We've been in the car for. . . I have no idea how long, I stopped counting a good sixty miles ago.
I'm laying across the backseat, bored out of my mind.
Unfortunately, sleep is not an option.
The nightmares don't happen every time I close my eyes but they are becoming more frequent.
Regardless I don't wanna risk having one when the boys are wide awake and alert. They would without a doubt notice, and then they would drill me about it until I spilt.
I just don't feel like talking about it, its another thing to do with my abilities.
They make me feel less, I don't know, less human. Its starting to scare the crap out of me and I know between me and Sam it scares Dean too. . . So telling is not an option.
I sit up and observe the boys in the review mirror, Sam's reading on his phone, Dean looks deep in though
I wonder how long I can keep this from them. I mean the longest I've kept anything from Dean was about less than a week, he usually sees right through my 'Its nothings' or my 'I'm fines'
-To recap for you, it was my first hunt I was 8, Dean and Dad insisted I was going to get hurt. But me ,as determined as I was to prove them wrong didn't listen. I came out of that one with a few damaged ribs, which If you haven't guessed, I didn't want to tell any of my family members about. I was worried they would think I couldn't do the job, and I wasn't ready for the inevitable 'I told you so' I just wanted my Dad to be proud of me.
About three or four days later I fell asleep on the couch in the room I was sharing with Sam and Dean, Dad was on another hunt. Dean decided to pull an older brother and picked me up to put me to bed. As soon as he picked me up I let out a yelp. I wouldn't tell him what was wrong so he pinned me down and lifted up my shirt to my ribs and saw all of the bruising that had formed. He yelled at me, for what had felt like hours. But I made him promise not to tell Dad. He hesitantly agreed after he saw the look of desperation on my face, he knew that look and it broke his heart because he knew all I wanted was for dad to be proud. He gave me some pain killers along with a frozen bag of peas~
Something hard hits my forehead dragging me from my thoughts, I look down at the blue M&M Dean launched at me, dodging another.
"Seriously De!" I yell more amused than angry. I start picking up the fallen he threw at me and launching them back.
"Alright, I figure we'd hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight" Dean says dodging my M&M attack.
We pull in to a gas station.
He looks over to Sam,who is currently engrossed in whatever he's reading on his phone, and then back to me.
I just reply with a shrug acting like I don't know what's going on with Sam.
When I know exactly what's wrong, Sam is spacing out and Dean is getting suspicious.
"Sam Winchester wears women's underwear" I announce smirking, to lighten the mood. Dean starts laughing
"I've been listening I'm just busy" Sam sighs annoyed
"So you're not denying it" I smirk, now laughing as well
"What are you busy with?" Dean asks
"Reading e-mails" Sam sighs
Dean steps out to pump gas
"E-mails from who?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me. I'm usually not the nosy type, but I'm bored.
"From my friends at Stanford, Holly" he answers in a duh tone. Well I guess he doesn't like me being nosy either.
"You're kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies?" Dean leans in the open window.
"Yeah, so" Sam shrugs, defensive.
"Don't you think its just weird" Dean sighs
"No" Sam says looking back at me "Do you think its weird?" He questions.
I think about it before giving a shrug.
"Hey you're asking the wrong girl, remember? . .social outcast. I have no friends. So, this is between you two" I chuckle. Dean walks away
It's not my fault, even before I started hunting other kids saw me as a freak. My family was different and the popular kids just sort of had a radar for different. So I was deemed socially impaired. It didn't matter that I might be saving their lives one day, they didn't know or care about that, all they saw was a freak.
"Well, what exactly do you tell them? You know, about where you've been, what you've been doing?" Dean asks, climbing back in the car. He must've left to pay.
"I tell them I'm on a road trip with my brother and sister. That I needed some time off after Jessica" Sam replies
"so you lie to them" I raise a brow
"No. I just don't tell them everything...half Truth" Sam smirks
"Yeah, that's called lying. I mean hey I get it, telling the truth is far worse"Dean starts
"Yeah like when you tell the truth you get locked in a crazy house with a free white jacket" I throw in.
"So, what am I supposed to do? Just cut everybody out of my life?" Sam asks incredulously.
Dean shrugs in response.
"You're serious?" Sam shakes his head
"Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can't get close to people, Period" Dean says harshly.
"You two are kind of anti-social, you know that?" Sam chuckles
"Yeah, whatever" Dean replies starting the car
Sam goes back to reading "God…." He states
"What?" I ask. Hey its not curiosity, its concern.
