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Chapter Two

Sam woke up to pain, terrible pain in the side of his head. He could barely open his eyes and thought he might be sick at any moment. His hands were tied behind his back and from the texture and hardness he could tell he was lying on the floor. What happened? Sam thought. The last thing he remembered was going to Jessica's for Thanksgiving.

Then it all came back to him – Dean! Well, a not-Dean, Dean. Finally his eyes began to make out the shapes around him. From his twisted angle on the floor he could see eight feet. Glancing further upwards he recognised them as belonging to the now bound and gagged Moore family.

All four looked unhurt but scared. Finding his voice and slightly lifting his head Sam said, 'Are you guys okay?' He received a slight nod from each of them. His strength gone and the pain becoming unbearable, he let his head fall back down onto the carpet. He could sense that the Moore's were looking at him worriedly.

Before Sam had a chance to reassure them that he would be all right, a sharp kick assaulted him in the ribcage. More than one bone cracked. The not-Dean was back.

'Glad to see you're awake sunshine' he said smirking.

Finally recovering his breath Sam said, 'I'm guessing you're a shapeshifter?'

'Well college boy sure is smart now. That blow to the head must have knocked some sense into you.'

'What have you done with Dean and Dad?'

'Oh, don't worry. They are secure. They're just waiting until I get back with you. I have to teach them a lesson: Don't mess with me, because I will mess with you!'

Sam received another kick, this time to the stomach.

'I think I might have a little bit of fun with you before I reunite you with your family. Not that they will even care about you. You're a bit of selfish bastard. John knows it, Dean knows it and now I know it.'

Sam glanced up in shock.

'That's right Sammy; I can gain access to John and Dean's thoughts. Dean especially resented you for leaving.'

Sam remained silent. This angered not-Dean, and as punishment he grabbed one of Sam's tied up arms and twisted it on an unnatural angle until he heard a break and Sam's whimper of pain.

'Did you know that your Dad thinks you are to blame for your mother's death? Did you know that Dean got offered three different college scholarships? Two for baseball and one for academics.'

'What … what … are you talking about?' stuttered Sam.

Not-Dean laughed. 'Dean never told you, hey? Didn't tell you how smart he really was without even having to study like a nerd like you. Didn't tell you how good he was at baseball? And do you know why he didn't accept any of the scholarships?'

Sam said nothing.

'Tell me why Sam?'

Sam still remained silent.

Not-Dean lashed out violently gripping Sam roughly by the hair and punching him hard in the face several times.

'Tell me why Sam?'

'Because he didn't want to leave Dad. He was never the scholarly type.'

'That's what you really believe Sammy?'

'No. I know Dean.'

'Do you? Do you really? Ever think that fact that maybe he didn't take any of the offers was because he didn't want to leave you. He wanted to make sure he was there to protect you. Ever think the fact that your Dad didn't want you to go to college was because he wouldn't be able to be there to make sure you were safe? See, that's why you are a selfish bastard. Two people who have sacrificed their lives for you and you don't even care about them.'

A lone rebellious tear travelled slowly down Sam's check.

'Well, now I'm going to make sure you pay for your selfishness.' He pulled out Dean's favourite hunting knife from the back of his pants and his eyes glistened evilly.

'Leave the boy alone you bastard!' shouted Allan.

'What did you say?' the not-Dean responded in a slow deep menacing voice.

'You heard my Dad' said Chris.

'Well, it looks like that these people care about you too. I don't know why. Everyone you care about gets hurt because of you. Well, if these people are so eager to come to your aid, let me show them the consequences of interfering in other people's business.'

Not-Dean strutted over to Sam lifting him into sitting position against the back of the couch so that he could face the Moore family. He began punching Sam with full force across the face.

'Every' – punch – 'time you' – punch – 'do something' – punch – 'that ticks me off' – punch –'Sam will get hurt.' – punch – 'So I suggest' – punch – 'shutting your mouths!' – punch.

Allan Moore nodded silently agreeing on behalf of his family.

'Good. Well I'm glad that's settled. Back to business' Not-Dean said picking up the knife.

Jessica turned her head away and closed her eyes just before he stabbed Sam in the right thigh. It did not however block out his screams of pain as the not-Dean struck him repeatedly.


John and Dean drove in silence. They knew every second they were delayed could cost Sammy his life.

Dean glanced from the road sign he had just seen to the speedometer. They were travelling At least 30 miles over the limit. 'Not fast enough' thought Dean.

'Dad! This is the turnoff!' yelled Dean. They had almost missed it travelling as fast as they were in the dark. Dean gripped the door handle to avoid smashing himself against the window when John took the corner sharply.

'Ten more minutes Sammy and we will be there.'

John pushed his foot further down on the accelerator.

'Make that six minutes Sammy.'


Not-Dean may be a shapeshifter, but he still needed to go to the toilet. Sam could hear him whistling as he relieved himself in the bathroom down the hall. Sam was grateful just to get a moments rest from the torture.

