"Rise and shine sleepy head!" I say with a huge grin on my face. I shake Dean from his sleep and walk over to where the Sasquatch was writhing around. Dean moaned and started to fall back to sleep when I yelled at him, "DEAN WINCHESTER YOU GET YOUR LAZY ASS OF THAT BED! AND NO COMPLAINING!"

Dean shot out off the bed surprised by my sudden out burst. I looked towards the floor where Sam's supposed to be, but don't find him having a seizure, because he wasn't even there. "Sam! Where are you?" I ask, feeling like I'm talking to thin air because of the silence that followed my question. Dean looks around panicked and a moan escapes his mouth. Turning worriedly towards Dean I ask the question on my mind, "Dean, are you okay?" Dean looks at me and nods his head.

"Hey do you mind getting me an Advil? My head is killing me. Probably from last night." He shivers remembering last night's event's, and suddenly I remember what happened to Dean. I burst out with laughter trying to speak. "N...oo...you can't...have...a...n...Advil."

He stares at me with a threatening glance, and his face turns green. He ran towards the washroom choking back his dinner from last night that was still in his stomach. Dean ran against the bathroom door and tried to open it but found it locked. Dean ran towards his next option which was the garbage can and puked out his remaining dinner. I walked towards the door wondering why it was locked and realized Sam must be hidding in the bathroom. I knocked on the door to the washroom yelling Sam's name.

"Leave me alone!" says a muffled voice behind the door that doesn't sound like Sam, but sounds more like a female's.

"Sam, I know you don't want to leave the washroom but Dean is in a state worse than you. So stop acting like a two year old and get out of the washroom right this instant!"

Apparently I have the voice to be able to soothe Sam out of his hiding place because I hear the click of lock behind the door. The knob to the washroom turns and out steps a clean feminine leg, with no pants on. Dean gasps from behind me, obviously worried for his baby brother. I stop Sam from coming out any farther. "Sam I'm coming in there so Dean doesn't have a heart attack." The feminine leg instantly pulls back and the door closes with a small click. I grab one of my pants from my bag still lying on the bed where I slept. Walking over to the washroom door Dean realizes I'm holding Guess jeans and looks at me suspiciously. "Why doesn't he use one of my pants? He's not a woman."

A whimper escapes the bathroom door and I enter to see a woman with long brown hair that goes down to her shoulder blades. Sam's pants have been discarded for the reason of being two hundred sizes to big. Her lips pucker up into a sad position and tears are falling down her elegant face. Sam's shirt is down all the way to her knees so pants weren't really necessary. Her eyes were pleading for me and I had no other choice to bring her into a great hug. Shit! And this was supposed to be my favourite day in the world. Sam pushes me back obviously not used to this feeling of hugging in female skin. He looks down at his chest and murmurs something I don't understand and don't think I want to understand. "Sam? Um...Can you go outside of the washroom." She shakes her head and a new river of tears falls from her eyes. I sigh and pull Sam into an even bigger hug. I push her back and grab my jeans from the floor and pass it to her.

"Get dressed or I will kick your petite little ass till kingdom come. You hear me?" She nods, apparently not in a smiling mode. I walk out of the washroom and grab one of my shirts. Dean moans and asks me a question.

"So...how about that Advil?""No." I say with a stern look in his direction. He looks at me threatening look and sighs. I walk into the washroom with Sam zipping up her pants, which by the way looked fabulous on her. I pass her the shirt and look at her with a threatening glare."If you don't hurry up I will...""I know, kick my ass to kingdom come."

I smile at her. She was pretty as a girl but personally I liked her as a boy better. He used to have nice strong abs...Anyways...I walk out of the bathroom now thinking about Sam's abs. I look at Dean who's face is in a confused expression. "Violette whats wrong with Sam? More importantly, what the Hell is wrong with me?"

Grinning I walk towards Sam's laptop and turn it on, hearing the firmiliar purr of the computer coming alive. "What's wrong with you and Sam is the witch's fault and not your's you get it?" "Yah, yah, yah what's wrong with me?"

I flip the computer screen towards him and he looks at Google translate. He looks the latin words on the screen and looks at me in confusion. "Press the translate button dumbass." He nods in realization and presses the button. His eyes widen as he reads the translation.

"Shit!" he says staring at the screen. Gulping he looks at me then points to the screen not able to say any words he points at himself. I nod as a laugh attack threats to burst.

"Shit, Crap, Fuck..." Dean says as he looks down at his stomach. I ignore Dean's outrageous realization and grab the computer from his lap. "What's wrong with Sammy?" Dean says automaticly pretending he never started his fumming river of swear words. Right on cue Sammy enters the room with the pant and shirt I gave her. "You can keep that outfit." I say with disgust in my tone, "I don't want it anymore."

Dean looks at the person I'm directing the insult at. His mouth pops open and he stares at Sam with amazement, wonder or anger, I couldn't tell. "Sammy? Is that you?" "Hey Dean."

Sam says bitting her bottom lip with anticipation. Deans responce was the answer to all our feelings,

"OH FUCK!"