"Its an e-mail from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of my friends" he starts
"Is she hot?" Dean asks smirking. I swat his arm
"I went to school with her, and her brother, Zach. She says he's been charged with murder and arrested for killing his girlfriend" Sam starts
"Nice friends" I mumble.
"Yeah, Rebecca says he didn't do it, but it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case" Sam further explains
"Dude, what kind of people are you hangin' out with" Dean chuckles
"No, I know Zach. He's no killer" Sam insists
"Well, maybe you know Zach as well as he knows you" Dean remarks
"They're in St. Louis. We're going" Sam states
"Look, sorry about your buddy, okay? But this doesn't sound like our kind of gig" Dean shakes his head.
"It is our problem. They're my friends" Sam sends him a glare.
"St. Louis is four hundred miles behind us, Sam" Dean sighs
I can tell how important this is to Sam, I'm so gonna regret this.
Sam has a pouting look on his face which I add to with my puppy dog eyes.
When its double trouble, me and Sam together, Dean can never say no.
I lean forward and put my head on the seat between them. Tilting my head towards Sam and looking at Dean.
"Please De, this is really important" I plead
"I can't believe this" Dean says motioning to us. Got him!
"this is ridiculous I am a grown man" He says shaking his head.
"One day that's not gonna work" he scoffs
"Sure" Sam laughs.
"Whatever you say De" I remark.
He smirks and pushes me back. I fall into my seat.
"C'mon Dean don't be a jerk" Sam says
"Bitch" Dean replies
"assholes" I scoff smirking
"Language" all three of us say in unison, me mimicking them. I almost forgot about the Jerk Bitch thing, we haven't done that in a long time.
We fall into a comfortable silence .
"Kiddo we're here" I swat away the hand shaking my shoulder
"Holls!" Sam yells.
I sit up and rub my eyes.
"Where are we?" I ask
"Saint Louis" Dean answers.
"Oh" I didn't have a nightmare, I actually didn't dream at all. I don't even remember falling asleep.
"So this is the killers house" I ask as Dean parks in front of a large house in the middle of suburbia.
I'm surprised there's no white picket fence
"Rebecca's house" Sam corrects "and Zach is not a murderer" He adds as we walk to the front door
He rings the door bell.
The door swings open. A women, who I'm assuming is Rebecca answers. She's a little younger than Sam. She's pretty, blonde hair, brown eyes and tall.
"Oh my god Sam!" She exclaims hugging him
"Little Becky!" Sam greets
She playfully punches his arm, in the way a little sister would. The way I would, a tinge of jealousy runs through me. That's my older brother.
"You know where you can stick that little Becky crap" She laughs
"Becky this is my older brother Dean" Sam introduces
"Hi" Dean says, shaking her hand and giving her that famous Winchester smile.
I shake my head, just stop now De.
"And this is my baby sister Holland" Sam introduces. I step forward shaking her hand.
"Hi, You can call me Holly, and I'm not a baby" I send Sam a bitchface.
"Trust me the baby sister treatment is never going to end. I'm speaking from experience" she chuckles
"You mean they never stop" I say in horror, she just laughs.
"I got your e-mail" Sam mentions
"I didn't think you would show up here" she says sounding upset.
"We're here to help. Whatever we can do" Sam says
"Come in" she gestures. We follow her into the house. Excuse me did I say house, I meat Mansion.
I shift uncomfortably, out of place, wondering what it's like to have this life. Or for Sam to pretend to have this life.
Did he like it more than being with me and Dean? Does he still now? I mean we would never fit into places like this, with people like Rebecca and Zach. But Sam seems to fit in perfectly.
"Where's your parents?" Sam asks Rebecca.
"They live in Paris for half the year, but they're on their way home now for the trial" She explains
"Do you guys want a beer or something?" She asks
"No, thanks" Sam replies
"So, tell us what happened" Sam asks
"Well, um, Zach came home, and he found Emily tied to a chair and she was beaten up and bloody, and she wasn't breathing" Rebecca pauses to keep herself from crying
"So, he called 911, and the police—they showed up, and they arrested him. But, the thing is, the only way that Zach could've killed Emily is if he was in two places at the same time. The police...they Have a video. It's from the security tape from across the street. And it shows Zach coming home at 10:30. Now, Emily was killed just after that, but I swear, he was here with me, having a few beers until at least after midnight" She says getting teary eyed
"You know, maybe we could see the crime scene, Zach's house" Sam offers
"Why? I mean, what could you do?" Rebecca shakes her head.
