Here's a new Chapter of Rose's story. I hope you guys enjoy! I own nothing but Rose and her part. ~ TheBloodyHellhound
We pulled into a gas station. We need gas and food. Dean pulled in front of a pump and turns off the car.
"Alright, I figure we'd hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight." Sam didn't respond. Dean sighed. "Sam wears women's underwear."
"You better not take any of mine." I said, poking him in the neck. He slapped my hand away, smiling at me.
"I've been listenin', I'm just busy." He was checking his e-mails on his PalmPilot. I was reading over his shoulder.
"Busy doin' what?" Dean asked raising an eyebrow.
"Reading e-mails." Sam replays back. Dean gets out of the car and starts to fill the tank with gas.
"E-mails from who?" I asked as I laid my head on his shoulder.
"From my friends at Stanford." I looked at him in shocked. He keep in touch with his college friends? What does he say to them? What does he say about Jessica's death?
"You're kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies?" Dean asked him. Sam looked out of the car at him.
"Why not?" Was he really confused why Dean was asking?
"Well, what exactly do you tell 'em? You know, about where you've been, what you've been doin'?" Dean asked, leaning on the car.
"I tell 'em I'm on a road trip with my big brother. I tell 'em I needed some time off after Jess." Sam tells us.
"Oh, so you lie to 'em." I now understand. Sam looked at me.
"No. I just don't tell 'em….everything." Sam said, not sounding like he, himself believed that. I scoffed at him. Sam and Dean are now looking at me with shocked. I never scoffed at them.
"Yeah, that's called lying." I told him sarcastically. Dean looked threw the window at Sam.
"Hey, man, we get it, tellin' the truth is far worse." Sam scoffed at what Dean said.
"So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life?" Dean just shrugs his shoulders. "You're serious?" Dean and I looked at Sam.
"Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can't get close to people, period." Dean said like it was nothing. I looked up at him.
"You're kind of anti-social, you know that?" I told him. Dean just looks back at the pump.
"Yeah, whatever." I smiled at him and Sam continues to read his e-mails.
"God…." I looked at Sam.
"What?" I jumped back up and looked over his shoulder.
"In this e-mail from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine." Sam explained, still reading the email.
"Is she hot?" Dean asked. Sam ignored him and I smacked him in the arm. Dean looked at me. "Rose!" I just rolled my eyes at him.
"I went to school with her, and her brother, Zack. She says Zack's been charged with murder. He's been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn't do it, but it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case." Whoa…that's big. Murder…what the fuck kind of friends does Sam hang out with?
"Dude, what kind of people are you hangin' out with?" Dean asked looking down in the window at Sam. Sam shook his head. He was in a small amount of shock.
"No, man, I know Zack. He's no killer." Sam told him, in a hard voice.
"Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you." Dean said, watching the gas pump again. I glared up at Dean, even though he couldn't see it. I placed my hand on Sam's arm, making him look at me.
"Look, Sam. I'm not saying he did do it…but some times in some cases, some people just snap." I really wasn't. Maybe this whole this is one of our kind of cases or maybe he's friend really did just snap.
"They're in St. Louis. We're goin'." Sam looked at Dean and I, dead serice. Dean chuckled at Sam until he realized that Sam wasn't joking. He really wanted to go to St. Louis. Dean's face hardens and he crossed his arms. I love when he does that…it makes him look so sexy…damn it stop it Rose.
"Look, sorry 'bout your buddy, okay? But this does not sound like our kind of problem." Dean pulled the hose from the back of the car and placed it back. Sam twisted so he was following his brother as he walked to his side of the car.
"It is our problem. They're my friends." Sam told him. Dean gets in the car and looks at his brother.
"St. Louis is four hundred miles behind us, Sam." Dean told him and Sam put the puppy dog look. I was looking between Sam and Dean. Waiting for Dean to crack. Sam's was good but mine is better.
"Puppy dog eyes." I whispered in to Sam's shoulders. The boys know that I don't care where we go, as long as it begins in a hunts and ends with another evil son of a bitch dead. They exchange another look. A minute later, we pulled out of the gas station and start driving. Towards St. Louis. I smirked at Dean.
"You can not deny the puppy dog eyes." I told him, laughing. He glared at me.
"Shut up…" Dean snapped at me. "I know I can't." He said under his breath this time. I don't think he wanted us to hear but I knew Sam heard, because he was smirking and I also heard as well.
We pulled up to Sam's friend, Rebecca's house. It was a really nice house.
"God damn…no wonder she went to Stanford…" Sam smiled down at me.
"I went to Stanford." I didn't look at Sam.
"Because you're freaky boy genies…I'm not so much." I told him as I started towards the door. I really didn't want to talk about my lack of schooling intelligent. Or the fact that I only have my GED and not high school diploma.
Sam caught up to be the one to knock on the door and to be the first person she saw. The door opens showing a pretty, blonde, blue eye woman. She looks to be older then me by two maybe three years.
Rebecca looked up at Sam and a smile broke out on her face. "Oh my God, Sam!" Sam looked down at her smiling.
"Well, if it isn't little Becky." I couldn't stop the small pin or jealousy that flooded my system. I really need to get rid of these crushes on the boys that I have.
"You know what you can do with that little Becky crap." She told him in a sassy voice. She smiles and they hug. When Sam pulled back, he was looking down at her with a sad face.
"I got your e-mail." His voice was low and caring. Her face dropped and tears lightly filled her eyes. The boys wouldn't notice it…but I did. Because I know what's it's like to hold them back to the point to where they will only show a little.
"I didn't think that you would come here." She replied back to Sam as Dean steps forward and extends his hand.
