"So… I am really sorry I got so mad," Lizzy explains as she puts her arms through the straps of her bra in the cramped quarters of the backseat after one heavy round of sex.

"It's been a tough run," Dean quickly explains away with a shrug, his shirt being pulled on over his head.

"Yeah, it has," Lizzy agrees, reaching behind her to clasp her bra in place. "You know, the whole bible chasing you and Sam's asses, losing Jo and Ellen, having no way to stop the devil…" she sighs heavily. "It's a lot to handle. Oh, and the whole cherry on top of everything being my getting knocked up and then losing it…"

"You don't have to rehash everything for me, L," Dean assures her, working on putting his jeans back on. Some of that stuff is still too hard to talk about, especially the miscarriage. He'd rather not. "It's been shitty. You don't have to explain yourself."

"I feel like I kinda do though," Lizzy returns, gathering the rest of her clothing to get dressed. "I just… I bottled it up this time. I held it in for a long ass time and clearly that is not the path to take for me."

"I'd say not," Dean huffs, popping his boots back on without tying them. "You're not the kinda person that can handle doing that."

"But now I have to wonder, how do you do that? How do you keep it all in?" Lizzy ponders over to him, pulling her shirt back on.

"Why do you think I, as you put it, lose my fucking shit during hunts and get scary?"

"So that's you popping the cork?"

"Yup. Just like this," Dean gestures between the two of them, "Is how you let it all out this time around. I have to say, yours is much more fun."

Lizzy smiles small before thinking about what put her over the edge this time.

"Damn, you know that bitch is still chapping my ass," Lizzy starts as she relaxes back once fully dressed and turns in the seat to look at him. "What the fuck was her deal? It was just so weird."

"I'd say she's been burned by a few too many dudes in her time," Dean shares his opinion as he also leans into the seat once dressed. "Left her a pissy, stone cold bitch."

"I guess, but it was all a bit dramatic if you ask me," Lizzy recalls, still annoyed. "And what's with the whole would I love you no matter what bullshit?"

"Yeah, I got nothing for that one," Dean admits, having found it odd also.

"I would you know," Lizzy tells him. "I didn't lie."

"I didn't think you did," he assures with a grin.

"I'd love you even if something busted up your face permanently and made you butt ugly."

"Oh yeah?" Dean asks and nods with the information.

"Definitely," she answers while scooting closer to him. "I'd stay with you even if you looked like the elephant man."

"Hey now, I would understand if you left me if I looked that jacked up." Dean smirks when she climbs up on his lap much like she did when they first got into the car but this time with more grace and without attacking him immediately.

"I'm never leaving you," she once more assures before kissing him. Dean brings his hands to rest on the curves of her ass just like always.

"Then I hate to tell you this but if you ever lose this ass, I am outta here."

"Oh it's the ass that keeps you around?" Lizzy grins and kisses him once more.

"Yup. Nothing else. Just that big ol' ass," Dean smirks, grabbing her hard through her jeans.

"Watch it buddy," Lizzy warns in jest. "My ass is not big. It's just… plump." She smiles wider. She's well aware that her butt is proportionally a little on the big side for her frame. She's a curvy chick and it's something she's actually quite happy with. Considering who Dean is, he's quite happy himself.

"Nah, it's big," Dean confirms for her and squeezes hard. "And awesome."

"Well now you're just trying to suck up after sticking your foot in your mouth."

"No way," he says before kissing her neck once. "And I wouldn't leave you either… even if your ass shrunk."

"Aw, that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me," Lizzy coos and kisses him again. "Yeah, it'd have to be something huge to get me to leave you."

"Like what?"

"I don't know… you cheat on me. I'd probably fly into a jealous rage so bad I'd have to leave you so that I don't kill you."

"Jesus," Dean says with wide eyes. "Good to know."

Lizzy laughs but it's the truth. She highly doubts she could handle that situation. Good thing she's quite sure it'll never happen, at least not with how much action he sees on a nearly daily basis. He has no need to seek outside sources.

"You'd never do that so I'm not too worried about it."

"Ok."

"What about you?"

"Uh," Dean has to think about it. He can't imagine leaving her for any reason. Nothing seems big enough to kill their relationship for him. "Don't grow a dick."

"Ha, don't think that'll be a problem," Lizzy laughs but then pauses to think it over for a moment. "So if I were a dude you'd never love me?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I'm not gay," he says simply and she makes a disappointed face. "Oh, don't give me that. I'm not being a fucking homophobe, ok? I'm just saying that I don't dig dudes. I don't think I could get past that to even figure out if I loved you."

"I could," Lizzy shrugs.

"What?" Dean asks her, needing elaboration.

"I could get past that… I mean, if you were a woman."

"No way," Dean shakes his head.

"I'm not lying," Lizzy promises. "If you were a girl I would still be totally, head over heel in love with you."

"You just said that I was lucky I had a dick because you like it so much!"

Lizzy laughs at the point he makes. "Ok, that's very true, but I still stand by my statement."

"If I were a chick you'd still love me… and have sex with me on a regular basis?"