"Well, me and Holly nothing. But Dean's a cop" Sam lies I shoot him a look.
Dean sighs "Guilty. Detective, actually"
I have cover my mouth to keep my self from laughing.
Sam elbows me in the ribs to try and shut me up but it just makes me want to laugh more I mean Mr.. Epitome of authority problems, a detective? Really?
"Really?Where?" Rebecca turns towards Dean
"Bisbee, Arizona. But I'm off-duty now" Dean covers
"You guys, it's so nice to offer, but I just...I Don't know" She sighs.
"Becca look, I know Zach didn't do it, we have to find a way to prove that he's innocent" Sam says
"Okay. I'll go get the keys" she says, walking up the stairs.
"Oh, yeah, you're a real straight shooter with your friends" I chuckle turning to Sam.
"And Dean's a-Ha- detective" I laugh
"Shut up Holland" Dean scoffs
"Look, Zach and Becky need our help" Sam says attempting to get both of us to shut up
We wait in the impala for Rebecca to come out with the keys.
I sit in the front with the boys. If we're carpooling I don't want to sit with her, that would be awkward
She climbs in the backseat and hands Sam the keys.
We arrive at Zach's
"Are you sure this is okay?" She asks as we park.
"Of course" Dean assures.
I getting ready to follow them out.
"Wait, I don't think Holly should go in" Rebecca states.
I send the boys a look and prepare to retaliate.
But I sigh sitting back. I'm supposed to be a normal 15 year old girl. Normal 15 year old girls don't B&E into crime scenes
"You're right" Sam says sending me an apologetic look in response to my muderous glare
Zach's place was more of a flat. I wait until I can't see any of them.
I sneak around the side alley and pick the lock to the side door. Screw being a normal 15 year old.
I walk into the kitchen quietly.
Dean turns and sees me he motions for me to get out.
I shake my head no in response and motion for him to lead Rebecca away from the kitchen. He sends me a bitchface before leading her away.
There is dried blood everywhere it hasn't been cleaned up.
I run my fingers over a handprint on the counter. I try to focus, feeling myself zone out.
"Zach! Zach! Stop why are you doing this!" I hear who I'm guessing is Emily followed by screaming. It only intensifies. I pull my hand back to my chest but the voices don't stop, they increase.
My head starts pounding I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye.
Its a beat up and bloody women. I refuse to run or scream this time, no matter how scared.
"Holland...Holland " She repeats my name, staring at me.
"Emily what happened?" I whisper.
She stands in her daze. I grab her arm to snap her out of it. She feels solid, like she's human.
"Was it Zach?" I ask
"It was but it wasn't" she pauses " it looked like Zach but it wasn't, you need to go, now" She states. I let go of her arm, she disappears
My head is pounding, my vision blurs. Its getting harder to focus. But I can hear steps heading towards me.
I manage to stand and run for the door making it outside just as Rebecca walks into the kitchen.
I half jog/walk back to the impala where I sit on the ground massaging my temples.
I climb in the backseat.
The three of them walk back to the car. Rebecca sits next to me.
"Oh my god are you okay?" She asks, looking concerned
I looked at myself in the review mirror, for once I actually look how I feel.
I look pale, with bags under my eyes and sweat on my forehead.
"Holly?" Dean calls
"What...yeah I'm fine, just tired" I say
Sam and Dean don't buy it and Rebecca still looks suspicious but she drops it.
"So, the tape. The security footage you think maybe your lawyers could get their hands on it, 'cause I don't have that kind of jurisdiction" Dean changes the subject
"I've already got it, I just didn't wanna say something in front of the cop" She starts, Sam laughs "I stole it off the lawyer's desk. I just had to see it for myself"
"All right Let's go watch it then" Dean says
We get back to Rebecca's house "Here he comes" she points Zach on the TV screen.
Zach enters his house but that's about all I can tell.
"22:04, that's just after, you said time of death was about 10:30" Dean asks
"Our lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tape's authentic...It Wasn't tampered with" she shudders
"Hey, Becky can we take those beers now?" Sam asks
"Sure" she nods, getting up to walk out.
"Hey. Maybe some sandwiches, too?" he asks with a smirk
"What do you think this is, Hooters?" she chuckles.
