FIC: When I Drunkenly Wish
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azraelz_angelTITLE: When I Drunkenly Wish…
SUMMARY: It’s a shame that Faith and the rest of the Scoobies never quite explained the whole wish thing to the Winchester boys, especially to a drunk, lonely, and slightly jealous Dean.
SPOILER WARNING:
Post Chosen of Buffy
Season One of Supernatural
RATING: FR15 at the moment, but it may get adjusted on a chapter by chapter basis.
"A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend." - I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Supernatural belong to Eric Kripke, The WB, The CW, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Reviews are happily welcome!
Cleveland, OH
Dean’s PoV
The first rays of sunlight broke through the blinds bringing Dean out of a night’s sleep much faster than he wanted. Dean clenched his jaw and waited for the hangover headache from hell to begin. Nothing. He waited another moment but the pain and bitter nausea never came. Huh. He was pretty sure he had drank himself stupid last night, and yet no headache. That had to be a first. A small smile danced across his face at his good luck as he opened his eyes. He didn’t immediately recognize the room, which considering the evening he’d had last night wasn’t all that odd. It just meant he’d drank entirely too much the night before after all.
As he moved to get out of the bed he was stilled by arm wrapped around his waist and a leg thrown over his. What the hell? He grunted in frustration – the sound a little odd to his ears – and scrubbed his hand over his face thinking over his next move.
He paused halfway down his face and pulled his hand back far enough for his eyes to focus. The hand in question was decidedly feminine and missing the ring on his ring finger. Blinding panic threatened to overtake him as he took a quick – very quick – inventory of the rest of his body. This body definitely belonged to a woman – a well-built woman.
“Faith, stop wiggling, we aren’t all equipped with Slayer stamina,” his brother’s voice grumbled into his ear. He felt the arm tighten around his stomach to bring him flush back again Sam’s morning wood.
“Oh hell no!” Dean yelled and wrestled free of Sam’s grasp. He shot to his feet and stared in horror at his naked brother. “Dude, tell me you just didn’t have that,” he paused to point at Sam’s half-hard erection, “pressed up against me!”
“Faith?” Sam – naked, half-hard Sam – questioned as he ran his hand over his face and rubbed at his eyes to wake up. His voice was laced with confusion and concern.
Dean made the mistake of looking down at the floor for anything he could put on this very naked body he was in. His view was promptly cut off by a perky set of female breasts. Had he just really thought the word perky? He crossed his arms over the chest to hide them but undid his arms just as quickly as he realized he was touching his brother’s…whatever she was he was touching her breasts.
He could feel a headache building behind his eyes that he was positive had nothing to do with alcohol. “Son of a bitch! Does this mean she’s in my body?” he wondered.
“So if you aren’t Faith then who are you?” Sam questioned, fixing Dean with an angry glare, as he rose from the bed.
Well shit, apparently he had mentioned that last little concern out loud. And Sam was still naked and glaring at him from an impossibly tall height. Damn Faith was short! “Shit Sammy, you didn’t get any notice that your girlfriend was going to suddenly switch bodies with your brother?” Dean yelled, letting anger take the place of confusion and a rather sizeable dose of fear.
“Dean? You are Dean?” Sam asked and laughed.
“In the uh…flesh,” Dean replied with a chuckle that was a little too forced and sounded borderline hysterical with Faith’s vocal pitch.
The cell phone on the bedside table started ringing, effectively putting their conversation on hold, and Sam reached over to grab it. He looked down at the caller ID and frowned.
“Let’s just hope that the person calling in can back up your story,” Sam calmly stated as he flipped open the phone. Dean was kinda hoping that Faith had ended up in his body because it’d be a bitch if there were more than two bodies involved in this little swapping thing.
Would it be crazy to admit that he was utterly relieved to hear his voice loud and clear through the cell?
**
Faith's PoV
**
The sunlight hit her directly in the eyes, lighting up the world despite her closed eyes. The headache snuck up out of nowhere and hit her hard. She groaned, low and rumbly, and the noise only amplified her headache.
