Chapter 2
After a long trip, the three Winchesters stepped out of the car in front of a motel. It was anything but five stars, but it would do.
Sam dropped his bag on one bed and looked at Eli and Dean. They both looked at the bed and dashed at it for it. Dean reached it first and sat down, smiling smugly at Eli. Eli returned the smile and held up Dean's car keys.
"The bed for Baby's keys?" Eli asked with a smile.
"You wouldn't." he responded.
"Oh I would."
Dean stood up reluctantly and swiped the keys from Eli's hands as he walked over to the couch. Elizabeth laughed and dropped down onto the bed. Sam smirked at Dean.
"So what first?" Sam asked.
"Well, we should split up. Someone should go FBI and ask around. Someone else should go to the beach and talk to one of the victims. He owns a bar there." Dean instructed.
"I'M GOING TO THE BEACH!" Elizabeth exclaimed quickly and grabbed her duffel, dashing into the bathroom.
"Who's gonna go with her to make sure she doesn't just go mess around?" Sam asked.
"I'll go." Dean said.
When Elizabeth came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a black bikini top and khaki shorts. She was holding a towel. Dean took his duffel and headed into the bathroom as well. After Dean came out in his swimming trunks, Sam went in. He came out in his suit.
"Meet us at the beach when you're done." Eli said, "And, Sam, I swear to God, if you come in your suit, I will stab you."
"Aye aye." Sam teased and Elizabeth punched him in the shoulder.
With that, Eli walked out the door, holding Dean's key over her head. Dean ran out after her. Sam smiled at his siblings and walked out the door.
After they dropped Sam off in town, Dean and Eli drove to the beach. They were then sitting at a table in the bar, eying the victim.
"So that's him?" Eli asked, sipping her drink.
"Yeah, I hear he's not talking about the attack though." Dean answered.
"Well would you?"
"Good point. So what's our play?"
"You wait here, and I'll get the information." she said and got up with her drink. Dean was about to say something but Elizabeth was over at the bar before Dean could get it out.
"What can I get you?" the bartender asked.
"Another drink?" Eli said, smiling.
"Sure." he grinned at her and refilled her drink. He then pulled up a stool in front of Elizabeth and sat down.
"How'd you get that bruise?" she asked, pointing to the mark on his forehead.
"Oh nothing." he said.
"Doesn't look like nothing."
"You would think I'm crazy."
"Try me." she put her chin in her hands and bit her lip.
"Well, I was attacked."
"Really?" she asked interestedly.
"Yes. But it was by my grandmother."
"What?!"
"My grandmother died years ago. She was incredibly strong and fast, too."
"How is that possible?"
"I don't know! But there was something else that was weird." he told her.
"How does it get any weirder than that?"
"I was eating some food before she broke into my house. She touched my silverware and it was like it burned her or something..."
"Huh..." Eli answered, obviously thinking.
"Needless to say, I've had a weird week." he finished.
"Well, I've got to go. See you later." she said.
Eli got up off of her stool, grabbed her drink, and walked over to Dean's table. The bartender watched her go.
"What the hell was that?" Dean asked as soon as she sat down.
"Interrogation." she said.
"Really? Because it looked like flirting!" Dean answers.
"Same thing. Anyways, I found out what we're dealing with."
"What?"
"A shapeshifer. He said that his grandma touched his silverware and it hurt." she explained.
"Ok, I'm going to pretend that made sense..." Dean responded.
