#supernatural ficcion

Requested by anon: Sam and Dean return back to the bunker after a hunt, were they had to kill a witch, and the reader is waiting for them- they’ve been gone for a few days and they’re anxious. When she see’s Sam she immediately kisses him (they’re dating), however what she doesn’t know is that the witch cursed the boys and they’ve switched bodies. So, she’s kissing Dean not Sam.

Warnings: It’s shitty.

Word count: 768

A/N: I haven’t watched Supernatural in at least two years, so I’M SORRY. I literally felt as if I was learning how to ride a bike or something like that cuz this is no longer me. :( So I hope it doesn’t suck that much. I’m sorry for ripping that request apart. I really tried my best.

Enjoy, I guess.

The loud roar from the Impala followed by a short silence announced the return of the Winchesters to the bunker. They had been out on a witch hunt that had apparently succeeded and know it was their time to rest – that is only IF they decided to rest.

(Y/N) had anxiously waited for them to come back. Specifically, she had been waiting for Sam.

She headed outside, not being able to wait for them to come inside, and ran straight towards Sam. He had been taking their bags out of the trunk when he got tackled by his girlfriend.

Without hesitation, (Y/N) puckered up and kissed him as if it had been years since she’d seen him – a habit she had acquired a long time ago. Sam, however, did not respond as she expected.

His lips remained still and his eyes widened. He held her tightly and pushed her away.

Dean followed quickly, holding (Y/N) softly from behind while Sam got up.

“I’m sorry,” he said. His puppy eyed mode was suddenly on.

“What?” (Y/N) panicked. “What is going on?”

Dean swallowed loudly and looked at (Y/N) for a second before looking directly to his brother. Sam hesitated, not knowing how to say what he meant to say.

“Oh my God, I knew it!” (Y/N) spoke. Her eyes were wide and full of shock.

“You do?” Sam asked, feeling a sudden relief. “Thank God, I thought this would be harder but if you know…”

“Yeah, it’s better that way,” Dean nodded and let go off (Y/N)’s arms.

“I should’ve known before, you don’t act like yourself and…” (Y/N) continued.

“Yes! I know!” Sam cheered, “See? I knew you would get it.”

Of course she got it. Sam hadn’t been the same ever since Castiel left. She didn’t think it would affect him as much as it would affect Dean, but truth was Sam did feel terribly after he left.

She had tried to be a good companion, she had tried to help Sam feel supported, she had really tried her best. Maybe it wasn’t enough.

The Winchesters always acted like that. If one friend left them, then they didn’t want any friend at all… Maybe Sam was feeling like she would leave too, just like Castiel, in spite of loving him.

She loved him. She really loved him and Sam was probably thinking she didn’t and so he was breaking up with her.

“Fine,” she said. Her head was now clear. “I… I tried my best, but I respect your choice.”

Sam suddenly looked even more confused.

“I will go and pack my stuff,” she said. “You are a good man, Sam,” she patted her shoulder and went back inside. Neither of the Winchesters followed her, they were gobsmacked and unable to even walk.

She went inside her shared room with Sam, refusing to shed a single tear in front of them, and took out her backpack from the closet.

How could she pack so many memories in just one backpack? She had built her home next to Sam and now…

Sam and Dean stormed inside the room.

“It’s not what you think it is!” Dean yelled, calling (Y/N)’s attention.

“What?” (Y/N) shrugged.

“You think that I… That Sam is breaking up with you, right?” Dean stuttered.

“Well, obviously, because…”

“He’s not.” Dean interrupted and cleared his throat. “I’m not.”

“What?”

“(Y/N),” Sam spoke, “I’m not Sam.”

“What do you mean?” (Y/N) stepped back.

“I am,” Dean stated.

(Y/N) stared at them in shock and then burst in laughter.

“The witch we killed cursed us as she died…” Dean continued to explain, “so now I’m Sam and he’s Dean, but me Sam is he Dean and he Dean is me Sam…”

“So… I kissed Dean?” (Y/N) inquired.

“Yes.”

“Dean in Sam’s body?”

“Yes.”

“That’s just…” (Y/N) shrugged in disgust. “So we’re not breaking up?”

“No, I would never,” Dean (Sam) shook his head and gave her his best Dean dreamy eyes.

“Oh, thank God!” She threw herself once more into his arms… Except those were Dean’s arms, and sighed.

Sam, in Dean’s body, kissed her passionately while Dean, in Sam’s body, just stared in awe. He always wondered how he’d look like with (Y/N). Not that liked her, it was just for funsies.

(Y/N) pulled away.

“This is too weird…” She said, “We must fix this.”

Both brothers agreed.

One call and thirty minutes later, the Winchesters were all set. It was not a hard curse to cast, therefore not a hard curse to remove.

“So (Y/N),” Dean inquired during dinner, “who’s a better kisser: me or Sam?”

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