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Witch's Curse // Team Free Will

Word count: 1482 (A/N's not counted)

Thanks to my twinsie luciferstempest for the cover of this wee story!

This story is for the 'Halloween Vault' hosted by numerous official Wattpad profiles. In particular, the prompt by WattSupernatural, so enjoy I guess

Let's just say this takes place in S5

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"Sonuvabitch!" Were the last words Dean spoke before the black beam of light the witch fired at them hit him - and Sam and Cas - square in the chest, picking them up and tossing them away like used dolls.

Hitting his head against a wall, he fell down with a groan as his vision slowly started to fade away.

The last thing Dean Winchester clearly remembered was the amused laugh of the witch. And then everything turned black and he was out like a light.

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The first thing Dean noticed was the pain. It felt like somebody used a hammer to smash in his skull - using inhuman strength to do so. Then he remembered he had hit his head against a bloody wall and it didn't seem as strange anymore.

Slowly, he sat up, eyes closed and trying to ignore the hammering and ringing in his head to the best of his abilities. Rubbing his sore head, he failed to notice - thanks to the headache - that his hair was much longer than usual. Blinking open his eyes, he sat there for a while, dazed with the world still spinning around him as he tried to focus his thoughts.

He still remembered the witch - how their attempts at killing her remained fruitless - and then he blacked out after getting hit by a blast of magic.

Massaging his sore temples with his fingers, his vision started to focus a little as his headache slowly faded away. It clearly wasn't as bad as he originally feared. The bitch appears to be gone, he realized grumpily. That was when he absently focused on his arm... it looked slimmer than usual. It looked like the arm that belonged to a girl instead of a guy. And Dean Winchester knew fairly well what a girl's arm looked like.

"What the-?" He started to say, his mouth shutting closed once he noticed that his voice had changed too. He sounded so... girly.

Struck with horror, he looked down at his own chest - hoping this was all a nightmare and he would wake up soon - and noticed the boobs he now had. Mouth agape, hands shaking, he reached out towards his chest. His hand hovering above his left boob, he froze. This can't be real. This cannot be real! He poked the boob, being met by the soft bouncy skin. This feels too real. Why do they feel so real?! Openly groping his own boobs, Dean realized this was actually happening.

He, Dean Winchester, became a girl. A girl.

Still shocked from his horrifying discovery, it took his mind a while to put the pieces together that it was the witch who had done this to him. The horror-stricken expression seemingly stuck to his face, he looked around the room, noticing two other girls. Both unconscious.

Then he took a closer look.

One of them wore a familiar trench coat and the other looked suspiciously like his brother - only female versions of them. Sammy? Cas?!

The full realization sunk in. All three of them have been turned into girls.

"SONUVABITCH!!"

His high-pitched shriek managed to jump scare Sam out of his unconsciousness. The younger Winchester jumped up, eyes widening when he saw his 'brother', and the gears in his mind apparently worked faster than Dean's. "Dean?!" Sam exclaimed in shock.