“See! I always knew you were a Samantha.” Dean said quiet enough for their father to not hear him in the back of the Impala. He poked Sam in the arm and laughed at his little brother's predicament. It wasn't usual for them to get involved in their father's work, but they were now. Far. Too. Involved. “You're just lucky you're not old enough to have to wear a bra.”
“Daaaaaaaaad,” Sam complained, hating the way his voice was softer now, more gentle. He punched his brother back, not even waiting for the reinforcements he'd called in. He hated being a girl. Girls had cooties. “Dean's teasing me again.”
Sam watched as their father looked at the two of them through the rear-view mirror. He rubbed his forehead and replied. “Dean, stop teasing your brother about being turned into a girl. After all, this was the same witch that turned you into a frog and Sam didn't tease you back then.”
Sam stuck his tongue out at his brother, happy his father was siding with him.
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Supernatural, girl!Sam/Dean, "See? I always knew you were a Samantha!"
Date: 2009-05-29 05:46 am (UTC)“Daaaaaaaaad,” Sam complained, hating the way his voice was softer now, more gentle. He punched his brother back, not even waiting for the reinforcements he'd called in. He hated being a girl. Girls had cooties. “Dean's teasing me again.”
Sam watched as their father looked at the two of them through the rear-view mirror. He rubbed his forehead and replied. “Dean, stop teasing your brother about being turned into a girl. After all, this was the same witch that turned you into a frog and Sam didn't tease you back then.”
Sam stuck his tongue out at his brother, happy his father was siding with him.