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Chapter 5: The Princess and the Archangel

"CAS! Jesus fucking Christ, we've talked about this! Minimum five foot radius before poofing into existence!" Dean yelled, jumping back from Cas then turning to face the angel. Cas was a good two inches taller than Dean in his new body, forcing Dean to turn his face up and connect his bottle-green eyes with the celestial electric blue ones.

"I do not believe that is the Christ Child's middle name, Dean. Your appearance has…. changed considerably since we last met." Castiel said, staring Dean up and down with his brows drawn together quizzically.

Sam burst out laughing at that, still perching on the arm of the couch. Dean turned an acidic glare in Sam's general direction that would have been much more effective before his newly attained "cute factor". As it was, the expression just made Sam laugh all the harder, now threatening to fall off the arm of the sofa and onto the floor.

With a look of disgust, Dean turned back to the angel, who was still studying him intently. "Look man," Dean said, a blush working it's way up his pale neck to settle prettily on his cheeks, "the staring was weird when we were both dudes, and now it's even creepier with my new… equipment." Dean finished, with a broad, sweeping gesture down his slender body.

Dean could feel how read his face was. That's just great. I haven't blushed since I was thirteen years old, now my first day as a chick and I'm as delicate as a fucking pansy. Dean looked back up at Cas, irritated to find that the angel was still staring at him, but at least now his gaze was honed in on Dean's face.

"So I- uh…. I called you down here, cause…. I figured you could help with the whole…" Dean said, hoping the angel would catch his drift so they could get the hell out of Awkwardville. Castiel's expression remained unchanged, obviously uncomprehending.

Great. I guess we're going to do this the hard way. Dean thought, embarrassed at having to tell the angel about his most recent fuck-up. Sam had at least mostly gained control of himself and moved to sit at his laptop, still concealing a smile with his hand.

"Okay… So me and Sammy were hunting this witch, right, and we go to check out her house but she ambushes me and pulls some Freaky Friday shit and I wake up with boobs and Farrah hair. So I was hoping, 'cause Bobby was supposed to come give us a hand, but he's a little busy with some haunting….." Dean trailed off to turn a hopeful gaze towards Castiel, who had wandered off to rifle through Dean's grocery sacks full of new clothes.

Cas suddenly straitened up and turned a wide-eyed look just above Dean's head, apparently forgetting about the height difference at first. When the angel's eyes finally met his, Dean realized Cas was as freaked out as he was.

"I do not know what you expect of me, Dean. I cannot reverse the magic the witch used on you, even with my grace." Cas said, choosing to take a seat on Sam's bed.

"Ugh… Yeah, I figured." Dean said, his look of disappointment lasting only a moment. "Can you, like, do some angel-y GPS on her or something, though? Like track her magic so we can at least know where she is?"

"Dean, I can make no promises. But I will attempt to locate the source of your…. recent physical transformation." Castiel said, eyes roving around the tiny hotel room, looking everywhere but Dean.

"Thanks, man. I really appreciate it." Dean said with a grin, but before he could step forward and slap the angel on the arm, he was gone.

Dean had just finished rifling through his new clothes looking for the pajama bottoms and plain white t-shirt that Charlie had found for him earlier in the day, when he once again heard the quiet rustling of wings from behind him. Dean turned around, happy to find that Cas had fluttered to the center of the room instead of right behind him. The angel was sporting his trademark frown and did not appear to be pleased with the results of his search.

"Hey, man, how'd it go?" Dean said tentatively, hoping to god the angel had some good news for him.

"I was unsuccessful in my search." Cas said, head cast down in what looked to be disappointment.

Or maybe he just spotted something in the carpet, who fucking knows with this guy, Dean thought.

"Uggghhh….great. That's just great." Dean said, halfway muttering to himself, "Even our feathery eyes in the sky can't find this chick, and I stILL LOOK LIKE A DISNEY PRINCESS."

Dean threw the pajama bottoms he was holding onto the floor and sad down heavily on the side of the bed in a full-on pout.

"Dean, all hope is not lost. I have contacted someone who has much more experience in this sort of thing than I, and he should be here momentarily." Cas said with a concerned frown cast in Dean's direction.

Dean slowly raised his head, a look of incredulity masking the panic he was starting to feel.

"You did what, now?" Dean inquired calmly.

"I have contacted someone wh-" Castiel started, gearing up to repeat his entire spiel.

"No no no, I heard you the first time, I just what to know WHO THE HELL YOU TOLD!" Dean said, his illusion of calm snapping like a twig.

Castiel stood still, obviously bewildered at Dean's reaction. It appeared that Dean's recent gender change made it even harder for the angel to discern his emotions, despite them being more obvious on his expressive face.

"I merely requested the presence of my brother, the archangel Gabriel, who as you well know is much more experienced in the ways of magic and trickery. He will surely be able to assist us." Cas said.

Dean plopped back down on the bed, seemingly in shock. Even Sam, who had been halfheartedly staring at his laptop during the conversation, snapped his head up at the mention of the trickster.

Not three seconds passed, the Winchesters still staring at the trenchcoated angel in incredulity, before they once again heard the telltale sound of feathers rustling in the wind.

"Heyyyy Dean-o!