Hey guys, so it is 3 am and I cant sleep. If that wasn't enough of a hint I'm just going to tell you that the character of Daisy is based loosely on me. No this won't be a romance fan fic. I cant see Daisy with Dean and I could never take Sam away from Jess even if she is dead.

So any way on with the story…

Chapter 2 - Dean's revenge

Dean was edging down a particularly dark ally way when it happened. It came out of nowhere, giving Dean no time to react.

He and Sam had split up to try and find the thing that had been posing as girls boyfriends to kill them. He had gone left and Sam had gone right. As soon as they had split up he had regretted it. He had a bad feeling about this and given Sam's luck with all the "evil-sons-of-bitches" they had faced in the past it was no wonder he was worried. It seemed to Dean that every time he turned around he was saving Sam from something else.

Not that he minded, after all he was his big brother. It was his job to take care of him. Or a lest it had been his job since that horrible night in 1983 which had sealed the Winchesters fate forever. The night their mother had been killed by some unknown creature, causing their father to go on his crusade to find it. He would never forget the look on their father's face as he had handed Sam to Dean "Take your brother outside as fast as you can! Don't look back! Now Dean, go!" from that day Dean had taken it on himself to protect Sam.

Dean had been thinking about Sam when it had attacked. That was why he wasn't ready for it. It had jumped off one of the over head balconies, on top of him. Forcing Dean to the ground and successfully knocking him out.

The only thing that Dean thought as the creature landed on top of him was "Crap".

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"Hey," Sam called out to her, jogging to catch up, "how do you know about Jess?"

He caught her by the arms forcing her to stop. The strange girl had caught him off guard. He didn't like the idea of someone he had never met knowing their secret but would accept it. When she had mentioned jess, though, he had panicked. Maybe she was a friend of Jess's, he thought to himself. But that wouldn't explain how she knew about Dean or their secret.

"I just do." She said grumpily, pulling away from him, avoiding his eyes. She wasn't sure how she was going to explain her situation to him but she did know that she didn't want to try and explain it when she still wasn't sure herself. Sam looked at her, his eyes full of questions. She sighed, "Look I'll explain everything, when we meet up with Dean. I'm not going through it twice."

Sam seemed to accept this, nodding his head slightly and started walking off in the direction of the Impala. Daisy looked after him sadly sighing again before looking at her feet and shuffling after him.

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When the made it back to the Impala, Dean was already there. He was loading a shot gun in the trunk. As he finished, he swung it over his shoulder.

"Hey," he said, "I was starting to get worried.'

Sam looked at Dean strangely. There was something in his voice that wasn't quite right and something in the back of Sam's brain was screaming at him to pay attention. He shook the thought out of his head and pointed to Daisy.

"This is Daisy." He explained, "I found her in one of the back streets."

"Nice to meet you." Dean nodded his head in her direction. Then turned back to Sam, giving him a questioning look.

"She appeared out of nowhere. Literally." He whispered, leaning towards Dean as he said it. Dean looked over at Daisy as if inspecting her.

"Not really your type." He said. That was when Sam knew something was wrong.

Though Dean loved to joke around, especially about Sam's choice in women, in the last few months, since Jessica had been killed, Dean had been very mindful about how Sam might react to such gags. Now it all made sense, why he had been suspicious. Dean had injured his shoulder pretty bad and now he was swinging gun after gun onto it as if he couldn't feel a thing. Dean might be a quick healer, but no one was that quick. Nothing human anyway.

Sam moved discreetly over to the trunk, reaching for a gun to load it. He kept talking as he put the bullets in, so as not to draw attention to what he was doing. He finished up closing the barrel and making some sarcastic comment about Dean being overprotective, before pointing the gun directly at the fake Deans head.

"Who are you and what have you done with my brother?" he yelled.

"What are you talking about, I'm right here Sammy." He said, no longer trying to keep up the facade of being Dean. "You can't shot me I'm you brother." Sam looked at him. He sure looked like Dean, but he knew it wasn't him.

"You're not him."

"Oh really, how can you be sure that by killing me you wont be killing him to? How can you be so sure I haven't posed your bother." Sam hesitated. He was right he didn't know that. I fact he really didn't know that much about the creature at all.

Unfortunately that moment of hesitation was just what it needed to gain the upper hand. Quick as lightning, it grabbed one of the heavy weapons from in the trunk and knocked Sam over the head. Knocking him out cold.

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Daisy looked around nervously. She had never been to America, though she had wanted to, and she didn't like the idea of her first trip there being in a world where anything was possible. As soon as she had seen Sam's reaction to the joke about Jessica she had known something was up. All of this seemed a bit too familiar. Like she had lived it before. Then she remembered.

She had read about it online. On one of those spoiler sites. It was Dean, or rather, it wasn't Dean; he had been captured and imitated by a shape shifter. Oh no! She thought to herself, that means that something bad is about to happen.

She looked over at them. They didn't seem to be paying to much attention to her. She needed to find something to protect herself with. She edged off around the car. There was obviously going to be a garbage collection soon because there were piles of old things people wanted to get rid of on the side of the road. She made her way slowly until she was out of site then ran over to a pile that looked like the owner had been renovating. Picking up a large piece of wood she started back towards the car. That was when she heard him…

"Who are you and what have you done with my brother?" that was followed shortly after by a thud as someone hit the pavement. She hoped to god that it was the shape shifter but she knew it wasn't. This is it. Now or never, she thought. Taking a deep breath in her snuck up behind the Dean look alike. He appeared to be chuckling to himself. Sam was out cold on the tar seal.

She took one last breath before closing her eyes and swinging the piece of wood like a cricket bat towards his head.

She knew swinging blind wasn't a good idea but she just couldn't bring herself to look. Shortly after she swung the wood she heard a sickening crunch as it made contact with its skull, then another thud a few seconds later, as it sunk to the ground. She ran over to Sam, shaking him, begging him to wake up.

"SAM! Wake up, come on," she whined, panic spreading throughout her body, "Come ON! You've got to wake up. SAM!" she slapped him across the face, he didn't even twitch.

Then she heard the clunking of a pebble hitting the road. She froze. She was almost too scared to turn around. Slowly she turned her head. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the thing posing as Dean, blood poring down the side of his head, looking down on her menacingly, an evil grin plastered across his face. She saw him raise his shot gun above his head and everything went dark…

TBC

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