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Previously:

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.


CHAPTER SEVEN

Dean's mind screamed at himself, at anyone or anything to save his little brother. The agony of watching his brother die and not be able to do a damn thing about it was worse than Dean had ever imagined.

'Dean …' Sam softly staring up at the shapeshifter.

Dean attempted to fight off the drugs that immobilized his body. He was surprised when he realised that he was slowly regaining some control in his hands.

'Please … Dean … stop …' Sam cried. A lone tear streaked down his pain-filled face.

Then it hit Dean. Sam thought that the shapeshifter really was him. If he had to sit there and watch his little brother die, he certainly wasn't going to let him go believing that it was him who was killing him.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Using all of this newly regained strength, Dean hit his handcuffs against the pipes they were chained to. His plan worked, the noise attracted Sam's attention. One look in Sam's eyes and Dean knew that he instantly understood what was going on. 'Sammy always was the smart one' Dean thought.

But the small victory was short lived as Sam gave a final grunt of pain and his eyes involuntarily slid closed.

'Smm …' Dean finally was able to mumble, but it was too late.


John could feel the burn of his muscles in his legs. But now wasn't the time to rest, his boys were in danger. Breathing through the pain, he peddled faster.

Light was fading fast. Normally, the cover of darkness was a bonus when hunting, but today made the situation trickier. He had still yet to view the Impala that Sam had been kidnapped in.

Just as the orange glow of the sun had almost completely faded for the day, an old farm shed came into view. Parked in front was the Impala. With a renewed source of energy, John sprinted to the finish line.


Rowan the shapeshifter laughed as Sammy's body fell lifelessly to the ground.

Dean who was discovering that the drugs were wearing off quickly scowled. That bastard had just killed his brother. There was nothing worse on this earth that could be done to Dean.

Seething with rage he waited for the opportune moment. The shapeshifter walked closer to Dean, bloody knife still in his hand and a grin upon his face. Dean kicked out and hit the place he personally knew would hurt himself the most – the groin.

Like lightning Rowan went down with a pathetic yelp of pain. Dean then attempted to free himself in a psychotic manner. Struggling, tried anything to get out of the handcuffs. Through all of his thrashing about he failed to notice that the shapeshifter had risen and now looked thoroughly pissed.

There were three fists to Dean's face before he even knew it. Dean struggled to avoid the blows, but they kept on coming.

Bang!

Bang!

Two clear shots rang out in the shed. Two direct hits of silver bullets in the heart. The shapeshifter was dead. John Winchester had arrived.

Dean had never been happier to see his Dad.

'Dad. Sammy … check Sammy.'

John said nothing in reply as he ran to his youngest son's side. There was so much blood everywhere. He felt for a pulse. There was one there, very weak though.

'He's still alive Dean. But not for much longer unless we get help.'

John walked over to Rowan and began to search his pockets for the handcuff keys. Finding them in the jacket, he hurriedly freed Dean. The elder Winchester son ran to Sammy's side. Instantly, he began to tear up his own shirt and tied it around Sam's wrists in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

John knew that Dean would take care of Sam, as per usual. He took out his cell phone and dialled 911. Dean could only hear his father's end of the conversation.

'Ambulance.'

'My sons have been hurt. One very badly. He's lost so much blood.'

'I don't know the location. It's an old run-down shed.'

'Well, can't you use GPS and track my cell phone or something!'

'Right. Hurry.'

John disconnected the call and moved to squat on the other side of Sam opposite Dean. He checked Sam's pulse again. It was weaker but at least it was still there.

Looking up at Dean he asked, 'Are you okay son?'

Dean nodded in response. 'As long as Sammy is okay then I will be too.'

John stood up. 'I have to get rid of these shapeshifters. Firstly, this one here looks like you and it's going to be a little bit suspect when the coroner discovers that the one over there has been dead for a while.' Without waiting for a response John began dragging Rowan's body outside.

John was extremely efficient. He was well trained from being in the marines and years of being a professional supernatural hunter. By the time he could hear an ambulance approaching he had removed both bodies, salted and burned them, and covered all evidence of what had really gone on there.

He flagged down the paramedics and led them to Sam.

'What happened?' one of the medics asked.

'My sons were kidnapped. The attacker fled before I found them, but not before gravely wounding Sam here.'

Stepping quickly into action, the two medical staff went about their work.

'Get him started on an IV and some blood. We have to get him to the hospital straight away.' As soon as the procedure was done they loaded him onto a stretched and into the ambulance.

'We're not going to make it to the hospital in time at this rate' one of the medics whispered to the other, but both Winchester's heard the comment.

'Sammy's strong. He wouldn't let a little blood loss get him down' Dean said.

Both paramedics said nothing, glanced at each other for a moment, before jumping into the truck.

Without a word spoken between the Winchesters it was known that Dean would travel with Sam in the ambulance while John followed in the Impala.

'Well, at least it's not pink' thought John.


Will Sam survive? Who knows?

Sorry this chapter isn't as long as the others. I am going away for the weekend and was in a rush to get it done.

Let me know what you think.