A/N: I was watching 'Skin' the other day and thought it would be awesome if they had been attacked by a shifter that looked like John. I would like to thank Exdemon1120 for helping me to beta the story. Please review!

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.

Save Me

Dean rolled over in his bed, as he started to wake up. He let out a soft groan of annoyance when he heard the drapes being pulled back. The result caused the sun to come shining in directly on his face.

"C'mon Dean, get your ass in gear." He heard his father's gruff voice say as he rubbed his eyes.

"What time is it?" Dean questioned still groggy, and wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"Ten in the morning, you've slept in long enough." John answered with the slightest hint of concern as he watched his oldest boy began to pull himself from bed. He could hear the water running in the bathroom; Sam was in the shower. The older hunter sighed. "Listen, I have to head out, Bobby needs back up. Can you hold down the fort, son?" John asked knowing already what Dean's answer would be.

Dean rolled his eyes, why his dad still asked him questions like that he couldn't figure out. "Dad, Sam and I are perfectly capable of living on our own, I'm twenty-two years old, and Sam's fixing to turn eighteen, I think we've got it covered." Dean responded the annoyance blatantly obvious in his voice.

"Watch your tone, Dean." John warned with a glare and tone that Dean knew too well. John walked over to the dresser preparing to get on his way. He picked up his duffel bag. "Stay in town until I get back. Understood?" John although the last part made is sound like a question it was more of an order. He trusted his oldest with Sam's life. He knew Dean would look out for his brother. Dean always did, but that didn't mean John wanted them outside the safety of this town.

Dean nodded. "Yes sir." He said obediently. He watched his dad leave without another word. After John exited the bathroom door opened. Dean looked over, and saw Sam come out of the shower. The young man was dressed in fresh clean clothes; his usual jeans and a button up shirt.

"Where's Dad?" Sam questioned as he walked over to his brother. Sam waited expectantly for him to answer.

"He left to go on a hunt, Bobby needed him." Dean stated as he got up, stretched, and then walked over to the coffee pot. He began making a fresh pot of coffee.

Sam frowned slightly, as he sat down on one of the matching beds. Their Dad left again for a hunt. And Sam's birthday was just in a few days. It looked like John wouldn't be around. It wasn't the first time John hadn't been there for a birthday or holiday, but it never seemed to get easier.

Dean looked over, seeing his brother's distress. "Sam?" Dean questioned worriedly.

Sam looked up at his brother. "I'm fine Dean." Sam answered Dean's unspoken question.

Dean didn't believe Sam for a second, but he let it go. He absently watched the coffee being made and dripping into the coffee pot. "Want some?" Dean questioned when it was finally done.

"Sure." Sam answered as he watched his brother take the coffee pot and pouring its contents into two coffee mugs. Dean handed one to Sam, and then placed the tray of sugar and cream packets in the middle of the table. Dean liked his coffee black, but knew Sam liked to sweeten his up.

Dean sipped his coffee and looked to his brother. "Wanna go shoot some hoops?" Dean questioned, arching his eyebrow with a grin. Sam was taller than him now and it was more of a challenge for Dean to beat his younger brother at basketball.

"Nah, not really in the mood." Sam answered looking over to his brother. "So, how long is Dad supposed to be gone?" Sam questioned casually as he looked at his brother.

"A week, maybe two." Dean answered, he knew why Sam was asking. And to be honest it bothered him to see his brother upset. "Hey, if it makes you feel any better, Dad always forgets my birthday, even when he's here. Listen, why don't we go to a poetry reading, or something?" Dean teased, watching as the small smile that couldn't help but form on Sam's lips.

"How about we go out to eat lunch, I'm hungry. Then if you want we can go bar hopping?" Sam proposed, knowing his brother wouldn't reject his offer. Dean loved bar hopping and diner food. He loved a good greasy burger and making other guys look like idiots in front of girls. Dean's favorite way was by hustling pool or good game of poker. Plus it gave them a little extra spending money.

"Thought you'd never ask," Dean smirked. "Give me a minute to go get dressed, and then we can go," Dean added. Then he set his coffee down on the table and grabbed a fresh pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, and a random plaid button-up. He gave the clothes a quick sniff to make sure they were clean enough for public, and then he was in the bathroom changing.

While Sam waited for his brother to get ready; he heard a knock on the door. He furrowed his brow, wondering who it could be. No one knew they were here except themselves and John. He walked up to the door and looked through the peep hole. He seemed a bit confused as he backed up and opened it.

"Dad?!" He questioned, stunned that their father was back at the motel. "What are you doing here? I thought you just left to go on a hunt?" Sam rambled out the questions as John walked in past him.

"Plans changed; Bobby got Caleb's help instead." John answered casually as he walked over, sitting down in a chair at the small table in the room. Something screamed in Sam's head that something was very wrong, but he dismissed it. He looked over, seeing Dean come out of the bathroom, dressed.

"Dad?" Dean echoed Sam's question, arching an eyebrow questioningly. John looked over to Dean.

"Caleb went to go help Bobby, I figured I'd come back, spend some down time with my boys." John answered. Dean furrowed his brow, something seemed off. That wasn't like Dad. John lived and breathed hunting. He'd never take down time voluntarily. But before Dean could question his father further about it, everything went black. John had quickly nailed him across the jaw with the butt of his pistol. The young man fell to the floor.

Sam looked over to his unconscious brother. Everything had happened so fast, and now John had the pistol aimed at Sam. All he could do was stand there frozen in terror.

"Why don't you go sit on that chair over there?" John instructed with a smirk on his face. He kept the gun trained on the young man as he obeyed. Once Sam was sitting in the chair, John set the pistol the counter top. He knew he wouldn't need it to overcome the teenager before him. While Sam was taller than John, Sam was still just a boy and was not as well trained or as strong as John.

Sam watched John grab hold of Dean and drag him to the opposite side of the room. "What are you?" The young man asked. John grabbed some rope and tied Dean's wrists behind his back.

John looked up at his other son a dreadful grin on his face, "It's all me Sammy. I've just been waiting for the right moment, so I could get you alone. I wanted a chance to tell you what I really think about you without your stubborn pain in the ass brother getting in my way." John answered as he bound Dean's ankles. He threw Dean's legs down to the floor when he was done.

Sam took the opportunity, and got up. He charged at his father; pinning John against the wall. There was a loud thud as the two slammed into the wall. John looked irate with Sam.

"You're going to pay for that." John snarled as he shoved Sam to the ground. Without a moment of hesitation he kicked Sam in the gut. The young man felt the air knocked from his lungs from the blow. Then John grabbed Sam's shirt and hoisted him up, with almost no effort. John slammed the boy into the wall. Unrelenting, John gripped Sam by his hair. Then John slammed the teen into the wall over and over until finally everything went black, and Sam went limp.