Disclaimer- Don't own...
Warnings- Rape, violence, language...Wincest...
Yeah so I was watching SN one day.. And well I thought I would rewrite the episode.. Now the rape has been done I know, and that is where I got the idea from. So whoever did it I want to thank you for the idea... Sorry I don't know your penname, I wrote this a while ago... So yes.. It is the whole episode rewritten to include some Wincest... The rape isn't that big or detailed peoples. Enjoy!
"Skin"
A man held a knife up to a blonde woman tied to a chair. Her cuts bleeding as she cried, gag covering up most of the noise. The knife hovered across her throat, before it reached, the sound of the front door being kicked in, alerted both the man and woman, the latter screamed helplessly.
"Keep screaming." The man ran out the door and into another room, behind him were glass French doors.
In the other part of the house three officers of the SWAT team entered a room, finding the gagged woman. Quickly untying the gag, one asked, "where is he?"
Weeping she pointed towards the door to her right. Two of the men took the time to walk to the door. On the count of two they swung it open, pointing their guns at the figure in front of the glass. The moonlight shone through, partly revealing a man. Blood smeared his brown leather jacket, plaid shirt, and baggy denim pants. In his hand was the knife, glittering in the moonlight menacingly. Raising a hand, he moved, faster then the two men could react, throwing the knife, hitting one man in the throat. The man fell dead, the other raised his gun, shooting as the man jumped out the two story balcony and onto the ground. Standing up he grinned and ran away, leaving the area.
A week before….
"We have to go back to Stanford for a friend." Sam barked. A check of his email had shown him the message his good friend Rebecca sent him.
Dean took the gas pump out of the back of his 'baby' and shot Sam a look. "You still talk to them." He asked, surprised among other things, though no emotion showed on his face.
"Yeah, unlike you, I have a life." Sam shot back a grin painted on his face. He spoke rather cockily, if he had to say so himself. Leaning back, he replaced his phone in a random pocket on his worn out brown jacket. 'Great I feel a headache coming on.' Unfortunately his words held a lot of truth later on.
"So I may not have friends, but with the job we have friends are the last thing we need." Dean replied, hitting the roof of the car. He slipped into the car while Sam pouted. "What does the message say, Sammy?" He earned a punch in the arm, before Sam replied.
"It's Sam you jerk. Rebecca has a brother named Zack." Dean nodded his head in understanding. Around them cars flew in and out of the tiny gas station. "Well he is under arrest, for murder." Sam deadpanned.
"Murder for what?" Dean asked, annoyed at his younger brother for even bringing up something so stupid.
Sam scanned the email and said. "His girlfriend, but Rebecca swears he was with her."
Dean nodded, started the engine, and pulled onto the highway. His destination; Stanford. On the road Sam fell asleep, head half-off the backing of the front seat. Dean took the opportunity to look over his brother. The radio played softly in the background. Dean's murky green hues started at the semi-long strands of dark brown, the ones that covered Sam's facial features and the chocolate brown hues, he continued to travel lower onto his torso and the defined muscles underneath the brown jacket and pale button down shirt. He whispered, "beautiful." Continuing his search, Dean moved down to Sam's legs and cro tch. A truck horn steered his murky green hues toward the road. On the wrong side of the road was a huge white truck, the driver passed out with his head on the wheel. "Shit!" Dean cursed, his hands white on the steering wheel. The Impala swerved as Dean tugged hard on the wheel, landing it right next to the shoulder on the grass. The truck swerved by, hitting a tree further along the road, flipping over to land on its side. Dean watched in amusement and horror. Needless to say amusement won. "Remind me never to drink and drive ever again." The comment was made for him, but Sam had stirred awake somewhere during the crash.
"Why are we reminding you to not drink and drive?" Sam asked, murky brown hues coming into view slowly. The car hummed in the silence waiting to drive again. The tape ended leaving the sounds of Zeppelin to die. Dean pointed over to the wreck, still shell shocked, but calm on the outside. Sam's head turned towards the hand, gasping loudly at the sight before him, the wheels turning in his head. "What the hell happened?" Sam looked back and forth, Dean to the truck.
"Stop Sam." Dean shouted, making the other jump slightly and stop. Feeling the need to justify his actions of the particular situation Dean thought over what to say. He omitted the part about checking his younger brother out, for the obvious reasons. "I was driving, saw something and looked at it, the next thing I knew a truck was heading towards me." Sam nodded. 'Like a bobble head.' Dean snorted at the thought, causing the other to stare, eyebrows raised.
