Holy shit, guys. This took forever. What's even worse, is that I have no reason, I just kept putting it off. I guess I had school and stuff, but that's normal, I can't avoid that (most of the time). Whatever, at least I got it out! I hope you guys all enjoy this chapter, it'll probably suck like the rest!

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'Matthew' watches as Sam and Dean leave, a smirk creeping onto his face. It disappears when Gilbert looks towards him.

"I'm sorry, Birdie. People already suspect us enough, I can't be leaving in the middle of class." Gilbert scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, never really being one to apologize much.

"It's fine, Gil. Don't worry about it." the blonde reassures, a smile growing on his face. The albino smiles back, but then something processes through his mind.

"Did you just say about?" Gilbert raises an eyebrow at the now suspicious Canadian.

"Um, yeah? What about it?"

"You did it again!"

'Matthew' feels panic rise inside him. What is he doing wrong! This is probably the easiest person he's ever imitated. What do Canadians do? Wait, don't they say 'aboot'? Yes, that's it! With the problem resolved, 'Matthew' goes to correct himself, a smile on his face

"Wait a minute…" Gilbert interrupts, noticing something even more strange than before. "Why the hell are your eyes gold?"

Fuck.

"W-What are you talking about, you're crazy!" 'Matthew' starts shaking visibly, showing his nervousness. "It's just the lighting!"

Gilbert just looks at him, an expression of disbelief, clear on his pale face. He walks to his 'boyfriend' quickly, grabbing his wrist and pulling him up from the ground. 'Matthew' yelps loudly, trying to pull back, but to no avail.

"What did you do to my boyfriend, bastard?" Gilbert growls out, baring his teeth. The blonde flinches, never having actually been caught before. Then he forms an idea. He smirks, a look that is rarely seen on Matthew's face, and steps forward, pressing his chest flush against Gilbert's. (The real Matthew usually avoids smirking, only because it scares people off.)

'Matthew' then pushes Gilbert back, pulling a small knife out of his pocket. Then, as quickly as he can, he lunges toward Gilbert. What he doesn't know, is that Gilbert has very good reflexes, being in wars and all. He grabs 'Matthew's' wrist, then twists it to the point that he hears a crack. 'Matthew' screams loudly, clutching his now released wrist with the opposite hand.

"Jesus fucking Christ, you fucking cunt! You're going to pay for that!"

"Not if I can help it."

With the speed only nations (or in Gilbert's case, ex-nations) possess, Gilbert swoops down and grabs 'Matthew's' knife. Before the other can tell what's happening, everything goes black. The head of the shape-shifter falls to the already bloody floor, along with the body.

The albino just watches, his body still, as the frame slowly melts into a pile of rotting skin.

o0o

Clearing a room full of high school students is hard, normally. After they've seen a dead body, well that's even harder.

Every student in the room has a question, and since Dean and Sam seem to be handling the situation best, they get to answer them.

"Is the murderer still on the loose?"

"Do you think they're going to come and kill us?!"

"I don't want to die!"

Sam sighs and looks towards his brother, an almost permanent frown etched on his face. Dean just smiles at his brother, giving a mock salute, before resuming his job of reassuring students of their safety.

'May as well go get Matthew, if he does wake up, the students will freak out more.' Sam sifts through the crowd of students, making his way to the back of the lunchroom. The pale body stands out against the orange and black tiled floor, making Sam wonder when the body actually got there. 'How the hell did nobody notice this?' Shaking his head, he slides his arm beneath the neck of Matthew's body, and beneath his legs, before heaving him up into his arms. He makes sure the body won't fall before turning around, to see everyone staring at him in disgust.

"What the fuck are you doing?" one teen yells. "Leave that for the police to get, you don't just pick up a dead body!"

Sam just looks at the horde, his lip now pulled in a tight, straight line. He opens his mouth to respond with something like 'I don't give a rat's-ass about what I should or shouldn't do', but is cut off by a string of profanities in the air. Everyone looks out towards the hall, but Dean and Sam take no time to run towards the source. Having a good idea where the screams source may be, they run to the boy's bathroom on their current floor.

"Gilbert! What happened, are you hurt?!" Dean and Sam run into the bathroom, careful not to slip on the bloody floor. Immediately, Dean spots the albino standing in the doorway of the largest stall, revulsion engraved on his face. Blood is visible on his white button-up shirt, his face covered in small specks of the crimson liquid.

"I'm guessing you killed it, huh?" Dean's lip twitches with a hint of a smile as he watches Gilbert's face light up at the sight of Matthew. Not seeming to care about the fact that he's just a dead body, he grabs Matthew out of Sam's arms.

"I'm so glad he's all right. Where did you find him? Do we have to deal with a group of loud and confused kids?"

"Some kids found him in the back of the cafeteria, and yes, everyone is fairly confused about the situation." Dean explains. Sam looks at the blood on the floor, then towards the mop that he abandoned in the bathroom earlier.

With a shrug, he grabs the mop, and starts to clean up the crimson stained floor.

Shape-shifters, murders, and traumatized teenagers is never an excuse for a messy floor.

Okay, chapter seven, done. I hope you enjoyed that, because it took way too much time. I feel like everything I wrote was rubbish and it had no attachment to the story, but I guess it qualifies.

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