A/N: Sorry for not posting in... Three months? Four? Anyway, since last year... That is a lot. Anyway, this chapter is for my first reviewer musician216 for motivating me to revise and post this new chapter. I decided this story would only be about season two (even if I added season one to the title) and I'll post "Unearthly: Season 2" when this story is over. I might or might not update often so expect really short lapses of time between chapters or very long. I do prioritise my other stories. I want to thank everyone who's reading this, it means a lot. I hope you like this story.

musician216: Thank you for reviewing! I didn't really think people would actually love this and I planned on re-writing the whole series before posting again, but hey, you made me start my re-writing earlier! I'm glad you love this story so much.

Hunting a Shifter.

Lola.

"So? Where are we goin'?" Alexandra asked her sister, who was driving their black 1965 Mustang.

"Check my phone," Lola told her.

Alex did. "Liberty, Indiana," she read out loud. "What's the case?"

"Something weird."

"When isn't it something weird?"

Lola chuckled. "Good point, sis'. A bunch of college students were murdered by their respective roommates, but they must have been at two different places at the same time to do it."

"Do you know what we're facing?"

"Nope. But Dean has an idea. He'll talk with Sam, and then they'll tell us." Lola's voice tightened. She didn't like not knowing things.

"Let's drive," Alex said.

Sam.

Dean parked the car then look straight at his brother. "You heard me? Go get the girl, Sammy!"

Sam sighed, knowing he was not going to do what Dean wanted him to, no matter how much he wanted that too. "Sure, Dean."

He opened the door as the girls' Mustang parked besides their Impala.

Alex was the first one to get out. She smiled when she saw him, and he couldn't help but to smile back.

Dean appeared at the same time Lola did. Their relationship was complicated. They were definitely not friends, but they weren't a couple either, even though they acted like one. It seemed like Sam wasn't the only one who had trouble identifying his feelings.

He sighed, and soon, they were all side by side. Sam, as usual, went to get the rooms. There was only one available, with only two queen-sized beds.

The arrangement was still the same. He would share a bed with Alex, and Lola and Dean would share the other. They were never against it, they seemed even pleased sometimes, and apparently Alex didn't mind.

It was odd, though. In nearly every motel they went, there was only one room available, with only two queens. Sam couldn't find an explanation for that, but it hardly seemed like just a coincidence. When you were a hunter, the first thing you learned was there is no such thing as coincidences. It always meant something was wrong.

Sam never shared those thoughts with anyone else, they'd think he was making stuff up. Besides, he probably would upset Alex, and that was he last thing he wanted to do.

The room was like all the others, plain white. Sam and Alex put down their duffel bags, while Dean and Lola threw their backpacks across the floor, for which they received a couple of glares from their respective siblings.

They salted the windowsills, the front door, and did all the things hunters do to keep evil out. When they were done, they sat at the table, and made plans for the hunt.

"So, Alex and I will ask the 'murderer' of the first victim," Lola started.

"And Sam and I will interview the 'murderer' of the second victim," Dean continued.

"We'll also check out the crime scenes," Lola added.

Dean nodded. "And Sam and I will interrogate all the college dudes that are still alive."

"College dudes?" Sam asked.

"You know what I mean, Sammy."

"Anyway," Lola interrupted. "We'll meet at the pub around the corner, okay? We'll keep in touch. Let's go, Lexie." She stood up, and Alex followed her out.

Dean noticed Sam watching after them.

"Dude, come on, you're totally into her," he said. "You gotta do something, man."

Sam shook his head. He was sure nothing good could come out of it. She'd end up like Jess, or maybe something worse could happen to her. He didn't want to risk her life. But she's a hunter, part of him thought. Her life is already a risk.

Still, he couldn't help but feel like he would, somehow, make it worse.

"Whatever, Dean," he said. "Let's go."

Alexandra.

Lola and Alex were already talking to the prisoner. Alex was keeping a professional attitude, and was doing her best to keep Lola from threatening the guy when he did not want to answer a question. They were impersonating a police officer (Lola) and a lawyer (Alex).

