Late Night Ramblings of an Overactive Brain

Stuck in Dean Winchesters Body

The next morning as I was waking up, I noticed I felt... heavier? I brushed it off as my body still waking up. Without opening my eyes I sat up on the bed, which felt really weird, and put my legs over the side, head in my hands.

I felt like I was hungover, or at least what I assume a hangover is like, but I never drank. Suddenly, I heard a male voice...

"Your finally up. Bout time."

I know that voice...
And I shouldn't be able to hear that voice directed at me...

Slowly I opened my eyes and turned my head to face the (sams height) male in front of me. Longish brown hair, (color) eyes, boyish looks, and a gun sticking out of his belt....

I was looking at fucking Sam Winchester.... oh no... am I?...

Quickly acting I glared at Sam grumpily. When I looked away, I finally saw my... I mean... Dean's hands.....

You've gotta be freaking kidding me....

Part of me wants to believe this is just one vivid and screwy dream, but the aching in my head said otherwise.

"Hurry up and get ready. I've got a lead on our neighborhood creep." Sam said as he packed up a bag with hunting supplies.

I don't know what's worse. The fact that I'll most likely have to go hunt something with no experience.... or the fact that I have to piss...

Do I just... go? Do I hold it? Should I tell Sam? Oh god what am I going to tell Sam. I could possibly pass as dean for a little while, but there's no way I'll fool Sam for long...

Wait, where in the timeline is this? Can I afford to distract Sam from this hunt? Think think think...

"Uh, Sammy? My heads not quite awake yet, remind me what we're hunting?" Please don't notice please don't notice please don't notice...

"Really? Uh, we're hunting (idk yet)."

"Right right... damn I feel like I was hit by a truck..."

"Maybe you had a few too many bears last night."

"Maybe..."

Before I could screw up I decided to head to the motel bathroom, locking the door behind me. Instantly I placed myself in-front of the mirror, my weight supported by my arms as I leaned. Quietly I said to "my" reflection, "Dean I am so sorry."

I then turned to the toilet, knowing I couldn't hold it all day. I contemplated closing my eyes, but I knew I had to aim... and aiming means I'll have to touch it... I'm sure there's some weirdo out there who thinks this is hilarious, but I'm legit beyond embarrassed and honestly kind of scared to do this...

You gotta do what you gotta do I guess....
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I'm blocking that from my memory, and if Deans in here somewhere, then I hope he does too. I'm just glad he doesn't smell so I can put off taking a shower... I really hope I'm not in here to long... I don't wanna do that again...

Brushing "my" teeth at least was easy. Luckily since Sam just brushed his teeth too, it was easy to tell which brush was Dean's since it was dry.

Before exiting the bathroom , another issue came to mind...

"I'll have to drive the freaking impala if I want to pass as Dean..."

Would Sam notice if I drove differently than Dean? What do I do if he realizes I'm not his brother? I mean, I guess I lucked out by being in deans body and not Sams. Sam is usually more sympathetic, at least in the beginning of the series which is where we are.

Exiting the bathroom I decided to do my best to play Dean until we finish this hunt. After that, I'll talk to Sam.

"Ready?" Sam asked by the door. I placed Deans gun into the back of his belt and put on his warm leather jacket before replying with a yup.