Fic: Adventures In Lesbianism With Dean Winchester 1/1 Supernatural
Title: Adventures in Lesbianism with Dean Winchester Author: Lopaka Tanu Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of Supernatural. Characters: Dean, Sam Wordcount: 1675 Prompt: 14 Pornstars Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Dean/Sam, Dean/OFC, Dean/Himself(herself?) Rating: Adult Warnings: Language, Violence, Genderfuck! Summary: Dean never met a woman he didn't want to have sex with. Author's Note: I've seen one too many requests for Girl!Dean and Girl!Sam. ______________________________________
The light faded as the last of the Amazon Ghosts were vanquished. Standing over the burial mound, chest expanding and bosom heaving, Dean wiped the soot from her forehead. Nothing gave a girl quite a workout like putting a few ghosts back in their places. Wait. A girl? Checking her hands, Dean saw they were slightly smaller, less mass, but otherwise the same. Glancing down lower at something that had caught her attention, she looked down the front of her shirt.
Rising from the ground, head pounding in tune with his pulse, Sam rubbed at the spot where the ghost bitch had hit him with her shield. Seeing his brother's form on top of the mound, Sam started to thank him for burning the body, but froze. Something was off, the shirt was loose around the mid drift, but too tight in the chest. The pants were also tight in all the wrong places. "Dean?"
"Yeah, it's me." Dean felt a little foolish, her voice hadn't been that high since puberty. At least it still contained that smokey quality, she mused. "Wanna see something neat?" She turned around.
"Sure... Oh my god! Dean, man, what the hell?" Covering his eyes quickly, Sam blushed furiously from what he had witnessed. "Dean, you do not do that! Guys don't show each other their breasts, especially not brothers!"
"Oh, come on, Sammy, they're great! Watch, they bounce when I move!" To emphasis her point, Dean hopped a little. When Sam peaked through his fingers, Dean felt her smirk grow. She bounced once more and laughed as Sam slapped his hand over his eyes. "Nice rack, eh Sam?"
"I'm going away now, you, you keep your shirt on!" Putting up his hands so he couldn't see to either side of himself, Sam headed through the woods back to their car. If he could just reach the car, he could use the cigarette lighter to burn his eyes out.
Following along, Dean walked in time with the song she had blaring in her head, watching as her breasts bounced to the beat. Never in all her life had her own body held this much fascination for her.
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"Look at them, Sam, they're huge. I mean it, like two handfuls. You ever held a pair this size?" Holding her breasts up, Dean presented them as if prize winners at a fair, or like she was advertising them. "Go on, give them a little squeeze."
"You're sick, you know that, absolutely sick!" Spotting the Witch's Box magic store, Sam had never felt so glad in all his life to see a stupid joke. Dean had laughed his way through the entire store when they were there earlier. Sam couldn't help but think that this might be punishment for that. Pulling in to the parking lot, he studiously avoided looking at his brother or the way he was trying to make his breasts talk.
Raising the left one, Dean spoke in a high pitched voice. "We're here!" The other one rose. "Yea!"
"I swear to god, Dean, if you don't stop, I am going to club you!" Climbing out of the car, Sam slammed the door shut.
Dean blew the tips of her nipples where they poked through her shirt like they were barrels. "Fellas, let's bounce!" Climbing out of the car, she tugged at her white shirt until the tops of her breasts were showing. After tying off the shirt so that her breasts would stay that way, she leaned back against the car to watch the traffic.
The Witch's Box was in the middle of a downtown shopping center. It was early Friday night and there were lots of people walking about.
Adjusting her pants, Dean watched a couple of girls in their early twenties walk by. Wiggling her eyebrows, she smirked at them. "Either of you ladies know how to show a girl a good time?"
Both of them stopped. They could only stare at the grinning woman.
Raising her chin, Dean blew one a kiss. "My face is now open, seating for one."
The blonde's left eye started to twitch as she grabbed her friend by the hand and backed away slowly. "Sorry, we're not interested."
"Suit yourself." Flicking her tongue, Dean winked at the reluctant friend who started to blush. Inside the store, she heard something shatter. Sighing, Dean left the car to go inside. "What have you done now, Samantha?"
