A/N: Alright for chapter 6! Woohoo! Sorry to leave you guys hanging on that last one, but thank you all for your kind reviews! It really keeps me motivated! And for all you guys who are anxiously awaiting Allyson's back story, rest assured it will be revealed in the next chapter! Hope you enjoy!

Allyson quickly shut off the water flow and snatched a towel from the rack on the wall, grumbling in irritation as she tucked it around her.

The pounding on the door never ceased as she stepped from the bathroom and glanced curiously at the clock.

7 p.m.

It had only been fifteen minutes since she had spoken on the phone with Dean. She recalled him telling her they would be about two more hours, but maybe they had finished up sooner than expected.

Much sooner than expected apparently.

"Sam? Dean?" She called through the locked door. She held her breath as the frantic knocking fell silent, her heart beginning to pound heavily in her chest.

She waited in dead quiet for what seemed like a full minute. She could feel her nervousness growing as every horror movie she had ever seen suddenly decided to come rushing into her thoughts.

"I swear that had better be you guys out there!" Her voice quivered as she raised up onto her toes to peek through the peephole in the door. "This isn't funny!"

"It's me! It's Dean!" A deep gritty voice finally called back from the other side, his stern face moving into her view.

She felt the breath she had been holding rush out of her as she quickly unbolted opened the door for him.

"Why didn't you answer, you Jackass!" She exclaimed breathlessly shoving his chest, "You had me scared to death!"

Dean's eyebrows drew together as he regarded her inquisitively, never taking his eyes off of her as he sidestepped his way into the room.

"Would you stop gawking at me just because I am in a towel?" She laughed, "You act like it's something you've never seen before!"

She turned her back to him as she made her way back toward the steamy bathroom, "Now if you'll excuse me, you interrupted my shower."

She reached for the door knob, jumping slightly as his callused hand reached out and caught hers.

"Gah! Don't do shit like that! It's creepy!" She gasped, turning to face him.

His green eyes bore down into hers, his face still pulled into that odd, tight countenance.

"What?" She smirked, cocking a seductive eye brow at him, "Did you want to join me?"

"I would like that very much." He growled, catching hold of her other wrist and pressing her against the wall with his muscular body.

"Dean!" She laughed out nervously, "A single one night stand does not entitle you to shower with me!"

He began nuzzling his nose into her still slightly damp neck. She could feel his hot, ragged breath against her shoulder. The stubble along his jawline scraping gently against her soft skin.

Normally she would have been incredibly turned on, but something deep inside of her was screaming that this wasn't right.

"Where is Sam anyway?" The wavering high pitch of her voice betraying her uneasiness.

"Oh he won't be back for a while."

Something about the mere way that he answered sent an involuntary chill down her spine and made her chest constrict painfully.

"Dean I don't want to-" She began, tugging futilely against his powerful grip on her wrists.

Dean gave absolutely no acknowledgement to her protests and only pressed himself harder against her petite frame.

"Dean-" She gasped, his teeth nipping painfully at her neck.

Swiftly he pinned both of her wrists against the wall over her head. He held them in an iron vise with one hand, allowing the other to travel down her body and slip under the towel.

"Stop it!" She demanded with as much authority as she could muster, "Stop it, Dean! You don't have a right to do this!"

She flinched when she felt his rough hand enclose painfully around the flesh of her thigh.

"You. Are. Hurting. Me!" She grunted, desperately attempting to writhe from his grasp.

She couldn't help but scream as she was suddenly and forcefully jerked away from the wall and launched across the room and onto one of the beds. Before she even had the chance to register what had happened, Dean was there hovering over her. He made a move to snatch the towel from her body.

Oh hell no! She thought angrily, I am not going down without a fight.

Allyson lashed out a leg in her fury and felt her heel connect sharply with his stomach.

Dean was momentarily caught off guard and Allyson used this as an opportunity to thrust out her other leg and strike him square in the nose.

He clasped a meaty hand over his nose and made a gurgling protest of pain.

Allyson's mind immediately flew to the gun in Dean's duffel.

After one deep strengthening breath, she dove from the bed with hands outstretched toward bag on the floor.

Dean's hand caught firmly onto her ankle just as she jammed her hand into the pile of clothes and felt her fingers curl around the gun's cold metal barrel.

She was violently yanked across the floor, feeling the rough carpet burn the skin on her elbows.

"Dean, STOP!" She squealed in near panic, rolling her body over and pointing the gun at him. It felt cold and deadly and evil in her hands.

"Please don't make me use this…" She whispered.

The look of rage in Dean's eyes, however, confirmed her worst fears as he made a lunge for her.