“What the hell?” she muttered and brought her hand up to grab her head. “What’d you do to me Sammy?” she asked and rolled back to look behind her. The movement was all it took to set her stomach rolling. She was up out of the bed and moving toward the bathroom on autopilot.
She finished puking and clumsily reached up to flush the toilet. The nagging feeling of missing something important was setting her on edge, but she couldn’t quite figure it out.
She weakly crawled up onto the toilet seat to pee. She rested her elbows on her knees and propped her throbbing head up as she partially drifted off to sleep. A warm splash of something hit her chest and caused Faith to jerk upright. A small fountain of pee shot up from the erect penis she had currently had in-between two muscular male thighs.
“Oh hell,” she muttered as the fountain died down. She’d managed to pee all over…this body and the bathroom, that wasn’t hers, were coated. The nagging feeling of impending doom had disappeared with the discovery of her penis. Funny, huh? She stood up slowly due to the marching band banging around in her head and reached into the shower to turn it on.
She took a few steps to the side so she could look in the mirror. It’d be best to put a face with this deal. Dean Winchester’s bloodshot, hungover face appeared in the mirror before her. It frowned when she did and it even gave her a matching middle finger salute.
“What the hell did you do last night, boy?” she muttered and stuck her tongue out at his image.
So she’d shower first, showers helped hangovers when she was a teen so it should work now too. Then she’d call Sam and make sure that Dean was in her body and they’d go from there.
She slid into the shower, pushed her head through the stream of water, and let the water beat down on the back of her neck. She sighed in relief as the pressure in her head lessened. Faith reached for the soap and washed off the pee, sweat, and whatever else Dean had gotten into.
A hand slid across her stomach, headed south, and she shrieked – in an unmanly fashion – and spun around to face her shower intruder. Her center of gravity was off due to her newly acquired height and male structure, and she was forced to scramble to keep her footing in the slippery shower. When she finally righted herself she focused on a small brunette starting at her in confusion. Faith blinked – twice – and frowned, the girl looked an awfully lot like Faith.
“Dean?” the girl’s voice finally registered to Faith.
“Um…” she heard her voice crack and so she cleared her throat and tried again. “What are you doing in here?” Faith questioned as she mentally berated herself for not noticing someone joining her in the shower in the first place.
“You brought me here last night. Let me guess, you don’t remember,” the girl asked with an angry look in her eyes.
What had she done to deserve this, Faith wondered. And just what the hell would Dean say? Aw hell, it wasn’t like he’d get a second chance anyway. “It’s a little hard to keep all you girls straight,” she answered and leered at the girl.
The smack echoed throughout the bathroom as Faith’s head snapped to the right. The blow didn’t move her feet but it honestly stung. A little girly slap like that had never even made her bat an eye since she had become a Slayer, which was so not a good thing.
“You’re an asshole Dean!” the girl yelled as she ripped the shower curtain back and stormed out of the bathroom.
“I agree with you a hundred percent, hon,” Faith muttered and quickly finished the rest of her shower.
~*~
There was no trace of her look-alike when she got out of the shower. She’d need to talk to Dean about that once she was back in her own body. She threw on boxers, jeans, and a tee shirt and considered herself dressed. Dean’s cell phone was lying on the bedside table. She scrolled through the list of contacts until she found Sam’s name. She hit the send button and waited. She wasn’t entirely sure how she was going to explain this given she didn’t even know how it’d happened. Sam’s cell went straight to voicemail. She ended the call without leaving a message and returned to scrolling through the list for her name. It wasn’t in the Fs so she manually dialed it and hit send. As the number was dialing “Sammy’s Bitch” appeared in the view screen. Cute.
Sam’s voice answered her phone and Faith sighed in relief. Now all she needed to do was come up with an explanation.
