Supernatural: Skin

A/N: Greeting, devoted fans. I know that it's been a while, but I've got finals coming up soon, and so my attention has been on getting ready.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.


CHAPTER TWO: EVIL TWIN ALERT!

Dean. Liz, and Sam parked their car behind Zack's house and got out.

"Alright, so what are we doin' here at 5:30 in the morning?" Dean asked tiredly, clutching a cup of coffee in his hand, and Liz leaned against the car, yawning.

"I realized something," Sam said, looking around. "The videotape shows the killer goin' in, but not comin' out."

"So, he came out the back door?" Dean asked, leaning against the hood of his car.

"Right. So, there should be a trail to follow," Sam said, examining the area. "A trail the police would never pursue."

"'Cause they think the killer never left. And they caught your friend Zack inside," Dean guessed before muttering to himself. "I still don't know what we're doin' here at 5:30 in the morning."

"I second that," Liz agreed, exhausted.

Sam looked around the outside of the building, and noticed blood smeared on a nearby telephone pole. "Blood. Somebody came this way," he said.

"Yeah, but the trail ends," Dean pointed out, looking around the area near the car. "I don't see anything over here."

"Me either," Liz agreed, just then, an ambulance drove past them, and they exchanged a look.


Dean, Liz, and Sam observed the scene as Alex was handcuffed and was taken to a police car.

"What happened?" Dean asked a nearby woman.

"He tried to kill his wife," the woman answered. "Tied her up and beat her."

Sam glanced at her. "Really?"

"I used to see him going to work in the morning," the woman explained. "He'd wave, say hello. He seemed like such a nice guy." And they watched as Alex was taken away by the police.


Sam walked around the side of the house, looking around; he looked inside two garbage cans but found nothing. He then moved to the front of the house, where Dean and Liz met up with him after asking around for info.

"Hey," Dean said, and Sam turned around. "Remember when I said this wasn't our kind of problem?" he asked.

Sam nodded. "Yeah."

"Definitely our kind of problem," Dean confessed.

"And it's a doozy," Liz added.

"What'd you find out?" Sam asked.

"Well, we were just talked to the patrolman who was first on the scene, heard this guy, Alex's story," Dean answered. "Apparently the dude was driving home from a business trip when his wife was attacked."

"So, he was two places at once," Sam said, puzzle pieces falling into place, and in an unexpected way.

Dean nodded. "Exactly," he agreed. "Then he sees himself in the house. Police think he's a nut job."

"Which means this is more than just a dark twin," Liz added.

"Two dark doubles attacking loved ones in exactly the same way," said Sam, thinking.

"Could be the same thing doin' it, too," Dean suggested.

Sam thought for a second. "Shape shifter?" he suggested, and both Dean and Liz shrugged. "Something that can make itself look like anyone?"

"Every culture in the world has a shape shifter lore," Dean said. "You know, legends of creatures that can transform themselves into animals or other men."

Sam nodded. "Right, like werewolves."

"Nearly every Native American culture within the U.S. have legends about skin walkers, too," Liz added.

"We've got two attacks within blocks of each other," Dean stated. "I'm guessin' we've got a shape shifter prowlin' the neighborhood."

"Let me ask you this… in all this shape shifter lore, can any of them fly?" Sam asked.

Dean and Liz both shrugged again. "Not that we know of."

"I picked up a trail here," Sam explained. "Someone ran out the back of this building and headed off this way."

Dean nodded. "Just like your friend's house."

"Yeah. And, just like at Zack's house, the trail suddenly ends," Sam added. "I mean, whatever it is just disappeared."

"Well, there's another way to go…down," Dean suggested, and they all looked down and noticed a manhole.

Liz grimaced. "Great, a sewer."


Dean, Liz, and Sam climbed down the manhole and looked around.

"I bet this runs right by Zack's house, too," Sam remarked. "The shape shifter could be using the sewer system to get around."