"Please, Mr. Whitman. We can help you." Alex was using her best convincing tone while Lola was glaring at him.

"I—I don't know. I told you already. I'm a volunteer at the hospital. I was coming back from my shift and saw him on the ground, covered in blood. I thought he was dead…" He grabbed his head as if the memory was hurting him. Then again, it probably was.

"Is that it?" Lola asked in a hard, almost bored voice.

Alex knew her sister wasn't bored., just impatient She wanted to know what was that misterious creature, and she would do anything to get the information.

"Y—Yes," the guy answered.

"What about the murder weapons?"

The guy looked at Lola, panick-streaken. "I never touched them! I swear! You have to believe me!"

"We do, Mr. Whitman," Alex said gently.

"But what about the fingerprints in both, the gun and the knife? How do you explain that?" Lola asked tactlessly.

"I never touched them," he insisted.

Alex's phone buzzed in her pocket. It was Sam. Her heart skipped a beat. She knew it was about the case, but Dean could've texted Lola, right? She pushed the thought away, and mentally cursed herself. She knew Sam was different from her first—and last—boyfriend, yet she was still scared of what could happen if she let him in more than she already had.

"We should go," Alex said. It's Sam, she told her sister. "Thank you for your time. We'll do anything in our power to get you out of here." She managed to fake a smile and they left.

Once they were outside, she opened the text.

Sam: Says he was at the library and victim was dead when he came home. Claims to never have touched the weapons.

She sent it to her sister, and then opened a reply for Sam.

Alex: Same here. We'll go look at the crime scenes.

"Actually," Lola said, after having read the text Alex had sent to Sam. "I'll go check the crime scenes. You're going to have some fun."

Alex groaned, knowing when she said 'have some fun' it usually meant 'get drunk and hook up with someone'. She hoped she would just get drunk without having to hook up with anyone. "If tomorrow I have a headache, I'm blaming you."

"Whatever." Lola waved her hand, dismissing her accusation. "Come on, I'll drive you."

Sam.

Dean dropped him off at the pub. Sam rolled his eyes when his brother winked at him. Sometimes, Dean could come up with the worse ideas ever.

He entered the pub, and ordered a beer. He found himself staring at people, not really knowing who he was looking for.

He hated Dean for dropping him there. Sam just wanted to help him on the case, he never asked to be dropped at a pub under the pretense of having fun. He didn't even know why Dean had dropped him there.

Sam figured it out, though, when he saw Alex sitting a few seats at his left, in a corner. "I'm going to kill you, Dean," he mumbled to himself. He stood up and approached Alex. "Hi," he said.

"Sam?" She sounded surprised but also… different. Sam didn't know why. "I'm so going to kill her."

"Who?"

"Lola," she answered. Sam wanted to say something, but she looked pale, even with the dim lights of the pub. "I'm going to be sick," she mumbled and closed her eyes. Only then Sam understood what was happening.

Alex was drunk.

"Maybe we should get back to the motel," Sam proposed.

"I'm drunk, aren't I?" Alex asked, and he nodded. "Okay, then. Let's go." She tried to stand up, and almost fell over. She would've, but Sam caught her.

They walked all the way to the motel—which wasn't much—with Alex leaning on him.

Sam found it weird she would get drunk during the day. It was barely 4:30. Maybe it was some weird girls' code or something. That thought was replaced by the realisation that that is what Dean would've thought.

When they entered the room, the first thing Alex did was to make her way over to the bathroom. While Sam locked the door, he heard her throwing up. It wasn't nice, but when someone pukes, it's never nice.

Alex was leaning against the wall when he went to see if she was all right. Now that he got a better look at her, she really was a mess. What exactly had happened?

"You okay?"

"Maybe. Probably. I don't know," she answered. After that she started mumbling, but Sam could still hear her. "I'm going to kill her. You tell her that for me, Sammy. Tell her…" Then she passed out.

