Dean was silent as he stalked the creature, amped up tazer ready to roll in his hand. He followed it through a maze of dark corriors in the old abandoned warehouse, which must have been some sort of office building becauseit had way too many place for this bastard to hide.
But now that Dean had it in his sights, he wasn't letting it slip away. Not again.
As the creature came to a stop, sniffing the air to try and catch Dean's scent (he'd used one of his Dad's tricks to mask it) he raised the gun and rested his finger on the trigger. As it let out a short growl, Dean fired.
The chains flew past as the creature veered to the right, knocking Dean off his feet and into the corridor wall. A large furry paw clawed around Dean's throat, and the next thing he knew...
He woke up in bed, feeling someone behind him. Not wanting to let whoever it was know that he was aware, he let his eyes do the work, before spying the moonlit glint of a knife on the bedside table.
Slowly reaching over for it, he suddenly threw the covers aside, grabbed it, and turned on his target. A dark shape rose from the bed, turning the bedside lamp on.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked, confused.
"Sam?" Dean frowned in shock.
Faith
Faith was jolted awake, crumpled against a wall. She coughed, looking around and not quite remembering how she'd gotten there.
"What the hell?!"
She blanched at the sound of her voice, before her eyes turned downward.
"Oh. My. God."
Dean & Sam
"How did I get here?" Dean demanded, still holding the knife dangerously.
"Faith, calm down..." Sam held up a hand calmly.
Dean blanched.
"What'd you call me?"
Sam's eyes darted, unsure if this was another episode involving the mental institute in Faith's head.
"Faith," he replied, "that's your name."
"No," Dean breathed, resisting the urge to look down, "my name... is Dean."
Faith
Faith slowly got to her feet and brushed herself off. She patted her jeans pocket for some sign of who she was, before coming across a set of keys.
"Ok," she said, still unnerved at the sound of the new voice. "Find Sam, then work this thing out."
Sam & Dean
"What?" Sam asked incredulously, "ha, very funny."
"Shut it bitch!" Dean snapped.
"Jerk," Sam countered, befor realising what he'd done.
And how easily it had come to him.
"Dean?" he frowned, getting out of the bed.
Dean was relieved to see Sam wearing pants.
"Yeah," Dean went to run his fingers through his hair, before seeing his hand.
He stared at the palm, then turned it over and saw the nails.
"Trippy," Dean breathed.
Sam hesitated, then went to the window and looked outside. The impala was gone.
"Dean, where were you?" he gulped.
"Hunting at Broverridge."
Sam grabbed his phone from the bedside and quickly dialled Dean's number.
Faith
Faith jumped slightly, pulling the phone out of her pocket.
"Lo?"
Sam
Sam hesitated, getting his bearings.
"Faith!" he said, getting a look from Dean.
"Describe your surroundings."
"I was in a hallway toward the back," Dean interjected, "tell her to go to the right until she sees double doors."
Faith
"Somewhere dark and shitty," Faith answered somewhat dryly.
But she looked around.
"Um... a hallway. And... it's... stinky."
She paused.
"And how did you know it was me?"
Sam & Dean
"Faith turn to your right, and keep walking until you see double doors," Sam instructed.
"From there she'll see the way out," Dean added, "...and my car. Damnit my car!"
Faith
Faith followed Sam's directions, relieved to see the doors at the end. She pushed through them and unlocked the car, slipping into the driver's seat and feeling quite strange about that.
"Right, how do I get back from... where the hell am I?"
Sam & Dean
"Nevermind that," Sam insisted.
"Turn left when you get out, take your second right, and you'll find highway 45. Make a left and you should find the motel a ways down."
"And be careful with my car," Dean said under his breath.
Faith
Faith threw open the door to the motel and walked inside, before taking a look at... herself.
"Hi me."
Dean & Sam
Dean nodded.
"Hey handsome."
"Fai- um, Dean filled me in," Sam informed Faith, more than a little weirded out.
Faith
"Dude," Faith said to Dean. "You're so bowlegged."
She returned her attention to Sam.
"So... how to we reverse it?"
Dean & Sam
"And your clothes are two sizes too small, did you notice?"
"We kill the creature that did it," Sam cut in with a shrug, "only now, we have to find it. And it's probably skipped town."
Faith
"You never complained when you were the one looking," Faith replied.
She moved her legs uncomfortably.
