Welcome back for chapter ten, ladies and gents. This chapter will be in Cara's point of view. Hope ya'll enjoy it.
PS: I own nothing but my idea and OCs...unfortunately. Also, the idea of a 'demon cursed with a soul' was kind of a spin off of the whole 'vampire cursed with a soul' thing. That is the only idea that isn't mine and is rightfully Joss Whedon's.
PPS: This will contain spoilers for S1 Ep 6: Skin. We're almost done this episode, I promise.

Rocky Road

The three of us stood next to my car for a few minutes until I heard the sirens of police cars heading in the opposite direction. "We should split up." Dean looked at me with a confused look on his face. "If the cops found the shifter, they are probably shooting at it. Shifters have to kill the original in order to fully become the person they shifted into so chances are, something is going down in Rebecca's house." Dean just nodded his understanding. "If they wound the shifter, he'll shift into the next person he can but he can only do that where he feels comfortable."

"In the sewers." I nodded at Sam.

"So at least one of us has to go down there to look for it. The other two can go see if Rebecca is okay."

"I'll check on the shifter."

"Now wait a minute, Dean, you don't know-"

"You're hurt and Sam knows Rebecca the best. It makes more sense for you two to go to her while I track this shifter." I decided not to argue and just nodded. "Alright. I'll head back down to the sewers to look for it." Dean went to leave but I grabbed his arm.

"You need a weapon, Dean. Going into a fight unarmed is definitely not smart."

"Right. Do you have any on you?" I pushed myself off my door and went to the trunk. I whistled at Sam and he threw me my keys so I could open my trunk. I opened my trunk, pulled out the false bottom and let Dean scan over the small arsenal packed in my trunk. "Wow, that's a lot. Even more than me and Sam have."

"I like to be prepared." I winked at Dean and he quickly turned his attention to my trunk. He grabbed a gun, loaded it with silver bullets and stood back up.

"Alright. Let's get this son of a bitch." I grabbed Dean's wrist before he walk away and gave him a tight hug.

"Be careful, Dean." I pulled away and he nodded at me.

"You two be careful." Sam and I nodded and got into my Cuda to head to Rebecca's house. Sam drove, even though I protested, and we were at Rebecca's house in no time. Sam got out first but I had a bad feeling about this place.

"Something wrong, Cara?"

"It sure feels that way but I don't know what it is. You head in first, okay?" Sam headed inside while I took a look around the outside of the house, trying to figure out why I had such a bad feeling about this. After not finding anything outside, I decided to head inside. The door was cracked open and I could faintly hear Sam talking to Rebecca. Maybe I was just having a bad vibe about this place because I was worried about Dean. I turned the corner to the living room just in time to see, who I could only assume to be, Rebecca smashing a bottle over Sam's head. Wait, that wasn't Rebecca. I grabbed a vase off a side table and chucked it at the shifter, stunning it so I could tackle him to the ground.

"You sure are a pain in the ass, ya know. It's hard to get things done with you around."

"Call it a quirk." My smart mouth earned me an elbow to the face in the just the right spot to make it bleed instantly. He picked me up and threw me towards the wall but I recovered and jumped back to my feet.

"Impressive. Maybe I should steal your skin next."

"I'd like to see you try." I charged but the shifter countered and threw me into a bookshelf, making the top shelves empty on top of me. I struggled to get up, giving the shifter the opportunity to do some real damage to me. He straddled my waist and delivered blow after blow to my face, bloodying more than just my nose and giving me bruises that would show up in the next couple hours. I tried to muster a defense but the shifter was too strong and I couldn't fight back at the rate he was hitting me in the face. My vision blurred but I could tell that the shifter stopped hitting me and was now dragging me through this girl's house.

