At the sound of a gunshot, Brooks entered the room again. She glanced at Sam, who was lying on the floor in a pool of blood.

'Where'd you hit him, Dean,' she asked softly, running her finger down the side of his face.

'I…I wanted to get him in the heart, kill the bastard that was in there…but I was trembling so bad,' Dean said. His voice quickened. 'My aim was so off…I think I got him in the leg.' He turned to face her. 'Why did you let me try kill one of your own? Why would you do that?'

'We didn't need him…he was losing all his special skills,' she explained. She moved close to his ear. 'Just don't forget Dean…your brother is dead, you killed him…there's no way that he's still alive; no way he's coming back. Remember that…'

She gently grabbed his arm and propelled him back towards the confined room. He didn't try to fight; he could remember nothing but the fact his brother was dead. He couldn't remember the horrible treatment that he was given earlier, and he couldn't care less that they had been isolating him, keeping him cramped, making him as uncomfortable as possible.

Once Brooks had Dean safely into the small space, she went over to Sam and checked his pulse. There was a pulse, not weak, but not strong…the thing that mattered was that Sam was alive. Not that she cared. She'd prefer to shoot him and his brother and get them out of their way. She lifted Sam off the ground and slung him over her shoulder (talk about strong!) and left the room, heading back to where Sam had slept that afternoon.

Brooks dumped Sam carelessly on the bed, and left, locking the door behind her. Roberts was waiting patiently outside.

'So, what next?' he asked.

'I don't know…I expected Dean to shoot him,' she replied with a frown. 'But I have him convinced his brother isn't alive. We could use that.'

'How about we have a hunt,' Roberts suggested, his eyes clicking over. 'If Dean is so intent on killing the "Shapeshifter" inside his brother, why not let his brother out, let him run, and we can set Dean onto him.'

'So…once he's dead, what do we do with Dean?' Brooks questioned.

'Well, if we let him go, he would never hunt without his brother…' Roberts suggested. 'Or we could just kill him, but once he's dead he's not in any pain…that was our whole point from the beginning.'

'Yeah, I see where your getting at,' Brooks said, smiling evilly. 'But I'm going to make sure that Dean never forgets that he killed his brother.'

'But what I love most,' Roberts said. 'Is that from now on, whenever Sam sees his brother, he has to run. Imagine your own flesh and blood hunting you down. It would be unbearable.'

Brooks laughed. 'Yeah, probably. All I need is a few days to…prepare.' She rubbed her hands together. 'This is going to be so much fun.'