"I wish" Dean remarks, I scoff in response.
"What is it Sam?" I ask regaining coherency
"Check this out" Sam rewinds the tape.
He pauses it when Zach was looking directly at the screen. His eyes are silver and lit up.
"Well, maybe it's just a camera flare" Dean suggests
"De is it ever just a camera flare?" I ask annoyed at how fast he's trying to dismiss this.
"That's not like any camera flare I've ever seen" Sam sighs. "You know, a lot of cultures believe that a photograph can catch a glimpse of the soul"
"Right" Dean nods.
"Remember that dog that was freaking' out? Maybe he saw this thing. Maybe this is some kind of dark double of Zack's, something that looks like him but isn't him" Sam says
"Like a Doppelgänger" Dean says
"Yeah. It'd sure explain how he was two places at once" Sam states.
"Makes sense. Emily said it looked like him but it wasn't" I say completely forgetting to explain the situation
"Wait you talked to Emily's ghost?" Sam asks with both surprise and concern on his face.
"Shhh" I shush as Rebecca re enters the room.
They talk for a little bit longer before we get in the impala to leave.
As soon as we're at least a block from the house the questions start
"How did you talk to Emily Holly" Sam states. By tone its not a question.
"Well when you guys were in the dinning room, I picked the lock of the side door and I was in the kitchen" I answer
"Wait you broke in" Sam interrupts. I put my hand up to signal for him to let me finish talking.
"I put my hand over the bloody hand print on the counter and I heard Emily screaming. I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It was Emily she was repeating my name and wouldn't answer me-so I grabbed her arm. It was weird like she was solid, and I asked her if Zach did it but she said it looked like him but it wasn't" I say taking in a large breath of air.
"That's the first time I talked to one of the dead and physically touched one, that's why I feel and look like this." I gesture to my body
"Holly why d-" Dean starts but I know where he's going with this
"Because I thought I'm stuck with these damn abilities I might as well put them to use, guys I got what we needed and I don't really want to talk about it anymore" I say with finality.
We get back to the motel, I curl up in a ball on the bed I'm sharing with Dean.
I'm only half asleep when I hear Sam and Dean start talking.
"We need to figure this out Dean" Sam sighs. I imagine him pinching the bridge of his nose, like when he's stressed out.
"Yeah, I know" Dean agrees
"Shes not telling us everything" Dean starts
"I mean what if shes hiding something that can be the biggest clue about what's going on?" Sam says
"I don't know man" Dean states.
"We'll try to get her to talk" Sam suggests
It takes every once of remaining strength I have to not jump up and scream in Sam's face. I'm not the one who should talk. Sam is for all we know he could be the biggest clue. Friggin
Hypocrite. I feel tears start to run down my cheeks as I slowly drift to sleep.
Sam wakes me up at around five in the morning and rushes me out of the motel before I even get to eat. Lets just say I'm not a happy camper at the moment
We drive back to Zach's place
"Alright Sammy, I'll bite, why'd you drag us here at 5 in the morning" I ask annoyed by the whole situation. What can I say I'm grumpy when I don't get to sleep much or eat
"I realized something on the videotape it shows the killer going in, but not coming out"
"So, he came out the back door?" Dean shrugs, annoyed as well. I lean on the hood of the impala next to Dean and rest my head on his shoulder. It is way too early for hunches.
"Right. So, there should be a trail to follow" Sam says.
"A trail the police wouldn't follow" I conclude
" Because they think the killer never left" Dean puts the pieces together
"We get it Sam, but it's 5:30 in the morning" I yawn
"Blood, Somebody came this way." Sam points out.
"Yeah, but the trail ends. I don't see anything over here" Dean says standing up and walking over to Sam causing me to lose my balance
The ground looks clean
"Maybe it can fly" I suggest.
Suddenly a few police cars and an ambulance rush past us. We get in the impala and follow.
There is an Asian man being put into a police car. He looks confused and covered in blood.
"What happened?" Dean asks a women, standing in front of the house
"He tried to kill his wife, tied her up and beat her" she explains
"Really?" Sam asks deep in thought
"I used to see him going to work in the morning" she says, watching him in the car. "He'd wave, say hello. He seemed like such a nice guy" The police drive off.
Sam motions for me to follow him, I scoff wanting to be difficult before following behind him.
