Sam: As much as I am enjoying this, we need to get you both back into your respective bodies. Before it gets out of hands.
Dean: Like it didn’t already!!!
You: Personally, I can deal with the fact that I can’t sit or stand the way I want. I mean, I’ll get back my body when my or his..whatever, periods will be done. You don’t know how much I feel better!!
You saw Dean touching the bottom of his stomach and frown.
You: This, honey is a cramp. Which means you’ll be soon on the bed trying every stupid and weird as shit positions to make it stop.
Dean: Will it work?
You: Mnaaah… sorry to break it out to you but mother nature wants you to suffer the hell out because you’re a woman. Good luck. I’ve been dealing with this for years. You it’ll be only this time. Don’t cry me a river.
Dean: You’re mean!! Why am I hurt?!
You: Emotions are… worse when I’m on my periods. I always get angry or hurt for nothing. Not to cut this hilarious scene but we still need to find that bitch and kill her before she switches other bodies.
Sam: Yeah but why she do this?
You: She’s a feminist. In the extreme. Let’s go.
You take the keys of the car and leave the motel room.
Dean: Oh no! You’re not driving my car!
You: But.. that’s my car. I’m in your body so that’s my car! Shut up and get in.
Sam looks at Dean.
Sam: Shotgun!
Dean: Sam!!! Damn it. I seriously hate witches.
The three of you kept digging, trying to know who the witch is.