"What's so funny?" Sam asked, voice full of suspicion. He stared at his brother waiting for an answer. Dean shrugged lightly, bending over the wheel, driving away. During the car ride both parties remained silent, only speaking when absolutely necessary. When they reached their destination it was well past midnight. Pulling into a parking spot, rather dangerously. Dean stepped out of the driver's side and walked to a payphone. Dialing the local police department of the area they had passed through earlier and told them of the accident, assuming someone else hadn't called in already.
Sam walked through the inn's front office. An older woman sat behind a large desk, fashion magazine in hand. 'I think she needs to take a lot of advice from that book.' Sam thought. The woman was wearing a pink flowered dress that was as much as Sam could see, for that he was grateful. He cleared his throat and waited. The woman huffed, shuffled her magazine on the desk and looked up. Her mood brightening as her blue hues moved up and down Sam's lean body.
"'ello." She said, her accent unknown to even Sam.
"Yeah, hi. Do you have any available rooms?" Dean came up behind the brunette, lightly breathing on his shoulder.
"'eah, Would you like 'ne or two?"
"One please." An eyebrow raised into the air.
"Two beds or one?" The woman obviously thought they were a couple.
"Two please." Sam outstretched his hand, a key plopped in place.
"'oom 213." The woman went back to her magazine. No goodbyes were exchanged as the duo left, heading for the car.
"You find the room." Dean commanded, walking away from the car. He wanted coffee and that was what he was going to get. That and a distraction from the boner seeing his brother would undoubtedly give him. 'This is wrong on so many levels.'Dean had never been a man of God, the thought would make even dedicated missionaries laugh, but this was something very morally wrong. Granted his morals were different from most.
The air was cold, wrapping the worn out leather around him, Dean was glad that he had the sense to bring his jacket. He walked with a different mission in mind, a bar with women. Forget the coffee. Particularly brunettes with short hair, honey hues, not to much make-up, and a great build. Who was he kidding, the woman would just be a substitute for Sam.
"I just need a woman, then all this nonsense with wanting Sam will be over with." Another lie on Dean's tongue. A few more yards of walking and he saw his prize a bar, full of sleazy men and women. Walking inside he smelt the familiar cheap perfume, and cologne. He made a beeline for the bar and a woman.
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Meanwhile Sam sat on one of the twin beds deep in thought. The memories of Jess, John and Dean rolled into his head like a movie, though they mainly focused on his brother and his old feelings towards him. Ones that were less then brotherly.
Disgusted, Sam rolled over, flipping on the TV. He had always been attracted to his brother, mainly looking up to him when he was younger, but the feelings had faded and replaced when he met Jess, the love of his life. He stayed up well past midnight watching TV, keeping his thoughts away from love, life, and morals, before falling into a somewhat peaceful sleep, in Sam's definition anyways.
Dean never came back that night or morning. In fact he stumble in at noon, reeking of cheap perfume.
Fuming Sam jumped up from one of the chairs in the room. "Where the hell have you been?"
Dean glared back his murky green hues stormy. "I'm a big boy Sammy I don't need you telling me what to do!" The fact that his brother was worried about him made angry, but in some way happy. His face like always was passive, what he didn't know was that Sam always saw through that.
"Your upset about something. Did someone reject you last night?" Sam voice was defeated, just the way he felt. For years he had loved his brother in the way he still did today, for years he watched his brother hit on countless woman, fuck them and leave. It tore him apart even now.
Dean changed the subject. "How about we go to your friends house after I get cleaned up?" Sam nodded, prompting the other to walk into the shower. Once inside the safety of a bathroom, he let his defenses fall. Last night in the bar nothing happened, sure woman hinted things to him, and he responded back, but whenever they were ready for some nighttime activities, Dean left them high and dry. The thought of being inside a woman revolted him at that moment and it wasn't the just the beer talking. In the end he chose to pass out in his car, where he stayed until he collected himself. Once again the barriers were stripped at his brothers face. "Sam, if you only knew what you do to me." The words were so low they barely reached Dean's ears. Sighing, he stripped and entered the shower.
Sam sat down, trying to calm the rage he felt. The sound of running water allowed himself time to speak aloud. "I'm going crazy once again." He laughed to himself, the thought of being crazy, sounded well quite crazy. Turning back to the computer he checked his email. Nothing, not a single message. "Now what am I supposed to do?"
