"Damn that's good," Dean comments with satisfaction while chewing on her last bite of pie and leaning back into the padded backing of the booth. She licks the little smudge of strawberry-rhubarb filling off her thumb and then rubs her stomach with just how full she is.

"And here I was thinking you weren't gonna eat much," Lizzy laughs, sipping her coffee.

"Hey, I eat my emotions," Dean rebuts immediately. "I figured you knew that by now."

"I did, but still. I thought maybe you had a smaller stomach along with a smaller everything else right now." Lizzy chuckles before looking to her side at Dean next to her. She eyes the woman's chest. "Well, small almost everything else."

"Shut up," Dean crudely elbows Lizzy with the diss. She doesn't want to talk about her boobs anymore… or ever again, really.

"She makes a point, though," Sam brings to light, agreeing with Lizzy completely. "I mean, you ate dessert with your breakfast. You must be adjusting well enough."

"I'm having a bad day, Sam!" Dean angrily answers, his level of ire jumping up rapidly. "Pie was in order!"

"Ok, relax," Sam says while caught off guard, pushing his hands down in the air to get Dean to settle. "Damn, you might get pissy faster now than even before."

"No I don't!"

"Well, actually you might," Lizzy says, her brain mulling it over.

"Who's side are you on!?" Dean asks her wife.

"There's sides?" she questions with surprise, Dean's wacked out emotions running all over the place.

"There's always sides," she returns, her attitude sour.

"I'm not on any side despite the fact that you're making it difficult for me not to pick Sam right now," she sighs. "Look, girls tend to be more emotional. I think I've been a perfect example of that."

"No shit," Sam huffs quietly on his side of the table.

"Shut up or I unleash angry girl-Dean on you," she warns with an index finger pointed his way in threat. He holds out his hands to say he's done with the insults. "As women, our hormones are totally different than men's. Maybe it's affecting you."

"No it's not!" Dean instantly fights as she sits up tall with ire. "I don't have fucked up girl hormones, ok? I'm the same as always."

"You keep telling yourself that," Sam mutters under his breath not quite quiet enough. A few second later as he's reading yet another page from his dad's journal, a piece of potato from Lizzy's uneaten hash browns hits him in the cheek, leaving behind a blob of ketchup in its wake. "Dude!"

"Wouldn't have thrown it if you weren't being such a little snarky bitch," Dean fires right back.

"Oh, I'm the bitch!?" Sam rebuts loudly, reminding Dean of his predicament.

"You're both bitches, ok?" Lizzy calls them out in a hushed tone. "Quiet down."

"Here you go," the server suddenly appears and swiftly drops off their check. "Pay at the register." The way she eyes them lets them know they might have indeed been too loud.

"Shit," Sam complains as he picks up the check that was left directly in front of him. "Why did I get the check?"

"You're the only guy at the table," Lizzy shrugs as a second elbow pokes into her ribs, harder this time. "Ow. Fucking bitch."

"I'm not a bitch… and I'm not a chick," Dean reminds her angrily.

"Sorry. Correction. Sam, you're the only guy at the table that looks like a guy."

"Thank you," Dean says for the correction.

"So what, now I pay for everything?" Sam asks with disbelief. "How's that fair?"

"You pay for meals, we produce your kids," Lizzy explains with nonchalance. "It's a system that's long been in place and it works."

"Guess I have no come back for that," Sam says back, knowing he doesn't.

"You better not," she laughs as she watches Sam get up from his side of the booth.

"Alright, then I'm going to go do my manly duties… I guess," he grumbles while walking away, check in hand.

"And I'm hitting the bathroom before we leave," Lizzy says while pushing Dean to get her to move so she can get out.

"I'm going, I'm going," Dean responds with annoyance while moving out of the way. Once Lizzy is gone Dean sits back down by herself. What a fucking mess this all is. Maybe they should call Bobby. Bobby's seen it all though Dean fears he might have never seen this. She takes out her cell phone to dial.

"Hey there, sweetheart," a man's voice greets but Dean ignores it and scrolls through his contacts.

"I said hi," the voice tries again and this time Dean looks up. There's a man standing next to her booth and looking right at her. She has to wonder if the guy is actually talking to her. Why bother?

"Hey," Dean says with a bewildered face and looks back down at her phone, assuming the guy will get the hint and leave. No such luck.

"You know," the presumptuous man continues on while leaning forward with a hand on the table. "I've been looking at you since you walked in here."

"What!?" Dean asks with utter confusion as her focus snaps right back onto him.

"Caught my eye right away."

"Why the hell would I do that?" Dean has to ask, her confusion clearing a little. She grips her phone tight with worry and a little fear. Holy shit, is this guy hitting on her? No, no, no…

"Well, we don't get very many girls as pretty as you around here," he explains himself. "I just had to at least come and say hi to the prettiest I've seen in a long time." He not so subtly lifts his hand off the table and onto Dean's wrist gently.

