A/N: I want to say thanks to all that have favorited, read, alerted, and reviewed to this story, because it means a lot to me that you like it with it being the rewrite and also the rewrite of my first original story. So thanks again and here is the second chapter, longer than the first by a bit. I hope you like! :)

There was a downside to hunting alone…that the very person had to do the research alone and with no help so it went by rather slow and misconstrued. Including the fact that if the only source of Internet was immediately shut down, frozen, or removed from the equation there wasn't another one to back it up with. Taylor glared at the electronic device called Dell laptop. She'd had the thing for a few good years, and in those "few good years" it finally crapped out on her, sparked and left her for dead.

"Technology really needs an upgrade sometimes," she grumbled, shutting the newly made garbage and standing up, she gathered the printed sheets of paper from her printer nearby.

Reports of what appeared to be a doppelganger hunt, but how was she to know? It could possibly be more of a skin walker or shapeshifter than the other. One thing Taylor knew for sure was that no matter what, she had to check it out and stop it from continuing on with murder and identity fraud. Pocketing the papers into her weapons bag by the door, she shouldered it and headed to her Honda, starting it up and driving down to the main location where the bodies were found…in other words…maimed and disposed of.

Warehouse. In the town she happened to live in, there were so many warehouses, about half of them, maybe more, abandoned. The creature for all Taylor knew, could be in any of them and guessing that it wasn't stupid, it wouldn't take shack in one of the buildings where its last victim or any victim it had was taken care of. So finally parking in the middle warehouse lot that had no activity occur in or out, Taylor decided it was the best place to start. If she didn't find the sucker and clog its ass full of bullets---let's just say that Taylor was determined to not have it come down to her not finding it.

Each step she took inside and up the stairs to the second level after searching the whole main floor and not finding a single hint as to a thing of its kind inhabiting it, a strong pungent aroma came to her senses. Growing in intensity and alluring her to ascend further till she reached the top of the flight, turning the corner and into a room big enough for a basketball court, Taylor found what she had smelt.

"That is just nasty…" Her hand holding the weapon dropped to her side loosely while her other took residence to her nose, preventing more inhalation.

"Yeah," a voice spoke, "I get that a lot."

The female hunter spun around, aiming the barrel of her gun at her intruder behind her, catching a glimpse of snake eyes and a meaty grin. Grunting when the high-heeled boot dug into her stomach, and gasping at the hand clutching her throat, hanging her up against the nearest support beam in the area, she stared at the vision downward.

"I knew it," she breathed.

"Makes me wonder what didn't stop you from coming here and letting your damn guard down Taylor. If I were you," the shapeshifter grinned, changing instantly as if she were Mystique from X-Men into a clone of her victim. "I would've, oh I don't know…" An expression of pain crossed her face at watching the other version collect thoughts from her, a sensation of being drained and stolen of energy being swallowed. "Asked for help, better yet waited till some unknown, make believe hunter in the world apart from myself came along and dealt with the creature because as far as I know I'm the only hunter out there. A lone wolf in a flock of helpless, pathetic, dying sheep recognized as humans. You want real humans? Then tell them to take the fucking fogged eyeglass from their face and show them the actual world they live in."

Taylor tightened her jaw and directed her hands to the one strangling her. "I hate to break it to you, but you got some weird sense of who I am if you think that is how I feel."

"Oh, I know how I feel. You know it too; after all I am you in all sense Taylor. The body, the face, the attitude, and don't forget the family to boot. Man, if mom were here to see this, she'd be in a fit of riotous laughter. The bitch never did like us, so why won't she die like the innocents you are too late to save? I mean I can see why she doesn't like us, what with us being the reason her brother died. I am the reason as well as that, that everyone I love always leaves me."

Looking away as best she could, pushing back the tears at the memories of her mother, and hating how the shapeshifter was voicing everything like a Fourth of July firework sale advertisement. Thankful that she was being lowered at that she was given air to breathe through her lungs, she spoke.

"What do you want? Besides standing here and giving me a conscientious monologue."

"Why you my darling hunter are the bait, I am waiting for bigger fish, ones that deserve a little special attention, ones that have meat on their bones just begging to be stripped off piece by piece. First time in your life you will get to see other hunters Taylor, that is before you die yourself. Who knows, I might give a little gift to you and myself by keeping your skin. Feels like home. Warm, soft, and spicy with a bitter tang." Taylor winced as the shapeshifter pressed her harder into the wall, moving around her and the beam to tie her in chains and locking them securely. "Now, sit tight, I'll be back before you miss me."

One final touch was placed upon her with the gag, and Taylor began to wish that she didn't hunt alone.

