Loosing Your Humanity Piece By Piece

What Are We Gonna Do Now?

John flung his phone into the passenger seat and stepped on the gas. All of his instincts told him that whatever had happened was bad. It hadn't sounded like it had been Bobby in trouble, and that could only mean one thing. His boys were in trouble.

The thought spurred John into pushing the Impala to going 25 miles over the speed limit, and he hoped with everything in himself he wouldn't get pulled over on his way over.

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Luckily, John ran into virtually no trouble on his two hour long drive to Bobby's house. Normally the drive would have taken about two and a half to three hours. While breaking the speed limit, he'd managed to make it in a little over an hour and a half. However, It still felt like the drive had taken too long.

John parked the car haphazardly, pausing to take his extra gun out of the glove box before running inside. He didn't even bother to knock, barging in the screen door with his gun in hand, loaded, cocked and ready to shoot.

"Woah, whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy there, buddy. Put the gun down before you take somebody out." Bobby said, slowly walking up on the man, hands up in the surrender position. 

John assessed the situation quickly and took a deep breath forcing his heart to calm and his breathing to slow. Bobby didn't seem to be freaking out, so why should he be?

Bobby gently grabbed the gun out of his hand and placed it on the table near the door.

"What happened? Why did you call? Why did you sound so freaked out?" John let all his questions flood out of his mouth as Bobby lead him to the living room.

"I know how it sounded, but the boys and I are fine. It's just...Sam is..." Bobby trailed off and his eyes drifted off to the side.

"What? Sam is what, Bobby?!" John raised his voice, feeling desperate and out of control.

"You'll just have to see. It's...hard to explain." Bobby explained. "Let me just go get them." Bobby walked John over to the couch and sat him down before turning and walking up the stairs.

John sat exactly where Bobby had set him down, bouncing his leg up and down as he waited. Patience was not one of the hunters strong suits, however, and the man soon found himself pacing the length of the room. There were some noises from upstairs, and some creaking from the stairs when Bobby walked down them.

"Okay, so Sam asked me to tell you to keep your head about you when he walks down those steps."  Bobby said, keeping John from leaving the room by blocking the exit.

"What? Why?" John asked, feeling his heart speed up in worry.

"He seems to think you're gonna loose your temper or something when you see him." Bobby answered, with a shrug of his shoulders.

Bobby motioned towards the top of the stairs and the old wood began to creak as something added weight to it. 

The first to come down stairs was Dean, looking as normal as ever except for the line of worry on his forehead. He was holding the hand of another person, and judging by the size, the person was smaller, more petite. 

Soon enough, There was a girl standing at the bottom of the stairs, wearing slightly loose-looking clothes, and staring intently at the ground with pink staining her cheeks. Her brown hair was long, but tied back into a ponytail, and her eyes, when she glanced up, turned out to be a pretty hazel color. The flannel she wore was at least a size too small and hung off her frame awkwardly. Her jeans were worn out, and the denims color had faded. 

John stared for a while, confused. "Okay who is she?" He asked after a few minutes of awkward, draw out silence.

Bobby and Dean looked at him like he was stupid. "You really don't get it?" Dean eventually asked, disbelief covering the worry on his face. 

John shook his head no.

"It's Sam, you idjit." Bobby eventually told him, bluntly.

John sat, dumbstruck. "What?" He breathed.

"I don't know what happened, all I know is that one minute I'm sitting upstairs, reading, and the next minute I grew boobs." The girl- Sam -explained. Her voice was pretty much the same but that wasn't saying much, considering Sam's voice had been pretty feminine before.

John sat for a moment, trying to wrap his head around the situation. "B-but I killed that stupid witch before she finished her spell?" He offered weakly.

"Apparently not." Bobbys gruff voice followed his remark. "But if it's a spell, there has to be a way to reverse it. And until then, Sam will have to live with being a girl." 

"What?!" Sam's shrill voice squeaked. "B-but I don't know the first thing about being a girl!" She complained. "What if I need to go to the bathroom? What if I get my period?" Sam squeaked, beginning to panic. 

Bobby ignored the girl. "John I'm gonna need you to come with me, tell me what you can remember from what the witch did. We can start looking for a cure from there." 

Sam's shrieking complaints and questions echoed after them as they went to look for a cure for Sam.