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Dean moaned and jerked awake.
"Aw, man. I'm gonna be sick," he moaned, seeing piles of flesh. He was obviously in the freak's lair. He tried to move, but found that he couldn't.
"Well, finally. I thought I hit you too hard," Sam smirked.
"Sam. Why?" Dean moaned. Sam smiled.
"Because it was fun," he said. Sam walked up to him without even a limp.
"Your leg," Dean noted.
"Huh?" Sam asked. Then, "Oh, yeah. Poor little Sammy got hurt." Dean stared, momentarily confused. Then, it dawned on him.
"You're the shapeshifter," he said.
"Ding, ding, ding. Give the hunter a prize," the shifter grinned. Then he backhanded the hunter.
"What have you done with Sam?" Dean wondered. He was slapped again.
"Why do you care so much about him? I mean, me. After all, you hardly know me," Sam said.
"Yeah, well. As I'm sure you know, Sam lost his girlfriend. We're just trying to help him out," Dean answered.
"Why? It was my fault," Sam stated.
"No it wasn't," Dean answered. "Some demon killed his girlfriend," he continued.
"Because I left," Sam retorted. Meanwhile, John had doubled back when he had seen no sign of the shapeshifter. He moved to the right passage and began walking down the tunnel. He heard a moan and straightened his stance and cocked his gun. The man heard a moan and he followed the sound. Then, "SAM!" The boy moaned again and was carefully helped up.
"What happened?" John questioned.
"My leg was starting to hurt, so I told Dean to go on ahead. I---I sat down, and then---someone---came at me. Knocked me out," Sam answered.
"Must've been the shapeshifter," John mused.
"Oh, no. You think he's taken my shape and gone after your son?" Sam questioned.
"Most likely. Come on," John said. Back at the shapeshifter's lair, Dean was trying to make sense of everything.
"What do you mean you left?" Dean asked.
"Father and I never got along. So I left," the imposter responded.
"What do you mean?" Dean queried.
"Father wanted me to be just like him---a killer," was the answer.
"What, your dad was Jack the Ripper?" Dean quipped. The shapeshifter slapped him again.
"You are so stupid! My father is the thing you hunt! He took your mother and pinned her to the ceiling!" the creature cried. Dean stared. What? How could Sam lie to us like that? he wondered to himself.
"You monster!" he shouted, struggling against his bonds. The shapeshifter hit him upside the head.
"Shut up, geek," he snarled.
"HEY!" The shifter turned around and John pulled the trigger. The shifter gasped, and then fell to the ground, dead.
"Dean, are you okay?" John asked, untying his son.
"Yes, Sir," Dean answered. Sam helped John finish untying Dean, who was helped up. Dean grabbed one of John's guns and pointed it at Sam.
"Dean! What are you doing?" John asked harshly.
"Get away from us, freak!" Dean shouted. Oh, no. The shifter told him, Sam realized with dread.
"Dean. Report," John barked.
"He's a demon, Dad. The son of the thing that killed Mom," Dean stated. Sam froze and John turned to look at him.