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Dean and Sam had to officially result to stealing a car to go searching for their own and the elder wasn't that keen on letting his brother drive again anytime soon. The last place that Sam had left it was somewhere in what Dean liked to call the "warehouse graveyard", and his baby was subjected to hobos, the dirt of the grungy alleyways and the occasional prostitute roaming around that might do god knows what to it. His luck any of those could happen. Directing the piece of metal around the curb and down a street, the two's eyes immediately set onto the black muscle car that screamed holy home of a thousand Thebes.

"Stolen my ass."

"It was!"

"Then how come it was right here in the general area where you left it to go and supposedly kill the thing that we were after? You know what? Never mind, let's just find the son of a bitch that stole my car, placed the whammy on you and stop it from killing."

"Should we check the warehouse?"

"Why?"

The elder hunter was giving the younger a look of total and complete inquiry, with a tad bit of not in the mood, and this is a waste of time Sam.

"Because the reports were around here and this is a warehouse that I haven't looked inside of yet, plus, they like dirt and filth."

"Do we even know what it is?"

"No…"

"Then we can't say they like that now can we?"

Sam groaned and nodded his head; exiting the parked car they were in and removed the .35 glock from his waistband in sync with Dean while he pulled out the .45 Calibre from his. Just like any hunt, they gave the signals, silent, quick and easy, drilled into their systems from point blank, back to god knows when it seemed that they were born with the knowledge instead of taught. Checking over the first floor, turning over every cardboard piece, every scrap of paper, and every sock though it was hated to think that someone left that there, they stopped at the bottom of the staircase.

One nod was all it took and so was one click of a gun to send them into a fit of cursing that was left unheard.

"Drop your weapons, put your hands in the air and turn around slowly," the voice said, feminine, petite, demanding and yet so familiar to the two.

Doing as she said, Sam and Dean turned following the last order and immediately lowered their hands. The elder glaring at the smirking female before him and Sam releasing a big sigh that it wasn't the cops, but to their luck, it was Taylor from last night.

"You again. What the hell are you doing here?" Dean asked.

Taylor replaced the safety on her gun and to the back of her jeans. "I could ask you the same thing. Asshole, right?" she smiled. "Hey Sam."

Dean scoffed and bent to retrieve his weapon as well as his brother, not putting it away in the band, but keeping it there for further use, precaution and the fact he didn't like or trust this woman. "You already know we aren't mechanics."

"Well I know you aren't, Sam didn't try and pawn that one off."

"We're Federal Agents."

"Uh-huh. So Federal Agents drive a 1967 Chevy Impala? When did the bureau start letting their employees use their own cars, let alone a classic, for public service of the law?"

Seeing her quirk her brow and widen her smile all knowingly really lit the fuse on Dean and both Sam and Taylor could tell, however, Dean wasn't going to give the satisfaction of acting out and showing his inner frustration and burning. "Fine. We're hunters. Spill."

"Bat out of Hell Hunter myself, here for the same reason. Shapeshifter. Got the bugger trapped upstairs, goading it for some answers since it came with a partner. Won't tell me where they are."

"Mind if we join?" Sam asked.

"By all means. After you."

The look alike Taylor grinned as they headed up the stairs, her in the rear and remaining there when they came topside finding the real Taylor---little did they know---tied up and screaming through the gag.

"Isn't it a little too ridiculous she'd take the form of you?" Dean inquired jokingly, moving up to Taylor and observing her.

It watched intently as Taylor glared at the male, muttering muffled obscenities through the fabric and tugging more on her bonds. "Yeah. Thought she could get to me by being me. Stupid assed bitch."

She hated this, out of all the things to happen, she hated this and not only that, but she hated the fact that these two bozo hunters were falling for the thing's plan, falling for its---Taylor growled at Dean and shook her head when he poked her in the cheek and wouldn't stop after the third time. Was he trying to piss her off?

"So you said that she was here with a partner…"

Dean glanced at Sam and blinked a few times, giving a casual narrow of eyes to show he was interested in the subject he had brought up, however telling the other hunter that something was up based on the texture of her skin.

"Well she did, a long time ago, then they left, she came back searching for him and finding out that he was murdered in St. Louis…her Lover…she said she decided to slaughter to attract his killers knowing without a doubt that hunters had done it. She spilled that it was you two…at first I had no idea whom she was talking about till she said your first names and your relations. Winchester…like the rifle."

"Yeah we get that a lot."

Sam slowly moved behind Taylor as she spoke, explaining to them the situation of the shifter, and catching the signals he raised the glock level to the woman's heart from the back. Waiting for the other sign from Dean, not sure what his brother was doing or trying to accomplish with speaking about the partner, that was until she announced the information about St. Louis.