Sam sighed. He picked her up, and laid her down on one of the beds. He thought about what she'd said. She'd called him 'Sammy'. Usually that would bother him. Only Dean called him Sammy. But for some reason, it didn't bother him this time. Maybe because he never really paid attention to people when they were drunk. Some people got aggressive when they were drunk. But this time, he could remember every single world she'd said, and not in that distant way he'd had before with drunk people. It was almost as if she was sober, even though it was obvious she wasn't.

Part of him had an explanation for that, but he dismissed it quickly.

He sighed, again, and picked up his computer. It was obvious there was nothing he could do until Dean and Lola came back. And God knows when they were going to come back. Scratch that. Maybe God didn't even know.

Dean.

"Come on, Dean! You have to tell me something!" She pleaded. "They're innocent and you know it! And I know you have an idea of what we're facing!"

Dean sighed. He didn't want to tell her, partly because he wished it wasn't what he was thinking of, and if he said it out loud, it would become true. But he knew Lola was just being nice, that she could literally torture him until she got an answer. And honestly, that scared him more than the thought of what they probably were facing.

"It's a shapeshifter," he finally said. "Apparently, a really dangerous one."

"What the fuck is that?"

"A shapeshifter?"

"No, that house over there. Of course the shapeshifter!"

Dean chuckled. "A shapeshifter is a human-like monster. Starts out human, but later learn how to change their form to look like anyone they want."

"Scary," Lola mocked. "What else?"

"Well, Sam could do a better summary than I can, but it not only changes their form to look like anyone they want. They literally become that person. They can access their thoughts. They choose the person they change in, and literally she their skin, teeth, and nails."

Lola wrinkled her nose. "That's disgusting."

"I know. Mostly, they have their lairs in sewers."

"What are we waiting for, then?" Lola asked. "Let's kill that son of a bitch."

"Hey, that's my line," Dean protested. "Besides, we can't. Not yet anyway. We still have to interrogate the college dudes."

"College dudes," Lola muttered, amused. "It's fun to say that."

"Oh, shut up."

"How can we kill it?"

"Silver usually hurts shifters—shapeshifters—and also indium and vamptonite. I have no idea what those two are. But it's easier if we find something silver."

"Alex and I have silver bullets," Lola said.

"Yeah, so do Sam and I, but still. Sam knows a lot more about these things than I do. Maybe we should ask him first. What do you think's going on, by the way?" Dean asked.

"I don't know. Anything could happen. If Alex has already started drinking, she will pass out soon. She's never really been much of a drinker."

"Well, that's too bad." They arrived at the parking. "So? Which car do we take?"

"I say we take your Baby," Lola said, referring to the Impala, smirking at the name of 'Baby'.

"All right. But I'm driving."

"I'll worry when you let me drive. Or any random stranger."

"No one drives my Baby other than me," Dean said, though Sam had driven the Impala in some occasions, when they had no place to go, and Dean needed to sleep, while they were still on the road.

Suddenly, Dean grabbed her by her waist, and had her against the Impala. Lola smirked and put her arms around his neck. They kissed, slowly at first, then Dean deepened the kiss. If their siblings had been there, they would've yelled "Get a room!"

It was a good thing they weren't. They only pulled away when they needed air. Dean and Lola both smiled.

When they entered the Impala, and Dean started the car, Highway to Hell started to play.

"This. Is. Heaven," she said. Dean chuckled.

After interviewing the college dudes—"Boring!" Lola complained—they went back to the motel, only to find Alex asleep, and Sam on the computer.

"Alex says she's going to kill you," Sam said to Lola. He didn't even look up.

"I had a feeling she was. Was she drunk when you got there?" Lola asked.

"Yeah."

"Shame. Anyway, we brought food."

"Did you tell her, Dean?" Sam ignored the mention of food, and finally looked up from his computer.

"Yeah, he told me. What else can you tell me about shifters?" Lola sat down on a chair in front of him.

"Well, what has Dean already told you?"