"I think you're right," Dean agreed, noticing something on the ground. "Look at this." And they bent down and examined a pile of blood and skin on the ground, and the sight of it left them disgusted.

"Oh, yuck!" Liz moaned, covering her mouth and nose with her hand because of the stench.

"Is this from his victims?" Sam asked, wrinkling his nose.

Dean took out a pocketknife and held up some of the skin. "You know, I just had a sick thought," he remarked. "When the shape shifter changes shape maybe it sheds."

Sam and Liz both made a face at the thought. "That is sick."

Dean nodded and put the bloody pile back on the ground.


Back above ground, Dean and Liz both opened the trunk of the Impala and took out some weapons.

"Well, one thing I learned from Dad, is that no matter what kind of shape shifter it is, there's one sure way to kill it," he commented, opening a box that was full of silver bullets.

"Silver bullet to the heart," Sam said, remembering.

Dean and Liz both nodded. "That's right."

Just then, Sam's cell phone rang, and he answered it. "This is Sam."

`"Where are you?"` Rebecca asked.

"We're near Zack's, we're just checkin' some things out," Sam answered.

`"Well, look, Sam, just stop, 'cause I really don't need your help anymore,"` Rebecca said coldly, suddenly angry.

"What are you talkin' about?" Sam asked, surprised by the sudden change.

`"I told the lawyers that we went to the crime scene,"` Rebecca answered.

Sam scoffed, surprised. "Why would you do that?" he asked.

`"Well, I told them that we were with two police officers,"` Rebecca explained angrily. `"And they checked it out, and they told me that there is no Detective Dean Winchester, or even a Detective Liz Winchester."`

"Beck-" Sam began.

`"No, I don't understand why you would lie to me about something like that,"` Rebecca interrupted, furious.

"We're tryin' to help," Sam protested.

`"Oh, trying to help?"` Rebecca asked, angry and hurt. `"Do you realize that that was a sealed crime scene? This could have just ruined Zack's case."`

"Bec, I'm sorry, but-" Sam said, trying to apologize.

`"No, goodbye, Sam,"` Rebecca snapped, hanging up. Dean and Liz both walked over to Sam, who was looking disappointed.

"I hate to say it, but that's exactly what I'm talkin' about," Dean told him seriously. "You lie to your friends because if they knew the real you, they'd be freaked. It's just…it'd be easier if-"

"If I was like you," Sam interrupted, dejected.

"Hey, man, like it or not, we are not like other people," Dean said, shrugging. "But I'll tell you one thing. This whole gig it ain't without perks," he added, holding up a gun. Sam took it and put it in the back of his jeans as they walked away.


Back in the sewers, Dean, Liz, and Sam were looking around with their flashlights and guns.

"I think we're close to its lair," Dean said, noticing a skin pile on a pipe near Sam's head.

"Why do you say that?" Sam asked, not seeing the pile yet, but Liz did and she made a face.

"Because there's another puke-inducing pile next to your face," Dean informed him.

Sam turned and finally saw the pile of blood and skin on a nearby pipe. "Oh, God!" he moaned, disgusted as he leaned away from it.

They looked around the area and saw a pile of clothes in a corner.

"Looks like it's lived here for a while," Dean remarked and Liz nodded, agreeing.

"Certainly looks like it."

"Who knows how many murders he's gotten away with?" Sam wondered as he turned and saw the shape shifter, still in the form of Alex, standing directly behind Dean and Liz, his eyes flashing sliver in the light. "Dean! Liz!"

Dean and Liz both turned and they got punched by the shape shifter; they fell to the ground, and the shape shifter ran away. Sam shot after it a few times but misses; he then moved over to Dean and Liz, helping them up.

"Get the son of a bitch!" Dean ordered, clutching his left shoulder, having slammed it onto the pipe upon falling, and Liz was clutching her right shoulder.

They all took off after the shape shifter.


Back on the street, the shape shifter came out of the manhole and ran off; seconds later, Sam, Liz, and Dean came out and looked around, but there was no sign of their target.

