Outside the Motel
After a long, cold walk, I finally reached the motel.
Still no clothes to be had, I creeped around to the front window and tried to peer past the curtains to see what was going on. Through a tiny opening, I saw my worst fear come to life. Both Sam and Dean were tied up and my doppleganger was-oh,gross-licking blood off of her fingertips.
Both boys were bleeding somewhat profusely from their arms, judging by the blood stains forming on the floor. Crap crap double crap. Without much thinking and abandoning my tarp, I raced back out to my car, unlocking it using a key I had hidden behind one of the side mirrors. Hello. My name is Raina. I am the Queen of paranoia. I hurriedly popped the trunk and grabbed my spare gun and loaded it with some remaining silver bullets.
The situation was pretty risky, seeing that I had no other choice but to shoot through the window since the motel door was locked, and hopefully not shoot one of the boys. That would be awful.
I crouched at the window and whispered "Father, please help me through this," and aimed my gun. The shifter was just a little to the left of Sam, who was now looking pretty pale due to blood loss. I had officially run out of time, so, I took my best aim and fired.
Inside the Motel, A Few Minutes Before
The circumstances were looking pretty grim for both Winchesters at this point. Sam was barely retaining consciousness, with a pool of blood on the floor. Dean was still upright, but basically the same went for him. His anger was mostly keeping him conscious, every once in a while making a desperate attempt to escape and shout profanities at "Raina," but nothing was working.
They would most likely be dead soon, and Dean felt that it was all his fault. He never should have trusted Raina. The shape shifter case was all but forgotten, and probably would not see an end. Vampire bitch was having just a little too much fun watching the brothers bleed out. She had moved over to the table, cleaning off her hands most likely, when all of a sudden, the motel window burst and Raina went down with a strangled cry and a thump.
"What the hell?" Dean voiced groggily. Behind him, a door was kicked open. "Whoever you are, thanks. Just please hurry!" Dean said weakly, unable to hide his relief.
Now
After I took down the shifter (thank God,) I hurried around to the motel door and busted it open. Sam and Dean were looking pretty death-warmed-over, just from the view behind them. Dean weakly got out something that sounded like thanks.
"Jesus, you guys look awful," I whispered as I leaned down and cut their ropes. Dean leaned over and tried to check over Sam, but ended up falling forward instead, where I stepped in and caught him. The minute he saw who was holding him, his eyes flew open, well as much as they could in his current state, and shoved me backwards.
"Get the hell away from us, you bitch!" he tried shouting.
Sam, who was barely hanging on said "Please, just kill us already."
"Guys, I am not here to kill you, I promise. Do you see that thing right over there that I just shot? Yeah, that is called a shape shifter."
"Wha-? Dean asked.
"Oh my god." Sam said, the whole situation finally dawning on him. With those words, he fell over, blood loss finally getting the better of him.
"Sam!" Dean got out and tried to crawl over to him.
"Hey, hey, hey, I got him Dean." I reassured him. As tall as Sam was, I was actually able to pull him up on the bed.
"Sa-" Dean started, but his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell back to the ground.
"Perfect. Now I got two unconscious Winchesters on my hands." I said to myself while dragging Dean over to the bed.
The next few hours went by in a blur. I used some left over angel mojo to semi- heal the boys, seeing their lives were hanging on by a thread. Then I painstakingly dragged them both to the Impala and laid them in there for safe keeping while I disposed of the body.
I took my car out to a field in the middle of no where and burned the shape shifter, then returned to the motel room and burned some of the carpet where the blood had been. in an attempt to keep the boys away from investigation, since somebody probably heard the raucous. I drove my car into town for a few blocks and parked her, then walked back to the motel, quickly grabbing everything and shoving it in the Impala. Needless to say I was pretty eager to put that town in the rear view mirror. My baby would hopefully be okay until the boys were better.
I brought Sam and Dean to a motel a state over and hooked them up to some blood bags, since they still had a lack of it in their systems. A hospital was just too risky, considering their, uh, injuries. (And yes, I knew their blood types too. Another thing to have to explain.)