If Sam were anyone other than a Winchester he would of prayed for unconsciousness. He was in pure agony. The blood dripped slowed out of his body forming a growing pool on the carpet.

'I'm sorry about your carpet Mrs. Moore' Sam said softly.

'I'm sorry about all of this.' He looked up to find all of their eyes fixed squarely on him filled with pity. Tears fell steadily from Jessica's eyes.

Sam wiggled his hands. His wrist was broken which meant that he could probably work that hand out of the ropes. Sure, it would hurt like hell but he could not sit here and take another beating. He had to defend himself just like Dad had taught him. He had to protect the Moore's and then save Dean and Dad.

Closing his eyes and biting his lip hard Sam pulled on his wrist. Muffling his sobs, a minute later his hands were free. He didn't dare look at his wrist to see how badly broken it was.

Hunter instincts kicked in. The whistling had stopped. The toilet flushed. Not-Dean was returning.

Sam jumped up and searched for any kind of weapon to defend himself. He glanced around and saw a baseball bat on the mantle above the fireplace. It looked like a treasured item but it was all he could find at that moment.

Sam hid himself next to the doorframe; bat in his unbroken hand, ready for the shapeshifter to return. His ears picked up soft footsteps coming down the hall. Then silence.

Sam knew patience was better than curiosity. 'Wait Sam. Wait for them to come to you. Don't give away your position.' All of sudden Sam sensed something behind him. Turning holding the bat high ready to swing when what he saw startled him.

It was himself. The shapeshifter had turned into him.

Without another moment of hesitation Sam swung the bat aiming at the not-Sam's head. He easily blocked the attack smashing the bat back into Sam's face breaking his nose. The blood splattered into the real Sam's eyes temporarily blinding him.

Taking up the moment of weakness the shapeshifter picked up the bat from the ground hitting Sam as hard as he could square in the back sending him flying painfully into the wall.

The not-Sam didn't stop there. He pinned Sam against the wall beating him with the bat all over his body until he slumped to the ground. The shapeshifter knew that Sam was strong but he would be down for quite some time after that assault.

'Okay, Sammy. I've had some fun with you, but do you know whom I could have more fun with – little Jessie over here. She sure looks like fun.'

Sam could barely make out the words he was saying. His entire body throbbed painfully blocking out most noise. But he managed to hear the words Jessica and fun and his eyes widened in horror.

'Leave … her … alone … don't …'

The not-Sam walked over and yanked Sam's head back forcefully by his hair so that their eyes met. 'I don't really think you're in a position to tell me what to do.' Sam made sure that his evil twin's eyes remained fixed on his as he quickly swung his legs out from beneath him knocking the shapeshifter to the ground.

Adrenaline and rage kicked in and Sam forgot about his pain and broken bones. His hands instantly wrapped around the other man's throat as he straddled him to the ground to keep him immobilized. Using his hands around the base of the shapeshifters neck he began smashing his head repeatedly into the ground. 'Don't … you touch … any … of … of … them' he finally managed to say.

With reflexes that Sam had forgotten about, the not-Sam reached out and grabbed Sam's broken wrist brutally shocking the boy into letting the shapeshifter go. Three seconds later Sam's face was being pressed into the carpet and his hands being retied behind his back.

'Now that that little stunt is over Sammy boy, let's get back to our previous discussion. Where were we? Oh, yeah. I was considering who would have the most fun with Jessica. Maybe Dean? Even your Dad? Actually, no. I think I would have the best fun with a girl that hot.'

Sam couldn't see from his angle but from the shrieks of horror from Mrs. Moore he guessed the shapeshifter was changing. He was struggling to breathe and remain conscious. With the last of his strength he attempted to raise himself from the floor in one last effort to save Jessica.

'What the hell are you?' cried Chris.

'Don't you dare touch my family you freak!' screamed Allan.

From Sam's silently risen state now he could see a pile of flesh, blood and teeth at the feet of the creature. Standing in the pile of waste was the shapeshifter in its real human form. He looked like one of those kids who were never really noticed at school unless he was getting picked on. The loser who wasn't smart of dumb, or unpopular or popular. Just one of those nothing people that others overlook.

He walked over to Jessica and ran his hand down her cheek before fingering her lips. Allan, Jill and Chris all struggled to free themselves to help Jessica.

'Don't touch my baby girl you animal!' cried Jill.

'I will kill you if you lay one more finger on my sister!'

Allan shouted angrily, 'you better stop what you're doing because I will kill you!'

Sam was crawling along the floor towards Jessica. Saving Jessica was the only thought processing through his battered head. Sam didn't hear the door open and two livid men storm in carrying guns with silver bullets.

One perfect direct shot to the heart and the shapeshifter fell forward onto Jessica as she gave a sob.

'Sammy' Dean mumbled as he ran to his brother's side hoping for a response. But, it was no use, Sam had fallen into darkness, and Dean couldn't find a pulse.


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