"All right, let's split up," Sam suggested.

Dean nodded. "All right, I'll meet you both around the other side."

Sam and Liz both nodded. "Okay." And they walked away in separate directions.


In an alley, Dean was looking around, with his gun drawn, causing passersby to turn away, frightened.


Sam and Liz were also searching, while keeping their guns inside their jackets.


Dean was still looking frantically, when a dark shape up from behind and slammed a piece of wood into the back of his head, and everything went dark.


Sam and Liz were waiting, and Dean came up from behind.

"Hey," he called out, and both Sam and Liz turned around. "Anything?"

Sam shook his head, frustrated. "No. He's gone."

"And he could be looking like anyone now," Liz added, annoyed.

Dean sighed. "All right, let's get back to the car."

Sam and Liz both crossed the street while Dean stopped, waiting for a passing car to drive by; as the car passed, Dean's eyes momentarily glowed silver.


'Dean', Liz, and Sam stopped at the car.

"You think he found another way underground?" Sam asked, referring to the shape shifter.

"Yeah, probably," 'Dean' said, going to the trunk. "You got the keys?"

Sam started to pull them out of his pocket, stopped as something odd occurred to him, exchanged a look with Liz, who nodded, and then turned around. "Hey, didn't Dad once face a shape shifter in San Antonio?" Sam asked.

"Oh, that was Austin," 'Dean' answered. "It turned out not to be a shape shifter, it was a thought form. A psychic projection, remember?"

Sam nodded. "Oh, right. Here ya go." He threw 'Dean' the keys and both he and Liz walked away; 'Dean' caught the keys with his left hand and opened the trunk, observing all the weapons and chuckling.

"Don't move!" Sam ordered, and 'Dean' turned and saw that both Sam and Liz were pointing the guns at him. "What have you done with him?" he demanded.

"Where's Dean?" Liz snapped.

"Dude, Liz, chill. It's me, all right?" 'Dean' insisted, his hands raised.

"No, I don't think so," Sam retorted. "Where is he?"

"Dean and I are twins, and I can tell when something's off," Liz added, glaring. "So where is our brother?"

"You're about to shoot him," 'Dean' pointed out. "Sam, Liz, calm down."

"You caught those keys with your left," Sam stated. "Your shoulder was hurt."

"Yeah, it's better," 'Dean' responded. "What do you want me to do, cry?"

"Dean's right handed, not left-handed," Liz snapped, eyes flashing with anger.

Sam nodded. "You're not our brother," he added.

"Why don't you pull the trigger, then? Hm?" 'Dean' insisted. "'Cause you're not sure. Dude, you know me."

Sam cocked the gun. "Don't."

'Dean' stared at them both, annoyed, and then suddenly hit Sam twice with a crowbar, causing him to fall to the ground.

"Sam!" Liz cried out and ducked when 'Dean' attempted to hit her next, but lost her gun; she managed to avoid the crowbar a second time, and kicked it out of his hand, leading into a quick fighting match that was part boxing and part karate. Dropping to the ground, she kicked the legs out from under 'Dean' and pounced, flipping out a silver blade and pressed it against his throat. "All right, scumbag; you got five seconds to tell me where my twin brother is or I cut your throat here and now."

'Dean' grunted and winced at the sight and touch of the blade, and then suddenly threw himself forward, knocking Liz to the ground, and he pinned her while pulling a syringe out of his pocket. "Nice try, Liz," he scolded, wrapping a hand around her throat, "but it's time for you to have a little nap, sis."

"No!" Liz chocked, trying to free herself as he jabbed the needle into her neck, and injected the drug into her. "No…" she then groaned as the drug took effect instantly, and she blacked out.

'Dean' sighed and rocked back on the balls of his feet, staring at her. "Normally, someone like you would die, Liz, but I've got plans for both you and your brothers."


A/N: Uh oh! Evil twin alert! Evil twin alert! R&R everyone!