"Absolutely," Lizzy nods, sure of it. "It'd take some getting used to and all, but I'd be fine."

"Wow," Dean shocks as he's taken aback.

"I like the person first, not the equipment."

"Now I'm almost sad I'm not a chick," he jests. "Sounds kinda hot."

Lizzy kisses him playfully, knowing he's going to have lesbian laced dreams concerning her tonight. "Your mind might be the most sex-addled brain I've ever come across."

"You get the second place trophy on that one then," he informs her.

"True," she laughs. "Let's get some shut eye, huh?"

"Yes!" Dean readily agrees. "I'm exhausted. A salt and burn plus being raped by my wife… I'm worn out."

"I didn't rape you!" Lizzy argues with a misgiving smile as she gets off his lap and out of the car.

"Damn near close to it." He takes her offered hand as she pulls him out of the backseat.

"Now way, baby," she tells him and pats him on the butt once before walking to the motel room door. "You can't rape the willing."

Dean huffs a small laugh. "You make a very good point."

Rolling over with a soft sigh, Lizzy settles once more into a comfortable place. It's freezing out these days and being in Illinois in winter is no picnic so when she rouses from her deep sleep very early in the morning she decides it best to stay in the warm bed. Granted it was lumpy and the sheets were a bit rougher than she would like, but the human furnace named Dean made it much more tolerable. She hated sleeping next to him during the summer but once autumn hits she's grateful again.

Turning to lay on her other side, she snuggles into him like she did nearly every morning for almost two years now. There really wasn't much better than the few days they had off and they could just wake up when they woke up, no hunts to get to and no places to jump in the car and race to. It was a wonderfully lazy feeling.

Lizzy presses her body into his back and breathes out contently. Instead of finding that comfortable spot she instinctually settles into like second nature however, Lizzy is greeted with a face full of hair. Long hair. As she wrinkles her nose when the strands tickle her, some kind of far off confusion descends upon her calm, sleep addled mind but it's slow to develop. Hooking her arm around Dean's torso she once more finds utter confusion. Instead of the usual hard muscled chest she finds soft skin over taught, smooth curves. That's when she starts to really wake up.

Her hand moves quicker now, practically searching for her man whose body she knows like the back of her hand, and when her palm lands on an ample round curve that certainly didn't belong on her man… or any other man for that matter… she becomes sufficiently worried. Her mind snaps into fully awake, hyper-focus mode as she springs up until sitting.

"Fuck!" Lizzy shouts when she sees the medium length, wavy, dirty blond head of hair lying facing away from her. Who the hell is she sleeping next to? Where's Dean? "Sam!" she shouts aloud for backup as she snatches her Glock off the nightstand and flies out of the bed. She swiftly aims at the mystery woman, trying to maintain her outer calm.

"What!?" Sam yells right back as he's up and out from under his blankets instantly. Looking over to the other bed closer to the door he sees there's a woman asleep in Dean and Lizzy's bed that Lizzy looks about ready to shoot.

"What the fuck is the deal?" the woman calls over in a highly agitated voice without moving to look at the nervous hunters. "So early…" She pulls the covers closer into her and continues to lay there looking for more rest.

"Who the fuck are you!?" Lizzy booms out her demand, trigger finger already itching with the nonchalance the female has within the situation.

"Who the fuck are you yelling like this on a day off?" the woman responds with absolute annoyance as she rolls over to face Lizzy.

"Oh my fucking God," Lizzy's voice drops an octave when she takes a look at the woman's face as she blinks away the sleep in her eyes. The gun in her hand shakes when Lizzy starts to piece it all together.

"Whoa, L! You're gonna shoot me!" the woman alarms with complete surprise as she sits up and holds out her hands in surrender. It's then that she gets a good look at her own two hands, her own two very small and feminine hands, in front of her. "Whoa! Shit!" she shouts and shakes her appendages while freaking out when the appearance of them shocks her.

"Baby?" Lizzy asks while lowering her gun to her side and staring in utter panic at the somehow familiar face in front of her. It's the eyes that give her away. Lizzy would know those expressive green eyes anywhere.

"Fuck! What!?" the woman looks down at herself and swears again. "No! Huh!? No, no, no!"

"No fucking way," Sam nearly whispers when he figures out what he's witnessing.

"Dean?" Lizzy tries again, her voice shaky as she tries to identify the woman sharing her bed.

"Yeah?" the woman calls back with wide, horrified eyes when she looks up again. Lizzy, at a loss for words, doesn't answer at all. She can't.

Peering back down at her own form, the blond woman sucks in a choked breath in her hysteria at what she sees. She grasps hard onto her own breasts through the very large white undershirt she had on, checking to see if they were in fact there, before whipping her focus back up to the two hunters staring at her in awe.

"I have tits!" she shouts with horror. "I have fucking tits! Why do I have fucking tits!"

"Oh what the fuck…" Lizzy huffs while trying to actually recognize what is happening.

"You're Dean," Sam more states than asks as he continues to look at the woman while at a loss as to what to do next.

