"I fucking hate witches so much." Dean grumbled, throwing his hunting supplies in the trunk of the 67' Impala.

"You and I both Dean. That spell she cast on us two was weird, like nothing happened." You complained with him, hopping in the back seat.

"I know! I mean if your gonna make a whole blood sacrifice and everything for a spell it better work. She took a pretty big chunk out of our arms!" Dean threw his arms up in exaggeration.

"I think I'm still bleeding from that." You mumbled, looking at your bloody arm.

"Oh quit your bitching, just be thankful nothing happened." Sam spoke up, an annoyed look plastered on his face.

"Your just jealous you didn't get hit with a faulty spell." Dean shot back.

"Why would u be jealous of that Dean? Who wants to get hit with a spell, you moron?" Sam rolled his eyes at his older brother.

"You want to.. Get hit with... A spell, moron." Dean stuttered, while you tried to regain your posture from laughing your ass off in the back seat.

"Nice come back, Dean." You told the candy apple eyed hunter.

"Shut up."

The ride back to to the motel was quiet, but you and Dean both had a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach. You brushed it off as nerves. You got to the motel just in time, for you and Dean had passed out right then and there.

"Dean! (Y/N)! Wake up!" Sam yelled as he both of you on the beds, he waited until morning for you two to finally wake up.

"Dean? Sa- AHHHH!" The voice you heard was not your soft and delicate female voice. But a gruff, mean guy voice. But the voice screamed like a girl. You looked down at your body. You had short hair, a muscular figure, and now a dick. You had just switched bodies with Dean.

"What the hell!" Sam looked at you wide eyed at his 'brother'.

"Dean?" You asked your sleeping body, afraid of what the witch did to you two.

"What?" Dean woke up, in your body. "What the, (Y/N)! Why are you in my body! Why am I in yours!" Your voice yelled. Dean stood up, looking up and down at your body. Soft skin, long hair, and boobs.

"It was that bastard witch! I knew that spell was to good to be true!" You threw your hands up in exasperation, noticing how much your muscles flexed.

"Dammit! How do we fix this?" Dean looked at Sam who was currently laughing his ass off.

"SAM! Pay attention!" You stomped your foot, it was kinda weird because you stopped your foot as a dude. Yeah, not gay at all.

"Sorry, (Y/N) but its just so funny! okay, okay. We can figure this out. DEAN!" You looked over at your body. Dean was poking at your boobs, as well as grabbing them.

"What? I have boobs now, I don't have to have sex to feel them." He grinned, still feeling your boobs.

"Get. Your. Hands. Off. Dickface." You ran over and about punched him until you remembered you would be punching yourself.

"I'm not the one who has a dick, remember?" He raised his eye brows at you.

"Shit! I have a dick! WHY!" You looked down at your crotch and sighed. But you remembered something very important. You were on your period, so now technically Dean was. You smirked at him, folding your arms across your chest.

"Why are you looking at me like I grew another arm? Hello? Wha-! Ach!" Dean grabbed his midsection in pain. Cramps. "What is this awful pain I'm feeling by my... my... you know." Dean hissed.

"That my Friend, is called period cramps. You are on your period. Welcome to be a girl, Dean-o." You looked at him, a sly grin spread across your chapped lips. This was awesome.

"Well tell me how to get rid of it!" He yelled as he plopped himself on the bed, groaning in pain.

"You don't idiot. That's where these come to play." You reached in your bag and threw him a box of pads.

Dean shrieked and threw it back at you. "What am I supposed to do with those?! I'm a dude!"

"Not today you arn't." You threw the box back at him, nailing him in the head. "Put on on! The box will tell you how. Go." You yelled, Dean flinched and with to the bathroom with the box.

"Wow, this has to be one of the weirdest things I have ever encountered. And I have seen some freaky shit." Sam spoke up from his uncontrollable giggling after watching you and Dean.

"Yeah yeah, shut up. This is so annoying! Dean feels like he hasn't taken a showered 10 years and like I really have to pee... and ... ugh this is SO FRICKEN MESSED UP!" You yelled, and stomped your foot again. Which resulted in Sam bursting out laughing.

