Title: And Then Sleeping Beauty Woke Up

Genre: Supernatural

Co-Written By: Bunny1 ( .net/~Bunny1) and GreenLeoFiend

Disclaimer: We don't won Supernatural. This is just for fun.

Spoilers: Reference to: Mystery Spot

Rating/Warning: T -Suggestive Humor, Language

Co-Writer Note: Yup! It is a bit short, but we updated! We hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 4

Dean had to hold his jeans up with one hand, and his shoes were swallowing his feet, but, damn it, he was gonna turn back today and be in his own clothes; not a dress. Loki appeared, dressed in a ratty bathrobe and munching a Butterfinger, and Sam's nose and lip curled up slightly as if with barely contained rage.

"Ah, you called, how sweet, Sam... thought you'd realize I was trying to help you."

Sam merely snorted, huffing like a bull.

"And, who is this lovely creature?" Loki asked, walking towards Dean, one hand extended as if to touch his face.

But, Sam grabbed the wrist crushingly in his own hand. "Don't. Touch. Him."

"... him?"

"I'm Dean, douche bag. The Wood Sprites said you're the only one who can turn me back."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Fix him or I gank you." Sam ground out, sounding almost as though he were gargling glass, he was so angry. He kept thinking about all those Tuesdays...

"Yeah, see... you need to give me more information than that, and watch your tone with me, Winchester. I'm not the idiot who decided to play with matches in a forest inhabited by Sprites."

"We weren't; we were stopping a creature." Dean defended. "But, those bitches didn't see it that way..."

"Of course they didn't." Loki smirked condescendingly. "Now... what am I supposed to do for you?"

Sam looked away, feeling sick to his stomach at the prospect, and Dean felt a little green around the gills about it himself.

"Um... kiss me?"

"Kiss you?" Loki trilled. "You want me to kiss you? You must be joking."

"It's not that I want to kiss you... But it will break the spell."

"But those clothes, they make you look all frumpy."

Dean clenched his teeth.

"Oh I would hold that temper if I were you. And there is one more thing that is stopping me..."

"What is it?" Dean snapped.

Loki laughed. "Sam here told me that I couldn't touch you."

He looked up and allowed his eyes to meet Sam's.

"Nearly broke my hand in the telling. So what should it be. You know. You should have just allowed me to think you were a woman. I mean you are much sexier in your current form... I could, well... but that would mean I would have too..."

"Oh, hell no!" Dean yelled, tripping and falling out of his shoes as he backed away.

Sam sighed, helping him up. "Of course not..." he said, glaring threateningly at Loki. "One kiss, that's it."

"Tongue." Loki smirked.

"Nu-uh, no way, screw this..." Dean was babbling, starting to get frantic.

Suddenly, Sam's new "sister" fell to her knees, clutching her abdomen. "Oh, holy crap... Sammy, I think my appendix burst!"

Sam dropped down next to him, trying to help him balance, concern painted over his features.

"That's not your appendix, brainiac... the spell is taking full hold. You're becoming a 'real' woman, and you're about to experience something that women have been bitching about for centuries... unless you get over it, suck it up and... well... suck me up." Loki smirked at him.

To be Continued