Holy crap, what a whirlwind of a chapter that was. And after three chapters, I'm thinking the group needs a leader. That's going to be rich. Time to let the chaos unfurl. (several Months later) Well, this was supposed to be updated about seven months ago. Oh well. I hope you like the new chapter. Hopefully I'll also be updating Down the Long and Winding Road soon, too. If you don't know that's my Supernatural story in which I threw Dean into the awkward, uncomfortable situation of parenthood. Well, I hope you like the new chapter, and check out some of my other stories. Reviews and ideas are welcome! Thanks and Enjoy!

Dean's POV

I woke up, my head feeling fuzzy and stuffed. I rubbed the palm of my hand against my forehead, trying to see if I could hear what was around me. I heard hushed voices whispering around me.

Donna whispered, "I don't know what happened! Why'd you all look at me? I was standing with the Doctor."

"Maybe that Peter kid did it. He's been mocking us since we got here," I heard Sam state.

Henry announced, "I think he's waking up!"

In an instant everyone surrounded me, and I felt like I was closed in.

"I think," Sherlock muttered to someone I couldn't see, "he's unfit to travel for now. We could always try, though."

"What the hell happened?" I managed to ask.

Everyone who was standing around me, including Sam, looked at me sideways. They'd surrounded me, but none of them even cared to look at me. I wondered why they had just shifted to continue talking instead of trying to wake me up. Their sideways looks, I realized, were concerned and confused, all except Sherlock. He looked at me as if he was stripping away every layer of me one by one and examining it. Sam rubbed his temples and shook his head, while the Doctor stood up and began to run his fingers through his hair.

"This is completely impossible," He said in a low voice.

My voice came out high pitched and smooth when I spoke, "What's impossible?"

I clasped my hands to my mouth and gasped. Sam looked down and Sherlock was looking away, not wanting to accept it. The Doctor made a face that made me worry even more, and then took out a mirror from his trench coat pocket, and handed it to me. I snatched it from him, and then dropped it, letting it shatter.

"What the hell did you all do to me?" I shouted, becoming frustrated.

I looked down at my body and then looked up again. I stared at Sammy for several minutes, not knowing even how to function anymore. I felt like I was in an alien body. The Doctor grabbed my arm to keep me steady as I took a few steps forward.

"That's it, I'm going to kill that- that thing. It has to be him. Who else here would have that kind of power?!" I shouted.

Sam and the others began to protest as I began to walk foreword, leading the way. I stumbled over my shoes, which were now too big, and pulled at my shirt. Who knew that having this happen would make your body simultaneously too big and too little? My jeans were too tight in the ass and too loose around my legs. My shirt buttons at the top felt like they were about to snap, and at the bottom they hung loosely as my shirt brushed my lower thigh.

Sam called behind me, "Dean, are you sure you can keep going like this?"

"Dammit Sammy," I replied, "All he did was change me a little bit. I'm a woman, not a little kid!"

The others began to bicker over who was going to do what when we began to feel tired, and who would lead the group. I rolled my eyes at the group, knowing that they obviously didn't see me take charge. A leader had to take charge, not bicker over who did. Besides, two of these people were obviously psychopaths, one looked like she'd been an intern for the last two decades, Sammy was just too innocent, one was pretty well suited, but had to look after his friend, and the last one was just a little kid. I was the obvious choice for leader, but I wasn't going to share that thought just yet.

Maybe I should shoot everyone but Sammy, Henry, and myself and go on that way. The others wouldn't make it out alive, anyway. Why shouldn't I just put them out of their misery?

Sorry for the kind of short chapter and weird ending. I haven't updated a lot of my stories (as you can tell) simply because I forgot what they were going to end up being like, and I ran out of ideas in the first place. Please, if you have an idea for one of my stories, or want to see a new story, PM me. Also, check out my tumblr! I'm .com. I currently only have one original post, but I plan on drawing and posting some fanart for Supernatural, Doctor Who, and maybe some other shows I enjoy. Thanks for reading, and hopefully I will update soon.