While they were unconscious I patched them both up, the shifter having done quite a number with that knife. I was actually very surprised by how long they stayed asleep for after that. For a while I thought they were in comas or something, but luckily, the next day about 7 in the morning, Dean brought himself out of his beauty sleep.
"Good morning sleeping beauty. How are things today?" I asked cheerfully.
"What? Where the- what the heck am I attached to!?" Dean nearly yelled.
"Calm down. They are blood bags Einstein. You were looking a little low on blood when I got to you guys. Shifter did a number on you."
"Oh. Uh. Ya, I guess so. Um, what exactly happened, because last I remember you-well your twin-was cutting into us and then real you showed up in your underwear, if I recall."
"Uh, ya. That is about right. How about you wake up the other princess over there and I can answer some of your questions." With this, Dean visibly winced.
"You okay?" I asked, now concerned.
"Not really, but I think I will live." My concern didn't exactly disappear with that answer. Was it just me or did Dean have a not-exactly-trusting-you look in his eyes?
"Sammy, hey, wake up," Dean said quietly, nudging his brother. It wasn't often that Dean exhibited any sort of tenderness towards his Sam, so I was glad to be sitting there for that.
"Whu? Huh? Whas goin' on?" Sam slurred while trying to prop himself up.
"Rise and shine. Our little friend over here has some explaining to do." Sam looked at me and there it was again, that same look of mistrust Dean had. What had the shifter said? My stomach suddenly dropped when I remembered a specific ability these monsters had. The ability to download thoughts. Holy crap am I in trouble.
About five minutes later, we were all sitting around the room after both boys got something to drink and a snack. My nerves were going crazy and I could hardly sit still.
Finally, Dean broke the ice with "So, can you tell us what happened, because I got no clue."
"Um. Okay. Well first off, I am really really really sorry about all of this. It is basically all my fault. I should've listened to you when you didn't want me off on my own." I said, feeling pretty ashamed.
"Raina, you couldn't have known any of this was going to happen. We should have realized what was going on. I don't think you would have it in you to ever do something like that," Sam said, which didn't really make me feel any better.
"Thanks Sam. So anyway, the shifter got me from behind and I guess dragged me down to the sewers. I am not exactly sure on how much time passed, but when I woke up, it was gone with my phone and gun and all of my clothes, which is why I showed up in my underwear."
"Okay, so that clears that up, but what I really want to know is what the hell was that shifter telling us? I mean it was going on about some crazy crap. It knew about Sam going to college and maybe even about a certain demon our family has been looking for. And then it said that we had no clue who you were, not even a name or where you came from. What was that about?" Dean asked with some anger behind his words.
"Well, shape shifters can basically download a person's thoughts and feelings along with morphing into that person. I don't know where it got the thing about this demon you are talking of, but I knew Sam had gone to college at some point, based on the chatter and how he researches. As for the name and where I came from? Well I am assuming it was talking about itself because unless I have been implanted with fake memories and stuff, I am pretty sure I know my name and history." I assured them, though it was really hard lying right to their faces like that. After my explanation, both boys seemed to visibly relax, not looking nearly as tense as they were when they woke up.
"So, uh, how did we get here like this?" Sam asked, still looking confused on that part.
"Well the mighty mouse that I am, I ended up dragging you two to the Impala and cleaning up everything in the motel room because I knew someone must have heard everything that was going on, motel guests or not. I took the body out to nowhere-land and burned it, then came back and drove you two here, making a hospital pit stop. As soon as one of you is better, I need to head back and pick up my car."
"Wow. You are quite the little criminal I see. One with lots of upper body because Sam over there is not easily moved while unconscious." Dean smiled after Sam passed him annoyed look.
"Well, thanks again for saving us Raina," Sam said weakly, clearly not all the way better.
"So, does this count as getting too dangerous, or can I still hang with you guys? I offer full paid meals if you still need to be swayed." I said hopefully.
"Nah. No swaying required, but I will take you up on that full paid meal," Dean returned.
"Alright then kiddies, let's go grab some sustenance. And that means you too Sam because you ain't looking too hot over there," I mused, then grabbed my jacket and headed out of the door.
I gotta admit..this is not my finest chapter. There was just so much that needed to be said and I needed to move things along as quickly as possible.
