"Come on, where are you?" Dean said, looking for the shapeshifter they were hunting.
"I know you're in here somewhere."
Dean didn't hear anything behind him, so he didn't know that the exact thing he was hunting was right behind him with a long coil of rope in its hands. The shapeshifter grinned in anticipation.
"Sam, you find anything?" He asked.
"Yeah, it's shed its skin," Sam yelled back from another room far awayin the abandoned house. Dean cursed. Last they had seen it, it had taken the form of a woman with red hair in herthirties. The shapeshifter struck then. He lunged
forward and wrapped the rope around Dean's neck, effectively cutting off his airway. Dean's eyes bulged and he fell backwards, fingers trying in vain to tear the rope away from his neck. He struggled to reach a knife but nothing was in his reach.
He managed to knock over a table and it crashed into several other objects.
'Dean?" Sam called out from the other side of the house. "You okay?" Dean didn't answer and his attacker didn't either.
"Dean?" Sam asked again. The shapeshifter tied Dean up on the ceiling, hanging him from the rope. Dean's efforts of escape grew weaker and weaker until his eyes rolled back into his head and his arms fell limply to his side, head dropping to
rest against his chest.
"I'm fine, Sam," the Shapeshifter said, taking on the form of Dean. He looked at Dean, satisfaction in his eyes. "I'm just fine."
...s..u...p...e...r...n..a...t...u...r..a...l...
Sam frowned at the response. That didn't sound like Dean. He grew suspicious. He called Dean over.
"Nothing, you?" He asked.
"Nothing either," Deanreplied.
"Toss me that gunover there," Samrequested. Dean threwthem at him and he caught it. Immediately, Sam pointed his gun at him."You're not my brother," he said. "He's right is he?"
The shapeshifter chuckled darkly.
"Oh, I hung him up on the ceiling," he said. "Probably dead by now." He blinked and those eerie eyes were staring at Sam. In a flash, the shapeshifter had run off. Sam immediately ran to the room Dean was inand found Dean hanging from the ceiling
just like the evil being had said. He immediately reached up and cut the rope, letting Dean down. He realized that the loopwas still blocking the airway and cut that as well. Sam started CPR. He grew more panicked the longer Dean was still.
He counted the compressions.
One, two, three...
Sam was worried that he hadn't gotten to him in time.
Eight, nine, ten...
Dean still hadn't stirred. Sam didn't give up.
Eighteen, nineteen, twenty...
Tears formed in Sam's eyes and drops fell onto Dean's still form.
Twenty two, twenty three-
Dean started coughing and desperatelygasping for air. Sam sighed in relief as Dean rolled over and breathed heavily.
"Sam?" Dean rasped as he saw Sam.
"Yeah?" Sam replied.
"Did we get him?"
"No. I had to come get you."
Dean cursed.
"You should've gotten him first," Dean said.
"But you would've died," Sam said. "And I couldn't let you." Dean fell silent.
"Thanks," he said after a long pause. "For that, I'll get you an ID that doesn't say bikini inspector on it."
Sam laughed.
"Yeah, you feeling up for some running?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, let's go," Dean said, getting up. "I'm gonna punch the hell out of that sucker."
"Don't push yourself," Sam said.
"I'm fine," Dean said. "We've got a shapeshifter to hunt."
Sam shoock his head as they walked over to the Impala and got in. He insisted on driving.
"Fine," Dean said. "Then step on it."
