Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters but I have managed to make them into something they hunt but in a good way.

(This is the beginning of an arc about a living doll that is killing people so each chapter will continue from the end of the one before it.)

Warning: This is based in an alternate universe where the boys are shapeshifter twins that were adopted by John and Mary after their real parents, close friends of the hunters who were killed by Gordon. They are later adopted by Bobby after the Winchesters are killed on a hunt. He does know they are shifters and has raised them as Hunters, like their adopted parents had been doing while teaching them to be good shifters and how to hide what they are from others.

No, the other hunters don't know they are shifters and they are good at acting human but are fully shapeshifters not human genetically but raised to behave as human by their parents. No, there will be no Lucifer, Michael, or vessel, or leviathan plots in this storyline just the boys hunting as Hunters and shifters.

Yes, there will be Wincest but I will keep it brief and romantic as possible. This isn't that kind of story.

Plot: Dean has lunch with Thom and Sam has a lunch date with Tina. They gather information from both people about the case and the people they should talk to. Then the brothers go to interview the witnesses together as friends of the people or something like that.

Preview of next chapter: Boys visit family members and loved ones of victims. Dean gays up Sam and he retaliates.

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Dean sat with Thom the next afternoon, their lunch going cold as they found themselves too busy to eat it. Thom was helping him come up with a list of people to interview and to try to establish a starting point for their investigation.

"Well, Victoria lived with her grandmother and took care of her. She did have a couple friends she had lunch with here every day after class." Thom answered when Dean asked him what he knew. "Tom Parkhurst lived with his life partner off campus somewhere, I have that address in my computer here. Juliet Winslet was a loner of sorts, she did hang out with a couple girls in class with her. I think she lived with her boyfriend, I saw a guy pick her up before from here. They seemed like a couple, you know? I have that address too. As far as the last victim, Lewis Crane, he was a single father of a grown daughter; he started school late in life, as they say. No family as far I could tell but he did have a friend over in admin, a woman. I think they were sleeping together or something. I got his address too. You want me to print out their files for you?"

"Yeah, I'm going to need those." Dean said chewing the burger and tossing it down in disgust, "This is not worthy of being called a burger, ugh!" He spat the bite into a napkin and made a mental note to get a better one really soon, damn that was nasty! "Hey, do you know if they had a favorite place to go or if they knew each other? That would give us a starting point. So far I can't find squat connecting them."

"Well, they did hang out sometime together at that bar off campus, the Dancing something. I saw them there a few times, they seemed pretty close. They had a study group every Tuesday and Thursday there in the bar. " Thom recalled they had been going there for a couple months, Lewis had mentioned it to him one time, wanted to put out a notice that others could join them there if they needed help with the class work or needed mentoring. He gave Dean the notice flyer that Lewis had given him. It seemed that it was just a paper with a date and times for the study group and what to bring if you were interested in joining. There was also numbers and all their names on it as well. Dean had a feeling it wasn't going to be much help but took it anyway. You never knew what would come in handy until it became that way, so he took it just to be on the safe side. "Such a shame, I really thought they were great kids too. Especially for Lewis's daughter, she's not taking his death well.

Dean reflected mentally that no one took the death of a loved one well. If they did, there was something wrong there. At least in his experience as a Hunter. If a loved one was taking a death real well, they either had a hand in it or just didn't give a damn about the person. Either way, the girl taking her father's death badly was a sign she was innocent of any wrongdoing there.

"You know anything they left out of the reports, anything?" Dean asked, the professor had found the last two bodies and had been a suspect for a while there until they were confronted with his alibi and had to find someone else to look at.

"Yeah, I did but I didn't tell them. They would have thought I was insane." Thom said, he had thought he was there for a bit, too. What he had seen had to have been a trick of light or something.

"What was it?" Dean asked, the man was observant and that made him a witness for them. Hopefully this would give them a clue to what had done it.

"Well, there were footprints in the blood, human sized but not human foot prints. They looked like, damn this sounds insane! Well, you ever seen porcelain dolls and the way their feet are painted and shaped like they are wearing heels or something?" Thom said hesitating, catching Dean's interested look. Great, now Dean thought he was insane, too.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Dean's curiosity was peaked here, this was a real clue! "Go on, Thom, I really don't think you're crazy. I think this will help, honest. I need to know everything."

"They were person sized foot prints in the blood but they looked just like that. And they got smaller as they walked away from the body, the footprints shrank! I followed them and they were really small at the end of the trail, like a doll's feet had made them. I also saw something freaky as I ran out of the door." Thom rubbed his forehead and smiled weakly. "I could have sworn I saw a doll in a lacy dress running down the alley as I was coming out. Damn, that sounds weird."

"We specialize in weird so you're in good company, Thom." Dean was excited now and wrote it down for later. "That will really help us. Can you do a search for Doll shops that may make those types of dolls here in town for me? We should check those out right away."

"So you think a doll did this? That isn't possible!" Thom said but was stopped short by the seriously worried look on Dean's face right now. "Is it?"

"It so is. I've seen some things you would never believe so trust me, it's possible. Could be a possessed doll doing it, honestly." Dean had flashes of Chucky and shivered. He had hated dolls since that movie. He wanted to shoot them every time he saw one since he was 13 years old. Those things seriously were creepy! So yeah, possessed dolls were a possibility. It was even in his parent's journals, it wouldn't be the first possessed doll the Hunters had run across. "Fits the evidence, too."

