Flipside

Chapter 1 – Prettier than Usual

It was an ordinary morning, or what could be considered ordinary for the Winchesters. Dean sat up in the lumpy bed that had been provided in the most recent cheap and dingy hotel that he and Sam had checked into the night before. They were chasing up a job in a fairly remote town about twenty miles north of Sioux Falls, which they had been lucky to have previously been in after a visit at Bobby's. A guy had apparently had chunks of flesh bitten out of him, by what the papers were calling a bear, with the only evidence found being the tip of what appeared to be a bull's horn on the floor of the crime scene. Dean and Sam had decided that it seemed like their kind of thing, and had hitched up to the town of Allokot* quick-smart.

With a yawn, Dean stood and stretched out his stiff arms. If there was one thing he would have given anything for, it was a half-decent bed that he could actually enjoy his routine four hours in; as opposed to the crappy beds he usually dealt with. The only thing that redeemed them was the magic fingers, but sometimes even that didn't cut it. When his bones made a satisfactory cracking sound that signified all his joints had clicked into place, he walked into the bathroom and grabbed the face towel from the bench opposite the sink. He turned on the tap and stuck his cupped hands under the water, splashing the cool liquid over his face to snap himself awake, then straightened up and rubbed the towel over his face. It was at this point that he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror as the towel was pulled away from his eyes and almost haemorrhaged on the spot.

Now Dean liked his face. He was an attractive man, and against all ideals that would be deemed inappropriate in modest company, he knew it. He had no qualms in admitting to himself that he had a pretty face that warranted attention, and he prided himself on this whether it was a good thing or not; hence the reason he always took time out in the morning to gel his hair and make sure he was adequately clean-shaven, or only had a light shadow of facial hair that gave him that rugged sex appeal he aimed to radiate on any given day when he wasn't fully immersed in a hunt.

So it was then, that he received quite a shock when the current face staring back at him in the mirror was prettier than it had ever been before, and not in the narcissistic sense as it would first appear. The reason it was prettier had nothing to do with Dean suddenly having an epiphany of his magically super-enhanced good looks, but more to do with the fact that the face in the mirror was distinctly more feminine than it had ever been; in fact it was completely feminine. His chiselled jawline had vanished, to be replaced with a more rounded female equivalent; so too was this the case with his already full lips which now procured a cutesy pout reminiscent of a woman's cupid-bowed kisser. His ears had shrunk, his neck had thinned and his Adams apple had plain disappeared. His eyes were bigger and thus cuter. The only thing that hadn't really changed was his hair. On the whole, he looked very much like some sort of pixie, and after his recent encounter with fairy folk Dean Winchester was of the strong conviction that he didn't do pixies.

When he looked down at himself the situation didn't get any better. His shirt hung loosely on him, accentuated by the slight curve outwards at his chest area that looked very much like boobs. His pants were almost falling off him as his waist cambered into a tamed hourglass figure. His hands were smaller and his fingers were thinner. It took him a few moments to register what was happening, but when he did it hit him like a ton of salt compacted into bricks – he wasn't currently a he, he was a she.

"SAM!"

The younger hunter startled awake at his name being screamed from the bathroom. As soon as he realised where he was and who was screaming, he jumped up and readied himself for action. Grabbing a pistol that was laying on the bedside table he edged his way over to the bathroom, preparing for a fight against whatever was trying to gank Dean. "Dean, hold on!" He moved closer to the doorway and then leaped into the bathroom, pointing the gun in the direction Dean's voice had come from, and therefore at Dean himself (or should I say herself).

"Whoa, whoa, put the gun down man!" Dean gestured at the ground, urging Sam to take aim off her.

Sam lowered the gun and cocked his head to the side quizzically as he took in Dean's appearance. "You're a girl."

Dean took a deep breath and nodded. "That's what I called you in here for. I have no idea what's going on, I woke up and found myself like this!"

Sam grinned and had to hold back the laughter that was threatening to escape him. "You woke up like this? What, did somebody sneak in and perform a sex-change operation on you when we were asleep?" The laughter seeped out and Sam snickered.

Dean frowned and crossed her arms over his chest, flinching slightly at the feeling of his arms resting against two pillows of flesh that had never been there previously. "Like you're one to talk, asshole."

The laughter was cut off abruptly and Sam raised an eyebrow. "Huh?" When Dean didn't reply, he turned around and looked at the mirror. His eyes were dark and his eyelashes fuller. His mahogany hair, although usually long, now hung down to just above his waist, complete with luscious waves. His chest jutted out, like Dean's, and his waistline curved in giving him a set of shapely hips. His lower lip trembled and he looked back at Dean. "I'm a girl too!"

"Yeah, jackass." Dean looked Sam up and down. "Actually, you're not too bad, a bit tall, but not bad." She scrunched her face up in disgust. "Why am I even saying that? You're my brother - Uh, sister."

Sam shook her head. "That's not the point; the point is that we're female!" She looked at the mirror and ran her hands through her hair. "Long hair doesn't suit me."

