Bobby Singer: Early 40's

John Winchester: Early 40's

Dean Winchester: 26 years-old

Jasmine Rhodes: 21-22 years-old.

Puzzle Piece:

SETTLING IN

"So . . ." Jasmine trailed off, not knowing what to say.

Neither of them did; what was one supposed to say after one turns into a man, after all? And Jasmine was definitely a man now. She or was it he? So, she/he had all of the parts to prove it. No one had slept a wink since the transformation, well Bobby went back to bed, said he'd deal with it in the morning. Jasmine and Dean on the other hand, had since than been having the longest awkward moment in the universe.

Jasmine's clothes were a little tight and she/he thanked whoever that she/he had changed out of her/his jean's and the underwear she/he was really killing. And Jasmine really had figured out whether she/he would rather be called a she or a he. Since she/he was stuck as a guy she/he had better get used to the fact that she/he was, well, a guy. So Jasmine figured she/he would just be referred to as a He and not a She. Jasmine gave a sigh of relief at at least having gotten one thing out of the way. HE figured that HE could get used to the fact of being a guy instead of a girl.

"I think I gonna have to change my name or something, aren't I?" Jasmine suddenly said.

Dean couldn't help but smile a little at that, at least there was some of the old Jasmine left. Why was he thinking of Jasmine as the old Jasmine? Because, his mind supplied, she's a he now. Dean looked at her - him, Jasmine looked like Jasmine but a guy version, liker her male twin was all. Just Jasmine in a guy shell.

"We could just call you Jaz from now on," Dean told him.

"I guess," Jaz nodded. "Where does this leave us?" he asked suddenly.

"I don't know," Dean answered honestly.

"You're not into guys and I am pretty sure that I still do," Jaz ran his finger's through his now short hair. "This probably was never gonna work out in the first place, even when I was a girl. John was dead on the money,"

"Dad!" Dean blurted. "What are we gonna tell Dad?"

Jaz winced. "I don't suppose we could avoid him, for like ever?"

"Right," Dean scoffed. "He probably just track our sorry asses down."

Jaz stood up than, testing out his new limbs. Yeah, these girl panties were kinda tight, as well as the shirt and pants. He turned to Dean, pulling at the clothing clinging to his skin. "I don't suppose you have some extra clothes."

"Seriously?" Dean gave him a look.

"Seriously, I am pretty sure this underwear is cutting off my circulation in important places." Jaz shot a glance downward.

Dean burst into laughter. Not his usual manly chuckle that he has, but a very loud laughter. Side splitting, tear jerker, gasping for breath, can't stand up laughter. This was a Dean that Jaz had hardly ever seen, even after all of the years that they had been together. Because what did a couple of Hunter's have to laugh about; all the thing's they've seen, hunted, all of the lives ruined. Jaz smiled as he watched Dean, things were going to work out just fine.

Jaz let the water cascade down his new body. It was kind of weird to look down and not see any boobs, and instead you saw a penis dangling form between your legs. Not many people got to say that they had boobs once, like people always say that getting kicked in the balls was like giving birth to a baby. There was no way for Jaz to really test out, since he never got pregnant when he was a girl, and he never wanted to get kicked in the balls in the first place. He'd seen other guys get hit there and that was enough for him.

He stepped from the shower, and wiped himself down. Clearing the fog from the mirror in order to see his appearance. He looked at his new reflection; he looked the same but different, in a guy-like way. He still had a head full of dark locks, just not as long as before, they were short like Dean's. He still had his hazel brown eyes and his brows were the same if not a little thicker. Still had the same nose that is looked at upside-down it looked like a heart. His shoulders were broad instead of narrow, and his stomach was still flat. Instead of boobs, he had man-pecks and had more muscle than before. He was as tall as Dean, an even six-feet. And speaking of feet, his were much bigger; before they were a size nine, now they were probably a size twelve. Jaz figured that he would be hairy, but like Dean, not so much. His chest was smooth and hairless as well as his face, his arms and legs had hair but not so much as to say that he was hairy. His pits on the other hand were, which was new. His but was, what one would say "could bounce a nickel off of that"; and his penis was well "Holy shit!" worthy. Jaz didn't want to be an ass, but damn he was fine - that is is the Jasmine in him had something to say about it.

