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Chapter 52

We headed back to the car and when we got there, I caught something. Dean had "asked" Sam if he had the keys. Sam must have caught it too because he stopped and questioned Dean about something that had happened in Austin, Texas. Dean had told me about that hunt, but something still didn't seem right. Sam seemed satisfied with the answer and walked around to the passenger side of the car where I was standing.

While shifty Dean was getting into the trunk, I got Sam's attention. I used the sign language trick, hoping dad had taught the boys as well, and told him that wasn't Dean. He understood and used the same thing to ask me if I was sure. I shook my head, but Sam pulled his gun anyway and I followed his lead.

Shifty Dean tried to convince us that he was really our brother. I think he nearly had Sam convinced. All of a sudden, Sam hit the ground. The shifter had grabbed a crowbar and whacked my little brother in the head. Damn things move really fast.

It came after me next. I fired but it turned away from the bullet and I only managed to graze it's shoulder. Shifty Dean smashed the crowbar into my wrist forcing me to release my gun. I heard that bone breaking sound again and knew I had another broken wrist. I heard the shifter laugh at me with my brother's voice and then everything went black.

I woke up to Sam and the real Dean having a friendly little conversation about the shifter. Something about Dean being the handsome brother. I also happened to be tied to a steel post and had a gross looking tarp covering my head. Dean asked Sam what had happened to me and I answered that I was a little tied up at the moment. I managed to kick the tarp off with my legs and starting rubbing the rope against the frayed edges of the beam to try and cut myself loose. It hurt like hell because of my wrist, but I couldn't just stay there.

Sam told us about the conversation he had with the shifter and how shifty Dean was somehow tapping into Dean's memories. While Sam was talking, Dean got himself loose and went to untie Sam. I got myself loose and then went to make sure the boys were ok. We got out of there as fast as we could and headed for Becky's. Sam placed an anonymous call to the cops on the way because we were worried we wouldn't get to her in time.

We were still headed for Becky's when Sam stopped in front of an electronics store and was looking at the TV's. I made a comment about now not being a good time to go TV shopping when I realized what he was looking at. The TV's were tuned into a local news station and they were talking about a girl being beaten up. On the screen was a very bad police sketch that resembled Dean. He didn't like the picture either and said so.

We took off down an the nearest alley way. Dean was complaining about the shifter having his face and wanting to find it. Sam being the rational one, tried to get him to calm down and think for a second. The shifter had taken our guns and we needed a way to get more as well as more silver bullets. Sam and I mentioned the Impala at the same time.

Shifty Dean had driven it to Becky's house, but left on foot. Dean didn't like the idea of that thing driving his baby at all. I kinda laughed and we started to make our way back to Becky's. Sam had to tell Dean to drop it before our older brother would stop complaining about some else driving his baby.

It took about an hour to get back to the house on foot. None of us said much until then. I was gonna mention that the Jeep was probably closer, but didn't know for sure if shifty had left it where it was originally parked. Dean was pretty happy to see the Impala, until a siren sounded close by. The cops had been waiting for us, well Dean I should say.

Sam came up with a dopey idea to let the cops catch him. They couldn't keep him in custody and it was the best way to distract them so Dean could escape. Sam told me to stay with Dean so he didn't do anything dumb. Dean and I decided to go looking for the Jeep since it was our next best bet at a weapons cache.

We found it right where we had parked it earlier that night. I told Dean there was really nothing else we could do for the time being. He wanted to go for the shifter right then, but I said we should get a couple hours sleep first and wait for Sam's call that he was out of jail. He said ok, but only cause he thought I was tired.

I grabbed for the door handle on my Jeep and winced when I pulled it open. Dean saw it in spite of my efforts. He walked back over to me and demanded I let him see my hand. I told him I was ok, but he said he had already seen the bruise.