"The basics," Dean answered for her.

"Well, then. Sometimes they can change in a matter of seconds or take up to several hours. They have human urges and vices, such as greed, lust," Sam explained.

"Etcetera," Dean added.

Sam just ignored him. "They can take the form of fictional characters or inhuman characteritics, such as vampire fangs, or werewolf claws. They can also alter their eyes so they ressemble their retinal flare, which is one of their weaknesses, but can only be shown when they are being filmed. Shapeshifting isn't the only ability they've got. Naturally, the have superhuman strength, speed and agility."

"Naturally," Lola mumbled.

"They can also regenerate if they've been hurt by something other than silver."

"Not like the Doctor, right?" Lola asked. "For example, if I cut their hand with steel, the cut would just heal, right?"

"Yeah, basically. If you literally cut it, the hand falling off and all, the hand would just grow again."

"That's gross, Sammy," Dean said.

"Did you forget the part where they literally shed their skin, teeth and nails?" Lola asked. Dean shut up. Sam smirked.

"There are rumors that they eat humans, but Dean and I have never encountered one that did. Also, it reproduces only by sexual contact with a human, and its offspring is assured to be a shifter too."

"Nice," Lola said, sarcastically. "We should hunt this thing tomorrow, then. Let's eat."

He groaned when someone hit his head with a pillow. He immediately grabbed the gun he kept under his pillow and pointed it at whoever was attacking him, like his dad had always said. Shoot first, ask questions later.

"Put the gun away, will ya?" He recognized Lola's voice. He sighed, and did what she said. "That's better. Now get up."

"Don't want to."

"Oh, come on. I've got pie," she said.

That woke him up. He sat on his bed. "Pie?"

"Yep. Apple pie. If you take a shower right now, I'll give you half of mine."

"I'm out," he literally ran into the bathroom.

"Does he know you're not going to share with him?" He overheard Alex saying. He groaned.

"Now he does." Lola answered.

Alexandra.

Her head was killing her. Or it might as well have. Lola gave her two donuts and a coffee.

"I know I sometimes pretend to be a cop, but really, Lola?" She said. Sam, who was still doing some research on his computer, chuckled.

"Shut up and eat, little sis'." Her sister replied.

There were donuts. And coffee. Alex didn't need to be told twice. "Yes, ma'am."

While she ate, Lola and Sam brought her up to date. Just then, Dean walked out of the bathroom. "Where's my pie, woman?" He demanded. Lola raised an eyebrow.

"If you keep acting that way, it'll soon be all over your face." Sam chuckled, and Alex choked on her donut. "You don't want that, do you?" She blinked sweetly.

"I'm sorry. Where is my pie, my lady?" He fake bowed. Alex choked on her donut, again. Then, when she wasn't choking anymore, she started laughing.

"Seriously? What's with you two and Merlin?" She asked them when she'd stopped laughing.

"I could say the same with you two," Lola pointed at her and Sam. "What's with you two and Doctor Who?" They didn't answer, Sam having found a new interest in his computer screen, and Alex in her food. They were both blushing. You're so dead, sis'. She said to her sister. Lola just smirked.

I told you revenge was coming, was her answer.

After they finished their breakfast, they decided they'd go on the Impala. This time, Back in Black was playing.

"I love this song," Lola and Alex said at the same time.

"Well, ladies, you've got a great taste in music." Dean said.

Lola.

All their guns had been loaded with silver bullets. They were ready to kill shifters… or werewolves. Whichever came first. Lola tossed her hair behind her shoulders, and advanced toward what they believed, was the next victim's apartment. They were lucky the building was only four stories high, and their apartment was only on the second floor. They couldn't do anything, but stay outside and watch.

But of course, something had to happen soon. Someone screamed, and Sam was the first one to react, which wasn't normal. Dean usually was.

Sam ran into the building. Then Dean did. Lola and Alex followed, the latter being the last one to enter the building. Soon, they were all separated.

