Dean

Dean hated witches.

Like, really, really, hated them. With a passion. A burning passion. A salt and burn type of passion. And he was determined to strip every last one of them from their powers if it was the last thing he did. Especially after this.

"I hate everything. Everything. I'm gonna rip their frigging lungs out. I'm gonna burn those bitches so ba- ...is that a double bacon cheeseburger?"

Sam dropped a take-out bag down in front of Dean.

"Yep. Thought I'd bring something for my big sister who's in 'so much pain'." Sam said, grinning ear to ear.

"Wow. I simultaneously want to hug you and beat the shit out of you. Dick." Dean retorted, sounding genuinely confused at his own feelings.

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2 Days Ago.

The witch coven had been a large one, seven or so, and when Sam and Dean burst in they'd been in the process of sacrificing a total of 3 rabbits. It was safe to say they hadn't been too impressed with their interruption and had thrown the boys across the room where they smashed into the wall.

Dean, as he was known for his running mouth, decided to blurt out: "Jeez girls, pissy or what, I thought werewolves were bad at their time of the month."

The witches weren't to pleased about that comment.

One of the younger girls pulled two elder witches closer and whispered something, smirking. The two witches had then actually cackled and threw a hex bag at Dean while shrieking out something in Latin. The bag exploded on impact, covering the elder Winchester in a light blue dust that was impossible for him not to breathe in.

The last thing Dean remembered about being there was Sam screaming his name at the top of his lungs before his vision went blue and he couldn't breathe, dropping clumsily to the floor as he passed out.

He woke up on his back on the dirty bed at the motel, chest still aching from were he'd swallowed the powder. His eyes still closed, he raised his fist to hit his chest lightly to clear the feeling. Upon impact of hitting his chest, he choked, his eyes flew open and he bolted upright.

"What the actual fuck?" Dean yelled, voice very different, to which a worried Sam burst in holding Ruby's knife. Once he'd actually seen Dean, he burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter.

"Oh.. my... gosh... Morning Princess!" Sam gasped out through his laughing.

"Dude I just hit myself in the boob! Sam, I have boobs!" Dean voice was very high pitched and panicked. He ran his fingers through his hair, shocked when he felt the length of it.

Chanting "No, no, no," over and over, he sprinted into the grimy motel bathroom, clutching his chest. Looking in the mirror, he saw a very attractive young blonde staring back. Her hair went to her shoulders and was a dark shade of blonde. Light freckles splayed across her nose and cheeks.

"I am so conflicted right now." Dean decided, still staring (rather intensely) at herself in the mirror. Sam poked his head round the door. "What?" He asked, wondering if he'd just heard his brother (turned sister) right.

"Well look at me! I'm a busty, hot blonde! I gotta say, perks of being a girl? Boobs." Dean explained, promptly grabbing his new breasts.

"Total negative though? I miss my di-"

"OKAY, how about we find you some proper clothes and find these witches, hm?" Sam interrupted, really not wanting to hear the end of the sentence.

"Fine, but can we go get a cheeseburger too?" If Sam had any doubts about the girl standing in front of him not being Dean, they were cleared up by that conversation.

Sam turned to go raid through his duffel to find his wallet when he heard Dean cry out. He turned back and swung open the bathroom door.

"Dean, you okay?" He asked, worriedly.

Dean was stood, bent over, one hand clutching the sink for balance, the other wrapped around herself. She looked up. "Friggin peachy!" She said, accompanied by a sarcastic smile.

"What's the matter?"

"I uh," Dean started awkwardly, "I think I have what girls call 'cramps.'"

Oh, Sam thought. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Laugh, because his brother was a sexist jerk sometimes and it was quite funny to see how he'd manage as a girl in this situation. Cry, because it was Dean, and Sam would be the one who'd have to deal with all this... girl stuff.

Dean cried out again.

"You have to get me pills, or Cas, or knock me out, it hurts." Sam knew the pain had probably been intensified by the witches and really felt sympathy for his new sister. He sighed.

"Okay, I'm going out, I'll get you some... stuff and painkillers, if you really have to; call Cas. I'll bring back food, and do you need any new clothes while you're like this?" Just call him Sam, the awesome little brother.

Dean shook her head. "I guess not. Underwear, maybe?"

Sam nodded, and went back to finding his wallet in his duffel. Just as he was stepping out the door Dean called out: "Sammy? ..Thanks."

Sam smiled the rest of the way to the the store.

AN: Bit iffy on this, R&R greatly appreciated with constructive criticism? Always good to know any ways I could improve. Sorry about any mistakes, they're all my own. If it's been done before, I apologise profusely, just thought of it one afternoon and haven't seen it myself.