"Whoa!" she shouts and stands up immediately, shaking off the stranger's touch and backing away a few steps. "Who the hell said you could touch me!?"

"Take it easy, sweetheart," the man holds his hands up in defeat.

"You want to call me sweetheart again?" Dean asks in challenge as she takes a step in the very forward man's direction, fists balled up tightly by her sides.

"Hey, hey, hey," Sam calls over as he rushes to Dean's side when he sees what's happening, pulling her by the arm away from the man she intends to beat senseless. "What the hell is going on?"

"I'm gonna slam my fist through this guy's face for being an asshole is what's going on!" Dean answers heatedly while trying to get out of Sam's grip.

"Dude, calm down," Sam whispers, trying to get Dean to stop making such a display. He gets it. The poor guy decided to hit on Dean. Great.

"She yours?" the man questions Sam with anger.

"Uh, I guess," Sam quickly answers, hating the idea of Dean belonging to him. Sounded too fucking weird.

"Yeah well, your girlfriend's crazy," the man informs Sam, never really looking at Dean anymore.

"I'm not crazy because I don't want you to hit on me, fuck face!" Dean yells right back, trying once more to pull away from Sam but can't. How the hell is she not able to get away from her brother? Oh right, she weaker now. God damn it.

"Dean, let it go," Sam says, pulling her closer to him again. He grips tight to her biceps after turning her so she's facing away from him and starts walking her to the front door.

"See you later… sweetheart," the man shouts for good measure, making sure to get the last word in.

Sam pauses where he is and turns back to the man with fire in his eyes. "What was that?"

"Just saying good bye to your lovely girl," the guy acts innocently. "Being a gentleman is all."

Sam just stares at the man for a beat, the anger bubbling up inside him that the guy would talk to his brother… sister… like this. Nobody insults his family.

"Don't talk to her, ok?" he darkly warns the man as Dean makes yet another start for the pushy stranger. The man looks surprised that Dean would try again to come at him.

"You need to keep a leash on that rabid dog right there," the man smiles wide with Dean's anger. "She's a feisty one. Must be a blast in bed though, huh?"

Without a word Sam closes the few steps between he and the audacious guy and punches him square in the nose with everything he has. The man stumbles back a few steps in a daze before falling on his ass, clutching his face all the while.

"Learn how to talk to women, asshole," Sam sternly scolds with an index finger pointed the man's way before turning on his heels and heading back out the front door, pushing an agitated Dean out with him.

As Lizzy emerges from the bathroom just seconds later she heads for their table. She's a little surprised to find it empty. They didn't wait for her. Usually they did.

Lizzy then spies a pair of legs lying on the floor in front of the booth they'd been in. The closer she gets the more she sees of the man on the floor clutching his face, blood seeping through between his fingers. The picture is pretty clear to her all of a sudden.

"Which one got you?" Lizzy asks easily with her hands on her hips as she peers down at the man in obvious pain.

"The big guy," the man tells her, his nasally voice sounding painful.

"Damn, you must have seriously pissed him off," she returns with a smile. "He's usually the calm one. What'd you do?"

"I tried talking to the girl he was with," he answers as Lizzy offers her hand to help him up. "He didn't seem to like it."

"Were you rude to her?" she questions, knowing it must be true.

"No, I just didn't know she was taken," the man says, now on his feet with Lizzy's assistance. "Should have noticed how fucking huge her boyfriend was before I said anything to her."

"Boyfriend?" Lizzy laughs up to the big guy while she pries his hands away from his face to take a look. "Oh, honey, is that what he said?"

"Not exactly."

"Good, because he's not. That's her brother. I'm Dean's boyfriend."

"What!?"

"Or girlfriend really. We're together," Lizzy continues to absolutely mess with the guy. She peers out the large front picture window to see Dean yelling at Sam by the Impala. Better go run interference. Guess some things just don't change no matter what happens. "Hm. Too bad you pissed her off too. You know sometimes we like to find cute guys to join us now and then, you know, have a little fun… and it sounds like you blew your chance."

"I was, I… what!?" the bloodied man says in shock, stuttering with his lost opportunity.

"Shame. You are cute… or you were, ha!" Lizzy pats him on the chest and turns to drop a tip on their table. "That nose is seriously broken. You should see a doctor to straighten it before it stays that way." With a wink Lizzy heads out the front door to meet Sam and Dean.

"What the fuck Sam!?" Dean shouts the second they are out front of the diner. She's pissed beyond belief.

"What?" Sam asks, not understanding Dean's anger.

"I had that!" Dean yells back. "That guy was an ass to me and I could have handled him!"