"Seriously, how do you guys walk with these things?"
Dean & Sam
"At least I flushed your bra," Dean mused, making it painfully obvious he wasn't wearing one.
"Guys," Sam looked between them haughtily.
Faith
Faith turned to Sam and her eyes flicked up and down, checking him out, just out of habit.
"Yeah?"
Sam & Dean
Sam's eyes widened and he took a step back, tripping into a sitting position on the bed.
"Don't do that!" he scorned.
"Yes, don't," Dean reiterated.
Faith
Faith held her hands up.
"Sorry, it's a habit!"
Dean & Sam
Dean shuddered, then clutched at his pelvis.
"I know, but try," Sam insisted, before glancing at Dean and frowning.
"Dean? What's wrong?" he asked.
"I don't know," Dean shook his head, "just this... like a bunch of knives inside of me."
He collapsed over the nearby chair and Sam rushed to his side instinctively.
Faith
Faith smirked slightly, folding her arms across her chest.
"Ah, welcome to the wonderful world of womanhood, Dean."
She held back a laugh.
"You might want to go to the bathroom. Give me a yell if you need help... with what you're gonna have to do."
Dean
"What?" Dean looked up, short of breath, "what are you talking about?"
Faith
Faith chuckled, crossing the room to her bag and rifling through it. She found what she needed and tossed the colourful little box to Dean.
"Tampons. You might need one. And then I can show you what takes away the cramps."
Dean & Sam
Dean's - or Faith's - eyes widened, and the Winchesters looked at each other.
Sam instantly took a step back, as if Dean were diseased. Dean looked between them, then groaned.
"Christ if this body weren't so hot I'd stab myself. Who the hell invented these things anyway? They might as well be fricken non- vibrating-" Faith's voice trailed off as Dean went into the bathroom and shut the door.
Sam looked across at Dean. Er, Faith.
Faith
Faith grinned, watching after him. Her. Whatever.
"One leg up on the toilet!" she called.
Dean & Sam
"What?!" Dean yelled.
"You might wanna..." Sam indicated or her to go in with him, rubbing his face awkwardly.
Faith
Faith let out a laugh, then went into the bathroom.
"K, beautiful," she said to Dean. Herself. Or something. "Drop the pants."
Dean
Dean's eyebrows rose.
"Are you sure I wanna do that?" he said in a warning tone.
Faith
"Oh come on, I've seen you... my... whatever. I've seen it before."
Faith paused.
"Otherwise, you're gonna have quite a mess to clean up. So drop them."
Dean
"You're gonna have a mess anyway," Dean mumbled under his breath so she couldn't hear, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down.
He pulled down her underwear and balked.
"I think I'm gonna be sick..."
Faith
"Did you wan..."
Faith looked down at her own crotch.
"Seriously?!"
Dean & Sam
Dean had collapsed on the toilet seat, feeling nauseas.
"Everythng ok?!" Sam called from outside.
"NO!" Dean screeched.
Faith
"Ok," Faith said, shifting uncomfortably.
She pulled Dean to his feet and tried to ignore how painfully tight her pants had gotten, then propped one of her - his - legs onto the toilet seat.
"God, I cannot believe I am doing this."
She unwrapped a tampon.
"Try to relax or it might hurt."
Dean
"You're kidding right?" Dean's eyes were just about watering from the cramp pain.
"What could possibly hurt more than this?!"
Faith
A few minutes - and plenty of soap - later, Faith emerged from the bathroom, trying to adjust herself in her pants.
"Well," she said, looking at the ground. "This body has irrational reactions."
Sam
"Huh?" Sam wasn't sure he wanted to know.
He'd fired up the laptop, researching the effects of the transition the creature had done/was capable of.
Faith
"Cramps still bad?" Faith called to Dean.
"I can help."
Dean & Sam
"That depends if bad means epically crippling," Dean scorned, loudly.
Sam winced, then went back to what he'd been doing to try and get his mind off it.
Faith
Faith went to her bag again and pulled out what looked like a little beanbag. She walked over to the microwave and blasted it for 30 seconds, then gestured for Dean.
"Lay on your back on the bed."
Sam & Dean
Sam looked up as Dean entered the room, quickly getting back to the computer.
Dean glared at Faith, but did as she instructed.
Faith
Faith sat on the bed next to Dean, and placed the heat pack on her pelvis. She held her hand there gently, applying enough pressure to ease the cramps.
