Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

"Why are you in me?!"~ Sam

*A witch casts a spell on you and Sam, causing quite a distress*

"What the hell is she saying?!" I yell over the witches chanting, eyeing Sam and Dean who are sprinting at her.

Witches are bitches. Those are the words I want tattooed on my body for everyone to see because there has been nothing truer spoken before. Dean insisted on taking this case over from one of our acquaintance called Amara, and no matter how much I could protest, he wouldn't take no for an answer. So here I am, losing my mind over the fact that I don't know what the hell that blonde bitch is chanting.

"Wh-where did she go?" Dean shouts as he stops all of a sudden, looking around him. The witch is gone and in her place are standing Sam and Dean.

"Forget it and let's just go." I glare at him and stalk out of the abandoned asylum. As if her being a witch wasn't bad enough, she had to be staying in a bloody asylum too...

I hop into the Impala and in no time we're driving back to the bunker. I can't say that I'm not pissed that this hunt was a bust, because I am. Witches are so much worse than demons and any other gnarly creatures to me. And since I got forced to come, I was looking forward to at least slaying her with the power of a coursing river. Wait no. Power of Niagara Falls.

The three of us part ways and walk down to our rooms in different ways. Mines and Dean's are nearby, but Sams one is at the other end of the bunker.

I crash down on my bed, kicking my boots off, not even bothering to change. The clothes aren't dirty anyway. As soon as I close my eyes, I feel sleep tug at me and I succumb to its plea.

~Time Skip 8 hours~

I slowly open my eyes, my bladder waking me up from my slumber. It tends to do that a lot. Like, I didn't sign up for this bullshit.

I swing my legs over the bed and stand up, but sit down as soon as I do. Partly because my head's spinning but also because... This isn't my room.

Whoa. I don't recall sleeping here or getting drunk and somehow ending up here. No.

I glance at myself, seeing a muscular body instead of mine. The body's wearing boxers and an unbuttoned plaid. Olay, what the fuck.

I stand up again and walk to the bathroom, almost collapsing after I see my reflection. Well, Sams reflection.

My-er, Sams eyes threaten to bulge out of his head as I ponder all the possible reasons for what's going on. A nightmare. I pinch myself, but all it does is leave a red mark. Then it hits me.

The witch.

As I'm about to walk back into Sams room, a girly scream echoes through the open door of the room. Me. My body. Sam.

I quickly run out of the room and down a few hallways, feeling weird because Sam is so tall, and stop in front of my room. I'm standing there with wide eyes, staring at me. Wait. My body is staring at Sam's with wide eyes.

"Why are you in me?!" Sam yells in a high-pitched voice, looking at his body. I just looks back at him with a helpless expression.

Before I know it, Dean's standing next to me with a beer. "I thought something else was going on" Dean smirks, winking at my body which is blushing because of Sam.

"Dean, something isn't right." Sam tries to explain, causing Dean to look really confused. Well, his walnut-sized brain isn't getting this. This whole ordeal is absurd.

I grab the collar of his plaid and bring him close with great force, glaring. "I have a dick when I should have a vagina you jerk" I seethe. He generally looks to be scared a little. He still isn't getting this. It must seem weird for him to hear his brother say this. Well, technically me but in- oh for fuck sake. I give up.

"Sammy, you okay there?" Dean asks, removing my giant hands from his collar and giving me a weird look.

I sigh and shake my head, walking to take a seat on my bed. I'll let Sam explain this one. I don't have the energy to.

"(Y/N) is in my body and I'm in hers. The witch must have swapped us around somehow. We need to find her." Sam explains, and with this explanation Dean seems to be caught up to the problem.

He looks between the two of us, a smirk slowly making its way to his lips. Oh, great. What now?

"Sammy, you have boobs." He grins, stating the obvious and pointing at my bodies chest. Good god I swear I will kick him in the throat.

The previous issue of my bladder comes to mind suddenly. No. I swear to god if I have to touch-

"Sam come with me please." I say awkwardly, walking into my bathroom. Sams body is still half naked, and I must say that he isn't bad. Like, it's toned and his chest is just ugh.

He closes the door behind him and looks at me with a weird look. Whether it's because he's seeing himself half naked or because we're both in a different body, I don't know. Lord this is going to be awkward.

"Uh, Sam I really need to pee. I'll close my eyes and you do the business with the, uh, thing down there." I say, a heavy blush coming to my cheeks. It's like I'm looking into a mirror, because my body has the same blush. Let's just get this over and done with.

I place a hand over my eyes and feel his, or my, cold hands grab a hold of the thing. I refuse to call it by its proper name. I never thought I would want to fall through the floor and into hell this much. The embarrassment is almost unbearable. Maybe I'll pray for Lucifer to take me into the cage with him.

The whole thing feels weird, and I'm surprised that I don't have 'morning wood' as guys like to call it.

I uncover my eyes as Sam coughs awkwardly and I see that he's done. Well, there isn't much I can do to help him with his business and as much as I don't like the fact that he'll have to do the necessary thing, there is nothing I can do to help it.

"I'll, uh, leave you to it..." I say awkwardly and walk out of the bathroom and sit on my bed. This isn't happening. It can't. I've been good. Karma is a bitch and I don't deserve this.

"There are two holes, Sammy!" Dean shouts from the doorway so his brother hears, making me shoot him a glare. This couldn't possibly get worse. He's just smirking. Enjoying this.

"Why don't you put your knowledge to good use fore once as try to track the witch, short-bust." I stand up off the bed, towering over the older Winchester. Well, this situation does have one upside.

Time to get my body back. And I'm just hoping to god it doesn't take long.