"Sammy, what the fuck is going on!?" the female's voice grits out, her hands still grasping hard onto her chest, as she begins kicking the sheets off of her legs. Instead of the usual muscular legs she's used to seeing, under the covers lies two long, lean, toned legs of a woman. "Oh God no. No fucking way!"

"This isn't real," Lizzy very quietly says to herself as she watches the woman jump out of bed. The second she does the boxer briefs she has on start to slip to the floor as they are way too big for her. Quickly pulling them up, the very freaked out woman panics further.

"Somebody tell me what the fuck is happening right now!" Dean demands.

"Looks like you pissed something off," Sam says as his eyes roam the body of what he is pretty sure is his brother. The somewhat tall woman, about five foot eight he's guessing, looks remarkably like Dean the closer he looks. The same green eyes, nose, lips, freckles are all there but somehow softer, much more feminine. Her hair is the same color as Dean's but now longer than the spikes he had before. Hell, even the way she is standing is the same as Dean's bowlegged stance. The whole thing feels a little too Twilight Zone to possibly be real.

"I'm sleeping," Lizzy declares with hesitant assurance. "This is one fucked up dream, but it's a dream. I'm not up yet." She then feels a pain on the back of her right arm. "OW!"

"It's real," Sam promises after pinching her. "And that's Dean."

"No it's not," Lizzy says right back, fully in denial.

"Yes it is!" the blond woman shouts back to her wife as she holds up her left hand, the once well-fitting silver band sliding loosely over her slimmer ring finger.

"Holy fuck," Lizzy huffs in still going shock.

"Oh God," Dean fears aloud as something dawns on her. Slowly she pulls the front of her boxer briefs away from her waist and looks down it total fright. "Oh come on!" she shouts when she doesn't find her own manhood filling the underwear she's wearing.

"Ok, everyone needs to calm down…" Sam tries desperately to get the group's panic level lower.

"You calm down!" Dean shouts at her brother in a higher pitched voice that she's not at all used to having. "You still have your dick! Where the fuck is my dick!"

"Dean! Stop!" Sam yells right back, looking to take control as Dean loses her cool and Lizzy remains still and staring at the woman she woke up next to in utter bewilderment. "Everyone take a deep breath and bring it down so that we can think this through rationally."

The room goes quiet for all of two second before Dean's outburst continues.

"What the fuck is going on!" she shouts, her whole body shaking and knuckles whitening as they iron-grip her boxers with the fury she feels.

Lizzy sits down on her bed and continues to stare at Dean on the other side. This is so surreal, too fucking crazy even for them. How could this have happened? Who knew it was even possible?

"It's gonna be fine, Dean," Sam assures without any way of knowing if what he says is true of not. "We can figure this out."

"Says the man who's still a freakin' man!" Dean shouts back, her hair flying in her face as she bellows her anger.

"Lizzy, tell him it'll be ok," Sam tries to get her to help. If anyone can get Dean to listen, it's Lizzy. However, she doesn't speak up. Instead Lizzy turns her head to look at Sam with a confused and terrified face, shock still ruling her better judgment. "Ok, I'm on my own," he says to himself. "Dean, sit down."

"You sit down!"

"Stop turning everything around and sit down!" Sam shouts back instantly and for once Dean actually listens. "Ok. Good." Sam's voice calms as he walks over to stand at the foot of the bed Lizzy and Dean are sitting across each other on. "Alright. Um…" He looks between the two of them and finds himself at a loss for words. "Wow…"

"What the hell could do this?" Lizzy worries once her voice returns to her while never peeling her eyes off of Dean. She can't. It's not even just the surreal aspect of the whole situation that's gluing her focus to the woman that she knows only as a man. It's Dean's shocking beauty. She's gorgeous. Perfect really, or at least in Lizzy's eyes. Is that a thought she should be having right now?

"Not too sure," Sam begins, the question kick-starting his brain. "Curse maybe. Could be a witch…"

"Whatever it is, it's gonna fucking die," Dean's female voice fires out in a low, heated tone. "I'm gonna tear it apart for this! Nothing comes between me and my cock! Nothing!"

"If we're gonna figure this out, you need to calm the fuck down and think logically, man," Sam tries to tell Dean in an even tone.

"I think I'm pushing the boundaries of logic right now, Sammy!" Dean shouts as she marches in a fury to the bathroom. Of course, in this situation logic itself seemed pretty damn illogical and Dean wasn't hearing it. The door slams shut behind her so hard that the other two hunters jump with the sound. They then hear the lock click in place.

It's silent for a moment. So much to process. So much to come to terms with.

"This is really happening?" Lizzy asks quietly and looks up to Sam from her spot on the bed with a desperate and frightened face. She's doing that thing where she reverts back to a little kid when something so unnerving and scary happens. He hates when she does that. It's heart breaking to him.

"Yes," he huffs with stress as he cards his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"Oh God damn it," Lizzy covers her face with her hands. Through her fingers she has to say, "Even for us, this is beyond fucked up."

"No shit," Sam agrees immediately. They may have seen a lot of things in their time but this? This is insane.