Sam looked over, "You think he found another way underground?"

"Probably." Angel glared as she shook her head, "That little slimy fucker is definately fast."

Dean looked to Sam as they stopped by the impala, "You got the keys?"

Sam stopped for a second and sent an eye to Angel before turning to Dean, "Hey, didn't Dad once face a shapeshifter in San Antonio?"

"That was Austin." Dean corrected, "And it turned out not to be a shapeshifter, it was a thought form. A psychic projection, remember?"

"Oh, right…" Sam laughed a little, shaking something off before throwing the keys to Dean, "Here ya go."

Dean caught the keys with his left hand, when earlier he had been injured in the shoulder. It set Sam and Angel both on edge but they played it off and watched him move to the trunk. He opened it and observed all the weapons with a laugh before the clicks of two guns were heard behind him.

"Don't move!" Sam yelled and he turned, "What have you done with him?"

The shifter looked between them as he put his hands up, "Guys, chill. It's me, all right?"

"Bullshit." Angel barked, "Where the hell is our brother?"

"You're about to shoot him. Calm down."

"You caught those keys with your left." Sam argued, "Your shoulder was hurt."

"Yeah, it's better. What do you want me to do, cry?"

"Drop the act. You're not our brother." Angel glared, tense, "Where is he?"

"Pull the trigger then." He looked between them intensely, "Neither one of you are sure. Come on, you two know me."

As he moved forward, Sam and Angel both tensed, "Dont."

"Stay right there."

With superhuman speed the shifter hit each of them in the face with a crowbar from the trunk. They fell to the ground unconscious almost immediately.

Later on…

Sam woke up in a dingy, dusty room. His neck and hands were bound to a wooden post. Beside him, Angel was bound as well.

"Angel. Ang, wake up." Sam shifted from where he was, grimacing as he tried to reach her, "Ang!"

She groaned loudly as she tried to move her head, coughing at the ropes, "What the hell happ-" The shapeshifter walked over to him and instantly backhanded a still confused Angel who grunted in pain at the impact, "What the hell asshole!"

"Where is he?" Sam struggled, "Where's Dean?"

"I wouldn't worry about him." The shifter shook his head, "I'd worry about yourselves."

Angel spit out some blood that pooled in her mouth before glaring, "Where the hell is he you slimy freak?"

"You don't really wanna know." He chuckled, "I swear, the more I learn about you two and your family- I thought I came from a bad background."

Angel bulked, "What?"

"What do you mean, learn?"

The shifter stared at the knife in his hand for a second before grabbing his head in pain. He grimaces as he squeezes his eyes shut. Both Winchester stared at him in confusion until he relaxed and looked over at Sam.

"He's sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home. With Dad and Angel." She turned and glared as he spoke, "You don't think I had dreams of my own? But Dad needed me. Angel needed me." He glared at Sam, "Where the hell were you?" His eyes quickly snapped to Angels, "And you. I'm never good enough to live up to your or dad's expectations. It's always Sam this or Angel that. No matter what I do, I'm never good enough." His hand whipped out and hit her again, "Both of you still treat me like a kid!"

She reeled from the hit but managed a chuckle, "Man, you are seriously a nut job buddy." She glared, "Just tell us where our brother is."

"I'm your brother." He knelt between them, "See, deep down, I'm just jealous. You're a better hunter than me. You don't need a partner." His eyes snapped from Angel to Sam, "You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I'm a freak. And sooner or later, everybody's gonna leave me."

Sam watched him back away, "What are you talking about?"

"You left. Angels barely around to help out with cases anymore and hell, I did everything Dad asked me to, and he ditched me, too. No explanation, nothin', just poof. Left me with your sorry asses. But, still, this life? It's not without its perks." He laughed, "I meet the nicest people. Like little Becky. You know Dean would bang her if he had the chance." He smiled before covering both of them with a sheet, "Let's see what happens."

After he left, both Winchesters managed to get the sheets off their heads and were now struggling with the ropes around their wrists.

"I cant- i cant get it." Angel grunted with a sigh, "What about you?"

He huffed with failure as well, "Damn it."

In another area of the room, shuffling could be heard before someone coughed.

Dean's voice sounded after, "That better be the real Sam and Angel and not that freak of nature."

Angel smiled as Sam laughed, "Yeah, it's us." Dean managed to uncover himself from the sheet and started to undo his ropes, "He went to Rebecca's, looking like you."

"Well, he's not stupid." Dean sent a cocky eye his way, "He picked the handsome one."

Sam gave him a look before shaking his head. He and Angel went back to working their ropes as they spoke.

"Yeah, that's the thing." Sam said, "He didn't just look like you, he was you. Or he was becoming you."

Dean finally worked his way out of his ropes, "What do you mean?"

"All the things he was saying…" Angel scoffed, "Only you would know or feel all that. It was like he was downloading your thoughts or memories or something."

"You mean, like the Vulcan mind meld?"

"Yeah, something like that." Sam agreed as Dean got up and walked over to them, "I mean, maybe that's why he doesn't just kill us."

"He needs us alive." Angel nodded, "Like he's got some sort of psychic connection with us."

"Yeah. Come on, we gotta go." Sam ushered once they were both untied, "He's probably at Rebecca's already." They quickly climbed out a window and onto the street, "We gotta find a phone and call the police."

"Whoa, whoa." Dean stopped, "You're gonna put an APB out on me?

Sam shrugged, "Sorry."

He glared but started running down the street, "This way."

After calling the police, the Winchesters stood in front of a store window and watched the news report that played on a display of televisions.

"An anonymous tip led police to a home in the Central West End, where a S.W.A.T team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. Her attacker, a white male, approximately twenty-four to thirty years of age, was discovered hiding in her home."

When a sketch of Dean appeared on the screen he scoffed, "Man! That's not even a good picture.

Sam looked around curiously before he walked away, "Its good enough."

Angel rolled her eyes at Dean who was still staring incredulously at the picture, "Lets go."

As they walked into an alley, Dean stepped into a puddle, "Ugh, come on!"

"Okay, bright side?" Angel turned to her brothers, "They said attempted murder. So at least we know-"

"I didn't kill her."

"We'll check with Rebecca in the morning." Sam stated, "See if she's all right."

"Alright, but first I wanna find that handsome devil and kick the holy crap out of him."

Sam stopped them, "We have no weapons. No silver bullets."

"Sam, the guy's walking around with my face, okay, it's a little personal. I wanna find him."

"He's right." Angel sighed, "We can't just leave a bunch of loose ends and that thing is one gigantic loose end. The last thing we need is for him to go on a murder spree wearing Deans face. Let's start with the sewers. He's bound to double back there."

"We have no weapons. He stole our guns, we need more." Sam paused to think, "The car?"

Dean pointed in agreement, "I'm betting he drove over to Rebecca's."

"And the news said he fled on foot…" Angel agreed, "So I bet it's still parked there."

"Oh." Dean instantly angered, "The thought of him drivin' my car."

"Yeah, yeah." Angel started walking, "Lets go."

Dean shook his head as he followed her and Sam, "It's killing me."

Sam put out a dismissive hand, "Let it go."