"Son of a bitch," Dean swore when he opened his eyes.

Everything looked huge and he couldn't feel his arms or legs and he started to freak out.

"Sam! Sam! Sammy!" He yelled but there was no response.

Dean tried to turn his head but he wasn't able to. This was really starting to scare him. He closed his eyes and tried to think back to the last thing he could remember.

Sam and I were working a case, we had a hunch that a witch was involved and we were looking for her. Eventually we found her and I had pissed her off, there was a cloud of yellow smoke and then nothing.

Dean opened his eyes and cursed again. Now what the hell was he going to do? He didn't know where he was or what he was. All he could do was hope that Sam found him soon.

Dean watched as a bee got close to him, he started to blow at the bee but the bee just kept going. "Great, I'm a flower." Dean said once the bee was gone.

Dean was starting to get bored, he began singing all his favourite songs but that wasn't helping. He didn't know what time it was, how long he had been a flower or how much longer he was going to be a flower.

Dean tried to enjoy being at peace, just enjoy the slight breeze and the warm weather but he couldn't, all he could think about was getting back to his old body.

Soon he heard the crunching of boots on the ground and hoped like hell it was Sam.

"Sammy?" Dean called out again when the boots stopped in front of him.

"Dean? Where are you?" Sam answered.

"Down here."

"Where?"

"Look down."

Sam crouched down but still couldn't see Dean.

"Dean, I'm down here but I don't see you."

"Lie on your stomach."

Sam did and Dean said, "Boo!"

Sam's head whipped to the side and Dean laughed at the way Sam's eyes bugged out.

"So, this is what the witch did to you, turned you into a dandelion."

"Yeah." Dean replied thankful to know what kind of flower he was.

"Well, we'll just have to get her to change you back."

"Good luck with that, I really pissed her off."

"Maybe if you apologize to her and we promise not to gank her ass."

"Yeah, maybe." Dean said with a sign.

"Stay here, I'll be back with her."

"Not going anywhere Sammy."

"Oh, right." Sam said realizing what Dean currently was.

Sam got up and left and Dean sighed again because he wasn't sure if the plan would work. Night fell and finally Dean could hear footsteps and then Sam came into view with the witch.

"Alright Dean, Liz is here. What do you need to say?" Sam asked.

"I'm sorry Liz for what I said to you. I promise to not gank you; if you change me back."

"Normally, I would let you stay this way but I'm feeling generous. So, I accept your apology."

"Thank you," Dean and Sam both replied.

The witch nodded and there was a puff of smoke and Dean was back to normal. He wobbled a bit but remained standing.

Sam and Liz stood up as well and Sam turned to Liz and said, "now, remember your promise to stop doing whatever you were doing to this town so that we won't have to come back and gank you."

"I promise." Liz said and then disappeared in another puff of smoke.

"So, did you enjoy being a dandelion?" Sam asked when the smoke cleared.

"No, I hated it." Dean replied while stretching his limbs.

Sam laughed, Dean hit him and they both left the field.