Dean came out of the bathroom looking like he just watched Bobby and Crowley make out. "I. Saw. It. ALL. It is not how they make it look on porn. NO. NO. NO. How do you deal with that! I mean, ITS BLEEDING!" Dean walked awkwardly towards you.

"Yeah, not as pretty as you think. I need to pee." You looked at him with wide eyes, he slowly figured out what you meant and about busted a gut laughing.

"I'm outta here." You stormed off to the bathroom. "Shit." You muttered to yourself, trying your best to aim for the toilet. "I think that deserves a 7/10. Better than what Dean could ever do." You washed your hands and left.

"How was the piss?" Dean smirked at you.

"I think I took a piss better than you ever have because I didn't pee all OVER THE DAMN SEAT!" You looked down at him, fists clenched in anger.

"What ever! I hit the toilet over 3/4 of the time!" Dean fought back.

"No, no you don't Dean." Sam pointed out, siding with you. You looked at the clock, almost 11.

"Thank you Sam. Anyway he should try calling Castiel in the morning. Maybe he can try to reverse the stupid spell." You said, hoping to get back to your body as soon as possible.

"Good call, but you are gonna have to pray to him (Y/N)." Sam told you.

"Why me?" You asked, confusion written all over your face.

"Because Cas only answers to Dean... They share a more profound bond." Sam barely managed to get the last part out before you two both started cracking up. Dean started blushing a bit but turned around before anyone could see him.

"Anyway, goodnight (Y/N)." Sam said, then it was lights out.

It was in the morning, both you and Dean had trouble getting ready for the day, reasons should be obvious.

"Hurry up and pray to Cas." Dean grumbled.

"Alright. Hey Cas, it's Dean... uhhh, we kinda need some help down here. I know the God squad is on your tail but.. uhhh, yeah we need you." You prayed to the blue eyed angel.

"I'm here Dean." With the flutter of wings, Cas was standing behind you.

"Hey Cas, it's not actually Dean. It's (Y/N). A witch cast a spell on us we swapped bodies. Can you fix it?" You asked. The angel squinted his eyes and looked between you and Dean.

"I don't have a way to... fix it. My, as you say, angel juice is almost all gone." He looked at Dean in your body. "You have a nice body, Dean."

"HEY!" You and Dean shouted in unison. Both of you started blushing furiously.

"Anyway, how about you flash us to Bobby's? Maybe we has a remedy." Sam asked, ignoring Cas's previous comment.

"Right." And with that, everybody was standing in Bobby's house.

"Bobby?" You called out.

"What do two idjits want this time?" Bobby strolled into his study where you guys where standing, holding a beer.

"Well, see we where on a witch hunt and she cast a spell on Dean and (Y/N) and they switched bodies. We where wondering if you could reverse it?" Sam explained.

"What! You mean-?" Bobby looked between yours and Dean's body. 

"Yeah, so can you fix it?" You asked.

"I'll see what I can find. You guys are dumb asses you know that right?" You and Dean nodded in shame.

Two hours later, Bobby found a reverse spell to fix you and Dean. Sam stood in the background laughing because you and Dean had to hold hands in order for your spirit to get to it's rightful body.

"Damn! Does it feel good to be back!" You exclaimed.

"Yeah no kidding. But I do miss the whole being able to feels boobs anytime I wanted." Dean sighed, looking at you. You blushed and turned away.

"Thanks, Bobby. I felt like I was going to be stuck in that grimy body forever." You glared at Dean.

"Sure, just please tell me you didn't jack off like Dean does almost every night." Bobby said. Dean's head shot up and you almost spit out your beer.

"No, I can assure you none of that happened. But I don't know about Dean here, if he could resist the urge or not." You smirked, looking at Dean. He gulped down the last of his beer and walked away, wide eyed.

"I'll take that as a yes he did." Sam said. All three of you bursted out laughing.

Author's Note

YAY! 1000 reads! That's awesome! Anyway, I hope you liked this one, because this one has to be my personal favorite by far. Accepting requests! THANK YOU FOR 1K READS! YOU ALL ROCK!