"Sam and I need some alone time and we can't have you ruining it. Now be a good girl and wait your turn." The shifter threw me into the bathroom and closed the door. I could barely see out of my left eye but I still managed to get myself to a vertical base by using the sink. I looked in the mirror and grimaced; I looked like shit. I knew Sam needed help but I couldn't fight this guy with only being able to see out of one eye so I cleaned myself up the best I could before trying to get out of the bathroom. To my surprise, there was nothing behind the doorknob to keep me from opening it so I quietly made my way back to the living room. I saw Sam on the ground with his hands tied. He saw me but I motioned for him to be quiet so I could, hopefully, get the jump on the shifter. I poked my head around the corner and saw that the shifter had gone back to looking like Dean. Great, now I'm gonna feel like I did back at my house. I had no qualms about beating up someone I didn't know but Dean, he was a whole other story. I looked back at Sam and nodded, letting him know that I was going after the shifter. I crept through the room and ducked behind the pool table, waiting for the shifter to stop moving around. I slid under the pool table and kicked the shifter's feet out from underneath him. He hit the ground and I took the opportunity to kick him in the head so he couldn't get back up. It didn't last long because as I tried to kick him again, he caught my foot and threw me backwards. "Thought I told you to be a good girl." I stood up and swung at 'Dean', missing wildly and earning myself a fist to the stomach. "Come on, you can do better than that." I grabbed a magazine off the table, rolled it up and smacked 'Dean' in the neck with it. He stumbled backwards, giving Sam the opening to go after him with the knife. 'Dean' ducked and countered Sam's attacks, throwing Sam backwards to give him some space. It didn't last before I jumped on his back, hoping to give Sam more recovery time and maybe put 'Dean' in a sleeper hold. My plan backfired as he quickly walked backwards into a mirror, breaking it under our combined body weight. The pressure against the the cuts I had gotten earlier tonight was unbearable and I dropped down off 'Dean's' back. He turned around and smirked at me before throwing me over the pool table onto the ground on the other side. My head was swimming as I watched 'Dean' throw Sam into the same bookcase I was thrown in earlier, causing the shelves to collapse on top of him. I got to my feet, grabbed 'Dean's' wrist and punched him square in the face. He stumbled backwards so I punched him in the face again. I went to punch him again but he grabbed the knife and sliced my hand. I grabbed my hand in pain, making myself vulnerable to attack. Sure enough, 'Dean' picked me up and threw me over the pool table again. Unfortunately, I could only watch as Sam and 'Dean' squared off until 'Dean' tackled Sam over the couch and through a coffee table. I couldn't see Sam but from the way 'Dean' was sitting, it looked as if he was trying to choke him out. I heard someone shout 'hey' so I looked towards the doorway to see the real Dean holding a gun and aiming it at the shifter. The shifter stood up and looked ready to strike again. That was before Dean shot him twice in the chest, sending him flying into the wall behind him. Rebecca ran over to Sam and I still struggled to stand up. Dean looked over at me, shoved something in his jacket pocket and rushed over to me.

"You okay, Cara?"

"Just a cut or two, no big." I was clutching my hands together to try to stop the bleeding but there was no fooling Dean.

"You're bleeding, Cara. That's a bit of a big deal." He went to grab my hand but I stopped him. I shrugged off my jacket, grabbed my knife that I completely forgot about out of the sheath on my ankle and cut the bottom half of my shirt off to wrap it around my hand.

"I'll live, Dean. Honest." He smiled softly at me and helped me up. I looked past Dean at the shifter and I couldn't help but feel slightly upset about seeing someone that looks like Dean lying there dead. But it wasn't Dean and that's all that matters.

Next Day

The next morning came and I knew that Sam and Dean had to leave, I just didn't want to admit it. It felt nice having people with me for once. Sam drove my Cuda to say goodbye to Rebecca while Dean opted to hang back, to say goodbye was what I figured he was doing. I was sitting on the couch when I heard Dean walking into my living room. I turned and smiled at him. "Hey, Dean. Heading out?"

"Yeah. Sam and I are gonna hit the road after he says goodbye to Rebecca."

"You didn't want to say goodbye to her? I mean, you practically saved her."

"Nah. Not my thing. Besides, I'd rather be here with you than hanging around my brother and one of his college friends." I felt myself flush at Dean's words so I looked down in order to hide my embarrassment. "Even though we have to go, I wish there was some way you could come with us. I mean, you seem to know a lot about demons and how to kill them. You'd be a big help to us on the road."

"As enticing an offer as that is, I can't just up and leave overnight. Besides, you're Winchesters so I'm sure you can last a little bit longer before I come joining you guys on the road." Dean's face seemed to light up.

"You are definitely going to join us, though?" I nodded. "That's great! I mean, I love my brother but with the two of us I kind of get tired of seeing his face all the time."

"I know the feeling. I have five siblings myself."

"Wow, busy parents."

"Yeah they were." We both laughed but it died down when we heard a car pull into the driveway, signaling Sam's return. "Guess that's your ride, Dean."

"Unfortunately." I stood up, expecting only a short hug from Dean because that's what his father would do and Dean was definitely shaping himself out to be like his father. I looked towards Dean and was about to say something before he grabbed my face and gave me a deep kiss. I was stunned for a couple seconds but I returned the kiss until I heard my back door open. I pulled away and was about to say something before Dean gave me a tight hug. "Our little secret, okay?" I nodded and wrapped my arms around Dean, never wanting this moment to end.

-FIN-

We're finally done with episode six! One down, a lot more to go. That was a long one, folks, and I hope ya'll enjoyed this one.
By the way, hitting Dean with the rolled up magazine was something I borrowed from Bourne Supremacy. That dude rocks.