A/N: Sorry I didn't say much on the last chapter, I was in a rush to upload the new chapter of this piece of shit fic! Haha!
So I actually just randomly came up with the idea and I was like, well, if I'm going to write it, I might as well upload it too, right? So here you are, my lovely people.
I did sort of change the Alpha lore. Actually, I don't know if I changed it, I just made some crap up to give Dean a reason to be a girl and that crap ended up being in the form of some Alpha shifter.
This is definitely not long; I already have the ending written, so read if you want. Doesn't matter to me :)
Reviews? Maybe? Tell me what you like, hate, comments, concerns, questions, all that lovely feedback :)
Till we meet again, deuces.
-LetMeBeYourHero
Chapter Two
Sam was trying not to smile, but he just couldn't help himself. "You look very...pretty, Dean."
"I swear to God," Dean growled. "If you don't forget this ever happened by the time I'm a guy again, I'm going to beat it out of you."
Sam had made the brilliant suggestion to get Dean more "fitting" clothes, considering his were way too big and, frankly, made for a guy. So Dean's definition of "fitting" was some smaller jeans and a plain t-shirt. But his younger brother insisted that Dean completely looked the part of Sam's "hot, older sister".
So Dean had to get a dress. He did admit, it was more free and felt more comfortable on him. But not only that, he needed a bra and girl's underwear. He felt like a complete freak trying everything on, and he couldn't even look at himself naked in the mirror. It just reeked of all kinds of weird. And Dean was no expert on women's clothing; only on how to get it off. So picking out his new attire was like trying to teach a fish how to fly. Eventually though, Dean got the hang of it, and recognized what type of clothes represented what type of woman. And he had a little fun putting the ensemble together, though he would never, ever admit that to his brother.
It was a strapless dress that hugged his body and went down to about mid-thigh. He got a black leather jacket and matching boots as well, and returned to Sam waiting in the car, and the fight began that dissolved into silence. Soon after they apologized to one another, and everything returned to normal. Or, as normal as the situation would allow.
"Didn't Cas say his favorite color was blue?" Sam asked, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Indigo." Dean corrected quickly.
"...I'm sorry?"
"It's not blue, Stevie Wonder, it's indigo."
"Indigo...of course...indigo..."
"Is there an echo in the car?"
The younger brother shook his head. "No, I was just stating how you are wearing his favorite color."
Dean's jaw tightened. "So?"
"Nothing, just an...observation."
"Shut up."
Silence began again, and Dean pulled out a new issue of "Busty Asian Beauties" he had picked up at the convenience store right next to where he bought his clothes. He felt Sam roll his eyes, but he didn't care. He was conducting a very important experiment.
Dean began flipping through the pages, looking at the different naked pictures and very erotic things that he had enjoyed in the last issues he had as a guy. But as he looked at the different pictures, they seemed to make him feel...sorry for the girls instead of turned on by them. Dean started getting desperate, and searched for something, anything, that would show him he was still part man.
But he ended up throwing the magazine out the window, exhausted and in disbelief.
"...is everything alright, Dean?" Sam asked cautiously, glancing over at him.
Dean sighed and turned to look out the window before replying solemnly, "I wish I knew Sammy."
Dean and Sam arrived at the shitty motel at midnight, and Sam instantly fell asleep, face down on the bed. Dean got himself some alcohol and went to the bathroom. He grinned. He did look pretty hot.
As he walked out of the bathroom, he saw Cas staring out the motel window. Dean straightened up, and he normally would've liked to beat the bastard to a pulp, but he was just relieved that the angel even came back.
"Are you alright Cas?" Dean asked, sitting down at the table.
"It's nothing you need to concern yourself with," Cas grumbled, not facing him.
Dean sighed. He knew that face of Cas'. "I'll make the coffee."
"Its really fine Dean." Cas insisted.
"Oh is it?" Dean glanced at his brother and nodded his head out the door, and the two stepped out, though Cas never once bothered to look at him. Dean continued loudly, "I didn't realize that your hate towards women wasn't a problem at all and you have it completely under control. How can you even hate them...us? Or, I guess, hate women more than men? Aren't angels supposed to be hate everything equally?" Dean's voice was hard and cold, clearly ticked off.
"I don't hate women, Dean." Cas said, getting slightly angry himself.
"Then what do you hate? You seem to be pretty pissed at something lately!"
Castiel finally looked at him, his mouth opened to spit harsh words, but he was completely caught off guard. "Your clothes...they're different."
"Yea, so? I figured I should blend in with the gender."
