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Dean kicked the door one last time, roaring with anger as he did so.
At last, the door swung open, letting Dean Walk through.
He looked down the dark, dank corridor.
'Hello?' he called, walking forwards to find the way out.
He opened a door that was just ajar, to find himself faced with another corridor.
'Where am I?' he asked himself out loud, before reaching into his pocket once again for his phone.
'Sammy? Hey, it's me, are you ok?' he asked, relieved to hear Sam's voice on the other end.
'Dean, where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you!' scolded Sam, and Dean could just imagine him pulling a bitch face at him down the phone.
'Jack jumped me, then I woke up locked in a room, I'm gonna come back downstairs and meet you.' he said, already walking to a flight of stairs that he had just caught sight of.
'Huh. Where's Jack now?' asked Sam.
'I don't know, he wasn't there when I came to, I thought he might've done something to you' said Dean, taking the stairs two at a time.
'No I haven't seen him. I'll see you when you get downstairs, I'll get you a beer'
'Sounds Great! See you soon' promised Dean, reaching the landing and walking down the main corridor to the kitchen.
Sam was sitting in a chair, as was John, who both had very concerned looks on their faces.
'Dean, what happened?' asked John, standing up to talk to his son.
'Dad, it was Jack, he head butted me, and then I woke up in the attic or something. Where is he?'
John looked gave his son a look Dean couldn't quite fathom out.
'Dean, Jack's been helping look for you! He's out in the woods right now, searching. Are you sure it was him that attacked you?'
'Dad, it was definitely him, well, I dunno, it could have been his twin I 'spose, if he had one!' said Dean a little angrily, but then he backed down when John gave him a warning glare.
Sam stood up and walked over to Dean.
'But your ok?' he asked, brown eyes awash with concern for his older brother.
'Yeah I'm fine Sammy, how's your jaw?' returned Dean.
Sam self consciously massaged his face. 'Oh you know- same old same old!' he smiled.
Suddenly Max came into the room, looking around anxiously.
'Everything ok, Max?' asked John, frowning at his friend.
'I hope so...has anyone seen Freddy?'
'What? Now Freddy's missing too?' asked Dean, looking round to face Max.
'He said he was going to the bathroom upstairs, but I haven't seen him since.'
'I'm sure he's fine max' said Sam, smiling at Max.
'Yes, I'm sure too, I just wanted to know where he was, I need to talk to him. Actually I need to talk to everyone, so could you please come into the dining room?' asked Max, motioning the room with his hands.
'Sure' chorused the Winchesters and they followed Max into the room.
All the other hunters were already assembled, minus Jack and Freddy.
Sam and Dean sat down next to each other, whilst John went and perched himself on the arm of a sofa near Max, who stood by a chair.
'I'm sure you're all aware that we killed a Shapeshifter this morning, but I'm afraid I have some rather depressing news for you all. I went to fetch our dearly departed, but on my way back I found the discarded skin of another Shapeshifter. It seems our shifter had a friend.'
There was a rumble of talk as the hunters began to talk amongst themselves, however Sam and Dean stayed silent.
Dean poked Sam. 'I bet the shifter's Jack' he whispered into Sam's ear.
Sam nodded, looking around for the other hunter.
'now, I want you all to be extra vigilant, keep you eyes peeled, and we go out again tomorrow' said Max, raising his voice slightly over the hubbub.
'Also-'Max started to say something else, but was stopped by a yelling that came from upstairs.
'What the hell...?' said Dean, him and Sam standing up as Jack came running into the room, terror in his eyes.
He looked around the room, and as soon as his eyes fell on Dean, he fumbled in his Jacket and pulled out his pistol, aiming it at Dean and flicking the safety off it.
'What the hell are you doing?' thundered John, standing in front of his two boys, intent on protecting them.
'I could ask the same thing to you Dean!' Jack spat, his eyes wide and terror filled.
'I don't know what you're talking about!' growled Dean, moving slightly in front of Sam.
He didn't want him to take a bullet for him, no matter what the reason.
'Right!' sneered Jack.
He then turned to Max and the other hunters.
'I was looking for Dean when I saw something poking out the underside of his bed. I pulled it out, and...And-'he couldn't finish his sentence.
'And what?' Asked Dean, thinking that Jack had gone insane.
'I...I found Freddy! He was stabbed, and stuffed under your bed!' he said; face suddenly contorted with fury as he aimed the gun right at Dean's head.
'Why'd you do it!' he yelled, a tear falling down his face.
Dean stared at him, 'I didn't do it!' he yelped, looking to his Dad and Sam for support.
'He was locked up in a cellar for ages!' growled John. 'Now put the gun down!' he ordered. He couldn't believe it. Freddy was Dead? It couldn't be possible.
'No, I want justice!' Jack shouted.
'I WANT YOU TO PAY!' he yelled before pulling the trigger.
Who get's shot?
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