"Hand me some clothes." Dean asked, head through the bathroom door.
Sam jumped at the voice, just now realizing the water had stopped. Shaking his head he dug through a black duffle bag, which smelled of sweat, cheap motel soap, and Dean. Inhaling the scent, Sam pulled out a suitable outfit, meaning whatever smelt half decent. "You need to wash your clothes."
Dean caught the clothing Sam threw, closing the door with a thud. "Why don't you college boy." Sure his clothes smelt a little, but he had at least a week, before he needed to wash them. Thirty minutes later Dean announced himself acceptable, walking out of the steamy bathroom freshly showered, shaven, and clothed. "Lets…" Sam was asleep on the unmade bed, TV blaring some local show. Dean grinned, a gleam in his eyes. Tiptoeing he walked over to the bed's side, the even breathing from his brother continued. He lifted a hand, brushing away a strand of hair, before poking the man in the side, hard. Nothing. "Man. I know he's a heavy sleeper and all, especially now, but we need to go." He poked harder, in the arm this time. A shift, then nothing. "Sam!" Dean screamed in sleeping companions ear, desperate to wake the other up.
Sam awoke with a jolt. Rubbing his eyes in a sleepy gesture. "W-what? Where am I?"
Dean couldn't help, but laugh out loud. "You, Sammy are in the hotel room. We were going to see your friend Rebecca remember?"
Sam's anger at the man was lost with sleep. He nodded, heaving himself off the bedside and out the door. Dean followed closely behind him. At the car Sam took the wheel, but not after a few minutes of protesting from Dean's side. The ride was quiet for the most part. The duo arrived at the house in less than fifteen minutes, with time to spare from their designated time, at one. The house was like all the other's on the block, a neutral color with a front lawn and white picket fence. Sam was in heaven, Dean hated it.
"Wow, it's the whole white picket fence look. This is the kind of girl for you Sammy ." Dean commented, disgusted on the white picket idea. His heart broke a little at the thought of his brother being with anyone, but him. He growled at thought, though not loud enough for his brother, who was at the door to hear. He finished his walk just as a girl opened the door. She was breathtaking to say the least, with long blonde hair, a skinny curvy frame and soft features.
"So this is Rebecca." He muttered out loud.
"Sam!" She enveloped the man in a hug. "I didn't think you would come."
Sam smiled, his dimples showing. "Yeah, well we were in the area and I thought I would come."
"Aren't you going to introduce me to this young beautiful woman, Sammy?" Dean smiled, as the attention shifted from Rebecca to him. 'Nice save back there Sam.' He mentally praised his brother, knowing full well that he would rather die, then say those words out loud.
"Sammy? Oh you must be Dean." Rebecca said. Dean forced a smile and nodded his head yes. 'The pretty ones are always stupid. Most of the time.' Dean thought ruefully. An awkward silence overcame the group, before Sam spoke up.
"I heard about Zack ,can you tell me what happened?" Rebecca looked suspiciously at the two. Sam noticed. "Its just that Dean here is a cop."
That was the last thing he expected. "Y-yes, I am." He ended, voice and posture showing confidence.
"What department?" She invited them into the house, and towards the living room. The place was void of people.
"A small town in Texas." Dean lied through his teeth. Looking at Sam told him that this was killing the other.
"Do you want a beer?" She offered, leaning against a couch pillow.
Dean opened his mouth to speak, but was rudely cut off by his brother. "No thanks, maybe later." 'Asshole' Dean thought, he really wanted that beer. "Do you think we could go see the place Zack's girlfriend died at?" Sam asked, on the roll again.
"My attorney said not to…" Rebecca started out cautiously, the attorneys words ringing through her head.
"Dean is a cop…" Sam trailed off, leaving the woman to pick up the line.
"I have a tape, do you want to look at that?" Rebecca asked, running into the living room, grabbing the VCR remote. Sam nodded, following. On the screen came the image of a man (Zack) walking into the girl's house, but as he looked into the camera his hues flashed. Sam tensed. "I know this looks bad, but Zack was here the whole night, I saw him." A comforting hand landed on her shoulder. "We are looking into seeing if the tape was edited." Dean felt sorry, knowing that wasn't the case.
Sam knew that the two needed to see the crime scene, putting on his best puppy dog eyes he upped the charm. "Do you think we could go to the crime scene?"