No trace, nothing found. No fingerprints found either. Nothing to lead to any suspects, just the footprints in blood.

A porcelain doll body wouldn't leave trace either. Now they just had to find it and ice the thing. Dean hoped they did it before anyone else died. They prayed they would find it before then. He considered calling their Dad but decided to interview the others first to have more to go on.

A possessed doll, damn! Sammy would have ammo for weeks after this case was done.

He knew Dean hated dolls and he knew why. He pictured the jerk slipping a Chucky doll in his bed one morning. Yeah, Sammy could be a sick little shit but he loved him. He would just slip a clown doll in Sam's when he least expected it, that would teach him. Yeah, Sammy hated clowns the way Dean hated dolls, porcelain ones especially. He considered using them for skeet practice every time he saw one.

Pull! Shoot! Booom! Yeah, he liked that thought. Maybe Sammy would let him do it to this one at least. Sammy was such a spoil sport about it usually. He was sure Sammy would make an exception this time, maybe even help. It would be a fun brother bonding moment.

Yeah, they had to stop this doll and first they had to find out where it was.

It was time to interview and for that he needed Sam. He smiled as he recalled where Sam was right now. He had finally met a girl that was just his type and Dean decided to let them have time alone right now. They could discuss this later. Maybe Sammy would get a date with her before they left, that would be nice. He hadn't been on a date in months. Yeah, Sammy was picky but he had great tastes in women. Dean knew his tastes were less than good but, damn, Sammy picked the best women!

A woman with a brain would be a nice change for himself. Dean reflected. He might look for one next time they hit a bar, he was curious if he would like it.

Maybe Sammy would be able to help him pick one out. Yeah, Dean knew his radar picked up bimbos but Sammy's picked up the smart ones. He was going to borrow Sammy's radar next time, see how it went. It had to be better than the women he had been picking up lately; damn, they just kept getting dumber, damned if they didn't. He'd pick up one, she'd be dumb but then the next one got dumber and then the next one did the same thing. He really had to work up to a better class of woman!

Someone like Tina maybe.

Speaking of which, Sam ought to be done with their lunch by now. Dean picked up his phone and called Sam to let him know he was on his way to pick him up right after Thom got him the information he had said he would. He just hoped they got this done before someone else died.

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"Oh, yes, my partner here just loves dolls. He lines our bedroom with them! Yours are so fantastic! Wherever did you get them?" Dean teased and Sam fought the urge to kill him in front of Tom Parkhurst's grieving life partner. Yeah, not only was Dean making him seem like a freaky porcelain doll lover but he now apparently was gay; Dean's 'life partner' to be exact. Yeah, he was going to kick his ass later for this ruse, especially if he put that hand around his waist again and kissed his cheek in that 'adoring lover' way.

Sam, however, hid this and played his role. He cooed over the weird ass dolls and even managed to get the address of the doll maker who made them. The guy seemed genuinely broke up about the loss of his lover, so Dean managed to manipulate Sam into a 'shared gay love' hug which Sam didn't mind too much, since the guy just sobbed into his shoulder for the most part. Dean hated this part and, since they were posing as 'friends' of Thom's from the Gay Alliance where the man had volunteered often, they had to assume these roles but they didn't have to like it.

It would have been easier to play if they hadn't been brothers and twins. Ugh, it felt creepy but it got them in the door and got them the address of the doll maker they used.

Next came the grandmother, Dean again played his brother off as loving dolls but let him be a brother in this scenario, so Sam hadn't minded too much. They offered their condolences and her grandmother had a bunch of the creepy dolls. Yeah, Dean wasn't the only one who hated porcelain dolls, Sam did too. He had a different reason though, their eyes always seemed to follow him around the room when he was in the room with them, like now. Sam fought the urge to flee from their following eyes and cooed over the ones that most resembled the sketch that Thom had given them of the doll he had seen in the alley.

Of course, they got the doll maker's address and name. He did however have several vengeful plots against his brother going if he kept insisting that Sam really loved dolls. Gluing his hand to his dick while he slept was not off the table; sure , it was creepy, but no more so than pretending to be his own brother's 'life partner'! Dean would only find that still funny until Sam got pissed enough to plant one on him in a guy's presence and showed him how gay really looked when done right, not to mention if he did it to him in front of a woman, that would ruin any chances Dean had of getting laid anytime soon by any of the women in that particular bar, and he may even toss in a few patented 'Jealous boyfriend' glares to drive his point home, so to speak.

Yeah, gaying it up for a mark with your own brother was right up there with the insinuation that he and Dean did 'everything together'. Yeah, both were creepy and equally disgusting to consider.

They made their way to the friend of the victims saying they were TA's for the professor and worried about them, and the few girls and guys caved fairly quickly and answered all their questions as much as they could but did mention the doll shop again, the same one that the other witnesses had given them the name of.

They had found their doll maker, now the question remained had they done the possession spell or had someone else. The Shifter brothers intended to find out real quick, the bitch had been killing someone every two days now and tomorrow was their deadline but first they had to call Dad and check in. Sam smirked as he watched Dean flirt with a couple very shapely coeds but decided against messing up his sex life tonight. He wanted to wait until Dean least expected it. Right now he did, but Sam was patient, he could wait for his revenge.

'Life partner' my ass, Sam growled, he was going to pay for that little act, he sure was.

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