"Now you know, so why don't you pull the trigger you self riotous bastards? Oh wait you won't, not if I happen to be holding an innocent's life at stake and with one bullet embedding itself into me, that life will be gone," it said, lifting the gun and aiming at the bound hunter. "I'll make the shot faster than either of you do. Think of that, Winchesters, blood on your hands. Better than actually killing you myself in the first place, that was the plan after all. With Taylor here though, it changed it. One brother isn't good dead to me, cause it doesn't measure to the justice needing to be served for my loss. Two brothers aren't good either. I decided to settle on an innocent, where the guilt will be more sweet than two deaths to fulfill that deserved justice for my loss!"

"Your loss?" Sam spoke, making the shapeshifter turn and face him to speak to.

Taylor rolled her eyes and groaned, why wouldn't they shoot the bitch already? Sure she was now held at gunpoint but she wouldn't actually be harmed or killed, what was her life compared to more if they didn't shoot it and let it go slim free? Feeling someone's hands on hers tied behind the beam made her straighten, calloused and working fast and hard to get the lock on the chains undone and seeing as how Dean was the only one by her it had to be him.

"Get ready to fall when I give the count," Dean whispered into her ear.

Why did she have to have the gag? She wanted to tell the man that his count was not something she wanted to count on. At first she was okay with her life going down the drain in an instant, but now if there was a false move in trying to keep her alive and a shot rang out, it would embed within one of her limbs or sections of her body causing a major sting and bloody pain.

"What? Just because we aren't human technically doesn't mean that we can't lose anything or have anything that you worthless creatures do. I mean, what would your mother say?" the shapeshifter grinned, changing into the mirror image of their deceased mother Mary.

"She'd say bitch, that we are doing the right thing. Now Sam!" Dean yelled, tackling Taylor to the ground just as Mary spun around and took a shot, missing its intended target and going into the support beam. Sam grimaced, pulling the trigger and shooting the shapeshifter looking like his mom in the heart, staring at her as she fell forward on her knees and flat on her stomach.

Removing the gag from around her head and in her mouth, Taylor made a big face and small face to get the feeling away. "Never would I have guessed to see you two again," she said, grunting and standing up, pushing Dean's arm from around her waist upon tackling her earlier. "And did you have to tackle me? I mean you said to fall! I would've fallen! Damn hunters…"

'First time I meet actual hunters and find that they are complete control freaks and some are major dicks…hint, hint, Dean.'

As she stood and brushed off herself, Sam had pulled out a small motel shampoo container full of lighter fluid and another that said motel conditioner on it that held salt. After setting it a light with the little matchbook, Taylor sighed, went over to her dropped gun that slid away from the burning corpse and returned it to its rightful home. Heading downstairs, the boys in tow, they stopped by their respectful vehicles before climbing in.

"So this is what you do for a living?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, although I can say the same for you considering the events and the fact you killed its lover. Nice touch there."

"We like to think so," Dean commented.

"And I would like to say that my brother is sorry for calling you a bitch," Sam added, serving him an unwanted expression from the elder. "Also, you seem like you need help in the hunting side of things. We wouldn't mind if you tagged along…"

Tagging along? Tagging along with other hunters and leaving this town, her home behind and everything else? It was almost as if a dream had come true. She would no longer be alone in the hunting world or business and there were a few times were it had gotten risky on the lifeline. What harm would it do to have someone to back her up and maybe teach her some tricks off the record?

"Sure," she said, smiling as she climbed in her car and placed the key into the ignition, hearing it attempt at starting and officially dying. Quickly getting out she bit her bottom lip apologetically. "Do you think you can give me a ride back home though to get my things and such?"

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'Maybe she was right…' Taylor thought as she packed her two duffel bags, one for weapons and the other for clothes and toiletries. 'Everyone I love always leaves…'

Shaking her head, scoffing at the thought of actually believing that something she hunted was right about her when she knew that it wasn't. She had everyone she loved. Her family, however far apart they were in ties and bonding like a normal one, she still had them even at a distance. Stuffing the last article of clothing in her bag and sealing it up, she made her way down the stairs into the entryway, finding Sam and Dean sitting on the couch watching television. Hunting life never allowed certain luxuries, especially the normal ones.

"I'm ready," she announced.

The brothers switched off the tube and stood, walking towards her with their hands in their jacket pockets.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Besides, no take backs when you give an offer Sam. Don't you know that?" she giggled, turning and opening the door, stopping her exit along with theirs at the sight of her twelve-year-old brother Dylan on her front step. "Dylan…what are you doing here? Why aren't you at mom's?"

"Dad's dead," Dylan replied.

Author End Note: Okay so this was supposed to have ended after they killed the shifter, but I decided to be cruel and write a bit more and leave it on a cliffhanger. I know. Cruel. :) Anyways, thanks for reading and please review.