There is blood and then nothing, just like last time. Sam looks hopeless
I sigh touching the dried blood. I hear a women scream "your not my husband" She's still alive, that's all I can pick up.
There's a feeling here. I don't know how to describe it, its something inhuman that had her blood on its hands.
I ignore what Sam's trying to say to me, as I continue walking the feeling gets stronger as I reach a manhole covering.
"Hey-'member when I said this wasn't our kind of gig?" Dean's voice snaps me out of my daze.
"Yeah" Sam answers, rolling his eyes.
"Definitely our kind of gig Dean nods
"What'd you find?" I ask
"Well, I just talked to the patrolman who was first on the scene, heard this guy, Alex's story. Apparently the dude was driving home from a business trip when his wife was attacked"
"So, he was two places at once" I conclude
"Exactly. Then he sees himself in the house, police think he's a nut job." Dean smirks
"I'm pretty sure its a shifter" Dean concludes
"But the trail just stops" Sam states
"Not it doesn't, Sam" I say motioning to the manhole
"Well son of a bitch" Dean remarks
"That makes sense" Sam scoffs.
The guys slide off the cover "Ladies first"
"Ugh" I roll my eyes before climbing in. Its too damn early for this.
I drop and look back up, Dean pretends to put the cover back on
"Stop dicking around and get your asses down here" I laugh
"This probably runs right under Zach's house to" Sam realizes
"So, what its using the sewer system to hide out?" I question
"That seems right" Dean says slightly gagging.
I walk over to see a pile of what looks like melted skin mixed with blood.
"Ewe" I grimace"De what the hell is that? Is that a tooth?"
"From the victims?" Sam suggests
Dean pulls out his knife and lifts it a little. This is sick
"Shifters gotta shed kiddo" Dean answers
"Oh god. Ewww" I remark
"Yeah ewe" Sam agrees
"Lets go back for the guns" Dean says
We walk back to the impala and grab all of the guns and ammo which consisted of silver bullets before heading back. I take lead
"I think were close to its lair" Dean states
"How do you know?" Sam asks
" 'cause there's another bile inducing pile next to Holly's face" Dean smirks
I jump back and sure enough, there is. I shoot him a death glare
"That's disgusting" I state trying not to vomit.
"Looks like its been here awhile" Sam gestures to a pile of clothes. I lean over to get a better look
I suddenly was hit with the same feeling, like I had outside when I touched the blood.
An immediate and pounding headache sets in.
Oh no. I glance up to see this thing in the form of the Asian man that the police arrested. Just one itty bitty detail off, this ones eyes are glowing.
Its right behind Dean
"Dean!" I practically screech.
The shifter punches him in the face knocking him down.
The shifter runs, I take a shot hitting its leg. I turn to run but hesitate glancing back at Dean, he spits up blood
"Go!" Dean yells, I nod sprinting after it. I follow the blood trail. I'm faster than both the boys, but even with a leg wound this thing can move.
I arrive at a fork in the tunnel. I pause to listen, I hear the boys behind me, I focus forward. A noise in the tunnel to my left sets the decision for me. I continue to run ignoring the scurrying rats.
I catch a glimpse of it rounding a corner and take another shot, nailing its shoulder blade
I round the corner. . .The shifter is gone, it couldn't have just disappeared
The boys arrive a few minutes later. I continue looking for a way out
I find it
"It went topside, Its been hit twice once in the leg and the shoulderblade. It'll be looking for new skin pronto" I look to the boys for what to do next.
"All right, let's split up" Sam orders
"All right, I'll meet you around the other side, Holly walk back to the car and wait there" Dean says
I nod as all three of us jog off in our separate directions.
I make it out and start my walk to the car, keeping an eye out for any signs.
I sit on the hood of the impala waiting for about 40 minutes when I notice Sam walking back.
He sends a strange glance
"Dean's not back yet?" He asks trying not to sound concerned for my sake.
"His way was shorter too" I nod "he should've been back way before you" I say with clear concern.
"He's probably fine, just screwing around" Sam says trying to reassure me I just nod. My headache is still ragging, which makes me worry about Dean even more.
I notice him approaching
"De, the hell took so long" I ask, pissed.
"Had to be precise" he replies, opening the trunk as we all put our stuff in.
There's something different about him.
This doesn't feel right. . . This isn't my brother. I immediately draw my gun on him.
"What the hell did you do with my brother you son of a bitch!" I yell
"Holly what are you doing!" Sam exclaims
"Its not Dean Sammy" I say
"C'mon do you believe this" fake Dean says motioning to me.