"You sure about that?" Sam questions instantly.

"Are you kidding me!?"

"No, I'm not kidding at all," Sam returns. "Dean, you're like a half foot shorter than you used to be. You weigh at least a hundred pounds less. You aren't used to yourself anymore. How do you know you can even throw a decent punch right now?"

Eyes wide with a mix of sheer ire and horror, she continues to yell as she cocks a fist aimed at Sam. "Why don't we find out!?"

"Dude, you're not gonna hit me because you're pissed at some guy flirting with you," Sam sighs and sees how difficult getting through to Dean is going to be right now. "Look, I'm just saying be careful."

"Lizzy does a pretty damn good job on her own…."

"And Lizzy's been a girl her whole life. She's used to it. She knows her capabilities really, really well. I'm just saying try not to get into trouble before we can get you back into the body of a guy!"

Just then a little, elderly lady walks by and shares an appalled look with Sam when she hears that last bit. All he can do is nod and flash her an embarrassed smile before she picks up pace and walks away from them with fear.

"I fucking hate this Sam," Dean grits quietly through her teeth once the onlooker is gone.

"I would too but you just gotta deal with it until we can find a solution," Sam breathes out with thankfulness that Dean's anger is coming down.

"Easier said than done," Dean huffs.

"You at least learn anything in there?"

"Excuse you?" Dean leers at Sam, anger firing up again already.

"Just saying, you know… you used to hit on girls constantly."

"So!?"

"So… I was just hoping you realized how much it can suck being on the other side and that maybe you should have reeled it back a bit in the past."

Dean freezes with disgust in her brother. "I'm sorry, are you trying to impart some fucked up life lesson right now!?" she shouts as they both hear the bells on the diner's front door jingle. They watch Lizzy exit the front door and beeline for Dean with a little skip in her step.

"Hand ok Sam?" she grins wide to him, ending their conversation where it was.

"I'm fine," Sam nods with a slight smile.

"And are you ok?" Lizzy asks her as she walks right up to the clearly distressed woman next to Sam.

"No…" Dean starts but is cut off by Lizzy's lips pressing to hers. Never being one to deny her woman, Dean falls right into the embrace as per usual. Dean instinctually cups the smaller woman's face as Lizzy's hands land on Dean's ass, giving it a good squeeze.

"Jesus Christ," Sam complains right away, still uncomfortable with everything. "How stupid of me to think that a sex change would stop the two of you." Dean holds up her middle finger while still kissing Lizzy and Sam rolls his eyes before getting in the car, putting a distance between him and the obnoxious couple.

"Mm," Lizzy hums as she ends their kiss with a bright smile. "Sorry to catch you off guard."

"You can catch me off guard whenever you want," Dean says to her with all honesty before leaning in for another kiss and getting just what she wanted.

"Think we broke his brain yet?" Lizzy nods to the big picture window of the diner to see the man with the bloody nose staring at them… along with every other man in the place.

"I don't think that brain will be back to working order for a while," Dean smirks the same smirk she's always had as a man, all lopsided smile and twinkle in her eye. Lizzy's heart skips with the familiarity of it and pulls Dean's chin towards her again and into another kiss.

"God damn," Lizzy says suddenly. "I think I'm way more turned on right now than I should be… considering."

"Hey, you're the one who said you'd still love me even if I was a woman, right?" Dean arches an eyebrow.

"I did say that, didn't I?" Lizzy says, recalling their conversation last night in the back of the Impala after releasing some major stress.

"Yes you did."

"Right…" Lizzy says with her brow suddenly furrowed. Dean leans in to kiss her again but Lizzy holds her off. "Wait, wait. Shit. I told you last night that I would love you no matter what, even if you were a woman."

"Yeah."

"Oh my God!" Lizzy loudly exclaims when something dawns on her. "We talked about this!" Lizzy backs up a few steps. "We talked about…" she points to Dean's overall appearance. "This! All of this!"

"What the fuck are you…?" Dean starts to ask but Lizzy keeps plugging away at her realization.

"Last night, in the car… holy shit!" Lizzy lounges for the backseat door and dives in, instantly searching around the car. "I said I would love you no matter what. Even if you were deformed and even if you were a woman!"

"Now you're just repeating yourself," Dean tells her while walking to the other side of the car and opening the opposite door to see what she's up to.

"What are you looking for?" Sam asks with curiosity when he turns around to watch her frantic movements.

"This," Lizzy answers while pulling her hand out from under the front seats, holding up a tiny burlap bag tied with twine.

"A hex bag?" Dean panics with the sight.

"Fuck," Lizzy laments while realizing what this means.

"Great. This is just great," Sam complains while clenching his jaw in anger and shaking his head. "We're dealing with a fucking witch." This was the last thing they'd hoped it would have been.