Title: A New Shapeshifter

Pairings: Maybe

Disclaimer: Does it look like I own Supernatural?

Summary: On a hunt in Glenwood Springs, Colorado the Winchesters discover a new type of shapeshifter that's a… hunter? And human?!

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,062

Feedback: Is really appreciated. This is my first so please criticize anyway want.

Spoilers: Bobby is still alive as is his house, no purgatory.

(A/N) If you want any pairings, do say.

Chapter One

Aubrey's POV

My black combat boots pound on the damp concrete, straight stark white hair streaming behind me as my chest starts to ache from exertion. I try to breathe through my nose to take in more oxygen as I risked a glance backwards, only seeing the darkness of night being broken by moonlight and street lamps. I quickly dart into an alleyway, my dark grey/black leather jacket flapping behind me as I frantically look around to try and conceal myself or escape before those two men (you already know who they are) spotted me and killed me by accident. I readjusted my eye patch over my right eye. Nothing is wrong with my eye; I just hate receiving questioning looks about its deep gray, chrome color. I frantically checked if my revolver was still in my waistband, my two daggers in my sleeves, throwing dagger in my right boot and other hunters' necessities. As I sighed in relief I turned around, and came face-to-face with a silver .45. The man behind the trigger has a stern expression, and I know by that he won't hesitate to shoot.

"Wait," I start, voice frantic and desperate. "Stop, I'm a hunter!"

"Hunter my ass." He said in a gruff voice. He turned around as a taller man jogged up to us, brown hair flying. "Sammy, tie her up. We'll take her to Bobby's."

'Sammy' just nodded a response and turned to me, a pair of silver handcuffs glinting in the moonlight. "What's your name?" The man who pointed the gun to me earlier asked.

"Why does it matter? You're just gonna kill me." I said in a very annoyed voice, rolling my eyes as 'Sammy' put my hands behind my back and locked the cuffs.

"Just answer the damn question."

"Aubrey Walker. And these demon cuffs aren't gonna work on me."

"Whatever, you won't be able to shift in those." He said, obviously annoyed. He brought out a silver flask, splashing my face with a little liquid. I rolled my eyes, annoyed.

Holy water, I thought.

"Dean, can you pull the car around?" The taller one asked.

"Yeah, whatever. Keep an eye on her."

"Sooooo," I drawled. "You're name is Sammy? Or just an annoying nickname?" I ask, trying to strike up a conversation.

"Annoying nickname." He sighed. "My name is Sam."

As we fell back into silence, I turned around as I heard someone step into a puddle, my deep blue eye piercing through the darkness. I narrowed my eye when I didn't sense anyone. Or thing.

"What is it?" Sam asked in a hushed voice.

"Nothing. I just thought I heard someone." I assured him. I sniffed the air. Nothing. When I sensed something flying towards us, I yelled, "SAM GET DOWN." He grunted as I tackled him. Or tried too, he was so damn tall. As we both fell to the ground, the bullet hit a dumpster that was to our left. We quickly got to our feet, Sam pulling out his gun. Looking behind us and spotting about five demons.

"What's taking Dean so long?" He said, panicked.

"He's probably got demons on his ass too, we should hurry." I said emotionless, breaking my handcuffs and drawing my revolver.

"How did you- never mind." He sighed and shot the closest demon.

As the remaining four started running towards us, one tackling Sam and another holding him down, I shot the remaining two with deadly accuracy. Hearing the purr of an engine turning the street towards us, I turned towards Sam who was still struggling with the two. As he stabbed the one holding him with his magic knife, I lunged towards the one still on him while shifting into a sabre toothed jaguar in midair. Snarling, I tackled the demon and pinned him down by the throat, my black fur getting wet from the puddles on the concrete. The demon reached around for the dagger he dropped by his head and plunged the cold steel into my left side, all the way to the hilt.

"Aubrey!" Sam yelled my name, panicking.

I yelped and slackened my grip, allowing the demon to finally get free and make a break down the alley, me pushing down the pain and sprinting after him, Sam quickly following suit. When I was about five feet away, the roar of an engine filled the musty alleyway. A 67' Chevy Impala came speeding down the alley, Dean behind the wheel. He screeched to a stop, hastily getting out of the car while drawing his gun. I pounced and pinned it down by the shoulder, my canines digging in deep, Dean pulling the trigger, the bullet whizzing past my face and burying itself in the demons head. Sam came sprinting down the alley, finally catching up. I collapsed, shifting back to human, wincing as I pulled out the dagger.

"Aubrey!" Both brothers yelled, Sam crouching beside me trying to stop the bleeding with his hands, Dean running towards the trunk to get medical supplies I'm guessing. I was slowly losing consciousness as Dean returned with a handful of bandages while Sam tried to keep me awake.

"Here Sammy," Dean said handing the bandages to Sam, "Let's get her into the backseat."

