SPNFanFic: Making It All Better [Girl!Sam/Dean]

"It's not that bad, Sammy!" Dean called, trying to assure his brother through the wood of the bathroom door.

"Not that bad!?" Sam's high-pitched whine rang through his ears a moment before the door was wrenched open and Sam stood before him in all his naked- and very female- glory. "In what way is this not that bad, Dean?!"

Dean opened his mouth to reassure his brother that the curse was only temporary, that (even though he hated to admit it) Ruby would be back in a couple of hours with the cure needed to return him to his natural form, that he should just chill out, have some beer, and pretend like he's not sporting some mighty fine girly bits.

Except, Dean found he couldn't form words at all as his eyes roamed their way over Sam's new body with it's killer legs and huge rack and he found himself whimpering instead.

"Dean?" Sam asked, stepping forward, his gaze unreadable.

"Yeah?" Dean croaked back, trying so hard to meet Sam's gaze and not the breasts bouncing before his eyes as Sam took another step towards him.

"You sure we're gonna get me fixed up?" He asked, cocking his head, "you gonna make it all better for me?"

"Oh yeah," Dean nodded his head, gaze flickering to Sam's face in time to see his brother smile for the first time since being hit with the witchy mojo.

"Then what say you and me take this body out for a test drive?" He purred, wrapping his arms about Dean's shoulders and pressing all six-plus inches of himself against Dean's body.

"Oh sweet Jesus," Dean breathed, before Sam's mouth claimed his own.
fin.