Rebecca took one look and laughed, knowing full well she wouldn't be able to resist. "Okay." Jackpot.
The ride was silent and when they arrived at the crime scene the three walked up the small walkway. The dog next door started to bark. "It's a shame." Sam and Dean looked at Rebecca.
"What is?"
"That dog, before the attack he used to be so nice." The brothers shared a look. It wasn't uncommon for animals to sense spirits and other things, it was just another clue to the puzzle. Ignoring the yellow tape they entered the house. While they searched, Rebecca rambled on about how the case was going, neither man paid much attention. The search turned up nothing unusual. Rebecca left. Walking outside the two brothers walked out back. Sam was the first to spot something.
"Look at this Dean." He pointed to a pole, blood was smeared across it, next to it was a sewer lid. Bending down Dean took a closer inspection.
"That is definitely a way to move around. We should check it out later. And I think I know what it is, a skin. " Sam nodded. Going during the daytime would just be a waste. Satisfied the boys went back to their hotel room, to look up the sewer systems.
When they arrived at the hotel room they received a phone call. Dean looked at Sam, who picked up.
"Sam."
"You lied! Dean is not a cop." It was an angry Rebecca.
"I…"
"Don't even start! Do you know that by letting you guys in the house I could have put Zack in jail? Don't talk to me ever again." She hung up.
Sam turned to the waiting Dean. "She found out that we lied about your job."
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A man sat on a bench, his hues watching an older Chinese business man, who was opening the door for his lovely wife. Both were unaware of the man.
"I'll be home later, honey." The man bent forward, placing a kiss on his wife's cheek.
"Okay." She climbed back into the car, watching her husband walk through the glass doors. Pulling the car away she drove off, giving the creature his chance. Walking in behind him, he stole a piece of hair, and left. It was all he needed.
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The Chinese business man from before walked into his home. "Honey I'm home." No answer. The house was dark so he turned on a light. A bloody print was smeared onto the wall, intersecting the two hallways. Grabbing the nearest weapon, which happened to be an umbrella, he walked slowly down the hallway, leading to the bedroom. The closer he came to the bedroom door, the more whimpering he heard. Outraged he was ready to take the last few steps, when a man burst out. He could run for his twin.
"What the hell?" The twin ran past him, out the door, and into the night. The whimpering turned into sobbing. Taking the last few steps to the bedroom, he walked in, almost throwing his stomach contents up. His wife was tied to a chair, restrained with ropes and a gag. Blood covered her body. Walking over he quickly removed the make-shift gag.
"Don't hurt me." His wife sobbed, her curly black hair covering her olive face as she bent forward. Backing out slowly, the Chinese man ran to the phone, calling the cops.
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"This is just gross." Dean commented, jumping into the sewage. Sam followed. The brother's had heard about another attack, and went to check it out. The scene wielded the same results; the sewers were by the apartment, bringing them to where they were now.
"Stop complaining." Sam started to walk forward, gun in one hand, flashlight in the other. Dean followed, quickly, not wanting to be left behind. The two walked in silence, walking through waterways, and dry areas.
"What's that?" Sam observed a pile of pale goo.
Dean looked at the pile he was about to put his hand in, pulling away quickly he replied. "I don't know." Behind them a noise alerted their hunter senses. Pulling out their rock salt loaded guns, they slowly waited. A older man, who resembled Jackie Chan walked into the area, looking straight at the two hunters. Without giving Dean a chance he lunged forward, slashing him across the chest, before taking off the way he came. "After Jackie Chan!" Dean and Sam chased him back out of the sewers.
"I'll go that way." Dean commanded, pointing to the left. He left chasing the figure. Sam took the other path. 'He looked just like Jackie Chan.' He mentally commented.
Ten minutes of running left Sam breathless, hungry, and Jackie Chan less. Returning to the car, he leaned it against it, waiting for his brother. Not even a minute later the other showed up. "Did you catch him?" Sam rummaged through the truck, slipping his gun back into the car trunk, and replacing it with a pistol.
"No. The bitch outran me. Do you have the car keys?" Dean extended his hand for them.
"Yes." Dean actually had them, which alerted the younger hunter. "Who is my girlfriend?"
"Why would you ask something like that. It's Jess." Dean walked forward. Sam whipped around, pulling the pistol on Dean.
"Where is my brother?" His hands shook.