Sam looks at him with unease before raising his gun as well.
"You can't believe this" fake Dean says
"You're not my brother" I state again.
"Oh yeah holly if your so sure why don't you pull the trigger" He says stepping close to me.
He instantly turns around and knocks Sam out with a crowbar from the trunk, and hits my gun out my hand and under a car somewhere.
I pull my silver knife from pocket.
I swing it out and cut the shifters arm. He lets out a scream
"Oh you're a crafty bitch" He smirks
He runs at me and tries to grab me.
I knee him in the stomach and elbowed him in the back. Bringing him to his knees where I kick him in the face.
He lets out a groan of pain along with a chuckle as he spits a out a tooth.
"Sorry Holly" he says as he swiftly stands up and grabs my wrists, I wrap my leg around his and pull bringing both of us to the ground.
The next few minutes consist of a fight for who was pinning who.
He hit me with a simgle punch, lights out.
I come to being tied to a pole by the shifter who is still wearing Dean.
I struggle, wanting to be difficult to tie up and try to get away.
"As much fun as it is fighting with you ... It got old after the first shot, I'm annoyed now so if I were you I would stop struggling Kiddo, 'cause I can just kill you right now" He says. I make a sour face at the use of my nick name.
I still and let him finish tying me up.
I smirk at his appearance He still has dried blood and bruising on his face from our little scuffle, at least I didn't look as bad as him though I can feel the bruise forming on my cheek.
"Where are my brothers." I demand
"You know they don't care about you, well not as much as you care about them. They wouldn't die for you like you would do for them" He taunts
"You're lying. Now where are my brothers." I state again, keeping a level tone
"Kiddo, I know everything that goes on in this head and I know all about you. They suspect you're hiding something but they don't confront you about it when you know if the situation was reversed he would be at Sam in minutes" The shifter smirks
I send him a sarcastic smile "shut the fuck up...and Tell me where my brothers are" I say staring him in the eye
"You're no fun" he scoffs tying a gag around my mouth
"Holly, Dean" I hear Sam say groggily.
He turns his head and sees me tied up with the shifter in front of me
"Leave her alone! You son of a bitch!" Sam yells
"Don't worry about her, you never do. Worry about you" it says. I wink at Sam as a signal I'm okay
"Where the hell is my brother?" Sam asks
"You don't really want to know" it chuckles.
"I swear, the more I learn about you and your family... Well lets just say I thought I came from a bad background"
"What do you mean, learn?" Sam asks. The shape shifter smirks and grabs his head in his hands.
What the hell
"He's sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home" he says, shaking his head at Sam.
"I mean, I had to stay home. With Dad. You don't think I had dreams of my own? But Dad needed me. Where the hell were you?"
"Where is my brother?" Sam asks, remaining level although I can tell he's about to explode
"I am your brother" it grins, leaning close to Sam.
"See, deep down, I'm just jealous. You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I'm a freak. And sooner or later, everybody's gonna leave me"
"What are you talking' about?" Sam asks
"You left" he says with a shrug. "Hell, I did everything Dad asked me to, and he ditched me, too. No explanation, nothing', just poof. Left me, and Holly. She didn't want me she just wanted you back. Never gave a rats ass about me" he says, glancing at me. "Not that I cared, but, still, this life? It's not without its perks" he laughs. "I meet the nicest people. Like little Becky. You know, Dean would bang her if he had the chance" he pauses, putting a sheet over Sam. He nods at me. "Let's see what happens"
As soon as he disappears try positioning myself to get my knife out of my boot.
Its more complicated and takes longer than I first hoped, but atlas! Victory!
I immediately start at my ropes.
"Holly, you good?" Sam asks. I nod a yes, but I knoe he doesn't believe me.
Physically I'm a little bruised, I've had worse.
But on the inside I'm tore up.
Someone coughing, more like hacking up a lung, brings me out of my slight daze.
"That better be you, Sam, and not that freak of nature" Dean's voice is a welcome relief. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding
Sam laughs in relief as well, "Yeah, it's me"
"Where's Holly?" Dean asks. Even though he's not with infront of me I can practically see the seriousness on his face.
"Right here tied up next to me" Sam replies
"Is she okay?" Dean asks, no doubt noticing my silence.