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"Twenty-four hours, we can handle this. I can handle this." Nursing his head, Sam laid back in the passenger seat with an icepack over his left eye. The woman had been gracious enough not to charge him for the stack of candles he broke when she yelled at him. Of course, having a near six foot tall Femme Dean to deal with probably put her over the top. "What exactly did you say to her in the back room anyways?"
"Who said we were talking?" Checking the traffic in the rear view mirror, Dean pulled the car in to another parking lot. Finding a spot, she winked at a young woman who was passing by in an SUV. Cute women were every where.
"You... are almost the biggest slut I know. Even as a woman you are getting more action than I am." Shaking his head, Sam climbed out of the car to follow Dean. When he saw they were at the mall, he frowned. "Why are we here? I thought we were going back to the motel to wait this out."
"Have to pick up a few things." Tugging on her shirt, Dean stretched it out until her breast were showing again. If she was going out, she needed to look good. Besides, nothing got an employee discount faster than a teenage boy with a hard on.
"What things?" Nothing they usually got came from a mall, so it had to be something special.
Smirking, Dean ran her fingers through her hair until it was messed up. Pressing her lips together, she bit down on them until they bruised. "We need a camera. I want to make a video."
"Forget what I said before, you are the biggest slut." Checking to make sure his gun was loaded, Sam stuck it down the back of his pants. Dean with breasts in a mall was worse than waving a steak in the lion cage at the zoo.
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Laying back on the bed, Sam nursed his head. After seeing his brother try on lingerie at some French boutique, he was ready to die. There was just no unimaginable horror that could top that... Hearing a moan come from the bathroom where Dean was getting dressed, Sam whimpered. So much for that thought. "Dean, please, whatever you are doing, please stop."
"Uh, just a minute. Almost there." Groaning, Dean bit her lip. Fingers working furiously between her legs, she road the toilet seat like it was a prized thorough bred. Shuddering, she forced her hand away. Checking her appearance in the mirror, she puckered up and tossed her hair. "You're a million bucks, baby."
"You're evil, Dean. I'm not sure how much, but if you burn from holy water, I'm calling dad!" Arm across his eyes, Sam heard, rather than saw when the bathroom door opened. Raising up his arm, he peeked at the shadowy figure blocking the light coming from the bathroom. "Dean?"
Holding up the remote from the camera, Dean hit the record button. "Show time, Sammy boy."
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Counting the fat wad of bills, Dean felt a warm shudder run through him. It was a very good day indeed. "Nice doing business with you." He ignored the way the man behind the counter was eyeing his ass with undisguised lust. Flirting with the codger had gotten him another fifty on top of the five grand. It was a tank of gas.
Walking out the front door, he caught the glare Sam was sending him. The black eye, bruise on his forehead, bite marks on his neck, and split lip gave him a hard edge he normally didn't have. Groaning as muscles in his gut clenched, Dean pulled open the car door. "He gave me five thousand."
"You're a whore. You've made me a whore. We're both whores, Dean, I hope you're happy." Arms crossed over his chest in anger, Sam unconsciously flexed his muscles. "I'm not going to forgive you on this, Dean."
Dean just watched him, eyes half lidded.
"You're going to be paying for this a long time." Seeing that his anger wasn't getting the desired response, Sam leaned over the console. "What, nothing to say, no smartass remark from the great Dean?"
Reaching out, Dean laid a hand on Sam's thigh. "How would you feel about making ten grand? We still got the camera."
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Flipping through the catalog for 'research' purposes, Bobby scanned each video's description for familiar names. He was searching for the known names of succubi and incubi. There was nothing better for a sex demon than being a part of the sex industry. Hitting page twelve, he saw something that caught his eye, a new listing. Whistling as his eyes landed on the breasts first, he turned the magazine ever so slightly to get a better look at them through the white sheer top.
"What's your name?" He cast a quick glance to the video's description. "Annie Oakley in Annie Get Your Cum." Bobby made a sound of appreciation, scanning her body from bottom to top. His hand starting to slide down to his pants, he froze when he reached her face. Frowning, he looked back to the video's description.
"New Girl, Annie, holsters a pair of large guns, claiming none can equal her in any shooting contest. It isn't until she crosses paths with a young man named Samuel Clemens, and his Winchester Repeater, that she finally meets her match. Is Samuel up to the challenge of taking on Double D Barreled Annie, or will she blow him...away?"
Catalog dropping, Bobby looked down at the tenting front of his pants in horror.