Imagine Dean and Sam get turned into girls.

So uhm, you really didn't know how to process the sight in front of you. The once two broad men are now scrawny women with no memory of what happened. You don't know wether to laugh, or just come up with an excuse to leave.

You go to say something but Dean holds up his finger.

"I don't want to hear it, y/n," (S)he says looking at Sam.

You bite your lip shaking your head, "I wasn't going to say a word," you tap your hand against your thigh looking around.

"We need some clothes, y/n," Sam says slightly embarrassed Deanna shoots a look causing their hair hitting Deanna in the face.

(S)he smacks her lips pushing the hair away from her mouth rolling her eyes.

"Samantha here thinks her clothes are too big," Dean remarks walking away with a slight hip gesture.

Sam rolls her eyes crossing her arms. You snicker turning towards your room with a frantic Sam behind you.

"So you're saying you don't know what happened," you ask as you enter your room.

"We were hunting a witch then were in the impala as girls," (S)he replies as you throw her an outfit.

(S)he examines the pants up and down skeptical. You raise your eyebrows but (S)he looks down at her body.

"Can you uhm," (S)he scratches the back of her head awkwardly looking around the room.

You nod understanding Sam's new insecurities, let's face it when (S)he was guy (S)he didn't mind walking around shirtless 24/7. Maybe you should take a family picture and blow it up so when people come to visit they can see the beautiful brother/sister duo.

When Sam clears her throat you turn around judging the outfit (s)he has on. You clap but (s)he just walks away mumbling under their breath.

You follow just in time to see Dean trying to jump as if the spell will just go away suddenly.

"So Deanna what you making for dinner tonight," you grin leaning against the table.

(S)he turns around slowly looking at you with her signature look.

"Fix your own damn sandwich." (S)he spats throwing you bread from the cabinet.

"Oh that's right I don't want you breaking a nail," you smirk grabbing a pot from the cabinet.

"I am about to smack some manners into you young lady," Deanna puts their hand on their hips looking at you with his serious.

You try not to laugh so you bite your lip as you come back with your comment, "Yes ma'am," you hold back the chuckle that comes up your throat.

"Oh that's it," Deanna takes off their shoes and starts running at you.

You book it running down the hallway. You can hear Samantha calling out the Deanna.

"She's only a child," you hear Samantha yell as you rush into the torture room.

You lock the door taking deep breaths thinking you need to exercise more.

"Y/N get out here now," Deanna pounds on the heavy metal door.

"Not a fat chance Deanna," you yell back smirking at the name.

"Fine I'll wait out here until you decide to get out," you can hear a loud thud against the door probably from Deanna sitting.

You shrug knowing one thing they don't know. You know an escape route from the vents, see what happens when they leave you alone for days instead of taking you on a hunt. You grab a stool taking the cover off the vent and climbing into it.

You quickly but silently make way to the kitchen where you see Samantha cooking some tacos. You open the vent cover hoping down onto the counter.

Samantha looks at you grinning but not selling you out to Deanna. You grab one of the tacos skipping towards the couch. Next thing you know Rowena shows up in the middle of the room with her famous smile.

"Dean," Samantha yells removing the pot from the stove.

Deanna comes running in looking at you, then to Rowena, then back at you shockingly. You wave while smiling and she rolls her eyes focusing back to Rowena.

"Wow you girls look fabulous," she walks over to the alcohol stash and pours her a glass.

"Can you change us back or what," Deanna growls putting her hands on her hips.

"Feisty," Rowena chuckles taking a sip.

"Please Rowena," Samantha looks at her with her famous puppy dog eyes.

"Fine but in the future you owe me one," she snaps her fingers and a bright light shines through the room.

Samantha and Deanna now turn back into your gross overprotective brothers again.

"Well it was fun while it lasted," you go to bite your taco but Dean charges at you grabbing you by your stomach.

"No! Dean my taco," you yell as he spins you then throws you back on the couch.

You groan slapping him in the stomach. Sam brings over another taco with your favorite toppings on it.

"Thank you Sam my favorite brother," you say loudly; Dean turns around looking at you.

You send a kiss over smiling at him. He grins rolling his eyes and goes to the kitchen fixing his tacos.

After the guys are done they sit by you flipping on the tv.

"Let's watch live P.D," you suggest which causes Dean to groan loudly.

He clicks on the show and you snuggle up against Sam enjoying the company of your two big brothers.