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Just the job
"You're ready?" Sam asked, sitting up, when his brother came into the room, rubbing his short hair with a towel, while a bigger one was around his waist.
"Yeah... I'm ready..." Dean gripped his duffle and went back into the bathroom. Sam shook his head.
"Okay... I'm gonna leave." Dean buttoned his shirt, glaring at his brother. "Since you're obviously not really up to it, you'd be more of a burden... so I'll look for hints by myself." Seeing the hurt look on his brother's face, Dean chewed at his lip. "Try to sleep. I'll be back soon."
"Gah..." Sam let himself fall back into the comfortable bed, pressing his palms against his forehead. His brother was annoying.
And now he was getting a headache... or was it a vision?
"Damn it..." Sam groaned.
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Somehow Dean regretted not taking Sam with him. It was a wonderful place, and though it was still pretty warm in the dark, the fresh, salty smelling breeze felt great on his bare arms and his face. Sammy had always enjoyed the see. And the colorful houses, which were embraced in dim light looked just terrific.
He frowned. The place was so damned crowded. How could anything... supernatural or not... kill a person and dump the body on the beach without being seen.
Dean was looking at a thermometer and a clock which were on a huge brown stone, when he suddenly heard a shout. "Damn it." He cursed, running to the beach.
"Help" A blonde woman shouted. For a second Dean stood there looking at the scene in front of him. There was a bum attacking the woman, trying to get her bag. Nothing supernatural, not even deadly, but Dean ran there though to stop him, when no one else did.
"Let go." Dean shouted, kicking the bum's side, causing the man to double over first, before he ran. Okay... that was easy.
"Thank you so much..." The woman turned to Dean, tears in her eyes, hugging her bag to her chest. "How can I thank you for that?"
Dean immediately smiled at her charming, but didn't really want to go further. "It's okay... I..."
"No... really... please... what about a drink in my apartment?" The woman smiled. She was beautiful. Her blonde, curly hair brushing against her shoulders. "Please... I insist... My name is Sally by the way." She took Dean's hand, shaking it gently. "And my hero's name is..."
"Angus..." Dean responded immediately.
"Okay... Angus... what about that drink?" She asked again.
Looking at the woman, Dean knew where that would end. "Yeah... why not..."
"Awesome."
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"Nice..." Dean nodded, looking at the small living-room.
"Yeah..." Sally nodded, handing the Winchester a glass with whiskey. "Even nicer, when you're around, Dean."
"Thank..." Dean looked up, set the glass on the table, not taking a sip, balling his fists. "Where are you from, Sally?"
"Nowhere specific. I'm on a road trip with some friends of mine." She explained.
"And where are your friends?" Dean's eyes were searching for a weapon.
"You've seen one on the beach, kiddo." The woman turned around, fixing Dean with her eyes. "You're a hunter... aren't you, otherwise you would have ticked out as soon as I called you by your real name. My other victims always flipped when I knew their last-name."
"What are you?" Dean asked, hoping he could deal with it alone.
"No... I'm not telling you that... maybe when you're taking your last breath." Sally set down her glass, too, smiling.
"Christo." Dean said, beginning with his biggest fear.
"I'm no demon-bitch." Sally laughed.
Grunting, Dean fetched his pistol and pointed it at her head. "So... what are you?"
"We'll see." She seemed relaxed, when she attacked.
Guessing that the pistol wouldn't work, Dean let it fall and balled his hands into fists again, defending himself from the kicks and hits.
A well-placed punch into his stomach sent him to his knees.
"You're thinking about your brother... he won't help you." The woman lifted Dean's face. He glared at her and with a fast movement he stabbed his knife into her chest. The woman gasped. "Ouch..." She mocked, sliding the item out of her body again. "Nice try."
Dean smiled at her, seeing the ugly skin. "I've got something better..." He rammed another knife into her body. "Silver... shifter." He pushed the gagging woman away, holding his hurting arm.
Then with the woman dead on the ground, Dean fished his cell out of his pocket, dialling.
"Dean..." He heard Sam's shaking voice.
"Are you hurt?" Dean asked, leaving the apartment.
"Where are you?" In Sam's voice was pain and fear. "God Dean... can we... are you already in the hotel?"
"No... you... where are you?" Dean's voice was furious, though he was just worried.
"Can we meet at the motel?" Sam sounded miserable, scared. "Please?"
"Yeah..." Dean hung up.
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When Dean reached the room, Sam was already sitting in it, starring at the door.
"Where have you been?" Dean asked.
"I've seen you... fighting with a woman." Sam rubbed his temples.
"You..." Dean cupped his hand over his mouth, walking over to his little brother, fetching some Tylenol and water on the way. Kneeling in front of Sam, he looked up sympathetic, realizing why his brother had been scared like this. "Hey... take that." He ordered, handing the painkillers to his brother. "I'm okay... okay?"
"What was it?" Sam asked, looking at his brother's new bruises.
"Shapeshifter." Dean stood up again, heading for the bathroom to fetch a cool, wet cloth for his own battle-wounds.
"Can I help you?" Sam asked, seeing his brother wince.
"Nah... I've got it..." Dean looked up. "Sam... focus. I killed the shapeshifter... but something is odd... she told me that she was on a roadtrip with friends... and she was attacked by... by an bum... I think it was show... have you ever heard of shapeshifter... fighting in packs?"
"I don't know." Sam confessed, swallowing the pills. "God... I hate shapeshifter."
Dean could relate. He felt the same way, since one of them had worn his face. "Hey Sam... I have an idea..." Dean turned around to search for something. "I know you're scared that one of them will appear wearing my meat-suite." I'm scared, too. "Now we need something, these things won't be able to adapt to."
"Dean... they're able to download thoughts..." Sam stated. Why have they taken this job?
"Yeah... that's why we need something they can't copy... First of all... we have to stick together..." Dean swallowed. "And in the case we get parted..." Having found a pen and two bandages, he rounded his brother, getting hold on one of his shoulders. "They can't download something, you don't know."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, trying to shove his brother away, when Dean tried to push up Sam's right sleeve.
"Hold still..." Dean slapped at his brother's hands. "This is awkward enough."
"Dean..." Sam turned around a bit to face his brother. "What are you doing?"
"They aren't able to copy clothes... or... other things on men's skin." Dean explained, opening the pen and holding Sam's biceps. "So.. they won't be able to copy a tattoo... neither."
"You've lost your mind." Sam chuckled, feeling the pen on his skin.
"Good... So... I'll bandage it and do me a favor... don't think about what's under the bandage... because they'll look what's underneath."
"And wha.." Sam was interrupted immediately.
"I'll know when the bandage is different... or the look of my... painting changed..." Dean promised. "And you'll know, too." Dean added, lifting his own sleeve.
"Thanks Dean." Sam took the pen.
"Sam... leave it... I'm just reasonable." Dean just turned his face away, sitting down in front of his brother.
"Yeah... of course." Sam let his head hang. "We won't look at this right?"
"Scared I'll see your crappy painting?" Dean laughed.
"Kinda." Sam replayed, looking at his 'work of art'.
He didn't even paint something.
'I miss you calling me Sammy' It just read.
"Bandage it up neatly." Dean ordered.
"What are we gonna do now?" Sam asked when he finished his work.
"I don't know... researching whether all victims wanted to help a young woman who is about to be robbed by a bum." Dean stood up, bringing distance between him and his brother. How would he be able to stick together with his brother without losing control?
"Uhm... what?" Sam asked.
And Dean explained everything what happened earlier.
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