When Sam awoke, every inch of his body screamed with pain. He was lying on the cold stone floor of his room, his back screaming in protest at all the weight on it. He groggily got to his feet, his right leg burning in pain, his body swaying to keep balance. His hand flew to his throbbing head, touching the stickiness of blood that was still flowing from his temple. He looked down at his bare chest gasping at the wounds the strap had left. He was sure his back was the same. He spotted a clean t-shirt and jeans sitting on the bed and slowly made his way over to them. As he stripped off his bloody jeans, he groaned at the sight of his leg wound. It was still bleeding fast and furious, so he ripped more of the sheet and tied it over the wound before getting dressed.

He sighed and gently lay down, his back still screaming in pain, but he didn't care. He couldn't get the thought of Dean out of his head, all the bruises, the blood; the helplessness.

He jolted back upright at the sound of his door being unlocked, and got to his feet, pressing himself against the wall beside the door. Roberts walked in, carrying a tray of food, and Sam lunged at him, punching him hard in the face. It was only the thought of Dean that gave Sam the strength to fight. Roberts threw the tray at Sam and he ducked, but was punched in the gut. The fierce fight continued on until Sam finally sent a punch to Roberts' temple, stunning him, and then ran out the door, slamming it behind him.

He ran off to find a weapon, and find Dean. Sam wasn't taking any more crap. He was over all of it, so he had decided, this was it; this was the end.

It was only minutes later when he found a weapon. His eyes gleamed with relief at the sight, his hand trembling as he caressed it gently. Finally, something to protect himself with. Suddenly an alarm went off.

'An Alarm!' Sam exclaimed, rolling his eyes. 'What kind of sewers have alarms installed?'

Hearing footsteps getting nearer, Sam ran off into the dark hallways.

Dean awoke with a start as he heard alarms going off. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, trying to think about what had happened earlier that day.

The first thing that came to his mind was 'Sam is dead and I killed him.'

He buried his head in his hands, biting his lip trying to hold back the tears. Composing himself, he glanced up as Brooks rushed into the room.

'Dean, we need you,' Brooks ordered. 'That shapeshifter that looks like you brother is loose. We need you to help catch him. We don't want him dead yet, we just need to catch him.'

Dean's eyes narrowed. 'He still looks like my brother? Even after I warned him?'

'Yes,' Brooks said. 'Come on.'

Dean was on his feet, all the pain was gone, and he was ready to hunt down that son-of-a-bitch Shapeshifter.

Brooks handed him a gun. 'That's only a precaution,' she told him.

Dean took a deep breath. 'Let's do this.'

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From now on, only one chap a day, coz the end is in sight...dont fret i have another one up my sleeve...

Hope u all enjoy this chap :)