Cas looked at Dean funny, causing Dean to get rather flustered, but he refused to break the eye contact and back down. The long stare allowed him to notice things in Cas' face he never would've before. Like how one eye was slightly lower than the other, and how his nose tipped up as if he still held a shred of dignity, and that he had never shaven as long as Dean had known him, but his scruff was always perfectly placed along his jaw, never bushy, never smooth. And his eyes were the deepest color of blue, making quite an alluring color. Cas began to talk again, but all Dean heard were the deep rolls in his voice, how his tone was fairly flat, but did occasionally rise and fall to emphasize certain words. Finally, Dean noticed how Cas looked at his hands when he sat down, and he sat with very high shoulders, yet when he stood, he looked slumped over and tired.
The thing that pulled Dean out of his trance was Cas' final comment.
"You look very nice in that dress. Indigo...is my favorite color."
Dean blinked and said without thinking, "I know."
He broke the eye contact to look at the ground, his heart beating rapidly, and he looked back up again, but Cas was long gone.
"So if my calculations are correct, there are two possible targets for tonight's murders..." Sam trailed off, clicking away at his laptop.
The Winchesters were at a diner, enjoying their usual breakfast, but Dean could hardly concentrate, simply poking at his bacon. He had gotten minimal sleep, all because of that damn interaction he had had earlier with Cas. He couldn't understand why the angel was acting so strange.
Or, stranger than usual.
Maybe Sam was-
"Dean? Dean are you even listening to me?"
Dean's head snapped up. "I'm sorry Sam, what was that last part?"
Sam gave him a funny look. "Are you feeling alright, Dean?"
"What? Of course I am, just keep talking."
"...as I was saying, you could take one house and I could take another, and we could call up the other if the Alpha arrives at either of our houses. But if he is at yours, Dean, you have to actually call me, alright? You can't go leaving me in the dark again."
"Again?" Dean wrinkled his nose. "When did I ever ditch you on a hunt?" Sam stared at him, unamused, and Dean sighed. "Fine, I cross my heart and hope to die. You wanna pinky swear too? Maybe spit on our hands and shake?"
Sam rolled his eyes, "You're unbelievable."
"I know, right?" Dean smirked. "Hey we should check out the local bar, see how many guys hit on me in one night."
"Dean, that's just wrong."
"What! It'll be a good way to waste a few hours! The Alpha's pattern isn't to attack until the middle of the night. If we leave at about nine or ten, we will still have plenty of time to make it to the houses and take down this bastard. Kapeesh?"
Sam sighed, defeated. "Whatever. But I'm not defending you if twenty guys come on you at once."
"I'm offended you think I can't handle that!"
Six o'clock on the dot, just thirty hours until Dean was a woman forever, and the brothers were at a local pub called "The Old Place". Cas hadn't shown back up to explain himself, but Dean pushed the angel out of his mind. He was here to mess with some guys and see the side he never got to see at a bar.
"Are you sure you want to do this," Sam asked for the fifth time that evening as they walked into the noisy atmosphere, the smell of whiskey and sweat mingling and hitting Dean full-force at the door.
He took a deep breath and nodded with a grin. "Hell yea."
Sam got a booth that was towards the back of the room, close to the bathroom and emergency exit. It was a spot Sam was famous for grabbing, considering he had to often help Dean to both doors.
But Dean wasn't going to let that happen tonight.
He was going to stay decently sober so as not to be taken advantage of.
That would be an awkward situation.
Just as Dean got his first beer, the first guy approached. He was stocky, a little short, with a buzz cut and a thin mustache. Definitely not the type Dean would want if he were an authentic girl.
"Hey sweet stuff, what're you doing here all alone? A little lady like you might draw the wrong crowd if you aren't properly looked after." He winked.
"And what exactly is the wrong crowd?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
He started to say something, but another man cut in, saying, "This guy, love."
Dean turned, and saw a blonde man with wavy locks and a very firm build, tall, with a newly shaven face and broad chin. He was probably a spitting image of a Prince Charming if there ever was one.
Now that's more like it.
The mustache guy, having been cast out of Dean's mind, sniffed and left, Prince Charming taking his spot next to Dean. "Hi, I'm Ian."
Dean smiled and stuck out his hand, "Anna."
"What a lovely name," Ian smiled. "Can I get you anything, Miss Anna?"
"Actually, another beer would be awesome." He smiled. "Where's your accent from?"
"Oh, I'm from Wales. Transfer student going to the local college."
"You're kidding? Me too!" Dean laughed. "That's so ironic."
"Really? I swear I would've seen you around. Your face is one I wouldn't forget." He winked. "What are you studying?"
Dean's smile faltered and he said quickly, "Law. It's always been a passion."
"Seriously? I'm a senior in law!"
