Peyton shook her head. No. That can't be true. Even Dean looked up at Sam oddly.
"Come again?" Dean said. "When did he say that?"
"Just before you came inside," Sam told his brother.
"And I didn't hear it?"
"Guess not."
"No. This can't be happening." It was Peyton; she was shaking her head, incapable to think that something as crazy as her shadow being separate from her body was true.
"And yet it is," Dean said.
How can he sound smug? Peyton thought. How can he sound smug when I just realized that a part of me isn't a part of me!
She turned calmly to Sam. "How does he know?"
"He'd been following you for a while. And more than the two weeks when you noticed him. He saw that your shadow didn't always follow your actions and he tried to kill you because your shadow was evil. But you can't kill a shadow and it protected you. That slash across his face is from your shadow trying to protect you."
No! No! No! She thought. I just started college. I have a normal life! "Great now I'm a freak."
"Hey! Don't use that word lightly," Dean said to her.
She was about to shoot him a remark when Ellen spoke up. "How about we let you three talk things over? There's an extra cot in Jo's room if you want to stay here, Peyton." With that, her and Jo walked out of the bar into a hall that led to a more house-like part of the building.
"Peyton, I know this is a lot to take in but if it's true then-" Sam was cut off by Peyton who had started talking.
"My dad died a year ago. I was staying at his apartment because I was looking for a cheap house by the university. I fell asleep on the couch and when I woke up, he was-he was laying on his bedroom floor, sliced to pieces. There were no fingerprints and none of the knives from the kitchen had been used. The police didn't know what to think."
"Cops don't know anything," Dean said shortly.
She turned to him, tears filling her eyes. "Do you think that my shadow did that?"
Sam thought about it for a minute. "The demon wants all of the people like us to turn into murderers. Like Max…Maybe he has in mind to make us into a murderous army or something."
"So my shadow did kill my dad?"
"It's possible," Sam told her. "But you can't control it so it wasn't your fault."
"Not my fault?!" She stood up unable to just sit and listen anymore. "How can it not be my fault? My own shadow killed my father! My shadow! How can I just be fine after learning something like that?"
"Dude," Dean said to his brother, his eyes on her shadow on the floor. Sam joined his brother's gaze and his eyes grew wide. Her shadow was growing taller, and it had long pointed fingers that were slowly clicking against each other. The strangest part was that it had eyes. They were shaped like normal human eyes but they were totally white.
"Uh, Peyton," Sam said, getting up from his seat. "Could you calm down please?"
"Why?" How could she calm down? She had learned too many disturbing things in this past conversation.
"Because your shadow is getting angry."
"What?" She turned around and to her horror saw her shadow on the floor behind her. Even though she had turned, it stayed put growing taller it's eyes glowing brightly.
"Oh my God!" she screamed as it lifted a hand ready to slash Dean right in his seat.