"What are you talking about? I am your brother." Before Sam could move, the imposter Dean whipped out his own gun and smacked it against Sam's head, knocking him out.
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Sam awoke to a world of black. Groaning slightly he ignored the pounding on the side of his head. 'Damn he got me good.' The imposter Dean walked over hearing the noise and pulled off the sack covering the man's head.
"You're awake." He ran a hand down Sam's cheek, making the other shiver.
"Where's Dean?" Sam titled his head back, letting himself get a better look at the man before him.
"He's around, but it wont be for much longer. You know your girlfriend was very pretty." 'Dean' walked around so he stood right in front of the tied man. Taking his knee he wedged it in-between Sam's, leaning forward he continued to speak. "You know your brother hates you." Sam refused to speak, moving as far back into the pole as he could. The thing may look like Dean, but he knew it wasn't him. "The way your father was always proud of your smarts, even though he never showed it."
"That's not true. Dad loved him more, and still does."
"Now you're the one that's speaking lies." His breath ghosted over Sam's face. "You know he is right about one thing you are beautiful."
"How would you know that?" The conversation was taking a turn for the worse.
"Your brother's memories, feelings, and more are being uploaded into my memory with every passing second. I know his whole life. Every lie he said, every sin he's committed , or wanted to." The demons face leaned closer. "Do you know the one thing your brother never had the guts to do?"
"No." The man's face was a little to close for comfort. He wouldn't have minded, if it was the real Dean. "To make you his own. I plan to do that." The imposter closed the gap between the two, roughly kissing the brunette. Sam kept his mouth shut, the creep wasn't going to take advantage of him. Frustrated at the man's will the imposter pulled back. "This will hurt." Untying the bonds on Sam's hands, he pushed him forward, replacing them, before going for the rope against his neck. Freeing Sam of those bonds, he moved to the last set of chains, untying the other's feet, the imposter tied them back up. "I am going to take these off, if you move, I will make sure you and your brother will die, painfully."
Sam nodded. He wouldn't try anything, knowing full well, that the person before him would carry the task out with glee.
"Good." Sam was freed of the bonds once more. "Strip." 'Dean' slapped Sam, who stumbled forward. Reaching up Sam unclasped his shirt buttons, quickly discarding it. Moving down to his pants he undid, and pulled them off, adding them to the pile of clothing. His boxers were the last things covering him from the man. "Take them off now." 'Dean' readied his hand for another slap. Sam nodded, quickly pulling them off, almost tripping in the process. The imposter ran his hands over Sam's body, landing on his throbbing erection. "This turns you on." Sam could almost hear the smirk the other man was wearing. Choosing not to respond he stood still. Quickly the imposter shed his clothes, standing in the nude, he pushed the other to the ground. "On your knees now." Sam responded, 'Dean's' husky voice not helping his situation, as pre-cum dripped off of his member. Hands gripped his throat, squeezing tightly, something that would undoubtedly leave marks. When Sam started to see spots the hands let up.
"Can't have my prey dying." Something about that sent shivers up Sam's spine. He felt hands brace themselves against his waist. He took a deep breath, as much as he wanted his brother to do this to him, Sam was still a virgin in this aspect. A sharp pain made him scream in pain, as the imposters dick imbedded itself in his ass. The man above him moaned, whispering, "your so tight." Without letting Sam adjust to the new addition inside him, he thrust in and out. Sam screamed, crying slightly. He could feel blood dripping out of his torn walls. The imposter moaned and picked up the pace. With every scream Sam made, he turned on the imposter more. What seemed to the Sam as hours later, 'Dean' screamed his name, and came into Sam. Blood mixed with semen as the man pulled out of the other. Sam followed shortly afterwards, though it was much quieter.
"That was the best sex of my life, I thank you. Now I have to business to attend to as Dean. Goodbye." The imposter stepped over Sam's abused body and left, footsteps echoing long after he was out of sight.
Sam remained on the ground, crying. He couldn't move an inch, it hurt too much. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the images.
"Sam." Dean called out, hoarsely. He had heard the whole thing, waking up just before his imposter entered his baby brother. Tears leaked down his face, he would never take his brother by force, and the thought of someone else doing it, made him sick to his stomach. "Sam." He called again when he received no answer.
Sam lifted his head up, afraid that the imposter had come back for a second round. Finding no one he responded. "Where are you?"
Dean sighed, relieved. His brother was still talking to him, though they would need a talk when this was over. "I'm tied to a pole, there's a sack over my head." Dean silently composed himself, hoping his crying wouldn't be evident.
