Hey everyone. Im pretty sure this is the second last chapter. I feel bad ending it. But anyways, thanks for the reviews guys. Oh and just to make it clear, John was still alive in my story. Oh and this chapter isnt that funny, seeing as Dean is dead and all. Muwhahahaha... Or is he?
Chapter 15... Let The Reigns Go Loose Now
Sam couldn't run away. There was no way he could face both the shapeshifter and the demon, that too with a small knife. The reality of the real dean being lifeless on the floor beside him, hadn't quite hit him yet. The demon dude walked down, slowly, smiling at Sam. "I knew you were after me, you, and your brother." The shapeshifter sighed and said, "It was fun to see how you went from place to place, from here to there. I was always there, a different face, a different persona." He paused and said, "What happened Sammy? You seem scared. Are you so afraid of your big brother?" The shapeshifter smiled Dean's signature smile, and Sam bit his lips, trying to think of ways he could escape. The demon was now down from the stairs, and came close to Sam and said, "You do know why I changed your brother into a girl, don't you?" Sam showed him a blank face and said, "Oh yeah, why's that? You son of a b…" But he was cut off by the demon who said, "Now now Sam, mind your language. John wouldn't want to hear his son's last words were 'bitch', now would he?"
"Now I can be Dean forever, and John will never know. Every second of his existence, thinking I'm his real son, his flesh, his reflection…" As the shapeshiter went on, Sam slowly and stealthily slipped the knife from his jackets collar, where he had hidden it, into the under side of his hand, so it was still hidden. The shapeshifter was smiling as he talked, and it was killing Sam to think this thing thought he was the real Dean. The demon went over to Sam, right in front of his face and said, "Now the time's come. We have you, that's what we wanted all along. Not your useless brother, but you." He laughed, a cackling noise, a noise that could haunt Sam forever, if he made it out alive, that is.
Thinking quickly, he flipped the knife and stabbed the demon in the eye. The demon flinched and stepped back, only for a second. And as Sam was about to run away, the demon tripped him on the floor with his shoe. Sam turned on the floor and looked back at the demon, who slowly removed the bloody knife from his eye. "Nice try, but what a weak comeback Sam, I must admit. Finish him, Dean." The demon smiled again, a grin, and Sam loathed him with every fibre of his being.
As the demon dude opened the door to the warehouse, and walked out, Sam now looked at the shapeshifer, and stood up from the floor. "So I guess this is it, huh Sammy? Two brothers fighting till the end." Sam mumbled under his breath, "You're not my brother." The shapeshifter pretended not to hear him and put his hand to his hear, and said, "Wait, I didn't quite catch that. What did you say?" Sam now looked at the shapeshifter, right into his eyes and said, "You're not my brother!" The shapeshifter again smirked, and said, "But nobody else knows that. And nobody ever will." As he said this, he walked towards Sam, and said, "This ends now."
Sam quickly tried to punch the shapeshifter in the face, but his punch was dodged, and the shapeshifter punched Sam in the stomach, and then proceeded to kick him to the ground. "Come on Sammy, get up. Fight like a man!" Sam got up again, wiped a trickle of blood from his hand onto his shirt, and went up and ran right into the shapeshifter's chest, spearing him into the ground. He then continued punching the shapeshfiter brutally in the face, repetitively, and kept mumbling, "This is for Dean." Little did he notice, that someone was standing right behind him.
"Damn Sammy, calm down boy," said the voice. Sam stopped; his world seemed to have flashed in pause for a second. He slowly looked back to see Dean standing right behind him, with the bullets black mark still quite visible on his dress. Sam got up, not noticing the blood on his hands from the shapeshifter's face and said, "But…" Dean rolled his eyes and said, "You think I was adjusting my bra for fashion?" He promptly reached inside his dress, and pulled out a black metallic bra and threw it to the ground. "Pure iron. And I painted it black to match my dress too. Pretty neat, eh? No wonder you outran me, damn that thing was heavy."
See, I didnt kill him! Arent I sweet? Lol, please review...