A/N: I'm afraid this is the end people, the final chapter… Reviews are still appreciated though ;) After all the exams are coming up soon so it would be nice to receive reviews after they are done. My sick dog would also appreciate it… After all who can resist a golden retriever?
Warning for all fangirls: Sam and Dean with badly torn clothes (yay!) up ahead… I'd place a towel over the keyboard to avoid embarrassment at the repair shop…
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
A few spells later…
Sam tried to protect his modesty as he attempted to cover himself up with his torn clothes. Dean was trying the same but with less embarrassment, possibly because of the look in Epona's eyes as she checked out his chest. She looked impressed despite the pink streak in Dean's hair.
"Um… Thank you?" Sam muttered as he struggled to keep his jeans in one piece. He'd given up with his shirt, after all if he was going to lose one piece of clothing it would definitely be his shirt over his pants.
Dean winked at Epona, "Thanks, I'll have to make it up to you some time" Sam groaned, only Dean would be thinking about sex at a time like this. That was when Dean caught sight of his hair in a nearby mirror.
"SAM WINCHESTER! HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT YOU DID TO MY HAIR!" He shouted, Sam started laughing.
"Maybe having some guys hitting on you will be a nice change of pace!" He chuckled. Dean glared at him.
"Someone is going to find himself with no hair again if he doesn't watch it!"
"Come on Dean! Hurry up!" Sam shouted at his brother as he stood in the doorway to Epona's house. His eyes widened as Epona appeared in the doorway and gave him a kiss. That explained where Dean had disappeared to last night.
Dean got into the car grinning wolfishly at his brother. The pink streak was being hidden by one of Bobby's baseball caps, much to Sam's dismay.
"You have only been back in your proper body for half a day and you still had to go and have sex?" Sam asked as he searched for his money.
"What can I say, It has been a crappy few days!" Dean replied.
"I thought you hated witches?" Sam asked as his searching became more feverish.
"She's not a witch, she's a wiccan. Looking for something?" Dean asked curiously.
"Yeah, where did you put my money?" Sam asked accusingly.
"Oh you mean the money you made on the bet?"
"Yes, THAT money,"
"Well, seeing as you love stray dogs so much I gave it to a rescue charity, they even named a kennel block after me!" Dean said cheekily.
Sam started swearing, "You JERK!"