"A little banged up but you should see the other guy... No really you should. You're the other guy but it looks like you went a round with a block of cement" Sam chuckles
"Atta girl Holls" Dean says proudly.
I finish cutting myself free. I yank the gag of of my mouth and toss it to the floor in disgust.
"Right until your twin clocked me" I remark cutting Sam lose and jogging over to Dean.
I untie him, he immediately stands and grabs my face in his hands examining every inch of it.
He lightly runs his thumb over the now rather large bruise forming, I grimace.
"Holly I'm sorry" he says
"It wasn't you De." I say, looking at him. I go over every inch of his face, the likeness the shifter achieved makes me shudder.
"We need to get to Rebecca's now he went there looking like you" Sam says
"and he doesn't just look like you he has your thoughts and memories" I shake my head
"Like the Vulcan mind meld" Dean says
"Yeah" Sam answers
We head out of the sewer and start looking for the car.
Dean is ahead of us, Sam grabs my arm and swings me around.
"Holly, I heard everything he said to you" Sam says bluntly "you know its not true, me and Dean would die for you, no matter what"
"Not now Sam" I pull my arm back "I don't want to talk right now, I'm fine" I nod curtly
he doesn't believe me, his scoff makes that clear.
"Come on" Sam says in response to my silence, we catch up to Dean.
"We gotta find a phone, call the police"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa,whoa" Dean stops him. "You're gonna put an APB out on me?" He looks to us shock
"Sorry" I shrug
"This way" Dean sighs. We run down the street. Sam runs to the payphone.
Its Dean that stops me this time "You okay Holls?" He asks "you look pissed"
"I'm fine, I just wanna get this over with" I state. He arches an eyebrow but seems to drop the subject for time being.
"Lets go" Sam leads us away. I have no idea how long its been, seems like eternity.
We walk past a TV store, all are tuned to the news. Dean stops
"An anonymous tip led police to a home in the Central West End, where a S.W.A.T team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. Her attacker, a white male, approximately twenty-four to thirty years of age, was discovered hiding in her home" a reporter reads. A sketch of Dean pops up on the screen.
"C'mon that's not even a good picture" Dean complains
"Its good enough" I sigh grabbing his arm and pulling him down the alley behind Sam
"Come on they said attempted murder. At least we know—"
"I didn't kill her" Dean interjects
"We'll check with Rebecca in the morning, see if she's all right" Sam nods.
"How are going to do that she'll still think De tried to kill her. And there'll be cops everywhere" I point out
"We'll find a way" Sam shrugs
"All right, but first I wanna find that handsome devil and kick the holy crap out of him" Dean practically growls.
Sam stops walking, turning on Dean.
"We have no weapons. No silver bullets" Sam says, looking at Dean like he's speaking another language.
"Sam, the guy's walking around with my face, okay, it's a little personal, I wanna find him" Dean says
"I would like to go another round with him" I blurt out. Dean just looks at me and chuckles
"I'm bettin' he drove over to Rebecca's" Dean says with an annoyed look on his face
"The news said he fled on foot" Sam replies "I bet it's still parked there"
"The thought of him driving' my car…"
Dean says looking like a kid on the verge of a tantrum.
"All right, lets go" Sam says, shaking his head.
"It's killin' me" Dean follows.
"Let it go" Sam sighs.
I smirk getting a punch in the arm from Dean "wipe that smirk off your face" Dean says. I just laugh even more at the disgruntled look on his face
We decide to go around the back of Rebecca's to dodge the cops
"Oh, there she is! Finally, something went right tonight" Dean praises the view of his baby
A cop car speeds around the corner.
"You were saying" I scoff
"Shit" Dean remarks.
I turn around. "We're surrounded."
Dean looks to our only exit, the fence"This way,"
"You two go I'll hold 'em off" Sam says stepping forward.
"What are you talking about? They'll catch you" I stress
"Look, they can't hold me. Just go, keep out of sight. Meet me at Rebecca's and Stay out of the sewers alone" Sam calls back to us "I mean it!"
Dean hops over
"This is stupid" I sigh
"Just go" Sam says, pointing to the fence. I hesitate, but hop the fence anyway.
"Don't move! Keep your hands where I can see 'em" a police officer says. I get a visual of Dean ahead, waiting for me. I sprint forward
"C'mon" he says, walking over to the Impala. I kept watch for any cops. He opens the trunk to get weapons. "I'm sorry, Sam. But you know me. I just can't wait" he chuckles handing me my gun and silver knife which I put back into their respectful places.