~*~
A/N: I love guy friends that you can ask whether or not sitting on the toilet with morning wood would result in getting peed upon, and get an honest response!! Thanks S. And thanks Kayla for attempting to help, but sadly we both seem to be lacking in the penis category. *beams*
SUMMARY: It’s a shame that Faith and the rest of the Scoobies never quite explained the whole wish thing to the Winchester boys, especially to a drunk, lonely, and slightly jealous Dean.
SPOILER WARNING:
Post Chosen of Buffy
Season One of Supernatural
RATING: FR15 at the moment, but it may get adjusted on a chapter by chapter basis.
"A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend." - I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Supernatural belong to Eric Kripke, The WB, The CW, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Reviews are happily welcome!
Cleveland, OH
Dean’s PoV
The first rays of sunlight broke through the blinds bringing Dean out of a night’s sleep much faster than he wanted. Dean clenched his jaw and waited for the hangover headache from hell to begin. Nothing. He waited another moment but the pain and bitter nausea never came. Huh. He was pretty sure he had drank himself stupid last night, and yet no headache. That had to be a first. A small smile danced across his face at his good luck as he opened his eyes. He didn’t immediately recognize the room, which considering the evening he’d had last night wasn’t all that odd. It just meant he’d drank entirely too much the night before after all.
As he moved to get out of the bed he was stilled by arm wrapped around his waist and a leg thrown over his. What the hell? He grunted in frustration – the sound a little odd to his ears – and scrubbed his hand over his face thinking over his next move.
He paused halfway down his face and pulled his hand back far enough for his eyes to focus. The hand in question was decidedly feminine and missing the ring on his ring finger. Blinding panic threatened to overtake him as he took a quick – very quick – inventory of the rest of his body. This body definitely belonged to a woman – a well-built woman.
“Faith, stop wiggling, we aren’t all equipped with Slayer stamina,” his brother’s voice grumbled into his ear. He felt the arm tighten around his stomach to bring him flush back again Sam’s morning wood.
“Oh hell no!” Dean yelled and wrestled free of Sam’s grasp. He shot to his feet and stared in horror at his naked brother. “Dude, tell me you just didn’t have that,” he paused to point at Sam’s half-hard erection, “pressed up against me!”
“Faith?” Sam – naked, half-hard Sam – questioned as he ran his hand over his face and rubbed at his eyes to wake up. His voice was laced with confusion and concern.
Dean made the mistake of looking down at the floor for anything he could put on this very naked body he was in. His view was promptly cut off by a perky set of female breasts. Had he just really thought the word perky? He crossed his arms over the chest to hide them but undid his arms just as quickly as he realized he was touching his brother’s…whatever she was he was touching her breasts.
He could feel a headache building behind his eyes that he was positive had nothing to do with alcohol. “Son of a bitch! Does this mean she’s in my body?” he wondered.
“So if you aren’t Faith then who are you?” Sam questioned, fixing Dean with an angry glare, as he rose from the bed.
Well shit, apparently he had mentioned that last little concern out loud. And Sam was still naked and glaring at him from an impossibly tall height. Damn Faith was short! “Shit Sammy, you didn’t get any notice that your girlfriend was going to suddenly switch bodies with your brother?” Dean yelled, letting anger take the place of confusion and a rather sizeable dose of fear.
“Dean? You are Dean?” Sam asked and laughed.
“In the uh…flesh,” Dean replied with a chuckle that was a little too forced and sounded borderline hysterical with Faith’s vocal pitch.
The cell phone on the bedside table started ringing, effectively putting their conversation on hold, and Sam reached over to grab it. He looked down at the caller ID and frowned.
“Let’s just hope that the person calling in can back up your story,” Sam calmly stated as he flipped open the phone. Dean was kinda hoping that Faith had ended up in his body because it’d be a bitch if there were more than two bodies involved in this little swapping thing.
Would it be crazy to admit that he was utterly relieved to hear his voice loud and clear through the cell?
**
Faith's PoV
**
The sunlight hit her directly in the eyes, lighting up the world despite her closed eyes. The headache snuck up out of nowhere and hit her hard. She groaned, low and rumbly, and the noise only amplified her headache.
