Chapter Three

Sam woke up and found the room empty. "Dean?" He called out. "Dude you here?" Sitting himself up slowly, Sam noticed that Dean's bed was still made. It looked like he hadn't come back at all last night.

Moving the curtains aside, Sam's thought was confirmed. The Impala wasn't parked outside. "He probably went back to that blonde." He muttered to himself. Sam started getting ready, putting his suit on and packing up the weapons.

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"Your little brother had no idea I wasn't you. How do you feel Dean-o? Betrayed?" The shifter swung the butt of the gun at Dean, clipping him on his cheek. A trickle of blood started its way down his face. "I thought for sure the kid knew it wasn't me. Guess I was wrong huh." Another swing and Dean's forehead started to bleed. "I thought Sam was the smart one. He went to Stanford; he would be a big shot if you hadn't pulled him back into 'The Family Business'." Three more swings. "How do you feel about that? He wouldn't be in this mess if you just left him there where he belonged." The shifter punched him head on, Dean's neck snapping backwards with the force of the blow.

"You wouldn't be in this mess right now if you jest left him alone. Don't you get it Dean? He resents you. I resent you." The shifter grabbed Dean's chin, forcing the hunter to watch him. He morphed into Sam right before Dean's eyes. "I hate you, Dean. If you would have left me alone I'd be happy. If you would have left me there I could've saved Jess." Dean was shaking his head, knowing that this wasn't his brother. But shifters know the thoughts of the person they're imitating, right?

"Why did you have to take me away? I had a good, no, great life before you came back into it. Why do you think I left in the first place?" Sam, no, shifter, was looking at Dean with sad, but resentful eyes. "How could you take me away from everything I love? Are you really that selfish that you couldn't stay alone after Dad went missing? I bet he meant to leave. Who could stay around you anyway?" Sam stood up, walking over to that damn table again.

"Can you hear them?" Sam asked. Dean, confused, looked around the empty room, seeing a door on the far left wall. Huh, never noticed that before. He could faintly hear a muffled sound that seemed to be coming from behind that door. "Can you hear their crying? I'll bring them out to you, but only if we up the stakes." Sam walked back to Dean with another rag. "If Sam, the real Sam of course, can't figure out that I'm not actually you, then I'll untie you. How does that sound?"

Dean knew that was bull. "That doesn't make any sense asshole. Why would you release me? I thought the whole point of this was for Sam to come and find me." Blood was still running down Dean's face, some going into his mouth. Dean spat onto the ground, clearing his mouth of the metallic taste.

"Well, asshole," the shifter was back as Dean now. "I'll let you know what's behind door number one, and," he turned and poured what Dean thought was chloroform onto the rag. "I will let you go back to Sam all happy and somewhat unharmed." He smirked. Something is up, Dean thought.

"I'm still expecting a catch. Why would you let me willing go?"

The shifter sighed. "Really, Dean? Why do I have to have an alternative motive? Can't I just do something nice?" Dean gave the shifter a no-bullshit stare.

"Do you think I'm an idiot or something? Why the hell would I fall for that? And why would I trust you?" Frustrated, the shifter kicked Dean's chair back grabbing it right before Dean slammed into the ground.

"Why do I think that you're an idiot?" he sneered. "Maybe it's the fact that I was able to capture the Dean Winchester when nobody else fucking could. Why should you trust me? Because I'm the one who can end your brother's pathetic life in the blink of an eye. You really want him to die?" The shapeshifter was seething; spit flying onto Dean's face. "I'm in charge Dean, whether you like it or not. I'm holding the cards this round, and I will be the next one too."

Dean didn't know how to respond to that. All he heard was end your brother's life over and over again. Dean couldn't be the reason that Sam died. He would rather die a million times over then have Sam lose his life.

The shifter brought the chair back to stand on all four legs. "And the catch, Dean," he was in the hunter's face again. "The catch is I release you and Sam gets to choose between you and me. He gets to pick which one of us he stays with and which one of us dies. That's the catch." The shifter snatched the soaked rag and put it over Dean's mouth. "One week Dean. One week until Sam picks me and he kills you. And then I kill him." With that in his head, Dean fell into the darkness.

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Hey guys I'm sorry it's been a while since I've updated. Junior year has taken a lot out of me and I'm totally swamped with homework. I hope with Labor Day weekend I'll be able to get a few more chapters written. Thanks for reading!