I winced as Sam lifted me up, Dean opening the back door for him then climbing into the driver's seat. When Sam laid me onto the seat I stretched down, laying onto my right side. As I blacked out, I heard Dean say, "Let's hightail it back to Bobby's."

Sam's POV

"So what do you think she is?" Dean asked me as we drove down the empty road.

"I have no idea. She's a shapeshifter but she doesn't react to silver. And she's a hunter." I replied.

"A new type of shapeshifter?"

"Maybe. She could be-" I stopped in mid sentence when I heard Aubrey start mumbling in her sleep.

"Is she speaking French?" Dean asked, confuzzled.

"German, I think." I corrected him.

"Just keeps getting weirder and weirder." He mumbled. "I'm stopping by a gas station in like five minutes to refuel and stuff. You should stitch her up then."

As Dean pulled up to the gas pump, I walked out into the cold, night air. I opened the trunk and pulled out the items necessary for a needle, floss, bandages, and a bottle of whiskey. As I made my way back to Aubrey, Dean went to buy supplies from the store. I opened the back door and noticed that she was already awake and moving.

"Hey, you okay?" I ask, worry lacing my voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She said, not turning to me. I rolled my eyes. She was obviously in pain.

"I'm just gonna stitch you up."

"Okay, that's fine." She didn't react as I climbed in next to her. She pulled up her loose, now bloody, navy blue tank top and tight black undershirt. She revealed the angry, red, bleeding flesh.

"So you speak German? You were mumbling in your sleep." I tell her, curious.

"Yeah. And many others. German, French, Norwegian, Japanese, Danish, Swedish, and Russian."

"Oh." We fell into silence. As I thread the needle, I asked, "Why did you save me? you could've just left me and ran." I could see in her eyes the loneliness and hurt once the question left my mouth.

"I told you, I'm a hunter. We help each other, not leave them to die. Even though I can shapeshift, that doesn't mean I'm not part human." She said softly, not even flinching as I started to stitch up the wound. We stayed silent, throughout the whole stitching process. Dean came back to the car and started to gas up the tank. I opened the bottle of whiskey, Aubrey hissing as I poured a little onto her wound. Once I patched her up with the supplies Dean bought and started to get out of the car she said in a soft voice, "Thank you. I'm not used to anyone patching me up."

"No problem." I smiled. I shut the door and headed to the passenger's side of the Impala.

"She okay?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, she's fine." I assured him before climbing into the passenger's seat. Dean finished pumping the gas and walked over to the driver's side, starting up the Impala and continuing our drive to Bobby's.

Aubrey's POV

As I sat in the backseat of the Impala, staring out the window I cant help but think about what they're gonna do to me. Obviously, I'm not fully human, but that doesn't mean I'm entirely a monster. I readjusted my eye patch and listened to the purr of the engine. It was nearly dawn, the sun barely seen above the lush, green forest. Sam and Dean kept stealing glances towards me when they thought I wasn't looking, almost making me roll my eye. My stab wound still stung, but ever since Sam patched me up I've been feeling better. Well, better than before. I was a little tired, I haven't slept or eaten for about three days. I've been on the run non stop from these guys. Just thinking about it left me irritated. I unconsciously checked if my iPhone was still in my back pocket, along with my wallet and weapons that are in my jacket. I mentally sighed about what is going to happen in the future, about what they'll do to me. My head leaned forward, my snowy bangs falling in my face to cover my eye patch. As we passed the 'You Are Now Leaving Colorado' sign, Dean broke the silence by asking, "So what happened to your eye?"

Sam gave him a warning glance. I sighed before untying my eye patch, revealing the dark gray, steel colored eye that mismatched my left dark blue eye. "Nothing." I answered. "I just wear it so people wont stare." We fell back into silence. As the sun started to go down, Dean pulled into the parking lot of a motel.

"We only have enough money for one room, and we need to keep an eye on you so we'll just share." Dean told us, then went to pay for the room. I didn't reply as I followed them to the lobby. I made sure to zip up my jacket to hide the blood stains, I don't think we'd want any cops on our tail. I sat down at one of the cheap, lumpy chairs with Sam in the one next to me.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah. I'm just tired." I said, not looking up. I unconsciously twisted my silver ring, engraved with lotus flowers. It holds a sapphire, given to me by a good friend. When Dean returned, we both followed him to the room. I wrinkled my nose at the musty smell, my heightened senses not helping. As the two brothers set down their stuff, I walked over to the lumpy, uneven black leather couch and shifted into a black, white and brown wolf so I wouldn't have to talk to either one. I'm used to sleeping in animal form anyway, saves me money. Dean gave me a questioning glance before walking off to shower. I layed down on my right side, so as not to irritate my stitches. I listened to Sam shuffle about until I drifted off into sleep.

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PLEASE tell me if you still want me to bounce between Sam, Dean and Aubrey's POV! It'll be really appreciated. This is my first story, so reviews are really awesome! Danke!