"Hang on a second." Sam crawled painfully over to his clothes. Standing up very slowly, and using the poles around him as support he managed to get dressed and over to his brother. Removing the sack he asked a question that no one else knew. "What happened with the lady in white?"
Dean couldn't say he was surprised by the question. He would have asked the same. "You drove my baby into a house."
Sam nodded satisfied. Untying the ropes, he noticed that Dean's hues were reddish. "Have you been crying? You heard didn't you." Sam looked down ashamed.
"Yes. What he said was true I think your beautiful, but I would never take you by force." Dean confessed, there was no point in hiding what was out in the open. He could have laughed at the look on Sam's face, if the situation was not serious.
"You really think I'm beautiful." It came out as a mere whisper.
"Yeah. We can talk about this later, right now we have a bastard to kill." Dean rubbed his wrists, when he was completely freed. "Here, lean on me." Dean wrapped a hand around Sam's waist, not really surprised by the wince it caused. "I'm not going to hurt you. Let's go."
"I know." Sam whispered. Together the two of them limped out of the sewers.
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Meanwhile…..
The imposter Dean had run to Rebecca's house. The woman let him in easily, even offering him beer. It was too easy. When she turned to get it, he grabbed her, and dragged her to a back room. Tying her up, he played with her a little. Cutting here and there, hitting her when she screamed too loud. When the cops came, he waited in the room next to his prey's purposely.
Taking out the knife, he stole from the back of the Winchester's trunk he threw it at one of the SWAT team members that walked in the room. Walking up to the window he waited for the moon to shine on his features, identifying him as Dean Winchester, before jumping down and running back to the sewers. Halfway back to his 'den' he shed his skin. Pulling off the peeling flesh piece by piece, letting the goo drop to the ground.
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By the time the Winchester's made it to the Impala, the cops were already looking for the cop killer Dean Winchester. Telling Dean to run, Sam braced himself against the car, knowing full well they couldn't do anything.
Dean ran through the thick brush, looking back only once. Returning to the motel, he turned the TV onto a news channel, his face was circulating through it. Sam returned a few minutes after Dean, limping.
"What the hell did your other self do?" Sam tried to add some humor into the conversation that was bound to happen.
Dean turned, the most serious face Sam ever saw on him, tears lined his eyes. "Besides rape you, he tried to kill Rebecca, killing a cop in the process." He moved to the edge of the bed, a chick flick moment was in order. "I know I don't say this very often, but we need to talk about what happened down there."
"Talk about what? I was raped." Sam was angry, not at Dean, but at himself. He could have avoided the whole thing. "I will talk later, but first I think we need to see Rebecca."
"Fine." Dean looked over his brother's appearance, the ruffled was not working. "But take a shower first, you deserve it." Sam agreed, limping to the bathroom. Once inside he took a quick shower and dressed. The longer he took the longer that psycho was at large. Coming out, Dean stood up.
"I'll go to Rebecca's, you go to the sewers." Dean nodded his head in agreement. He may not have liked the plan, but he couldn't risk being seen, especially by Rebecca, who thought he was a psycho killer and a liar.
The two left the motel and separated, Dean walking, Sam driving the car.
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Meanwhile…..
The imposter had turned into Sam and walked back to his prey's house. Ringing the doorbell, he plastered on a smile. "Hello Sam." Her face was bandaged, that would not do.
"I heard about what happened, I just wanted to come talk." He looked down, playing with his hands. Acting was something that came easy to the creature after years of practice.
"Okay, come in." She opened the door wide enough to let 'Sam' in. When he was safely inside, she closed the door, locking it shut. "Come sit down." She led him to the couch. "Would you like anything to drink?"
Sitting down on the couch, hands clasped together, he looked up. "Can I take you up on that offer of a beer?"
"Yeah." Padding softly into the kitchen, Rebecca went to get the beers, while she was gone. Sam looked around the place, noting the telephone. "Here." He took the offered beer, taking a sip. Holding it by the neck he started the conversation.
"I'm sorry about what happened. I never knew my brother was like that." He looked to the woman.
"It's not your fault. He seemed so nice."
"It's all the ones you least expect."
Just as the blonde was about to reply, the home phone rang, excusing herself she answered it. "Hello."
