Dean smirked and lifted an eyebrow. "Dude. It's like its not even skin. It feels like how melted chocolate tastes."
Sam took his fingers away and looked a little weirded out that he'd just been stroking his older brother's leg. "Uh..."
Dean rolled his eyes and took his leg off the bed. "Shave, Sammy. C'mon, you won't regret it. I feel like a fucking human seal right now." He rubbed his leg again in disbelief.
"Is that supposed to be a good thing or..?" Sam asked, and Dean snorted, making his way back to the bathroom.
"Live a little, Sam!" Dean scolded, his ponytail oscilating back and forth on his bare back as he practically swayed back into the bathroom, and Sam wondered if Dean was enjoying this whole being a girl thing way too much.
Dean was singing as he shaved his thighs, he heard Sam groaning in irritation outside. "You've been hit by- you've been struck by- a smooth crimina-AH! FUCK! Cas, what did I say about angel-zapping into people's bathrooms, dammit?"