Dean had to use every ounce of her self-control not to face-palm herself at that comment. "Look, I think the first thing we should do is call Cas, maybe he'll know what the hell is going on here." Dean took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Cas, we really need you right now, so you better get your feathery ass here right now or I'll-"

"You'll what?"

Dean snapped her eyes open and her mouth dropped open. "Not you too Cas!"

Sam turned away from the mirror and gasped. Castiel stood before them, blue eyes giant and mystified, lips full and pink, face pointed and delicate, skin smooth and flawless. Hair that was usually in a messy mop now sat in an untidy bob. The trench coat that usually fitted perfectly was now hanging off Cas' shoulders, loosely staying on. The same went for Cas' shirt and suit pants.

Cas started at Dean and tilted her head to one side. "Who are you?"

"It's Dean!" Dean took a step forward and put a hand on Castiel's shoulder. "I can't believe you're in the same boat as us Cas, out of anybody I would have thought you'd be unaffected, I mean you're a freaking angel!"

"Wha-" Cas looked down at herself and raised her eyebrows. "My vessel has changed, how could this be?"

"Your vessels be turned femme fatale," Sam replied, checking out Castiel's new body. "You look pretty good like that Cas."

Castiel shrugged and nodded. "Thank you Sam, you look nice too."

"Look, can we all just agree that we're hot as chicks and move on," Dean urged. She walked out of the bathroom and back into the main section of the motel room. "I don't know about you guys, but I want to find the son of a bitch who's responsible for this and make him put us back to normal ASAP. I am not chick material, man."

Sam flipped some of her hair over her shoulder. "I dunno Dean, you're pretty hot like this." She winked cheekily as Dean gave her an unimpressed look from the bed where she was now rummaging through her duffle bag.

"Why are you flirting with each other? " Castiel looked from Dean to Sam quizzically, not understanding what was going on.

"Sam's being a smartass Cas," Dean explained, pulling out a shotgun from the bag and beginning to load it with shells. She changed the subject when Cas still didn't seem to be comprehending the situation. "Before we do anything, since we're in new bodies now, we have to give ourselves new – female – names, and we won't be able to us our fake ID's either."

"Okay," Sam agreed, nodding. "From now until we get our old bodies back, you'll be Deana**, I'll be Samantha, and Cas can be Cassie. Basically like our normal names, except feminine. Easy enough to remember, right?"

Dean cocked the shot gun. "Sounds good."

"I think before anything I should attempt to do some research. There might be some completely feasible explanation for this." Sam walked over to the bedside table and opened her laptop which was resting there. "And before we can go anywhere we need clothes that actually fit us properly, everything we have is way too big now."

"Nothing wrong with baggy clothes," Dean responded, laying the shotgun back in the duffle bag gently.

"Yeah but baggy in the crotch," Sam countered.

"Touché."

"I can get clothes for you," Castiel offered. She clicked her fingers and the clothes she was wearing suddenly snapped inwards to fit her newly curvaceous form. "That's better."

Sam blinked; the laptop now on her lap and loading up. "Or couldn't you just do what you did to your clothes except to ours?"

Castiel nodded once. "Yes, I suppose I could do that." She clicked her fingers again and the clothes Sam and Dean were wearing tightened to fit them. "The clothes in your bags should be the same," Cas informed.

"Thanks Cas, you're a godsend." Dean paused and then laughed, "Hey, I made a pun!"

"Uh, guys, there's one more thing we need that we don't have," Sam interrupted from over at the bed.

"What's that Sammy?" Dean turned to the younger sister, listening intently.

"Unless you want to be flopping around all over the place, we're gonna need some bras," Sam said frankly.

"Oh." Dean scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. "Cas, can you take this one?"

"I can try but I am not educated in the purchasing of braziers." Castiel looked from Dean to Sam.

"Well neither are we," they replied in unison.

Deciding that she probably wouldn't be able to get out of this, Castiel sighed and nodded. "Okay, I'll be back soon." Then she disappeared.

Dean turned to Sam. "Alright Sammy, let's figure out what the hell has happened to us."

So began to start of an adventure that the Winchesters were sure to not be forgetting any time soon.

To Be Continued…

*Allokot – Fictional town which I have created because I do not live in America and consequently do not know the geography, and can't be bothered researching it. Yes, I'm a lazy piece of crap, I admit it. Name derives from the word αλλόκοτος (allókotos) which is Greek for 'weird'.

**Deana – I imagine it to be pronounced "Deena" like an A has just been tacked on to the end of Dean's name instead of "Dee-ana". I don't know why but I just feel like the latter pronunciation doesn't match Dean's character, it's too, well, feminine xD But hey, that's just my opinion!

Okay guys, so here we have the first chapter of my genderbender Supernatural fanfic! I hope you've enjoyed it (although nothing much has happened in this chapter) and that I can keep this fic interesting. I might not update regularly because I'm currently in the last 3 months of my last year of school and I'm a bit flat out, but I promise I'll try and write chapters as fast as I can within reason!

Stay tuned for the next instalment of Flipside!

Amber***