Goddammit. Dean refrained from rolling his eyes. This was just his luck.
"Wow, that's so weird." Dean said, and looked at his phone. "Oh, I guess I better get going. I've got a big exam tomorrow, and you know how those go if you get hammered the night before."
"But your next beer just arrived. Please stay. I think you're very lovely, and I'd love to chat some more." Ian smiled softly, causing Dean to melt and give in. He started drinking his second beer, and before he knew it, he was on his third, and then his fourth, and his fifth, until Ian offered to take him home and he could hardly stand.
"Just take me...to my car...carriage" Dean giggled, feeling his stomach wrench, causing his hand to cover his mouth. He looked up at Ian and smiled before adding, "Have we met, Prince Charming?"
"Yes, Anna. I should definitely take you home." Ian insisted, grabbing Dean's elbows.
Dean started to protest, saying how his curfew was midnight and he didn't want his ride to turn into a pumpkin, but he was already being lead out to Ian's car. He plopped down in the passenger seat, and started spewing out the address to his motel. The car started, and they drove, and drove, and drove. Dean didn't notice how far they'd gone; he was fascinated by the angel air freshner in the car.
"I know an angel," Dean slurred.
"Is that so?" Ian replied as if talking to a child.
Dean nodded proudly. "His name's Cas...ti...el...that's a lot of letters, huh?" Dean wrinkled his nose and giggled. "But he's a pretty angel, and he smells like strawberries, even if we just killed something. And he's always very nice to me, even though I treat him like crap."
Ian nodded. "Is this angel your boyfriend?"
"Boyfriend?" Dean said the word increduously, but then he thought about the word. "He's a friend that's a boy if that's what you mean."
"But there's nothing going on between you two?"
"You mean like kissy stuff and sex?" Dean laughed. "No, he's an angel! Angel's don't do that." Dean looked at his reflection in the rearview mirror. "Sometimes I wish he wasn't an angel."
Eventually the car stopped, but when Ian helped Dean out, they were no where near the town. Instead, they were out in a cornfield.
"This isn't my motel..." Dean said slowly and then he was shoved against the car.
"Oh I know, sweetheart." Ian growled, gripping Dean's hips hard.
"L-Let me go!" Dean yelled, but it was feeble and slurred.
"Just hold still and this won't hurt a bit..."
Dean was about to ask what he was talking about, but Ian began attacking his neck with bites and rough kisses, causing Dean to jump and begin pushing him off. But the harder he tried to push him away, the harder Ian slammed him back into the car.
Sam was right. I shouldn't have done this.
Ian stripped Dean of his jacket and pushed his dress up to his hips. Dean was becoming sober very quickly now, but he still couldn't overpower Prince Charming. He could say stop as many times as he wanted, but Ian was a sick bastard, and he was going to get what he wanted.
Just as Ian began to take his pants off, there was a flashing bright light, and he was a corpse on the ground. Dean slid down the car and started sobbing. He attempted to gain his composure, but he wasn't that strong. He could deal with ghosts and monsters and angels and demons, but he couldn't stand humans. They were always his weakness.
"Dean?" A deep, familiar voice said.
Dean sniffed and looked up through blurry eyes and he croaked, "Cas?"
The angel knelt down and studied Dean, gently holding his face as he examined the various bruises. "It seems you were taken advantage of."
"Tell me something I don't know," Dean blubbered, wiping his eyes. Cas held two fingers to Dean's forehead, and the pain he was feeling all over his body became numb. Dean leaned against the car, exhausted, and asked quietly, "What did you do to Ian?"
"Only what he deserved." Cas replied in the same tone. He took off his trench coat and wrapped it around Dean's shaking form before picking him up. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas, and the angel looked down at Dean's female face, confused.
"Thank you, Cas." Dean said softly, staring up at his savior. "I don't thank you for half the things you do for me and Sam, but thank you for this." Dean cupped Cas' face and kissed his cheek before blacking out.
Castiel continued to stare at Dean Winchester, and the longer he stared, the more he saw past Dean's feminine features and saw the man that lie below: broken, defeated, and curled up in his trench coat. He had only followed Dean because he didn't like what Dean was doing, and he didn't want Dean to do something stupid. Things had gotten out of hand, and he never wanted Dean to be as hurt as he was now, but he was glad that at least he was safe in his arms.
His cheek was tingling from where Dean had pressed his lips to his skin, and he didn't know what to make of it. But as he carried Dean all the way back to the motel, he felt more of the feeling throughout his body, and setting him down in his bed, he knew what the feeling would often be described as.
Castiel lay down next to Dean, but he would only stay like that for a little while.
Dean rolled over and nestled into Castiel's side.
Or...perhaps longer.