A Little Bit Of Blood And Some Ancient Words(Private)

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    Sam sighed as he drank a beer in the bunker and he heard the main door close. He smirked "Back from the bar already Dean?"

    Dean takes his time making his way down the stairs, his jacket tossed across his shoulder with his fingers hooked into the fabric. "What can I say Sam, I get bored easy. Besides, there was this person there I accidentally bumped into that wouldn't stop looking at me. He was giving me the shivers." By now, the older man was standing in front of Sam and he gives an over dramatic shake. Dean those his jacket at his brothers face, quickly turning on his heel and scampering out of the room while saying, "I'm tired, see you in the morning Ssmmy."

    ~ Time Skip ~


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    Dean jerks awake, laying on his stomach with his forearms stuffed under his pillow as usual. But...something is wrong. His body feels wrong. Sleepiness immediately forgotten, he jumps out of bed and rushes into the nearest bathroom. What he sees in the mirror makes him call out for Sam, his new voice higher pitched than usual, making his words cut off midway. "SAM! GET YOUR A--" He slaps a hand over his mouth, his green eyes wide in shock.

    Sam jumps up and ran to the yelling to freeze in the doorway and cover him mouth "Dean?" He knew it was him. She looked like him and she had the mark bit sam was still in shock "you're a chick"

    Dean drops her hand, revealing her scowling mouth. Her eyes narrowed in a glare as a hand unconsciously goes to her hip. "Oh, I wonder what gave it away genius? Was it the tits?" She pulls at the now oversized shirt that hung limply on her shoulders.

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    Sam bit his lip but then started to laugh so hard he leaned against the wall. He stopped once Dean gave him a deserved slap. "I'm sorry I'm sorry, but come on if it was me you'd be rolling on the floor by this point" he was out of breath from laughing.

    Dean shakes her head, her long dirty blonde hair smacking her face. "That is besides the point Sam. The fact is that it has happened to me and we need to find the sonvab*tch who did this." She looks up at Sam's face, suddenly caught off guard by how far it seemed to be away from hers. "Did I become fudging shorter?!"

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    Sam laughed a little more "I think so, you look slightly taller then Crowley." He rolled his eyes "we'll find them Dean, it's like when you were a kid again, I wonder if you have like..women wants now? Do you think you look fat?" He smiled, half serious and half joking

    Dean looked like she was about to rip Sam a new one when the main door of the bunker slams shut. Causing all of the color to leave her face. "Oh crap, I forgot. Cas was coming over today to help out with the research on that Winding hunt."

    Sam bit his lip "oh this is going to be interesting. We're in the bathroom off the main room Cas!" He held his hands up "please don't kill me"

    Dean reaches up and grabs a fistful of Sam's shirt, using more of surprise than strength to pull his face closer to hers. "I swear to god Sam, if I have to hear nothing but women jokes during this, I'm going to kill you." She looked liked she wanted to say more but is interrupted by Castiel's gravelly voice sounding out from down the hall. "There you are Sam and...Dean?"

    Sam smiled at the angel "Yep, Dean's a chick now...and I will not tell the joke in my head because I think she actually will kill me. Speaking of which what pronouns am I supposed to use now? He or she?"

    Dean's face flushes bright red as her green eyes flash between Sam and Castiel. She lets go of Sam's shirt before running out of the bathroom and down the hall to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. She immediately starts to pace, one hand knotted in her hair while the other gripped her side that was opposite of it. "Oh my god...I have f*cking tits." She looks down at the now too big ACDC shirt.

    The angel looked between the door to Deans bedroom and Sam "um, how is he-" "we don't know, a shady guy in a bar is our only lead" Sam sighed with a smile

    Dean collects herself enough to look for some of her smaller clothes and pulls them on, pleased to find that there was a forgotten bra from one of her one night stands, even more pleasing but surprising, it fit perfectly. She's tightening her belt when she finally exits the room, feeling a bit better than when she entered. "Let's find that find Windigo then we can go after that b*tch who did this to me."

    "Dean, good to see you" Sam smiled as see walked in, "Cas and I have been thinking about what could do that, so far have a witch as our main suspect" Cas cleared her throat and smiled at her "good to see you found a bra for support" Sam laughed with closed mouth "You said not to mention hormones, I suppose that was uncalled for as well?" Sam covered his mouth then nodded "Yeah, remember I said no metioning anything involves lady...things?"

    Dean gives them both a glare that would've made Lucifer shrink away from her. She self-consciously pulls at her still too big shirt, her eyes narrowing with thought before giving the two them a sh*t-eating grin. "Cas, you stay here and keep looking. Sammy and I have some shopping to do." She grabs the Impala keys off of the table and rushesto the stairs, goosebumps going done her back as she remembered coming down these stairs last time as a man.

    "Well take to dinner first" Sam smirked as he followed after her "though we have lived together for awhile" Sam avoided her punch

    Dean is able to smack Sam on the shoulder before making her way up the stairs, making it through the door before her brother. She immediately relaxes at the sight of the black car, rushing up to it and into the driver's seat, pleased to find that she is able to reach the pedals without having to scoot the chair up like she had to when she had been turned back into a teen. She starts up the Impala, leaning out the window to shout at Sam. "Come on you slow poke!"