The two Deans and two Sams stood in shock, before simultaneously raising their weapons. But they didn't know where to point.
'Dean…' said Sam. 'Dean man, which one are you.'
'I'm Dean!' both Dean's said. They glared at each other.
'Look, we're obviously not going to get anything out of this,' said Dean. 'But I'm going down to those sewers right now, to go catch me some Shapeshifters. I don't care what the rest of you do.' He glanced over the two Sams and the other him, before walking off. Of course, they all followed.
The sewers weren't very pleasant. Skin was draped everywhere, it was dark, it smelt and there wasn't a very good feeling about the place. Dean, his gun drawn, crept slowly down the skinny hallways, Sam behind him. The other Sam and Dean had headed in a different direction. He slowly rounded a corner and there in front of him, was a human figure. It's eyes clicked over, and as Dean raised his gun it lunged on him knocking his gun away. They began fighting, punching and kicking with all their might. Dean finally got him pinned down.
'Sam! Sammy! Come and shoot the bastard!' Dean yelled. Sam came up, gun drawn. He hesitated. Dean stared at him. 'Shoot him! I can't hold him much longer! Sam…'
Sam's eyes clicked over.
'Oh crap,' moaned Dean.
'Get off him,' Sam said, pointing the gun at Dean. Dean didn't move. 'GET OFF HIM! If you don't get off him, you'll be cause of Sam Winchesters unfortunate death.'
Dean slowly raised his hands and got off the Shapeshifter. It got up off the ground, and grabbed some rope that was lying on the ground nearby, binding Dean's hands behind him.
'Let's go,' ordered Sam.
'Dean?' called Sam softly. 'Dean where are you?'
Dean had been walking behind him a moment ago; how could he just disappear?
'Dean, this is not funny,' hissed Sam. He turned at a noise behind him, catching a shapeshifter unawares. His gun immediately went off, killing it. He continued along the skinny hallways, and came to a door. He slowly turned the handle and went in. It was pitch black inside, but as he reached for his torch, lights flicked on, and the door slammed behind him. He heard the unmistakable sound of a lock being clicked into place. Before he could turn around, his eyes adjusted to the sudden light, and his stomach dropped. Tied to chairs, all in a row sat four Deans.
'Oh my god,' he murmured. 'Is it actually possible for more than one shapeshifter to take on a form?'
'Not normally,' came a voice from behind him. It was Brooks. 'But we're not your average Shapeshifters.' She walked up to him, smiling. 'I'm going to be perfectly straight with you, Sam. We want to cause you and your brother the most pain you have ever felt in your life. We want your last days to be more miserable than you ever imagined. But, we've decided to give you a chance, a chance to gain your freedom. But it won't be easy. Quite simply, you and your brother will be put through some tests, and if you survive all the tests, we let you go.'
'Your joking,' Sam whispered. 'This is a huge joke. Sam, wake up, your dreaming, it's just a nightmare.'
'It isn't Sam. It's not a dream,' said Roberts, stepping into the room. 'And you know what your first task is?' He walked up to him, lifting the hand that held his gun. 'Your going to shoot one of those Dean's, with your own gun. Just one. Let's pray it isn't your brother.'
All the Dean's eyes widened.
'Oh, god,' said Sam, his voice cracking. 'I don't want to kill him…what if I pick the wrong one? I can't do it…I WON'T DO IT!'
'Sam, if you don't do it, we will. We know exactly what chair he's sitting in. If you do it, you're giving him a chance. Just pick a number, raise your gun and shoot.'
Sam closed his eyes, a tear escaping. He opened them again, and ran them over all the Dean's; none of them dared speak. Sam stopped on the Dean sitting in the fourth chair. He raised his gun.
'Sam, Sammy, no Sam, please, don't, dude, it's me,' the Dean begged. 'Look deep down Sammy, it's me, come on man, listen to me, I'm Dean.'
'Dean, if that's really you…I'm so sorry…' Sam sobbed, another tear rolling down his cheek. 'I'm so, so sorry.'
He pulled the trigger.
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I've decided not to post Chapter 10...yet. This is one of the biggest Cliffhangers i have, so i want you all to suffer :)
Thanks to anyone who has reviewed, whenever I read ur kind words it makes me feel so damn good!
Next couple of chaps coming soon...after reviews of course.
Nikki