And then Dean's body started responding again.
"Ok, Dean, really?"
Dean
"What?" Dean grunted, eyes squeezed shut.
Faith
Faith shook her head, then gently rubbed Dean's stomach in little circles, just the way Sam did when she was in pain.
"Feeling a bit better?"
Dean
"Not really," Dean cringed.
"Oh, wait a minute... Yeah, maybe."
Faith
"Yeah, usually Sam does this, but... you would probably feel awkward with that."
Faith glanced at Sam.
"Hey cuti... Sam? Can you grab the painkillers from my bag?"
Sam
Sam looked towards Dean's duffel, then turned towards Faith's bag. Reaching down into it, he grabbed the pills, and threw them toward her/him.
"Here."
Faith
"Thanks baby," Faith automatically replied.
She popped two pills out onto her hand.
"Here. Take these. Water's on the bedside table. They'll help a little. I usually don't need them coz Sa... nevermind."
Dean
Dean snatched hem from her/his hands, grabbed the water, and gulped them down as fast as he could without choking.
Faith
Faith's eyes drifted to the curve of Dean's chest, before she groaned and looked away.
She got off the bed and headed for the bathroom.
"I need a cold shower."
Dean & Sam
"Ice!" Dean called after her, "does ice work?!"
"Don't get your hopes up," Sam left off calling him Dean, finding it easier just to not use names.
Faith
"No," Faith called back, starting to take her clothes off. "Keep the heat pack on! And get Sam to make you hot tea. He knows how I... you like it!"
She stepped into the shower, turning the cold water on.
"Jesus!"
Dean & Sam
"Don't freeze anything off!" Dean screamed.
Sam got up and went to make the tea.
"What the hell are you doing?" Dean demanded, arm over his eyes but peeking out from underneath nonetheless.
"What he said. She. Making tea," Sam shook his head, confused.
"Oh."
Faith
Faith shivered, stepping out of the shower, grateful that her earlier problem had gone down.
She wrapped the towel around her waist and left the bathroom.
"I don't know how you get anything done, with that thing."
Dean
"I know how to work it," Dean replied, not having moved.
"What the hell is with the air con in here? Someone turn the damn thing down!"
Faith
"A hot shower will actually make you feel better," Faith told Dean.
She shrugged.
"You never noticed that I tend to stay in the shower for a long time during one week of the month?"
Dean
"No," Dean replied, "we tend to not want to think about that."
"Like it or not Dean, it's a part of life," Sam spoke up.
"NOT MINE!"
Faith
"Least you're not pregnant," Faith pointed out, before a smirk played over her lips.
"With your brother's baby."
Dean
"Are you trying to make me feel better or worse?" Dean demanded, realising he couldn't really threaten to kick her ass.
Faith
"A little of both."
Faith shrugged.
"You think you have it bad? I cannot even touch Sam, because he'll freak right out."
Sam & Dean
"If either of you touch me..." Sam left the threat hanging.
"You'll do what?" Dean demanded, "you don't want to hurt me and you can't hurt her."
Faith
Faith finished getting dressed, enjoying how loose Dean's clothes were.
She flopped down on the other bed, then glanced at Sam.
"Hmm, I guess... I guess I'll be sharing a bed with me... him, then? Coz either way, you'll be sleeping with your brother."
Sam & Dean
"I'll take the floor," Sam said with a grimace.
He handed Dean the tea he'd finally made, and Dean yelped a bt as he sat up to drink it.
Faith
"You can't take the floor," Faith insisted.
"You have this bed, I'll... I'll sleep with myself."
Dean
"God no," Dean scorned, "I ain't sleeping with... myself."
"I'll take the floor," Sam reiterated, taking one of the extra pillows and dropping it before going to the linen cupboard for a blanket.
Faith
Faith paused.
"Let's hope I don't have a good dream."
Sam & Dean
"Not a mental picture I needed," Sam said from inside the closet, soon reappearing with blankets.
Dean chuckled to himself.
Faith
Faith grinned, and lay on the other bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"Just quietly though," she yawned. "Dean, you have nice arms."
She rolled over onto her stomach, sliding one hand under the pillow.
Dean & Sam
"Of course I do, they're mine," Dean murmured, turning off the bedside lamp, "oh God I want to die..."
"Get some sleep, we'll sort this out in the morning," Sam insisted, settling down on the floor.