FIC: FREAKY FRIDAY - PART TWO
Author: gidgetgal9
Title: Freaky Friday
Summary: A night out for the boys ends in an interesting way.
Dedication: To the wonderful Nebula...love ya girl!
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the Winchesters...sadly.
Sam did a quick run to get food. It felt weird not having to adjust the bench seat in the Impala, well things were just weird.
Evidently Dean had flirted at the local dinner the morning before because Betsy the waitress that took his to go order was eying him the whole time. Sam tried his best to channel his inner Dean in order to keep his composure but he really sucked at it.
By the time he got ready to leave, Betsy had asked if he was constipated. To which Sam just nodded and got the heck out of dodge.
Sam was pulled out of his musings on how it sucked to be Dean by his own voice shouting out in distress.
“Ow, crap this just sucks.”
“Dean, what did you do?”
The bathroom door flew open with a cloud of steam and Dean wrapped in a towel rubbing his head.
“I didn't do anything but try and take a shower, but your stupid head kept hitting the shower head. I had a hell of a time washing your hair between ramming the faucet and getting enough soap to cover this mop.” Dean huffed and pushed Sam's bangs out of his way.
“Dude, please be careful, I'd rather have my body back without a concussion!”
“I'm trying Sam, I really am, but man this takes a bit of getting used to.”
“Tell me about it, you really don't want to hit the diner down the street anymore.” Sam grinned waiting for Dean's reply.
“Sammy, what did you do?”
“Well, I didn't do so well in the flirting department with Betsy and she now thinks you're constipated.” Sam winced as his brother lost it.
“Betsy is hot and you just ruined any chances of a hook up for me didn't you!”
“Dean, it's not like I'm letting you hook up with anyone while you're in my body!”
“Fine, whatever, this just sucks.”
“Sucks out loud, I'll give you that. So, get dressed and eat before it gets cold. Then we can call Bobby, I think I'll wait on a shower, I really don't want to deal with... well deal with you.”
“My awesome body is too much for the Samster to handle.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Whatever, you're the one with issues dealing with my body.”
Dean walked back into the bathroom and came back in boxers and a t-shirt.
“I will say this Sam, I do owe you an apology.”
“For what?” Sam took a bite of his breakfast sandwich, totally puzzled over his brother's admission.
“When you were going through puberty and shooting up like the Jolly Green Giant, and were so clumsy, I'm sorry I gave you a hard time. Now I know, kind of what you went through and man it just sucks.” Dean plopped down on the opposite bed and reached for a sandwich.
“Uh, thanks I guess.”
“Sure you don't want to take a shower before we call Bobby?” Dean asked mouth full of food, and Sam had to admit it was just as disgusting watching his mouth do it as it was watching Dean.
“Like there is any hot water left!” Sam huffed and reached for his coffee that was on the night stand.
“Hair dude, you have too much hair to wash, so it's not my fault.”
“Let's just shut up and eat, I'm tired of talking about my hair, or lack of it at the moment, man it feels weird.”
“Fine, we eat and call Bobby.”
-0-
Sam lost out on the coin toss and got stuck calling Bobby. Swallowing hard he pressed the speed dial on his phone.
“Sam?”
“Yeah it's me sorta?”
“Dean, what kind of crap are you trying to pull? It's too early in the morning to deal with your humor.”
“Bobby, the problem is... well that you are technically talking to Dean but...”
“But what kid? I ain't got all day just spill it.”
“Have you ever dealt with body swapping before?”
“Crap! You idgit, what did you get yourselves into Sam! And I'm assuming I'm talking to Sam, right or did you add someone else into the mix?”
Sam took a calming breath stealing himself for the chewing out he was about to get. Dean was wincing with sympathy in the corner.
“Uh, yeah this is Sam only in Dean's body.”
“So now that we got that out of the way, mind telling me how in the hell you two got yourselves into this mess? You weren't even on a hunt were you?”
“No sir, no hunt. Last night we were at a bar and Dean was flirting with this girl and well she took both of our hands and mentioned that while she liked Dean's personality, she wished it came with my body.”
Sam tensed waiting for Bobby's response.
He could hear the older man sighing in frustration on the other end of the phone. “Why in the hell would you let some girl do that? I mean taking both of your hands and making a wish... that's just asking for trouble.”
“Yeah, we know that now but at the time we didn't pick up on any weird vibes.”
“Any other details that you can give me?”
“She wanted to meet back up tonight, but I don't know if she was serious or not.”
“Well, without doing any research, my gut feeling is that you're dealing with something that is more along the lines of a trickster or a novice to magic. But really we can't rule out a witch or other entity wanting to cause trouble for you two. If they made you as hunters, that would make sense.”
“So what would you suggest?”
“Go to the bar tonight and see if she shows, and find out what you're dealing with. Be prepared, if it's a witch you'll need to persuade her to reverse the spell or find the source of her magic and burn it. If it is a trickster, and God I hope not, then you know how to deal with that. But I have a feeling that it's not that serious, probably some love sick girl who is practicing magic or has an artifact with magical powers.”
“And if she doesn't show?”
“Then you're up a creek without a paddle, you'll have to hunt her down and pray you find her. Otherwise, welcome to your new reality.”
