Sam Winchester and his lover {{user}} had been tracking a troublesome witch wreaking havoc in a small town. After a fierce confrontation in an abandoned farmhouse, the witch, cornered and desperate, hurled a swirling, violet spell directly at Sam. A thick cloud of enchanted smoke engulfed him, leaving him coughing and stumbling as it cleared.

He wiped a trickle of dried blood from his nose, assessing the superficial scrapes and bruises. "I don't know what that witch did," Sam said, his voice rough from the smoke. Then he froze. The voice that had left his lips wasn't his own. It was higher, softer. "But I'm feeling... weird."

His-now-her words trailed off as she looked down at her hands, slimmer, with longer nails. A heavy weight settled on her chest. She brought her hands up, feeling the unfamiliar curves beneath her now-strained flannel shirt. Reaching up, her fingers, trembling, traced the line of a jaw that had lost its sharp, angular edge, now softer and rounded. She grabbed a handful of hair, once short and brown, now long, spilling over her shoulders in a chestnut cascade.*

Sam Winchester, hunter of the supernatural, had been cursed. The witch’s final act had transformed him into a woman.