AUTHOR'S NOTE:

YES. A NEW STORY. I love this one, and I have SO much ideas for it! Enjoy!

Note: The supernaturla/demon-y part of this kinda sucks. I'm not the best at writing that, haha.

Her black hair splayed around her porcelain face; covered in blood as she laid on the concrete floor of the building. The imprints of a chain circled her neck and the narrow cut had slowly stopped spilling blood. Eyelids closed and her mouth open slightly ajar; without the blood, she would have looked like an angel to Dean. But she was all too familiar...

Where had he seen her before?

Studying her face closely, he knelt down and brushed a finger over the soft skin below her eye, the one without the contents of her body splattered over. Her dark eyelashes rested on her cheek and tickled the skin of his finger, his lips pursed in thought. He knew he had seen her before... Suddenly, it hit him.

The facial features were all the same... it was just the hair. Instead of light, brown curls; they were straight, black locks. Dean carefully peeled open one of her eyes with a finger and realization flooded his face. Hazel irises... the exact same on the last girl from a few days ago.

They were both killed the same. A noose to choke them and a cut to spill their guts... the last, instead, had been on her stomach. Slowly, his eyes traveled to the pocket of her black jeans and he bit his lip. He saw the outline of a phone and Dean reached out for it, taking it out. One new message. Curiously, he pressed a button and read it.

October. The last girl had been named Grace; Grace Andrews... He scrolled through her contacts, to the letter 'G'. Surely, if they were twins; which was the only logical reason... they'd have each other on their phones, right?

"Sammy!" Dean called to his brother, gesturing him over as he looked up from the phone. He put on the side as the younger Winchester walked over, the book still in his hands.

"Have any-?" Sam's eyes snapped to the body and he caught the resemblance as well, shock in his eyes. "She looks-"

"A lot like that Grace girl, right?" Dean finished and tossed him the phone. "They look like twins; just with different hair and style. But there's no Grace in her contacts."

Sam pursed his lips and shrugged. "Maybe they hated each other?"

"Could be... but I don't know," Dean said. "Got anything?"

Sam knelt down as well and just studied the body. "Well, if they are twins; I'm thinking a vengeful spirit who knew them and wanted them to suffer.."

Dean nodded. "Makes sense. Well, let's get back to the motel. I want some pie."

The diner was quiet as the two brothers sat in the back, Dean stuffing his face with apple pie and beer and Sam having a coffee with small cup of fries. Sam had his laptop out and was researching a few things as Dean ate and blabbered on randomly.

They kept silent for a few moments until Dean caught eye of a curvy body and his eyes flickered to study her; his typical womanizer behavior. A smirk tickled his lips and he nudged Sam's arm with his elbow, winking in the girl's direction. He ignored the roll of his little brother's eyes as Dean studied the girl, waiting patiently for her to turn around. And when she did, his mouth hung open in shock.

Brunette locks with a slight wave; sparkling hazel eyes, tanned skin.

The same facial features of the two dead girls.

"Sam!" He whispered as the girl walked past them to the next booth, her dimples showing as she talked on her cell phone. Sam jerked his head towards her and his eyes widened; the two brothers had the same expression.

Shock. Worry. Doubt.

"Triplets?" Sam pondered aloud as he glanced at Dean.

Dean stood up and pulled out his fake badge. "Let's go check it out."

The two walked over to her table as she hung up her phone, eyes averted to the menu before her. She was startled as Dean cleared his throat and gave her a quick smile. "May I help you?" she asked in a raspy voice; one that sent a subtle chill down his spine.

"Uh, yes," Dean said quickly. "Do you, by any chance... happen to know two girls named October and Grace?"

The brunette shook her head with confusion clear in her eyes. "No, I'm sorry... what is this about?"

It was Sam who answered this question, first exchanging a glance with Dean. "Can we sit down first?" he asked and sat down once she nodded; continuing. "Over the last few nights, two girls have been found dead. It seems the murderer has a type... brown hair, hazel eyes, tanned skin; all from around here. You three are identical in many ways and we wanted to see if there was any connection; to get a lead."

Her expression was taken aback as she looked at them; fear in the depth of her eyes. Slowly, she nodded and took a breath. "Could they come after me..?"

Dean nodded as he looked at her. "Possibly," he said calmly and gave her one of the fake business cards they had made. "Call us if you see anything out of the ordinary, okay? What's your name?"

"Brooke Davis," she murmured as she studied the business card and gave a smile towards them, thankful. "Thank you."

The two flashed their own smiles and left with a goodbye, back to their booths.

"So, what do you think it is? Shapeshifter?" Dean asked curiously with a raised eyebrow.

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe."

Dean bit his lip in though, taking a look back to Brooke. She was ordering from the waiter; and he could see the fear lingering in her eyes. He didn't know if she was an actual human, in danger, or a demon. They could trick you like that, with a snap of your fingers - but for some reason, it seemed real to him.

"We'll have to keep an eye on her, Sammy."