"Well, I'm glad that hunt went well. It was so good to be able to get all my anger out on those bastards," Dean says as he slams the Impala's trunk.
"What do you mean but it went well? It was complete shit," Sam argues.
"Guys," I say as I open the right back door," please stop. I'm so tired."
Sam rolls his eyes and Dean just shrugs. I sigh and get in the back seat, ready to fall asleep. Those vampires tested our strength and energy. I'm beaten. Sam and Dean get in the front and continue bickering. I groan loudly on purpose and both of them turn their heads.
"What is wrong with you?" Dean asks.
"You guys are so immature. Maybe it would be better if you guys understood each other point's of view," I sigh.
"What? That is not possible Y/N/N," Sam says, trying to sound smart.
"Mr. IQ of 174, it is," I say as Sam looks at me like I've grown horns," For Chuck's sake, we fight the creatures of the night and children's imaginations! I bet, you big lug, that anything is possible at this point!"
Dean chuckles and Sam glares at him. Dean clears his throat and says, " Not funny." Sam turns his attention back to the front and Dean turns on the impala. I roll my eyes. Dean looks through the mirror and shoots me a smile. I flip him off as I cover my face with a dirty flannel.
Once we get back to the bunker, I quickly head to my room and pace around the room for a bit. Nothing was popping into my brain for a good while. Wasn't until I remembered the the 1976 film Freaky Friday. A smirk grew upon my face and I grabbed my phone. That would definitely help them settle their differences, once and for all. I called one of my most trusted friends and witches, Ms. Rowena.
R: My dearest angel, what can I do for you?
Y: Hey Ro. Listen, can you do a body-switching spell on Dean and Sam?
R: you know I can. But, you're going to have to bring me the ingredients for it.
Y: thank you, Rowena. And does it have a reverse spell for it? I wanna be able to take it off whenever because this is to punish them.
R: yep, all my spells come with a reversal version. And Y/N.
Y: Yes Ro?
R: let me know how it goes with them. Alright? I've got to go now. I'll send you the list of things I need.
Y: of course. And thank you. I'll be there with the ingredients.
R: see you!
The call ends as I let out a sigh of relief. It should go as planned so I have high hopes for this. Rowena never disappoints anyway.
Half an hour later, I make my way to the kitchen. The sound of Dean and Sam bickering rings in my ears as I approach the kitchen closer and closer.
"You're wrong!" Dean shouted first.
"No, you're wrong!" Sam shouted back.
"BOYS."
They grow quiet and I stand in the doorway, hands on my hips like a mother with two toddlers. The two glare at each other and Dean goes back into the kitchen itself while Sam stays at the dining table. The silence was very loud and it told everything. No words needed to exchanged to be able to understand the tension in the air.
"I've had it with you to arguing all the damn time. It's time that you two learned a lesson."
"Pfft. A lesson? Come on Y/N/N. We're not some little kids anymore. We're men, " Dean shrugs off.
"And if you two are men, then start acting like it and I'll start treating you as such. But starting now, I don't wanna hear anymore bickering. Am I clear?"
"Yes, Mom, " Dean sarcastically says to me.
"Sam?"
He nods in agreement. Dean goes back to pouring himself his coffee, Sam typing away on his computer. Gosh, I seriously hope this works.
Dean's POV
Beep! Beep! The alarm went off. I open my eyes and see that the clock read 5 AM. I never wake up this early. I must be dreaming. As I stretch out, I realize I feel kind of different. Getting out of bed, I was realizing how tall I suddenly was. I look down and see... Sam's feet? I look at my hands. These aren't mine nor are those feet. Do I dare? I wanted to see if other... Parts of me weren't mine. I rush to the bathroom and I looked in the mirror. HOLY SHIT I AM SAM! I touch my face and my hair.
"You got to be fucking kidding me, " I say out loud to myself.
But luckily for me, I felt taller and ew, healthier. But now, I officially can't go back to sleep with this surprise. I started to pinch myself and did everything people say to do when you think you're dreaming. But unfortunately, I was, indeed, not dreaming. I stayed cooped up in my room, waiting for Sammy to wake up. Why was I in my baby brother's body and what the hell did I do to deserve this?
Sam's POV
Arising from a good night's sleep, I look at the clock with blurred vision. I see that the clock read noon. Noon?! What the hell?! Why am I waking up in the afternoon?! I jump out of bed and head to the restroom. I glance at myself in the mirror for a second but wait-
I look back and see Dean's face. I begin to touch myself and it clicked. I was in Dean's body. Ugh, I feel so short and... So unhealthy. Ugh! I'm going to have to eat non-vegan food. And not again with the body-switching! I head to my or Sam's room and bang on the door. Dean or Sam opens the door.
"Why are we in each other's body?" Dean suddenly says.
"I don't know... Wait."
Y/N's POV
Casually, sipping on my nice, warm coffee in the kitchen. I have on my favorite robe with my Spongebob PJs underneath and my mom's old Betty Bop shirt that I cut into a crop top. As I was about to bite my freshly-made waffles, I hear the boys scream.
"Y/F/N!"
They have noticed and let the games begin!