"Alright Kiddo" Dean uncovers the manhole.
I keep my poker face strong, masking my anxiety.
I look to my brother, exactly, my brother. Not the shifter. I climb down and wait for Dean fall back behind him with my gun raised.
We enter the room where we were held.
Its an area with candles and chains on the wall. . .Kinky and not in a good way.
I spy another nasty pile on the floor
"Hey gorgeous is that you" I elbow Dean, pointing to the pile on the floor
"Awe that's just gross" Dean complains
I grimace. A sound comes from the corner of the room. We look over to see a person covered with a sheet.
Dean removes the sheet. Its Rebecca, I watch her reaction closely as my silver ring touches.
We untie her
"What happened" I ask her
"I was walking home and I got knocked out and when I woke up that thing looked like me" She crys
"Are you okay, can you walk" Dean asks.
"I think so"She nods
A new headache sets in
"Sam" I say in realization
"What?" Dean asks
"Sam is with that thing! We're supposed to met him remember! He went to Rebecca's" I explain
"Shit!" Dean exclaims
We were out of the sewer and at Rebecca's in minutes that felt like hours.
We approach the front, there's shadows of people moving around inside. Dean steps forward.
"Wait" I say, putting my hand on his chest to stop him. "I have a plan"
"Holly we don't have Tim-" Dean starts but I cut him off
"Dean we're doing it my way" I say with finality.
"You go in around back but give me some time first, he'll think I came alone. I'll take the front and distract him"
"No" He states
"Its our only chance" I shake my head
"Okay, five minutes" he nods before hesitantly walks off
I step right in the front door.
I'm looking forward to landing a few more punches on him, I already picked up a pattern on how the shifter fights. But Dean taught me to be that observant, hell he taught me everything I know so this should be interesting.
I walk in the room to see Sam and the shifter fighting.
He was in Deans form again, I freeze.
Sam yells something to me, he gets pushed into a book shelf and knocked out.
He turns to face me. His eyes are glowing, this isn't Dean I steel my resolve.
"Well hey there Kiddo" he remarks
"Ready for round two" I taunt
"You just can't get enough can you" He says, in a blink he runs at me swinging at my face. I dodge it by less than an inch and drive my fist into his stomach, he doubles over.
I immediately move to kick him, to bring him down completely.
Right before my foot makes contact he turns grabbing hold and flipping me to the ground so fast I barely have time to react
He instantly pins me down, I look to kitchen knife in hand in panic.
I'm so gonna regret this. I head but him hard. It was enough to knock him off balance.
I jump to my feet, he rises as well.
Yeah I'm regretting it, nobody wins in a head but
I fake a left kick and sent a nice right kick straight to his jaw
I without a doubt broke his jaw. I contemplate drawing my gun. . .Too soon.
He lashes out punching at my face again, this time I only half dodge it, weakening the impact but not the blow to the stomach that follows..
I regain balance. We circle each other, both looking like we went a few rounds with a brick wall,
Dean runs in
"Hey!" Dean yells The shifter turns to him and is momentarily distracted.
Now, I take out my gun and shot him three times in the heart.
Maybe a bit overkill but I want to be sure he's dead.
Dean walks over to the dead shifter and takes his necklace back. He sends a nod to the now awake Sam, who looks at me with a pained expression. So maybe he did get that message a few years back about my first shifter kill. Now I can say I've killed both my "brothers"
We're sitting in the impala waiting as Sam and Rebecca are saying their goodbyes outside, lastnight was filled with a lot of silence and little sleep.
Dean sends me a glance.
"So you beat the hell outa me, then killed me" Dean shakes his head
"Damn straight, nobody clocks me" I answer. Dean chuckles
The look on his face switches to serious big brother mode, I swear its like a switch with these two.
"Holly Sam told me" he doesn't break eye contact.
"You can't believe what he said"Dean states
"I know De, but its hard not to" I sigh
"I'm trying, trying to move on. Like I did back in Rhode Island. Its all we can do" I state.
"Okay" he says nodding his head "okay, just keep reminding yourself, it wasn't me, and it wasn't Sam in Rhode Island. We're here with you"
The shifter might have been lying. But he played off of my fears that I care more about my brothers than they care about me.
If its true, well I'm just going to have to live with it.
Because I would fight, sacrifice, and die for these two idiots if it boils down to it, no matter what.