“Hi, what’s your name?” Dean asked his reflection, knowing she couldn’t answer and wondering if this girl, whoever she was, would be waking up in his body somewhere.
Only one way to find out, Dean decided. He opened the bathroom door and stepped out, meaning to find a phone and call, well, himself, when he stopped dead. Everything seemed to grind to a halt, going in comical slow-motion as the guy he’d woken in the same bed as, sat up, pushed messy bangs out of his eyes and looked over at Dean with a lazy, still half-asleep smile.
“Mornin’, Jess,” he greeted, a wide yawn splitting his face in two.
“Hey Sam,” Dean said, voice coming out in a strained whisper.
Keep your hands off my girl by kellifer_fic
Sam/Dean (implied)-Sam/Jess
Mature
Canon compliant, pre-series, Stanford era
Bodyswapped!Dean, bodyswapped!Jess, curses&magic
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