They were a couple of odd balls.
That was all that Marcy could think about after her little get together with Dean and Sam. After the bar, she had walked back to her Prius and sat down in the driver's seat. Trying to figure out her next move. Thanks to Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb, the shifter changed out of its skin and into a new one. The only problem was, where was he now?
Taking in a deep breath she pushed her brown hair out of her face and stared at her reflection in the rear view mirror, trying to collect her thoughts. It had taken her weeks to track him the first time, just how much longer would it be this time around? Marcy growled, slamming her hand onto the steering wheel in frustration, upset that she had let that shifter get away. She was hoping that she could have captured him, interrogate him to find which shifter killed her mother, if it was even a shifter at all. She couldn't give up hope, she just had to keep pushing further until she found the answers she was looking for.
Marcy shifted her weight in the car slightly to pull out her car keys from her pocket. Her hand shoved the key into the slot and made the engine roar to life. With two quick looks around she pulled away from the curb and drove down the street.
By the next morning she was back to square one, sitting by the television to hear or see if there was a body found. When the news came on and there were no reports of killings, she frowned.
'The shifter must be covering his tracks better this time around...' she thought and turned the Television off with an angry growl.
Marcy paced back and forth in front of the television and wished something would come up on the police scanner. Her anger was building up until she couldn't hold it in any longer. She finally snapped. Her small hotel room had paper thin walls, so she was sure that her neighbor probably heard the sounds of her pushing things around and slamming her hand against the wall.
When her little fit of rage was over, she was able to calm down better and gather her things. Today she was hunting, she would find that shifter by any means necessary to do it. Marcy would stop at nothing. Quickly she gathered her stuff and checked out of her hotel room.
Driving around town she noticed the streets were barren, too barren since this should be the busiest times of the year. The cold air was keeping people inside, warm and safe near their fireplaces, not realizing that there was a killer out on the loose. Marcy parked the car and walked around the entire neighborhood, into the town and on the outskirts. There were no signs of the shifter or anything that would tip her off. This town was so small, she was sure that she would have seen or heard something by now. The last thing she needed was for the shifter to already skip town.
Dusk was arriving faster, making her rush around to try and find the son of a bitch. Marcy wanted to capture this creature before all of the daylight was gone. Time was definitely not on her side at this moment. Finally she gave up on foot and decided to stake out the main strip in case if the thing decided to show. Quickly she got back to the car and slammed her door shut.
After a few hours her eyes started to slowly close as the restless night was creeping up on her, until she heard the slamming of a door. Blinking she looked up to see the two men she had met prior. Dean and Sam. She wondered what they were doing on this side of town and were dressed like priests. It confused her as she started up her car and slowly started to pull away from the curb she was at. Wherever they were going, she was going to follow.
"What are...you up to?" she asked herself, staring at the two of them as they argued quietly, but the strained look on their faces told her that it was something serious. "I hope they aren't going after my shifter..." she huffed, not wanting to have another incident like the last one.
She pulled her eyes away for a moment to look at the approaching people that came out of a bar. Marcy watched them carefully and squinted before looking back at Dean and Sam as they talked things out. "I wish I could hear what they are talking about..." she said softly as she grabbed a small bottle of Vodka from the floor and took a swig.
A tap on her window caught her off guard and almost spilled her vodka everywhere. But that wasnt her biggest problem, oh no, the one who tapped on her window was a cop. "Shit" she muttered and rolled her window down just a bit to talk to him. "Good evening officer" she said with a smile.
The officer didn't seem amused as he readjusted his hat on his head. One hand on the bill the other on the back. "You mind telling me what you're doing here?" he asked, eyeing the small bottle in her hand. Marcy groaned and gently placed the bottle down on the floor once more.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she grinned.
The officer grunted and stood straight up, "Im going to have to ask you to get out of the car ma'am," he said sternly, opening the car door for her so that she could get out.
Of all times for her to get arrested, it had to be now while she was on a hunt! Maybe she could sweet talk her way out of this. That always worked in the past. As Marcy got out of her car she stood up and played the shy girl, cops loved the shy ones. "Oh officer...I am so sorry...I had no idea I was breaking the law" she said with a flirtatious smile.
This wasn't going over very well. The cop grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and pushed her down on her car. "Don't speak. I am arresting you for having an open alcohol container in public, loitering and possible prostitution" he growled, slamming the handcuffs onto her wrists.
"Prostitution?! You honestly think I am that kind of girl?" she asked astonished.
The cop smiled, "In this kind of town, anything is possible..." and with that, he pushed her into his cop car and drove away.
Marcy sighed, this was not going according to her plan, not to mention the shifter could be anywhere right now, killing someone and she would not be there to stop it. Sitting up in her seat, she managed to look through the back window and saw Sam and Dean in the middle of the road, like they were chasing the car but then stopped. Why would they be chasing the cop car? They really are a strange bunch she thought and say back down.
When they had arrived to the police station, she was finger printed and placed into a cell. She stared at the cell wall for the longest time and yawned, fighting off the sleep that never got. The cop sat at his desk, watching her intently as the man in the cell next to her was starting to get loud.
"Hey man let me out! I paid my parking tickets! Are you listening?!" he shouted.
It was all enough for Marcy to get up and smack the man around a little. Before she could open her mouth, the cop got up from his seat and reached for the gun in his holster, pointing it at the man he pulled the trigger, sending a bullet straight into the man's head.
Marcy gasped and jumped up from her seat and pressed her back up against brick wall. She was a cornered duck if the cop decided to shoot her. The cop turned and smiled at her throwing the gun onto the ground, "Don't worry my dear, I am not going to use that on you. No. I want the satisfaction of ripping you apart with my own hands" he laughed.
Frowning she assessed her area and tried to think of what she could use as a weapon. As the cop opened up the cell door she looked up at the monitor in time to see the eyes glowing in the reflection. Biting her lip she shook her head, "It's you…I should have known" she said softly as the cell slowly opened.
His laughter filled the quiet room as he got closer to her, "But it takes all the fun out if I tell you" he smiled and picked her up by the neck, squeezing tightly before throwing her on the other side of the wall. "What can I say, I like to play with my food" Before he was able to rip her apart, a loud slamming noise was heard as the door was broke down by a heavy boot. Sam and Dean entered the room with a gun and knife, managing to get the shape shifter off of her body. Dean was giving some heavy hits as Sam went to Marcy's side to see if she was okay.
"Hey…are you alright?" he asked, looking at the cut on her forehead.
Marcy nodded and slowly got up from the ground "Yeah…I'm fine, nothing that I am not used to" she wheezed as she touched her ribs. Standing off to the side she watched as Dean cut the shifter with a silver knife and watched as it howled in pain. Just as he was going to give the final blow, Marcy got closer and held up her hand "Wait! Let me" she insisted and grabbed her knife from the cop's desk.
As she walked over to the Shifter he smiled at her and laughed as blood started to drip from his mouth, "You think this will be over, it will never be over, and our race will consume yours" he hissed. Marcy frowned and held her knife tightly in her hand.
"This is for my mother you sick bastard" she said softly and shoved the knife into his head. Stepping back she watched as the shifter turned into mush onto the ground. A great weight felt like it was lifted off of her shoulders as she caught her mother's killer once and for all. Now she just needed to stay awake long enough in order to figure out her next move.
Her eyes began to flutter as her body decided to give out on her. With the combination of alcohol and her hitting her head pretty hard, it caused her to lose all the coordination she had. Dean was right there to catch her and held her tightly against his chest, "Come on Sammy, let's get her patched up" he said softly and carefully carried her out of the police station.