“What the hell?” she muttered and brought her hand up to grab her head. “What’d you do to me Sammy?” she asked and rolled back to look behind her. The movement was all it took to set her stomach rolling. She was up out of the bed and moving toward the bathroom on autopilot.
She finished puking and clumsily reached up to flush the toilet. The nagging feeling of missing something important was setting her on edge, but she couldn’t quite figure it out.
She weakly crawled up onto the toilet seat to pee. She rested her elbows on her knees and propped her throbbing head up as she partially drifted off to sleep. A warm splash of something hit her chest and caused Faith to jerk upright. A small fountain of pee shot up from the erect penis she had currently had in-between two muscular male thighs.
“Oh hell,” she muttered as the fountain died down. She’d managed to pee all over…this body and the bathroom, that wasn’t hers, were coated. The nagging feeling of impending doom had disappeared with the discovery of her penis. Funny, huh? She stood up slowly due to the marching band banging around in her head and reached into the shower to turn it on.
She took a few steps to the side so she could look in the mirror. It’d be best to put a face with this deal. Dean Winchester’s bloodshot, hungover face appeared in the mirror before her. It frowned when she did and it even gave her a matching middle finger salute.
“What the hell did you do last night, boy?” she muttered and stuck her tongue out at his image.
So she’d shower first, showers helped hangovers when she was a teen so it should work now too. Then she’d call Sam and make sure that Dean was in her body and they’d go from there.
She slid into the shower, pushed her head through the stream of water, and let the water beat down on the back of her neck. She sighed in relief as the pressure in her head lessened. Faith reached for the soap and washed off the pee, sweat, and whatever else Dean had gotten into.
A hand slid across her stomach, headed south, and she shrieked – in an unmanly fashion – and spun around to face her shower intruder. Her center of gravity was off due to her newly acquired height and male structure, and she was forced to scramble to keep her footing in the slippery shower. When she finally righted herself she focused on a small brunette starting at her in confusion. Faith blinked – twice – and frowned, the girl looked an awfully lot like Faith.
“Dean?” the girl’s voice finally registered to Faith.
“Um…” she heard her voice crack and so she cleared her throat and tried again. “What are you doing in here?” Faith questioned as she mentally berated herself for not noticing someone joining her in the shower in the first place.
“You brought me here last night. Let me guess, you don’t remember,” the girl asked with an angry look in her eyes.
What had she done to deserve this, Faith wondered. And just what the hell would Dean say? Aw hell, it wasn’t like he’d get a second chance anyway. “It’s a little hard to keep all you girls straight,” she answered and leered at the girl.
The smack echoed throughout the bathroom as Faith’s head snapped to the right. The blow didn’t move her feet but it honestly stung. A little girly slap like that had never even made her bat an eye since she had become a Slayer, which was so not a good thing.
“You’re an asshole Dean!” the girl yelled as she ripped the shower curtain back and stormed out of the bathroom.
“I agree with you a hundred percent, hon,” Faith muttered and quickly finished the rest of her shower.
~*~
There was no trace of her look-alike when she got out of the shower. She’d need to talk to Dean about that once she was back in her own body. She threw on boxers, jeans, and a tee shirt and considered herself dressed. Dean’s cell phone was lying on the bedside table. She scrolled through the list of contacts until she found Sam’s name. She hit the send button and waited. She wasn’t entirely sure how she was going to explain this given she didn’t even know how it’d happened. Sam’s cell went straight to voicemail. She ended the call without leaving a message and returned to scrolling through the list for her name. It wasn’t in the Fs so she manually dialed it and hit send. As the number was dialing “Sammy’s Bitch” appeared in the view screen. Cute.
Sam’s voice answered her phone and Faith sighed in relief. Now all she needed to do was come up with an explanation.
~*~
A/N: I love guy friends that you can ask whether or not sitting on the toilet with morning wood would result in getting peed upon, and get an honest response!! Thanks S. And thanks Kayla for attempting to help, but sadly we both seem to be lacking in the penis category. *beams*
