Hello again! Sorry about the wait, I've been a little busy with school :/ Uhm, here is the next part of Cut Me Up & Wear My Skin (Show Me How To Live) ~ which are lyrics from a song called "Alligator Blood" by the lovely Bring Me The Horizon. You should give it a listen (: Finally, all mistakes are my own, as I do not have a beta. Hope you like it (:

Chapter Two

Arriving at the motel forty minutes later, the shifter parked the Impala. He turned off the ignition and looked around. Sam and Dean were staying at a run down shit hole, like usual, and he wondered if the place was infested. There was only one other vehicle in the lot, a red crap car that screamed "drug dealer". Luckily it was three rooms down from where Sam was supposed to be.

Dean exited the car and walked towards 'his' and Sam's room. He tucked Dean's ivory .45 into his waistband to keep up the façade. When he opened the motel room door, he could hear the water running and assumed Sam was in the shower.

"Sammy, I'm home!" he sang, hoping to draw the kid out. Closing the door behind him, Dean made his way into the kitchenette. Quickly shuffling through Dean's memories, the shifter realized that Dean would probably be drinking right about now. Searching for a beer he couldn't help but crinkle his nose. Yuck, he thought. Why does this man enjoy this bitter liquor? It's revolting.

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Meanwhile in the bathroom, Sam could have sworn he heard his brother shout out for him. Turning off the shower, Sam hastily dried himself off. He wrapped a towel around his waist and poked his head through the doorframe. Dean was nowhere to be found.

"Dean?" Sam called. "Hey! You there?"

Sam took two steps forward to look around when Dean suddenly jumped out from behind the door. Sam let out a yelp and fell backwards, his towel coming off in the process.

"What the hell man?" Sam asked, trying to shield himself from his brother.

"Aww shit I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you that bad. Sorry Sam." Sam was getting an odd feeling. Dean never apologizes. And why is he looking at me like that? Sam suppressed a shudder and reached out a hand for Dean to help him up. Once he was on his feet, Sam rewrapped the towel around himself and walked over to his duffel bag.

"Hey where did you go earlier anyway? You left at four and it's," Sam looked over at the nightstand, the clock reading half past ten. "It's 10:30. Where were you?" He pulled a shirt and some sleep pants out of his bag and made his way back to the bathroom. "I was worried. You said you'd be back by six and he you are showing up four and a half hours later. What happened?"

Sam closed the bathroom door and slipped his legs in the pants. "If you were at a bar you should've called at least." He yelled out. "We don't know what is taking these people so you have got to be more careful." Sam pulled the blue t-shirt over his head and walked back into the other room.

Dean looked up, a small smile on his lips. "I'm sorry Sammy, I thought you wouldn't care. There was this blonde, and oh she was perfect. She had these nice, big –"

"God, Dean, stop I don't want to hear it. Just let me know next time alright?" Seeing his brother nod Sam continued. "I'm going to bed. It's late and tomorrow we start the search for the son of a bitch that is taking these people. Night."

Sam laid down on the bed closest to the door. Dean would never let me sleep here. He'd make me move to the other bed. Dean didn't tell Sam to move, or acknowledge him at all for that matter. Dean just shut the light off and headed into the bathroom.

Sighing, Sam turned away from the door. He couldn't help but think about the day. Something in this town was taking children and he and Dean could not figure out what kind of creature it was. One of the parents seem to disappear for a few hours but then return to the house. The next day the parent is dead and the child is gone. Four kids are missing, Sam thought. Eight and twelve year old sisters, a sixteen year old boy, and a three month old baby girl.

Sam heard the bathroom door opening and pretended to be asleep. "G'd night Sammy. We'll have more fun in the morning." Dean left the motel room. In the parking lot, the Impala roared to life and took off. Sam peaked out form underneath the covers. What is going on? And what is up with Dean?

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