"Shit!" I dunk as a shapeshifter throws a knife at me. I look around for my best friend, who was captured by the shapeshifter.
"Tia!" I yell out pulling a silver knife from my boot. The shapeshifter is slowly advancing toward me. I sigh and throw my knife at it, sticking it right in the throat. It chokes and I pull another knife from my belt loop, throwing it and sticking it in its heart. It falls dead. I run over to it and pull my knives out of its lifeless body.
"Brooke." I hear a weak moan. I run toward the voice.
"Oh, Tia." I say bending down and checking her pulse. I cut the rope around her wrists and pick her up, her arms going around my neck, blood soaking into my clothing.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine." I whisper to her. I make my way out of the cave and toward my dark purple mustang. I slide her into the front seat and run to the other side. I throw it in drive and rush to the one person I knew who could help her.
I finally reach the house. I shut the car off, shove the keys in my pocket, and rush over to the passenger side. I pull Tia out of the car and pick her up. I walk up to the door and pull my keys out of my pocket. I unlock the door and walk in, slamming the door behind me.
"Bobby!" I yell, walking over and putting Tia on the couch. I hear him walk up behind me.
"Damn, what happened to her?" He asks as he bends down to check out her injuries.
"Shapeshifter." I say quietly. It was finally sitting in I might lose my best friend.
"She'll be fine, I promise." He says standing up. "Go clean up your seats in the mustang." I nod and walk to the kitchen to get the cleaning supplies. This wasn't the first time one of us had to clean blood off the seats.
I walk out, turn the car on and pop my favorite mix CD in. Wanted Dead or Alive starts playing through the speakers as I scrub the seats.
"Sweet car." I hear a voice say behind me. I stand up, slowly pulling a knife out from under my seat. I turn around and throw the knife at the person. They dunk and it sticks in Bobby's porch.
"Easy there, tiger. I'm a friend, not an enemy." I look up into their eyes. I recognized them from high school.
"No fucking way." I whisper under my breath. "Dean Winchester." I say.
Flashback
"Come on, Brooke!" Dean says as I walk away from him.
"No," I yell at him, "you were just fucking making out with my best friend!" I say, pulling my leather jacket closer around me. I was unlocking my car door when I hear an engine running behind me. I turn around and see a black impala behind me and Dean getting in. He gives me a sad look as he closes the door. That was the last time I saw him.
End flashback
I stare at him as he smiles at me. I feel the anger building up at me. I bring my fist up and feel the contact with his jaw. It was surely going to leave a bruise.
"What the hell?" I heard another voice say.
"Nothing, Sammy. Just go back inside." Dean growls at him.
"Hi, Sam." I say leaning around Dean smiling.
"You finally getting payback for what he did?" Sam asks me, laughing.
"Damn right." I say. "I guess I can finish up later." I run up to Sam jumping into his arms, wrapping my legs around his torso.
"God, I missed you." He whispers into my ear.
"6 months is too long." I say kissing his cheek.
"What the hell?" I hear Dean mumble.
