Switched

t h r e e

*Your POV*

"What's so funny?"

Dean and I ask Bobby and Sam at the same time.

They start to laugh again.

"I honestly don't get it. What is so funny?"

I look over a Dean and shrug.

"It's just funny seeing you two like this. And imagine when you have to go to the bathroom."

Sam and Bobby cracks up again thinking this is hilarious.

"I never thought of that."

"How on Earth is that going to work? I don't know how to use this thing!"

I gesture down there.

Sam is now practically crying at this point.

You roll your eyes at Sam.

"Sam. Take this seriously."

"I- I can't!"

He says laughing is head off.

All of a sudden, Dean looks horrified.

"What's gonna happen when we take a shower?!"

You give him the same scared expression.

This makes Sam and Bobby laugh even more.

Dean is obviously getting more pissed by the minute.

"Alright, since you two dicks can't handle this serious matter, I'm gonna go to my room and figure this out myself."

He angrily walks away and I follow him to his room.

"How the hell are we gonna make this work?"

"I don't know Dean. But what are we going to do when we need to go to the bathroom and to take a shower?"

I take a seat on his bed then immediately stand back up.

Dean chuckles, "Did that position hurt?"

You look down and blush a little.

"Yeah.. how are you supposed to sit..?"

He says smiling, "Just sit with your legs open a bit. And if you cross them, put your ankle on your knee. Not knee on knee."

"Thanks."

I sit back down the way that Dean told me to and it felt much better.

"So looks like we are going to have to teach each other how to work in each other's body's huh?"

"Yeah. So I've already taught you how to sit, we can check that off the list."

I can already tell that this is going to be a long week or so.

Dean and I just sit in silence for the longest time just reading and looking at our body's from a different view.

"Damn, do I always look like that? At least I actually look somewhat better than what I thought."

I think to myself.

I look at Dean's eyes, or mine I guess, and I give him a weird and worried look.

"What's wrong Y/N? Is everything ok?"

"Um yeah but uh, I've gotta go to the bathroom."

"Oh."

Dean clears his throat.

"This is gonna be interesting."

"Yeah sorry about that. I mean I'm pretty sure of how it works."

Dean nods, "But that's not what I'm worried about I guess."

"Then what is it?"

I ask him with a confused look.

"Did it occur to you Y/N that you will have to take out my dick to go?"

"Oh uh, no. I forgot about that part I guess."

"Yeah um want me to go with you and wait by the door?"

I clear my throat and get up.

"No, I think I'll be ok. But thanks."

I walk out of the room and look down the hall to make sure Sam or Bobby wasn't there.

After I decided it was clear, I go in the bathroom and lock the door.

I stare at myself for a bit.

"Alright. I can do this. It's simple. Ugh, but I have to take it out. But it's ok I won't look at it. Ok, let's do this."

I walk over to the toilet, lifting the lid, and regretting this even though there is nothing to fix this right now.

I unbutton the button and unzip the zipper, then carefully take it out.

I aim and shoot for it.

After I finished and flushed, surprised that I didn't make a mess, I wash my hands and leave the bathroom.

I look down the hall and when the coast is clear I walk back to the room.

As I'm walking back I'm thinking.

"Why the hell does he have to be so large? And let me be honest to myself, this is not how I wanted to see it.."