"Oh God!" She screamed and…

Bang!

She heard Dean let out a hiss of pain as a bullet tore through his right shoulder.

Allyson felt like things had suddenly shifted to slow motion as she pushed herself off the ground and snatched her cellphone from the nightstand. A growling, cursing Dean pounced at her as she ducked into the bathroom, slamming the door in his face.

She huddled against the far wall by the sink and, with shaking hands, began punching numbers into her phone.

She flinched as the door rattled on its hinges as Dean flung his body against it from the other side.

"Come on, come on!" She pleaded as she lifted the phone to her ear and heard it begin to ring.

"I'll call Allyson and let her know we're on our way back." Sam sighed.

After hours of interrogating people and trudging their way through the sewers, the two were still no closer to finding the elusive shapeshifter.

Dean grunted running an exhausted hand through his hair, "I swear this is the sneakiest son of a bitch we've ever tried to track down."

Sam nodded in agreement as he whipped out his cellphone just as it began to ring.

"Perfect timing." Sam remarked, "She's calling me right now."

"Probably to ask what's taking us so long to bring her food." Dean's eyes crinkled with amusement.

Sam smirked as he flipped open the phone and pressed the phone to his ear, "Hey, Allyson, we're on our way back so-"

Sam was cut short by a frantic outburst from the other end of the line.

"Wait, what?" Sam's face contorted with concern and confusion, "No, Dean's with me. How is that possible?"

Dean cut an alarmed glance at his brother who was now obviously distressed.

"What's she saying, Sam?" He pressed.

"Hang on, Allyson!" Sam instructed, "Just stay where you are! We're coming!"

Unable to control himself, Dean snatched the phone from his brother's hand.

"Allyson?!" He demanded, just in time to hear a loud, sickening crash and horrified scream.

Then the line went dead.

"Dammit!" He growled furiously, slamming his hands against the steering wheel and stomping his foot on the gas pedal.

"Allyson?!" A deep, familiar voice boomed through the speaker causing her stomach to churn.

Before she could utter a word the door burst open, splintering at the hinges.

A petrified scream escaped Allyson's lips as she lashed her arms out in a pitiful attempt to fight off her attacker.

"I don't know what the hell is going on, but don't you fucking touch me!" She shrieked, swinging her fists at Dean in a blind fury.

She gasped in pain as Dean's fingers entwined in her hair and he yanked her roughly from the floor. Her fingernails scraped uselessly along the walls as she tried to catch hold of something when he dragged her mercilessly from the bathroom.

He threw her down on the bed once more. She was all too aware of how exposed she was, having lost her towel at some point during their scuffle. She grabbed the bed sheet and wrapped it around herself, though she knew too well that it made her no less vulnerable.

Something glinted out of the corner of her eye and a sharp edge was suddenly pressed against her throat.

"You don't want to do this, Dean." She whispered, casting a glance down to the knife he held to her windpipe.

"Oh, but I do." Dean drawled with a twisted smile.

Allyson squeezed her eyes shut in fear.

Suddenly, the door to the motel room flew open with a loud bang.

"You son of a bitch!" A deep voice barked out menacingly.

Allyson craned her neck slightly to see both Sam and Dean in a defensive stance, guns trained on her assailant.

"What the-?" She breathed as her eyes darted from the Dean by the door to the 'Dean' hovering over her.

Suddenly a shot rang out and the Dean that had attacked her convulsed and then crumpled on top of her. She felt her lungs constrict as his full weight crushed her against the bed.

Only a moment later, however, the weight was gone as the apparently 'real' Dean hauled his look-alike from her body. A look of rage mixed with genuine concern contorted his face.

"Are you alright?" Sam asked breathlessly, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Allyson was once again aware that she was only wrapped in a bed sheet as she pulled the thin cloth tighter around her body. She didn't bother to answer Sam's question.

Am I alright?! She thought in disbelief, He's got to be joking.

Noticing her discomfort, Sam kindly offered her a t-shirt to slip on. She stiffly accepted it, pulling it over her otherwise naked figure.

"What the hell was that?!" She finally shrieked at them, unaware of the silent tears that had escaped her eyes as she leaped angrily from the bed.

"Shapeshifter." Dean growled, his green eyes boring into hers intently.

"I'm sorry, a WHAT?"

The two brothers exchanged a long, apprehensive glance before sighing heavily.

"You'd better sit back down for this." Sam advised.

A/N: So how was that? I tried to make it really tense and dramatic without going too over the top! Please let me know what you think! Thanks for your support and next update will be soon!