Ok...so only now did i realise that my little star thingos beside the shapeshifters name didnt work. hmph. sorry about that; that must be confusing for you. Thankfully, i dont need them anymore. Sam is sam, Dean is Dean. Just wanted to clear that up.

Nikki

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The silence was deafening as the Dean slumped into his ropes, dead. Sam's hand was shaking uncontrollably.

'Go look at his eyes,' said Brooks. 'If it's a shapeshifter his eyes will glow.'

Sam let the gun fall to the ground with a clatter. He slowly walked over to the dead Dean, and knelt down in front of him. He looked at the other Dean's, to see there reaction, but they had none. He took a deep breath and raised his hand to the dead Dean's chin, and lifted his head up. The eyes were glowing.

'Oh thank god,' cried Sam, letting the head drop. He sobbed uncontrollably on the floor. 'I can't believe I did that.' Brooks grabbed his arm and dragged him to his feet. He watched as Roberts untied two of the Dean's, whose eyes were glowing. Then he dragged Dean from his chair. Everyone but Brooks left the room.

'Dean!' yelled Sam, pulling away from Brooks to embrace his brother. 'Oh god, Dean, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. I can't believe I did it, please forgive me.'

'It's ok, I forgive you…bitch,' Dean said, wishing his hands weren't tied so that he could hug his younger brother back.

'Jerk,' Sam muttered, through tears.

'Oh, boohoo, it's just so heart breaking that I could spew!' Brooks scoffed.

Dean and Sam ignored her.

'We're gunna get out of this, bro,' whispered Dean. 'I working on this plan, but I promise you, we will get out of here.'

'Times up!' announced Brooks. She approached them, gun aimed. 'Untie your brother Sam, then put these on him.' She threw him some handcuffs. Sam glared at her as he hacked at the rope around Dean's wrists, before he picked up the cuffs and locked them on Dean's wrists, behind his back.

'Now go stand over in the far corner of the room,' she ordered. Sam obeyed as she dragged Dean over to a pipe near the other corner of the room, sat him down, and shackled one of his legs to it.

'It's not like I could get away,' Dean said, rolling his eyes.

'Just a precaution. Have a nice sleep; you'll need it for what's coming tomorrow. Oh, and you won't be needing these,' she said, pulling all Dean's paper clips from his pockets. She laughed before grabbing Sam and leaving the room.

'What a bitch,' Dean mumbled, pulling at the leg shackle. He sighed, leaning uncomfortably against the wall, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Brooks pushed Sam a long the dank hallways, stopping in another large room. At the end of the room stood four doors.

'Pick a door,' she said.

He just glared at her.

'Ok, door number two,' she said, unlocking the door and dragging Sam in. 'I have a good feeling about the number Two.' She forced him to sit at the base of a steel pole that stood in the center of the room, and cuffed his hands behind his back around it.

'I suppose you want to know what will be happening tomorrow?' she asked.

'Enlighten me,' Sam said, his voice flat.

'Oh, well, you know, it's quite simple. Four rooms. Four bombs. All Dean has to do is blow up two of them.' She turned to leave. 'It would be such a pity if he picked door two.' The door closed and locked behind her. Sam groaned and rested his head on the pole. This wasn't good.

The next day came all too quick for Dean. He only had a couple of hours sleep, and his arms were numb, but the thought that his brother could die were so scary. He didn't even look up at Roberts entered the room. He felt defeated and empty. His leg was released from the pipe and Roberts pulled him up by his arm and dragged him out the door. Before he knew it he was in front of four doors, and Roberts had uncuffed him.

'Dean, in those four rooms there is a bomb. In one of the rooms is Sam. All you have to is pick two numbers, and press the button.' Roberts said softly, handing him a control. There were four buttons, all labeled.

'This is crazy!' yelled Dean, throwing the control as hard as he could. BOOM. One of the rooms blew up.

'Ooh, there goes room three,' cackled Roberts. 'That wasn't so hard, was it?'

"NO! SAMMY! Oh god, I didn't mean it! What if he's in there!' Dean screamed. His eyes narrowed. 'I've had enough of this.' He charged at Roberts, and Roberts grabbed Dean by the neck, with a death grip. He watched as Dean choked, slowly running out of air, and when he knew Dean could take no more he let go. Dean dropped to the ground, gasping.

'Push a button, Dean,' he said, menacingly. 'Just say a number, and I can push it for you if you really want.'

Dean hesitated. He couldn't find a way out. He was physically and emotionally unable to fight. 'I hate Shapeshifters,' he said.

'Yeah, we get that a lot,' Roberts said, rolling his eyes. 'Hurry up and pick a number before I pick one for you!'

Dean dropped his head in defeat. There was a chance he wouldn't pick Sam's room.

'I…I pick…' he sighed. 'Number two. Door number two.'