Sam's stomach clinched at that thought. “Yeah, I don't even want to think about that.”
“Well, I'll hit the books, see if I find something useful, I'll give you a holler.”
“Thanks Bobby.”
“Just be careful you hear boy?”
“Yes sir.”
Sam quickly clicked the phone off and turned to face his expectant brother.
Dean gave him a pitiful look. Damn that must be the puppy dog look Dean talks about. “So what did Bobby...”
“He thinks we're idgits as usual and that we should see if the girl shows tonight because she is the best lead. Bobby's gut feeling is that we're just dealing with a love sick magic novice, and if that's that case this shouldn't be hard to reverse.”
“And if she doesn't show?”
Sam huffed. “Bobby said we're screwed and need to get used to our new identities.”
Dean's eyes went wide. “Oh she better show.”
“Yeah, so we need to come up with a plan, just in case. Bobby confirmed our suspicions that we could well be dealing with a trickster or witch who made us as hunters. I'm thinking we need to make sure we have stakes and hex bags ready just in case.”
“Okay, but I don't know if both of us going in is such a good idea. If we both show up pissed and this is a silly little magic girl, she might run.” Dean went to grab a pair of jeans out of Sam's duffel and began to put them on.
“Yeah, I could follow from a distance since it was evidently my body she's interested in not yours.” Sam smirked.
“And I'll never understand that. Damn Sam, how do you get into these...” Dean fell over onto the bed trying to get both legs into the end of the pants.
“Jeez, do I have to teach you how to put on pants?” Sam stood and chuckled at his brother.
“Not funny Sasquatch.”
“Um, I think for at least today that name does not apply. In fact, it appears that today you are the Sasquatch.”
Dean huffed as he finally got the pants up and began fastening the button. “Uh no, you will always be the big goofy one, so just laugh it up fuzz ball because as of tonight we are going back into the right bodies.”
“Fine by me, I hate not being able to reach stuff on the top shelf.” Sam chuckled again as his brother lost it.
“I'm not short, we've been over this many times, you're just a ginormous freak! So, why don't you do some research to make sure we have our bases covered and I'll go and get some nice sharp stakes in case this is a damn trickster. I hate those things!”
“Fine by me.”
-0-
Sam had just finished two hex bags as Dean came out of the bathroom.
“Sam could I trim your bangs? They keep falling in my face, and if I trimmed them I could wear them in the front instead of pulled back.” Dean's voice or Sam thought his voice had an annoying whine to it. Man, that must really get on Dean's nerves, which is good cause he certainly gets on mine.
“No Dean, just use some mousse.”
“I tried but I can't get it to lay right.”
“You're not cutting my hair so deal.”
“But you look better with bangs.”
“I look like I'm five with bangs. NO!”
“Exactly it makes you look like the little brother.”
“No Dean, and you better let this drop or else.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Oh I'm quaking in my enormous boots.”
Sam huffed. “You know what they say about men with big feet, ass. I'm just warning you.”
“Whatcha gonna do Sammy?”
Sam glared at Dean. “Jess had this girlfriend who had the bright idea of adding green highlights to her hair using Kool-Aide. Oh and it worked but then she couldn't get rid of it. Green Dean, that's all I'm saying.”
“You wouldn't.” Dean's eyes went wide.
“Cut my hair and find out.” Sam growled out.
Dean sighed. “Then come help me fix this monstrosity that you call hair, I'm supposed to attract the girl not send her running.”
“Fine, sit on the bed and I'll get the hair gel.” Sam grabbed a brush and some gel and returned to his brother.
Dean sat quietly, letting Sam fix well his own hair really. Once he was done, Sam stepped back to make sure he had it right.
Dean cleared his throat. “You know Sammy, I think I figured out what you can do once we're done hunting.”
“Dean...”
“You'd make a wonderful hairdresser, darling.”
Sam grabbed his supplies and stomped off into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. He took a good five minutes to regain his composure before facing his asshole brother.
He opened the door to find his brother preening himself in front of the mirror that was on the back of the motel closet.
Sam's mouth shot open. Dean had on a pair of well Dean's pants. They were the right length for Sam's body but way too tight. I'm gonna pick up chicks tight.
The upper body wasn't much better, Dean had on one of Sam's button up shirts, but it was tucked in with no undershirt, and it was unbuttoned to show off the chest area.
Dean noticing his brother staring, smirked and spoke. “Not so bad with my sense of style.”
“You're not slutting me out Dean!”
“Oh, but that is exactly what I'm doing. Vivian won't be able to resist.” Dean then proceeded to strut around the room.
“Dean, there is no way.”
“Sam, why does this hurt? It's not like I'm really gonna sleep with her. I just need to get her attention. We get this spell reversed and get the hell out of dodge, no one will see us again. Besides, you already ruined my rep, so it's only fair.” Dean was pouting now.
“So this is all about Betsy thinking you're constipated?”
Dean huffed. “Pretty much, but we do need to snag Vivian.”
“Fine, whatever but we go in and get Vivian and then we're done. No picking up other girls while in my body, you understand?”
“Yes Mr. Stick in the Ass, I understand.”
Sam took a calming breath reminding himself that hopefully this would all be over soon. “Well, then let's get this over with.”
“Sure thing Sammy.”
CONTINUED HERE