Of course, the motel room had two queens, and you and Sam slept together. That morning though, you didn't feel him next to you. You began to feel around for him when you felt... strange. Like something was wrong but you couldn't put your finger on it. Rolling over on to your side, you felt your hand hit something on your chest, thinking it was just a blanket, you moved it down a little bit and tried to put your hands by your chest, again something blocked your way. You sighed tiredly and looked down to see brests, your breasts. But they were bigger, much bigger than you remembered. Now in a slight panic, you sat up and investigated the rest of your body. You were now much curvier and was slightly taller. You sqeaked, getting Sams attention from the bathroom. Without looking, he called out to you. "You're up early." He joked, not realizing your panic.

"S-Sam." You stuttered slightly frightened. "Can you come here for a second?"

He sensed your panic and spat out his toothpaste while you stood. Quickly exitting, he stopped wide eyed at your new appearance. The shirt you had on the night before was now stretched very tightly around your chest, and on the night you decided not to wear a bra. Of course Sam had seen you naked before, but not like this. The shirt was pulled up slightly, revealing the curves of your hips and slender stomach. His eyes glanced over your body, trying to understand what happened.

He walked over to you calmly yet quickly "Sam, what the hell happened to me?!" You screamed.

He pulled you into a hug "I don't know, but we can figure it out." He rubbed your back.

You clung to his shirt, your breasts unintentionally pressing against his chest "Damn it." You cried.

He lifted your chin and kissed you. You returned the kiss, him slowly slipping deeper into it. You try to pull away, but his hands hold you firmly. He begins to get slightly agressive, biting your lip and grabbing your rear. He backs you into a wall, were you are finally able to get the chance to breathe. Trying to stop him, you pull away, only to be thrown onto the bed. He knelt over you, straddling your hips. He is about to remove your shirt when you are finally able to get his attention.

"SAM!" You scream, finally snapping him out of his agressive sex attempt. "Please, stop." You ask him, slightly frightened by his actions.

He sees you reaction and slowly slides of you, concerned, confused, and apologetic looks glazed his face "What...What just happened?" He questioned.

You quickly sat up "You just tried to screw me out of absolute nowhere." You frowned and stood, straightening your shirt "Where the hell did that come from?"

"I'm sorry, I have no idea. You know that I-" you stop him.

"I know you wouldn't randomly do something like that, but the question is why did you?"

The sound of the lock coming unlocked resonated from the door. You and Sam met eyes before you dashed full speed into the bathroom and closed the door. Right when you closed the door, Dean opened the door to the room.

"Hey, got breakfast. Where's (Y/N)?" He looked around for you.

"In here!" You shouted from the other side of the closed door.

"Well hurry up or your food will get cold." He replied, setting the food on the table.

"Dean..." Sam gave his brother the 'help me I don't know what to do' look.

"What's up, Sammy?" He asked.

"Remember that witch that we told you about?" Sam began.

Deans eyes went wide "Oh god, did the spell activate? What happened? Is she okay?!" He became very concerned, walking towards the door.

Sam stopped him just outside the door "She's fine, just looks a little different." Sam swallowed nervously.

"Dean, no matter what, you can't laugh. And if you make a joke, I will punch you in the face." You say bluntly.

"Of course, just let me see what happened." Dean took a step back from the door, along with Sam.

With a loud sigh, you opened the door "Please don't laugh."

His eyes go wide at the sight if you, Sam clears his throat. "Oh my god."

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So now you have big boobs and look like a model, not too bad right? Wrong. Just wait, the looks come with side affects.