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Dean and the shifter stared each other down, while a very scary and pissed off looking Dennis stared down Leo. Then there was Sam who was handcuffed to the bed with a gun up to his head looking at Dean. If he didn't feel ill equipped at that moment was an under-statement. This was going to go down, and it wasn't going to be pretty. Dennis moved from where he landed in front of Sam, and slowly made his way around the stretcher. The red in his eyes concerned Sam, it was as if he wasn't Dennis anymore, but figured as long as he wasn't going to miss-direct his anger then they would probably be ok. He looked at Dean and saw such anger and hate in his brother's eyes, and heard it in his voice as he spoke.

"Let him go. This is between us now."

Sam felt the gun nudge a little more into his head and it made him wince. He could almost hear the shifter behind grin as he spoke.

"The ultimate show down, finally. I can't wait to finally finish this."

With the gun still at Sam's head, the shifter managed to push the gurney to the side of the wall so the longer of the part was lined against the wall. Sam didn't want to take his eyes off his brother, who even at that moment was giving him strength just by looking at him. Giving him a silent message saying 'Don't worry, I'm here now, and everything will be ok.' Sam felt the gun pull away from his head and felt slightly better. The shifter leaned down into his ear and whispered, "Now you get to watch me as I kill your big brother, then I'll take you as mine."

Sam didn't like the way that sounded. Mine as brother or mine as...something else. Not taking his eyes off Dean, he drew his strength from his big brother before he responded. "You wish asshole."

That's when the first shot rang out.

It made Sam jump, and he wondered where it came from. That's when he saw Dean wince in pain.

"Dean…" Sam's voice was soft, but he knew his brother had been shot. He was nervous as he looked at the blood now oozing out of his brother's leg, then back at his brother, who was putting up quit the façade.

"Don't worry about it Sammy. I've had worse."

Dean was looking at the shifter when he said it, game face firmly planted. It put a smile on Sam's face.

He felt a pull towards Dean, not just as a need to be with him, but a need to help him. Of course he wanted to help his brother when he was hurt, but this was a physical pull towards him, like the one he felt towards Danny earlier. He tried to move but the handcuffs jingled and it brought him back to his current predicament. And that's when mayhem ensued.

Dean shot right above Sam's head at the shifter but the bastard had ducked and moved. Thankfully with the way Dean shot it made him move away from Sam rather than closer to him. Sam went to put his hands over his head but again couldn't. Dam these handcuffs. He couldn't protect himself or Danny for that matter. They were both sitting ducks. His attention was brought to behind him when he heard a commotion, he almost forgot about Dennis and Leo. He turned his neck as far as he could, just to see both men in a fist fight to end all fist fights. Blood was everywhere, and again there was a pull from within him to heal the men. Not so much Leo, but he had a feeling the ability he had to help someone didn't matter if they were evil or not. Once he found out exactly what this 'power' was exactly, he was going to have to learn how to control it. Until then he knew he had to keep his attention on what was going on around him.

He turned his attention back to the gun fire. Shots were being heard and it was hard to keep track of them. He could tell his brother was trying to aim his shots as to keep the shifter away from him and Danny. Again Dean was thinking of Sam's safety instead of his own.

The dam shifter was fast. Dean was an excellent shot, but this thing had Dean's ability plus his own supernatural ability, which made it tricky. Yet the dam thing was dodging Dean's bullets. He looked at Dean and tested the cuffs again. Dam these things.

Dean was in an unsurmountable amount of pain. The shifter aimed true and his bullet hit him in a more meat part of his leg. He wasn't expecting it, but should have known better. He aimed and was able to get the bastard away from his brother and Danny. All he had to do was kill this thing wearing his face, then get the two younger men out of the hospital before Leo and Dennis took the whole dam hospital down with them. He still didn't know what the hell was wrong with Dennis's eyes, or what the hell happened in the morgue, but decided whatever it was, was a story for a different day. Right now he had to focus. He couldn't help but notice Sam struggling to get out of the cuffs. No matter what kind of peril he was in, he always made sure to have his 'Sammy Vision' firmly in place, which kept his brother in his line of sight at all times no matter what. It was ingrained in him since Sam was born. He knew Sam was safe for the moment, and noticed the gun aimed right at his head. He ducked just in time, but the bullet grazed his ear. He looked at Sam who had yelled, then looked at the shifter who was laughing. He saw him run towards Sam again, and with pure instinct raised his gun and fired.

Dean watched as his bullet hit the shifter, right in the heart, and made the bastard fly backward. The whole thing seemed to happen in slow motion.

Sam saw Dean almost get shot in the head. He yelled as he thought the bullet hit true and Dean was a goner. The pull to get to Dean grew and his hands started to shake. He didn't notice the shifter look his way, or even start to move over to him, until he saw Dean's fury ridden face, his gun, and heard the gun shot. He thought Dean was hurt worse than he was, thankfully he wasn't. He looked behind him just to see the bullet hit the shifter right in the heart, and was able to watch him fly backwards, and fall to the ground. He was brought out of his stupor when strong hands gripped his face and familiar eyes were staring into his.

"Earth to Sammy you with me?"

Sam looked at Dean but couldn't focus. He felt as though he was drugged and swore he could see a slight red aura around his brother.

"Dean?"

"Yeah Sammy it's me, we're getting out of here."

He felt Dean push his stretcher towards the elevator and his senses started coming back to him.

"What about the shifter?"

"He's dead, silver bullet to the heart."

Dean couldn't help but smile knowing the bastard was dead. He had put them all through so much shit, especially Sam. He had the nerve to wear the face of their old enemy Jason, as well as imitate Dean. He didn't know exactly what had happened to Sam during his captivity, and he was sure once Sam tells him everything he will want to bring the shifter back again just to kill him slowly, but until then he had a couple little brothers to whisk away before the hospital fell.

As Dean got himself and the stretcher in the elevator, he looked at Leo and Dennis as they were locked in a battle only meant for the gods. They were so screwed.

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