Kink: 21 - body swap
Word Count: I didn't.
"Holy fuck," Dean stated, staring down at his- Sam's- body, rolling out of bed.
"You can say that again," Sam said, his usual tone sounding odd spoken with Dean's voice.
Dean strode into the bathroom, nearly tripping over the longer legs he wasn't used to, and stared in the mirror. "Damn, I'm hot in a new and entirely different way," he said, whistling at himself.
"Oh my God," Sam said, with an eyeroll. "Aren't you in the slightest worried about this?"
Dean shrugged. "Yeah, but what the hell am I gonna do about it?"
"Try to figure out who did it?" Sam replied, voice starting to rise hysterically. "Fix it?"
"Why Sam! Someone would get the idea that you don't like being me! I'm hurt." He clutched his chest dramatically. Sam wrinkled his nose, finding the gesture ridiculous on his body.
"Dean..." he scolded.
"All right, all right," Dean agreed. "We'll go to the library in an hour and do some checking around to see what we can find out."
"An hour?" Sam frowned slightly. "Why an hour?"
"Because," Dean explained, as though it was obvious, "I've always wanted to know what it would be like to have sex with myself."
Sam wasn't sure whether to laugh or smack Dean, but a second later Dean was kissing him and he totally forgot to do either.