"Dammit!" Lola cursed. "Alex? Alex! Can you hear me?" She yelled.

She heard a very faint, "Yes!" and sighed. She knew her sister could handle the shapeshifter, or at least defend herself against it. Nonetheless, she hated being separated from her sister, not knowing if she really was going to be fine or not. After all, the shapeshifter was dangerous. And what if that one ate humans, like Sam had said?

"Stop it!" She ordered herself, before walking toward the door leading to another room. She lunged at it. Once. Twice. Three times.

The door finally broke, and she opened it, only to find Sam unconscious. "Shit," she muttered. "Sam?" He didn't answer, which meant it really was him. Because if it had been the shapeshifter, it would've lunged at her. She shuddered at the thought, and kept walking. there were two other doors. One leading to the corridor where they'd last seen each other, and the other leading to somewhere unknown. She threw herself against it but it opened immediately, as if it was unlocked. It probably was. The first things she saw was Sam. The second thing she saw was Alex pointing a gun at him.

She wanted to tell her to shoot, but Alex seemed to have it under control.

"Lola?" Alex asked. "Is that you?" Alex was with her back at her.

"Yeah, it's me." She answered. Lola made a step forward, and she barely had time to yell "Shoot!" when "Sam" lunged at her.

Alex did as she was told, though she didn't even have to be told. She'd do anything to save her sister. The shifter fell over Lola, but she pushed away its lifeless body, and sighed. "Are you okay?" She asked her sister. She knew Alex had had a hard time shooting Sam. She must've. After all, Lola was a hundred per cent sure Alex had at least a crush on the boy.

"I should be the one asking you that." Alex smiled.

"I'm fine."

"Sam!" They heard Dean shouting. "Sam, where are you?"

"Over here!" Lola shouted back. The girls walked back to the room where Sam was, and in two seconds, Dean was there too.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. He's still alive, though," Lola said.

"Good," he said. "Are you all right?" He asked Lola.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm fine." Dean made a step toward her and kissed her. She kissed him back. They didn't want to pull away, but Alex cleared her throat, and they knew they had to.

"Have I told you how much I hate my sister?" Lola mumbled to Dean, when their lips were still a couple of inches separated.

"I heard that," Alex said, while she crouched next to Sam. "We should go."

"The son of a bitch is dead already," Lola said, still not letting go of Dean.

"Then I guess we can go back to the motel and pack our things and go elsewhere." Dean wasn't letting go of her either.

"Yeah, either that, or you two can get another room for yourselves," Alex proposed. That made them pull away.

Sam.

"Why do I always get hit in the back of the head?" He complained while his brother drove away from Liberty.

"I don't know, man," Dean answered, "but you have terrible luck."

"You don't know the half of it," Sam muttered, looking out the window.

Dean pulled out of the driveway. Sam supposed he'd forgotten the girls were behind him. "Stop whining, okay? You like her, she likes you, I still don't know why you don't go after her!"

Sam stared at Dean. "How do you know she likes me?"

"It's obvious!" Lola knocked on Dean's window, and Dean rolled it down.

"Hey. What's wrong?" She asked.

Dean stared at Sam for a few seconds, then looked at Lola. Sam got to see a glimpse of Dean's expression. It was the same he had when he claimed to have an excellent idea. Sam cursed under his breath.

"Hey, Lola, do you mind if Sam drives your car? Just this once?" He flashed her a smile.

Lola rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever. The key's on the ignition. If you hurt my Precious, you're dead."

"Your Precious?" Sam asked. "Isn't that from the Lord of the Rings?"

Lola glared at him. "Shut up."

With a sigh, Sam opened the passenger door, got out, and then walked toward the Mustang.

"Hi," he said when he opened the driver's door. "So, my brother has this crazy idea… Would you mind if I—"

"Uh, sure, go ahead," Alex interrupted him. "Sorry." She added, when she realised she'd interrupted him.

"S'okay," he said. He smiled, and Alex smiled back. It probably wasn't going to be as awkward as he'd thought.