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Double Trouble

Chapter 15 – Mind Games

Angel hung up the phone, sighing as she returned to her bedroom. She was getting ready to go out on her first date in months and some guy called needing her services. She could sense over the phone the urgency behind the words. "Some day, I'm going to learn to say no…but I guess today isn't that day. I just hope Sam understands when he gets here."

Earlier that day, Angel had met the quiet young man coming out of the diner. She felt a vulnerability in him that touched her in a way that she hadn't been touched for a long time. They had chatted over coffee and found that they both had some things in common. She had agreed to go out to a movie and dinner with him this evening. Looking at her watch, she sighed as she realized Sam would be here any minute and she was going to have to break her date…or at least postpone it until a little later in the evening.

She had just finished with her make up when the door bell rang. Opening the door, she smiled at the young man standing on her doorstep. "Come on in Sam!"

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Sam opened his eyes slowly, feeling the cold as his body continued to shiver to keep warm. The bastard could have at least put the blanket back over him. He realized that it was now dark and he was alone. Too weak to move, Sam let out a sigh and tried to relax as much as his battered body would let him.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his head…he was no longer in the storm shelter, but was seeing a beautiful young woman smiling up at him. No, it wasn't him…it was the shape shifter. "Oh God…No!" Sam moaned as he realized that the shape shifter was sending the images to him…forcing him to watch in horror as the night began to unfold.

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Dean looked over at the sleeping form of Missouri on the bed that Sam normally would have occupied. He rubbed his aching neck, the stress of the day finally catching up to him. His ribs were beginning to bother him and his arm ached…he probably did too much, but he couldn't give in to his body's demand for rest…not until he had his brother back.

He had made an appointment with a psychic in the next town. He smiled as he remembered the soft voice…it went with the name of the psychic. On the one hand he hoped that Angel would be next on the shape shifter's list…but then he also hoped she wasn't. As much as he wanted his brother back, he knew Sam wouldn't want to trade a life for his own. He remembered how he felt after he learned that two peoples' lives had been traded for his. He hoped that Sam would be spared that particular guilt trip.

Shaking his head, Dean set the alarm clock for an hour and stretched out on the bed. He knew he wouldn't sleep, but he could let his body relax. They wouldn't have to leave for their appointment with Angel for at least another hour. He smiled once again at the image that the name Angel brought to him mind. "Well in two hours, we'll see if you live up to your name Angel" Dean thought as he drifted off to sleep.

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Angel walked into the living room and motioned for Sam to have a seat. "I'm sorry Sam, but I have to meet with a client in about 2 hours…do you want to reschedule for another night or just catch the late night showing at the theater?"

Sam smiled at Angel. "I don't think I want to do either…how about we have a little fun right here, right now!"

Before Angel could react, Sam had grabbed her by the hair and forced her onto the couch. Angel struggled, trying to push Sam off of her. She looked at Sam with fearful eyes. "What are you doing Sam? Please don't hurt me!" She had read his intent…Sam was going to kill her.

Sam ran his hands down her body, laughing as she tried to shrink away from his touch. "Well, I had planned on taking a little more time with you my dear, but since you have company coming…this will just have to be a quickie!"

As the shape shifter continued, he could feel the revulsion from Sam in his mind. "Remember Sammy boy…you could have prevented this!" he thought, knowing Sam would be able to hear him as long as they were connected.

After the shape shifter had finished, he stood and looked down at the broken and sobbing young woman on the couch. He reached down to lightly touch her face and smiled as she flinched away from him. "Well that was good for me…how about you babe?"

"What…what do you want from me?" Angel sobbed, knowing the answer before she asked, but refusing to beg for her life.

"Why I want all of you my dear…your body, mind and soul. I've taken your body; now let's work on the mind." The shape shifter closed his eyes and began to reach into the psychic's mind. The traumatized girl was no match for him as he began to absorb her psychic energy. She could feel herself slipping away as the pain in her head increased. She screamed, but knew that no one would hear. She would die and no one would be able to help her.

As the shape shifter felt her slipping away, he gently cupped her face one last time. "And now my dear…I will take your soul." He calmly reached over and pulled out the knife he had brought with him. "Don't worry my dear; I'll make this painless for you."

As he slit the girl's throat, he could feel Sam's pain. "See what you made me do Sammy boy…all because you didn't want to play ball. Just remember this next time you decide to keep me out…I will continue to use your body to do my bidding and you will be made to watch!"

The shape shifter felt the last of the psychic's energy flowing into him. Unfortunately for him, while he was feeding on the last of the dead girl's energy, the door burst open and a furious Dean charged in.

Dean couldn't believe what his eyes were telling him. He watched in horror as his brother was leaning over the young girl. He could see the blood from the neck wound on the girl and the bloody knife in his brother's hand. No , not Sammy…but the shape shifter. Without breaking his stride, Dean launched himself at the shape shifter, using the butt of the gun to knock him unconscious before he could react.

"So much for your psychic powers you freak…you should have seen that one coming!" Dean looked sadly at the young girl on the couch. He could tell she was dead just by the amount of blood that had leaked down onto the floor. He looked as Missouri entered the room. "I thought I told you to stay in the car!"

"Don't you go mouthing off at me young man…I know your upset, but we need to get this thing tied up before he comes to…we need to find your brother and find him now!"

"Why Missouri…what's wrong?" Dean pulled out the hand-cuffs he had brought with, just in case they had discovered Angel was the shape shifter. He quickly cuffed the shape shifter's hands behind his back and put him in a chair. He could see a bruise on the face that was the same as his brothers. He smiled as he realized that Sammy must have been the one to put it there.

"Ok Missouri, he's not going any where for the moment…now tell me, what's up?" Dean gave her the look that meant he wanted the truth and now.

Missouri sighed, not sure how to tell Dean without increasing his worry. "Dean, I could sense a link between both Sam and the shape shifter…I think he made Sam watch as he brutalized that poor girl. I tried to connect with Sam, but there was nothing there…I think he's locking himself away and we need to find him before he gets too far for us to reach him!"

"Damn it…I'm going to enjoy killing this bastard…but how can we find Sam. He isn't going to tell us voluntarily."

Missouri stared at the shape shifter with a look that sent a chill down Dean's spine. "Who said anything about voluntary?"

TBC

Raven524: Ok, so I got on a roll and finished another one…hope you all enjoy!