"Rebecca." Sam hissed urgently, Dean had just called him, his search of the den came up negative. The creature shed its skin again, it could be anybody, meaning Rebecca could be in danger. Sam didn't want to take any chances.
"Sam? That can't be possible, you're here ." The imposter Sam looked up from his spot on the couch. 'That stupid man has to interrupt at the worse times.' His hues flashed golden, standing up he walked over to Rebecca, who was nodding.
"Listen the thing that is with you is not me. Just ask him a question only the real me would know, one of your deepest secrets, if he can answer it, then ignore me." Sam mentally wished, the man hadn't uploaded his memories.
"Okay." Rebecca moved a hand to cover the telephone, turning to the Sam, who was standing in front of her. "Who was my first boyfriend?"
"I don't know." The imposter had a feral grin across.
Rebecca turned back to the telephone. "Help me…." The phone went to a dial tone. Looking at the Sam in front of her, he held the telephone cord in his hand. "What do you want?"
"Why I have to start what I finished." He moved forward, stretching the cord. Rebecca backed up slowly, hitting the wall. "This won't take long…" His sentence was interrupted by the front door slamming open. Sam walked ran in, and punched himself square in the jaw.
"Thanks for opening the door Rebecca." She nodded at the Sam who had just burst in. "Get off to the side, and call Dean. Tell him to hurry, he'll explain…" He was cut off with a punch in the eye.
"Oh Sam, you don't know when to stop do you?" The imposter walked forwards, making Sam back into a billiards table. To the side lay a rack of sticks, Sam picked one up, ignoring his body's protesting. Holding it out in front of him, he proceeded to walk forward. "That's not going to work." The imposter kicked the stick away from Sam, punching him the face again. Sam responded by wrestling him to the ground.
"You're not going to win this, bastard." Sam gritted out.
"Oh, but on the contrary. Dean was always better at fighting then you." The imposter, changed into Dean. Wrapping his hands around Sam's neck he proceeded to pin him down. Sam kicked, knocking 'Dean' off balance. In the background Rebecca watched, her call to Dean finished. Standing up Sam readied an offensive stance. 'Dean' just stood punching Sam in the gut, the force causing Sam to crash into a bookcase. "You never could beat Dean, could you?" Sam stood up, cracking his back a little. He lunged forward punching 'Dean' in the face again, feeling the other's nose break underneath his fist.
"Just because I couldn't beat Dean doesn't mean I can't beat you." 'Dean' was angry, reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a knife, he jacked from the Impala's trunk. Lunging forward he tried to stab Sam, who moved. Again he tried, and missed. Deciding that his tactic wasn't working, he tripped the other, making Sam hit the ground, knocking the back of his head against the corner of the billiards table, then lunged. Sam rolled away, but not without a scrape. Slowly he stood up, mindful of the concussion he probably received. Before he could move 'Dean' lunged onto him knocking him over the couch and crashing onto the coffee table, breaking it with the force. Quickly 'Dean' took the telephone cord and wrapped it around Sam's neck.
Sam was ready to black out, when he saw the figure of his brother burst through the door. "Get off my brother, you son of a bitch." Dean saw red, from the moment he walked through the door. Pulling out his gun he proceeded to rip the imposter off his brother and into the wall. As the 'Dean' stumbled up, Dean shot the man three times, more than necessary. It was a safety precaution. The man changed faces, until he slumped forward and died as Dean. Sam started to sit up, breathing heavily.
Dean rushed to his side, instantly. "Are you alright?"
Weakly, Sam smiled. He was anything, but alright at the moment. "Not really, I've been better."
"He hit his head." Rebecca said meekly.
"Okay."
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It was the day after 'Dean's' death. The murder's around the neighborhood, had been blamed on him. The brother's had talked over what happened, and came to a mutual agreement; they both loved each other, more than brotherly and were willing to give it a try. Sex was off limits for a while though. Dean could live with that, if it meant he could have Sam one day. The duo also talked everything out with Rebecca, who although surprised, wished them the best of luck.
"I guess this is goodbye." Rebecca said, looking at the men with tears in her eyes.
"Yeah." Sam walked forward and hugged her, limping still.
"Bye." Dean waved, and walked to his beloved car. "Sam hurry up."
"I'm going to worry about you now, you know that right." Sam shrugged, scratching the back of his head. "Take care."
"You too." He turned around, limping away. "Tell Zack I said hi."
"I will." Rebecca waved, until the car drove away, sighing she retreated into the house, closing the door behind her.
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