Jaz wasn't so sure this was a curse; he could probably hunt better now that he was guy. It wasn't because girls are weaker blah blah blah. No, Jaz was pretty strong when he was girl; but now he has more muscle mass and more of everything else. Jasmine was a good Hunter, but Jaz was going to be better. Dean was an awesome Hunter and some of that had to do with the fact that he was a guy.

And now Jaz was too.

Now, when he had sex there was no chance that he was going to get pregnant. He could pee standing up, probably pee anywhere now. He could now walk around without a shirt if he so chose or just for the fact that he could. He could eat like a pig and no one was gonna stare because guys eat like pigs.

Jaz quickly threw on the pair of pants Dean had loaned him and jerked open the bathroom door. He had remembered probably the best thing about not being a girl anymore and he just had to share it with Dean. Dean was in the living room, the TV was on a music channel playing some song Jaz didn't know, and Dean was lying across the couch asleep. Jaz, forgetting everything, ran over and jumped on him. Dean didn't even seem to notice.

Jaz was going to shake him a awake, but as he stared down at Dean's sleeping face, he notice how tired and stressed he really looked. Jaz had ran to Dean because he now knew that he wasn't going to get a period any more; because do you know how hard it was to hunt when you're on your period? Plus, Dean would have to deal with the week long mood every month. Jaz slowly climbed off of him, careful not jostle before sitting in front of the couch. He crossed his arms and laid them against the edge of the couch, before laying his head down on them as he just watched Dean sleep.

Jaz stared at Dean's face while he slept; looking at every detail. The shape of his face, his cheek bones, jaw line, the way his nose fits his face perfectly, his equal eye brows, his closed eye lids, the way his stubble frames his perfect lush lips.

God, Jaz missed him so much. It had been about eight hours since the transformation took place, but it felt as if he had been away from Dean for years. They had hardly talked and Jaz would have thought that Dean would be pissed, but instead his neutral. It felt like Dean was avoiding him, didn't want to touch or be near him. But Jaz missed him so much, missed his touch, the sound of his voice, his sexy voice, the way he looked when they had sex; everything.

Leaning foreword, Jaz pressed his lips against a sleeping Dean. Kissing him slowly, Jaz put every single drop of love he had for Dean into that one kiss. The last kiss, Jaz knew. Before he reluctantly pulled away and lay his head back on his arms; basking in Dean's scent as he fell into a deep needed sleep.

Dean scrunched up his nose, trying the get away from whatever was tickling it. Opening his eyes, he moved his head back, all he could see was a head of dark locks. Leaning up on his elbow Dean looked down at the sleeping head of Jaz. Not Jasmine any more, but Jaz, a guy that looked just like her. But it is her, his mind told him; she just has a guy's body is all.

And what was so wrong with that? Nothing, but it wasn't Jasmine, it wasn't his Jasmine. he looked down at Jaz as he gave a snort-snore, just like Jasmine. Dean squeezed his eyes shut for a second before opening them again. Slowly, he reached out and brushed his fingers through Jaz's short dark locks; they were still as soft as ever as well as still a little damp. Damp? That was when Dean finally noticed the rest of Jaz. He was wearing no shirt; his skin still as flawless as it had been before.

Dean slowly trailed his finger across Jaz's shoulder, his touch lighter than a feather. Dean trailed his finger's down Jaz's back; so smooth. Dean took a deep breath, breathing in his scent as his finger's reached the waist-band of Jaz's track pants.

Dean had never really looked at any guy in that way, but he did notice other guys; got to know your compotation, right? And Jaz was a good looking guy, just as Jasmine had been a good looking girl. And he loved Jasmine - Jaz. And he had had that experiment with a boy before, when he was sixteen, before he met Jasmine. So would it be so bad, if he wanted to be with Jaz that way again?

He knew when John found out that he would flip, but they would get to that bridge when they crossed it. Right now, he wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to cross the Jaz bridge. Dean thought that he would, if Jaz still wanted to; they had kinda broken up, but he wasn't so sure. Dean laid his head back on the couch, his nose buried in Jaz's hair and closed his eyes - he'd figure it out later, right now he just wanted to sleep for a while.