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A/N: Sorry about the delay. Big issues lately but here you go. Thanks for reviewing and hopefully hanging in there. :D


Previously:

What an odd thing to say, thought Sam. He painfully opened his eyes and looked at Dean. They drove past a petrol station that had a sign out the front with flashing lights. At that exact moment, Dean's eyes lit up; they flashed a silver reflection.

'What th–' Sam cried out, but was silenced as a fist connected with his temple.


CHAPTER SIX

The shapeshifter had waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. When he saw the older brother leave he knew it was now or never. Dean had fallen into his trap so easily. And, the screaming match between the father and son was the icing on the cake. His plan worked better than he had ever imagined.

As he turned off the main road onto a dirt track he glanced at the unconscious person in the passenger seat.

'You will pay soon. You and your family' he murmured and then spat on the man.


John had no idea what kind of car he was driving. All he knew was that it was highlighter pink, had no power steering, no suspension and was costing him valuable time.

He attempted unsuccessfully to press the accelerator further into the floor. The trail was growing cold quickly. The Impala was long out of sight but John's superior training enabled him have a pretty good idea of where the car had been and what direction it was now going in.

'Damn it!' exclaimed John as the car was barely making the speed limit. 'If we all survive this, I'm going to get that girl a new car or make some much needed modifications to this one.'

John took a left certain this was where the car had also turned. He could see tyre marks that he knew would only belong to the Impala. 'Thank God Dean's not here or he would kill the son-of-a-bitch for driving his car' John reflected slightly grinning.

'What the bloody hell had happened to Dean?' he thought as he noticed the tracks veered off the road to a hidden dirt track.


Dean lay on cold wet mouldy concrete. Blood dripped slowly down his face from a large gash on his forehead, but as his hands were tied he could not wipe it off. Even if he were not tied up, he could not move his own body willingly.

'Bastard!' Dean yelled inside his head.

He had been ambushed in the forest when he had been preparing to burn the body of the shapeshifter. Out of nowhere, a dart was shot into the side of his neck. He fell to the ground as almost instantly he lost the ability to move. Total paralysis.

He could hear footsteps crunching leaves beneath them coming from the left. The feet moved right past him, to the shapeshifter. A strangled cry of sorrow sounded out that only Dean and the trees could hear.

The person then picked up the body of the shapeshifter and with surprising strength began to drag it out of the forest. It seemed like an eternity to Dean before the man came back.

'Move!' Dean urged any part of his body. This was a stupid dangerous situation he had landed himself in. Dad was going to kill him … if his current attacker wasn't going to attempt his murder before his Dad got a chance.

'Dean Winchester. You are going to wish we had never met.

'Time for you to get your lazy ass up.' The man began pulling Dean brutally by the arms, dragging him out of the forest.

'What the hell is going on here?' Dean wanted to yell.

Much later after a lot of agony, pain and rough manhandling they arrived at the Impala.

'Dear God!' Dean's mind screamed. 'He's using my baby and has put that dead shapeshifter in the front seat. Think of the leather! The leather!'

The car back door was opened and Dean pushed painfully onto the back seat. His body was jammed in roughly the door slammed shut.

This would have to be Dean's worst nightmare. Trapped, useless and not even able to make a witty retort. Dean prayed for a quick death.

The engine roared to life Dean instantly noted his attacker didn't use enough gas. Dean thought, 'when will my suffering end!'


A while later, the car finally stopped. Dean could not see where they were because his only line of sight was below the window level. The guy turned to Dean as he shut of the engine. After several pokes and prods Dean's attacker was satisfied that Dean was still drugged.

He then moved around and carried the shapeshifter's body from the car, rather carefully Dean noted. He then returned to get Dean.

After being cramped up awkwardly in the car for so long, it was even more painful this time when he was dragged across the dirt inside a rusted abandoned old shed. It was very big and looked like at some point it had been used for storing hay or feed for a farm.

Dean was thrown roughly against a set of pipes that ran up the far wall from the shed entrance. His attacker then handcuffed him to the thickest pipe. From this view, he could see that the dead shapeshifter had been placed on a bed across from him.

'I bet you're wondering what is going on?' Dean could not respond.

'Well, my name is Rowan, but you can call me My Sire. Soon it will all be lots more fun. Me and my brother, you and your brother. Two peas in a pod, but only one will survive.'

The attacker, now known as Rowan, started to grunt. His skin began to peel; his teeth fell out, and hair shed. It took Dean one second to realise who he was turning into – him.

The transformation complete, Rowan picked up a nearby discarded shovel. He shifted it hand to hand before suddenly striking Dean in the face with it. He was blind-sighted with pain and blood poured down his face.

'I will be back soon, bitch.' And the shapeshifter left.


John drove the small car down the never-ending dirt road.

Just when he thought he was making some progress, the car began to sputter, then died. No number of attempts at turning the engine over seemed to work. John's mechanic mind knew the car was beyond help at the moment.

He would have to walk. Not wanting to waste any more time, he jumped out. He pushed the car off the side of the road and hid it well in the bushes. He did not want anyone to know he was coming.

It was just as John was putting the final touches on the car's camouflage when he noticed an abandoned bike. He picked it up by the handlebars. It was a bit rusted and the tyres were a little flat but other than that it appeared in useable condition.

He jumped on and rode for quite a few metres before he realised something. It was extremely uncomfortable to be sitting on the bicycle's seat. Upon closer inspection under all the grime, he realised that he was riding a girl's bike. To make the situation even better, it was pink with streamers and a little basket on the front.

John grumbled, 'what is it with me and girly pink modes of transport today?'

More determined than ever to get his sons back just to get off this bike, John peddled as fast as his mature legs would allow him on the little girl's bike.


The car pulled up to shed once again. Rowan then began to drag yet another body, Sam, into the shed.

The shapeshifter murmured, 'I should of thought this plan through better. Drug and beat them after you get them inside.'

Finally he had everything in place how he wanted it. Dean and Sam were both chained separately to the pipes.

Rowan could see Dean desperately wanting to reach out and touch his brother, check he was okay. But fortunately the paralysis was still in place.

Dean's eyes stared down Rowan. If looks could kill, then he would certainly be dead.

'See, Dean. Here is my plan. Your family has screwed my family over, and guess what? Payback is a bitch. First I will kill your little brother so that you have to watch him die. Then it will be your turn to die. I will bring my brother back to life and we will split. And to top it off, good old Daddy Winchester will arrive to find both of his son's dead. In the words of the Flintstones, "we'll have a gay old time".'

Dean prayed to be able to move any part of his body. He couldn't let this shapeshifter hurt his family. But, his attempts were in vain. Rowan, who was still looking like Dean, had already gotten a knife out of his pocket and had begun to slit Sam's wrists. Dean struggled mentally against his handcuffs and he watched his brother's life slowly flow out of him.

Sam opened his eyes as Rowan cut deeper, 'Dean …' he cried.


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