Sex Changes
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Sex Changes
Author: black_ladybug/sweetxpoison666
Pairing: none
Rating: T
Warnings: typical Supernatural ones? possible spoilers if you haven't watched all of the episodes
Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Dean or Sam.. just borrowing.
Feedback: would be lovely
Prologue
Chapter one
Perusing the fitted baby doll t-shirts Dean grinned. He was enjoying himself a little too much while Sam followed him around and stared at the floor. Deans head shot up, realization in his eyes. “Dude,” He started as he looked over at his brother.
Sam raised his eyebrows quizzically. “I don’t think I like that look.”
“We need bras.” Dean said, glancing over Sam’s head to the intimate apparel section. He grinned and started to drag Sam by the arm to the other side of the store.
“Dean, we don’t. Come on. It’s only going to be this one day and--” Sam protested, but was cut off.
“Sam. Knock it off.” Dean leaned back, whispering. “I can’t stand having them bounce around so much.”
Sighing with defeat, Sam rolled his eyes, “Fine…” He grumbled and followed his brother.
Dean walked over to the assortment of bras and panty sets. He picked up a dark blue lace bra and smirked slightly as he held it up to Sam. “Wonder if it comes in your size?” He laughed. Sam blushed slightly and turned away looking disinterested.
“Can I help you find anything?” Came a friendly voice from behind them. Dean turned and saw a young brunette sales girl.
“Yes, actually.” He smiled, pausing a moment. “My sister would like to know if you have this in her size.” He asked, holding up the bra set he showed Sam.
She took the garment and smiled at Sam. “Well what size are you, hun?” She smiled sweetly.
Sam stammered but before he could say anything Dean spoke up. “She’s not sure. Never worn a real bra in her life.”
“And you have?” Sam asked sarcastically, hoping to God the answer wasn’t yes. Knowing Dean, it could have been.
“No, actually.” He frowned at Sam.
The sales girl looked slightly bewildered. “Sports bra fans then?” She questioned, pulling a measuring tape from her pocket.
“Yeah.” Dean nodded, smiling at her.
“Well,” She smiled and stretched out the tape in her hands. “Let’s go to the dressing room and I’ll get you measured!” Her voice had a sing-song quality to it. She seemed a bit overly happy as she practically dragged Sam to the fitting rooms. Dean followed chuckling quietly to himself. Sam flung his hand back and smacked Deans arm; Dean only let out a small giggle in response.
The slender brunette smiled at them and opened a fitting room. “If you’ll just hold your arms out I’ll take your measurements and find a few styles for you.” She told Sam as he stepped into the stall. He held out his arms, trying to suppress a sigh. “I know, it’s a little unnerving your first time, but it’ll be alright.” She smiled reassuringly and pulled the tape around Sam.
Dean stood to the side and tried not to laugh at the uncomfortable on Sam’s face.
“Well, you seem to be a 34D.” She said, turning to the large dresser behind her with different bra sizes in each drawer. She pulled out a couple different ones and handed them to Sam. “Try these and I’ll be right back with you.” She smiled at Sam and closed the door.
Turning to Dean she smiled. “Now, how about you?” Dean grinned holding his arms out. She wrapped the tape around his body and measured. “34 double D.” She stated, still smiling.
“Really?” Dean asked, not really knowing what to say.
“Yeah, well if you will step in here I’ll find you a few styles.” She smiled, opening a fitting room for him.
“Thank you.” He smiled and stepped in as she closed the door behind him. He pulled his shirts off quickly and looked at himself in the mirror, a small grin spreading across his lips. “Hey Sammy,” He called to his brother.
“What?” He sounded irritated.
“How’s it going over there?”
Sam only grumbled a reply. Dean laughed and bounced slightly as he watched his reflection. He was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“I found these for you. Try them and let me know how they feel.” The girl told him as she put them over the top of the door.
“Thank you.” Dean said, looking over the couple of bras in his hands. He pulled on a black and pink bio cut and admired it. “Damn.” He murmured to himself.
He heard the sales girl knock on Sam’s dressing room. “How are you in there?”
“Fine…” Sam trailed a little.
“Can I have a look?”
“What?” Sam sounded shocked.
“So I can see how it fits.” The girl explained to him.
Sam opened the door and let the girl in. She smiled and looked Sam over. He looked nervous. “No need to be shy.” She smiled. “It fits nicely. Would you like to try any other styles?”
“No, I think this one will be fine.” Sam smiled at her.
“Alright.” She nodded and left the dressing room. Before she could knock Dean had already opened the door for her to come in.
He looked at himself in the mirror. “What do you think?” He asked the girl as she stepped into the room with him. He turned in a circle for her.
“Did you try any of the others?” She asked, smiling.
“No, I think I like this one.” Dean said, placing his hands over his breasts and squeezing gently.
“Would you like another colour or anything?”
“Nope. Just this one and the one h-- she wants.” He tilted his head toward the other dressing room Sam was in.
“Alright.” She smiled at him. “Would you like me to wrap them up for you?”
“No. If it’s okay we’ll wear them?” He asked, more than stated.
“Of course.” She smiled warmly at him. She reached out to the table and took a pair of scissors from the drawer; turning to Dean she reached forward and snipped the tag off the bra. “I’ll get these to the register for you. Just ask for Anna.”
“Thank you.” He grinned at her as she turned to leave. “Oh, can we get the matching underwear as well?”
“Of course!” She smiled warmly. “I’ll get those to the front as well.” She left, closing the door behind her.
Dean pulled on his shirts and left the dressing room. He saw Sam standing out by the racks of jeans and walked over to him.
“That was totally embarrassing.” Sam grumbled at his brother.
“It was not.” Dean rolled his eyes and picked up a pair of jeans.
After finding a few pairs of jeans and a couple fitted t-shirts Dean and Sam made their way to the register where Anna was standing. She smiled at them. “Did you find everything alright?”
“I think so.” Dean smiled and handed her a credit card.
She took the small plastic card and frowned slightly. “Thomas Oberman?”
Dean’s eyes widened. “It’s my husbands card.” He smiled at her.
She nodded and rung up the purchases. “Have a nice day, ladies.” She said as Sam and Dean left the shop.
“I never want to go into a women’s clothing store again..” Sam mumbled.