AN: I am sorry for not updating. My Uncle died a few days ago, and I just wasn't up for writing, so I didn't. Now, though, I wanted to write, so I finished chapter 10.

Chapter 10

Sam looked at her, confusion clearly showing up on his face, his eyebrow rose up, not understanding. "But it was you. Alex, you and I dated for almost a year. We went out. We were in the same school…" he wanted to add more to what he was saying, but what she told him made him have a thousand thoughts flooding his mind all at once.

"Well, I'm telling you, I never was there. Sam, the last time we talked… it was on the phone. Remember when I told you that you won't be hearing from me for a while? That was the last time we talked. I was on the run. I didn't go to Stanford, nor did I even have any intention of going there," she told him.

"But…" Sam tried speaking. "I saw you. The girl… she looked exactly like you. She acted like you."

"It wasn't. I don't know who it was. It wasn't me, that's for damn sure."

"Man, I just saw two twins, and whew, they're two hot chicks," Dean said, returning to the booth and sat back down, when he did, he saw the look on both their faces. He raised an eyebrow. "What'd I miss?"

Sam and Alex locked eyes, both thinking the same thing.

"What?" Dean asked looking confused when he saw the look on their faces.

"Come on, we'll discuss this back at the motel," Alex said as she grabbed her handbag before she slid out of the booth and headed for the door.

"Sam, what the heck did I miss?" Dean asked also doing the same thing while Sam set some money down on the table.

"I'll explain at the motel," Sam simply said before walking away.

"Dude…" Dean said lifting up his arms before lowering them back down to his sides a second later. He followed Sam.

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"Now, care to explain what the hell I missed," Dean said as he took his jacket off and tossed it on his bed before sitting down on it, his attention on Sam and Alex.

"Ok, we're still trying to figure this out. Back at Stanford, I swore I was with Alex…"

"But I never went there, nor did I date Sam. Or you, Dean," Alex said butting in.

"What?" Dean asked not understanding. "What're you talkin' about? You went to Stanford."

"No," Alex shook her head. "I didn't. I never saw either of you up until that night in the Alley."

"This doesn't make sense," Sam said. "If you never did either of those, how could I have been with you?"

"Shape-shifter, maybe?" Alex shrugged. "I don't know."

"Alex…" Dean looked at her. "Do you have a tattoo?"

"Uh, no."

"Then, that helps us. Whoever it was has a tattoo of…" Dean trailed off. "I don't remember. Anyway, that means this person looks exactly like you. I mean, this girl has your personality and style down to the last detail."

Alex started pacing the room, questions running through her head, but no answers came after those questions. "This doesn't make sense," she said turning to face the brothers again. "How can someone act and look like me when it isn't?"

"Like you said before, shape-shifter, maybe?" Sam said with a shrug. "It's the only way for someone to be you."

"If it was a shape-shifter, why pretend to be me for almost a year?"

"I don't think it would," Dean spoke up. "It would have had a plan. What was it, though?"

"Dean, what happened between the both of you?" Alex asked looking at him.

"Uh, the supposed you took off. One day 'you' were there, but the next day, poof, missing," Dean told her.

"Wait," Sam said.

"What?" both Alex and Dean asked at the same time.

"Alex, didn't your father say that your mom had twins?" Sam asked her.

"Yeah, he did."

"What if it was the twin? What if your twin sister was pretending to be you?"

"There's one problem with that, Sam."

"What is it?"

"My twin died when my mother did."

"Unless…" Dean trailed off. "Are you sure she died?"

"Yeah. I mean, why would my dad lie about her dying?"

"Do you know anyone you could call, like a family member?" Sam asked.

"My Aunt Grace."

"Call her. Get any information you can from her. Because it's possible your twin is still very much alive."

Alex nodded and pulled her cell phone out of her back pocket. She found her Aunt's number. She met their gazes again and they nodded to tell her to do it. She took a breath and then dialed the number she knew so well. "Aunt Grace? Hey, it's Alex. Yeah, hi, how are you? I'm good. I know this is out of the blue, but I really could use your help…"

Dean and Sam continued to sit on the beds and watch, listen, and wait for Alex.

"Do you think it's even possible?" Dean asked Sam. "I mean, if her twin is still alive, why would she pretend to be Alex?"

"That's a question we'll eventually find the answer to…"

After almost an hour, Alex finally got off the phone. She stared at them, an unreadable expression on her face.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

"She never died."

"I think we kind of already covered that," Dean said.

"Then what happened to her?" Sam asked.

"She was kidnapped…"