A/N: Since I got pretty good feedback on the first chapter, I decided to give you guys a little treat and put up chapter two! Yayy! Sadly, I can't just sit around all day and write fanfic, so the next chapter will not get put up as quickly. :( But thank you guys a million for reading, and I hope you like it!

Chapter 2: BOOBS, SAMMY

Dean sat up, arching his back and tilting his neck, sore from where that bitch catapulted him into the corner with her black magic mojo. Squinting at his surroundings, Dean spotted Sam standing in the center of the room, with a hilariously dumbfounded expression on his face.

"Hey, man," Dean said, "Where'd our little friend go? She was just here a minute ago, kicking my ass. Please tell me you ganked her."

"…."

"Sam? Seriously, where did she go? And why the hell are you looking at me like that?"

"…DEAN?"

"Yeah, genius, who did you think it was?" Dean said, standing up with the help of the wall behind him.

Jesus, when did Sam get this tall? He's always been fucking giant, but I swear I used to at least come up to his shoulder….. Dean thought.

"But you're…. you're a…. he.. she…." Sam stuttered, a look of utter disbelief on his face.

"Go on, Waterboy, spit it out." Dean said brusquely. He was getting tired of that look on Sam's face real fast.

What's with my voice? Dean thought. Does it always sound this… shrill? He cleared his throat, surprised at the lack of resonance it made.

"Dean, you'RE A GIRL."

"Oh, yeah, sure Sam, that's real mature, resort to name-calling while we're in the middle of a hun-

"NO DEAN, LIKE YOU ARE ACTUALLY A GIRL."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Dean, please, just look down."

Dean, rolling his eyes at his (suddenly much taller) little brother, takes a cursory glance down. The first thing he notices is, oddly enough, his feet.

Damn, bitch hit me so hard one of my shoes flew off….. wait…..

"Sam, why is my foot so tiny? Does it look tiny to you?" Dean asks, sticking his shoeless foot up for his brother to examine, toes wriggling.

"Dean, I'm not really worried about your foot." Sam says, still with that moose-in-headlights expression.

As Dean lowers his leg, he feels a twinge in his hip from his fall, and moves to place a hand on the aching muscle. Only, his hips are not… where they used to be… and they're a lot more… hippy?… and his jeans are way too big, his shirts too for that matter…. but he can still glimpse the faint curvature of his chest under the smooth fabr-

"BOOBS." Dean yells, looking up at his brother and grabbing his chest frantically at the same time. "BOOBS, SAMMY. WHY DO I HAVE THEM." With a look of sudden realization closely followed by sheer terror, Dean patted his hand down between his legs where he discovered the glaring absence of something very dear to him. "OHHHH MYY GOOOOD, SAMMY, I THINK I'M A GIRL!"

"No fucking shit, Dean," Sam says, recovering slightly. "That witch must've whammy'd you with a curse or something."

His brothers words interrupted Dean's panicked examination of his "new" body. "Sonofabitch….." Dean whispered. "SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!"

Sam had to admit, he almost cracked a smile at hearing such language coming out of the mouth of the attractive (is that weird?) young blonde now inhabiting his brother's clothes. He managed to squash the grin it just in time, before Dean could flip his shit any harder.

Sam needn't have worried, though, after the initial violent outburst his brother (or is it siSTER?) just stood there, drowning in his clothes, and staring at his petite hands like a junkie on a bad trip.

After what felt like an eternity, Dean finally turned his head to face his brother.

Sam felt a shudder pass through him at the sight of the pretty young face, expression wide and eyes…. unnervingly Dean. "Come on, Dean. Why don't we head back to the motel, we can give Bobby a ring and plan our next move. That witch probably won't be coming back to this house, anyway, now that she knows we're on to her."

"Yeah…." Dean says, hesitantly. "That's probably a… uh… good idea. Bobby'll know what to do."

Dean hobbled over to where his other boot was lying on the ground, and stuck his foot inside. Then, stomping around like a toddler in his dad's work boots, proceeded up the stairs and back to the Impala.