Dean looked every bit a warrior; clothes torn, face smeared with dirt, cuts and bruises visible everywhere and gun in ready mode. His face was unreadable, but his body language was obvious; I'm on a mission, don't try and stop me. He was overly serious about it; all he wanted was to catch the damn Shifter that looked like his baby brother.
Sam crept silently down the dark hallways, his guard on high alert. He had already come across and killed three Shapeshifters. He was running low on bullets, trying to save them so he could cause Brooks and Roberts as much misery as possible. He was more determined than ever to rescue his brother, get him out of here before one of them got killed. God, all he wanted was to be back on the road, in the Impala, with his brother. Hell, he even missed the non-stop Metallica, and the bags of m&m's Dean always seemed to have with him. As he limped along, he thought of all the fun they had on the road, and how his mind had slowly gone from wanting an education to being with his bro. Sam shook his head slightly. Those times weren't over. They would get of this…they always did.
His leg still throbbing, he went to round a corner, but heard soft footsteps approaching. He flattened himself against the wall, waiting patiently for someone to appear. A shadow came round the corner and Sam lunged at it, grabbing it in a headlock. The attacker flipped him over his shoulder, then pinned him to the ground. Sam fumbled for his flashlight finally getting a hold and shining it at the person, straight in the eyes.
'Dean!' Sam exclaimed. 'Dean, it's Sammy, look at me man!' As the light blinded Dean, Sam kicked him in the side, effectively changing positions and holding him to the ground.
'NO-ONE CALLS HIM SAMMY BUT ME!' yelled Dean, struggling crazily. He punched Sam in the face, and Sam flew back, smashing into a wall. Sam touched the blood now oozing out his lip. He had never seen Dean fight so hard, with such strength.
'Dean, what have they done to you?' Sam said, worried. 'They've convinced you that I'm dead, but I'm not! I swear Dean, look me in the eyes, think of all the good times! Look deep inside yourself; I'm still in there, with you all the way.'
For a moment Dean's face softened as he stared at Sam, but he rubbed his head.
'No,' he said firmly. 'Sam is dead and I killed him.' He glared at Sam. 'and I warned you, to get out of his body. This is the second strike. Three strikes, YOUR OUT!'
Sam was still leaning against the wall. In a second Dean was on him, grabbing his neck, lifting his tall frame off the ground. Sam gasped for air, and at Dean's sudden strength. He looked at his brother's eyes, and his heart sank. Dean was looking straight through him. Dean dropped his grip, but kept Sam pressed against the wall.
'They said I couldn't kill you, but that doesn't mean I can't shoot you,' Dean hissed into Sam's ear. He pressed the gun to Sam's hand and fired. Sam screamed in pain and clutched his hand, slowly sinking to the floor. He stared at the gaping hole in his hand, fighting back tears.
'Quit sooking,' Dean scoffed. 'You don't really care, you can just get yourself a new body.' He hauled Sam onto his feet and pulled out some cuffs, cuffing Sam's hands behind him.
'Move,' Dean ordered, pushing Sam. Sam whirled around and kicked Dean in the gut, then ran off down the hallway. Dean fired wildly, but missed.
'DAMMIT!' He screamed. He ran silently after Sam.
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