"Dean. Older brother." She takes and shakes his hand. She give him a light small smile. Another pin of jealousy went threw me. She looked over at me.
"Rose. Friend. To both." I pointed to the boys.
"Hi." She smiled at the both of us.
"Hi." Dean smirked at her.
"Ello." I wiggled my fingers in a wave at her. Sam stepped in front of us, taking the spotlight again.
"We're here to help. Whatever we can do." Sam took her shoulders and looked in her eyes. It looked like a weight was just lifted off of her shoulders. Like she really needed someone here to help her. Damn…now I feel back for getting jealousy.
"Come in." We walked inside the house, and Dean shuts the door behinds us. Dean and I was looking all over the house. Sam was watching Rebecca.
"Nice place." Dean compliant the house.
"It's my parents'. I was just crashing here for the long weekend when everything happened. I decided to take the semester off. I'm gonna stay until Zack's free." She said sadly. I had to stop myself from sucking air threw my teeth. The thing is…if the cops are almost 100% that it was him and there is nothing to go on…there is no hope for him.
"Where are your folks?" Sam asked, now looking around the house.
"They live in Paris for half the year, so they're on their way home now for the trial." We enter the kitchen. "Do you guys want a beer or something?" She asked pointing the fridge. Now I think that was something to get her mind away from the fact that her brother is in jail and most like going to prison. Dean looked at her smiling.
"Hey—" Dean started but Sam cut him off and glared at his brother.
"No, thanks." Sam looked back at Rebecca. "So, tell us what happened." Rebecca wrapped her arms around herself and took a deep breath. I know this had to be hard for her.
"Well, um, Zack came home, and he found Emily tied to a chair. And she was beaten up and bloody, and she wasn't breathing." She started crying. Sam looked like he wanted to walk up to her or something but was scared at the same time. "So, he called 911, and the police—they showed up, and they arrested him." Her crying stopped a good bit and she got really dead serious. "But, the thing is, the only way that Zack could've killed Emily is if he was in two places at the same time. The police—they have a video. It's from the security tape from across the street. And it shows Zack coming home at 10:30. Now, Emily was killed just after that, but I swear, he was here with me, having a few beers until at least after midnight." There was something about what she was saying, that made something in the back of my brain, tingle.
"You know, maybe we could see the crime scene. Zack's house." Sam said looking at us two. I popped my neck, hoping to make this tingling, that's making my head pound, stop. It wasn't a vision headache. Those are a lot worst.
"We could." Dean said agreeing with Sam. I really didn't want to go anywhere. The pounding pain was getting worst.
"Why? I mean, what could you do?" Rebecca asked them.
"Well, me, not much." Sam told her, which is kind of true. Sam pointed at Dean. "But Dean's a cop." Dean looked up at Sam in shock but covered just as fast. He laughs.
"Detective, actually." Rebecca looked at Dean in shock then Sam. I bet Sam didn't talk about his family a lot when he was in collage.
"Really?" Rebecca asked looking at Dean. Dean nods. "Where?" Why do people ask so many questions?
"Bisbee, Arizona." Damn he came back with that fast. I have to say I'm impressed. "But I'm off-duty now." Good job, Dean.
"You guys, it's so nice to offer, but I just—I don't know." I could understand her hesitating. I meant for all she knows we could be lying, which we are, and really fuck over her brother.
By now I was slowly digging my nails in the back of my head, trying to get the pain to go away. "Hey…are you okay?" I looked up at Rebecca. She was looking at me with worry in her eyes. Why was she worry about me, she doesn't know me.
"Yeah…" I started to fall but I wasn't fainting…no I was remembering something.
*Flash Back*
I was back when I was in the Hospital. I looked down and saw my drawn on shirt and pants. I use to draw on all my outfits. I wanted to make sure I was getting the same ones back. I looked around me, trying to remember when this was.
There was yelling and screaming down the hall. I tilted my head to side and started towards the noise. I walked out to the main room, seeing someone, being pined to the floor by an officer's knee, being put in handcuffs.
I knew who she was, it was Amanda Johnson. She was in here for depression and bi-polar. Sweet girl…until her switch was flipped…just like my mother.
"But I swear, she was with me!" Another girl was being held to the floor by four male nurses. I also knew her. She is Amanda's really closed friend, Machala Lynch, she was in here for a few thing actually. "I swear! The only way she could have killed her was if she was in two places at once!" Machala was crying and trying to get lose. One of the nurses asked where the shot was. Oh shit they were going to sedate her. I was looked over at one of the female's nurses. I walked over to her.
"What happened?" I asked in my mono-toned voice. She just about jumped out of her skin. Her hand over her heart and she was breath heavier then before. She calmed down a bit, when she saw it was only me. Everyone knows that I'm a pretty chilled person…when I'm not having a fit.
"She killed another patient last night." She said as she watched the scene with sad eyes. The sad thing is, she will get either three things.
One, locked up in prison for the rest of her life.
Two, locked in a white padded room, with a jacket that makes you hug yourself for the rest of her life.
Or three, she will get the death plenty, and they will end her life.
*End of flash back*
"Rose!" I heard both the boys yelling in my face as I slowly came back. I looked up at them. I groaned as I sat up.
"Hey, Rose. Are you okay?" I looked up at Sam. He was staring down at me with worry in his eyes.
"Oh…" I really thought about it…there was no pain, nothing, I felt…fine. "I'm good, I'm fine."
"Really? Because you just fell and was just staring for a good minute." Dean said flashing a light in my eyes. I flinched back and swatted at Dean's hand.
"Dean! I'm fine." He looked down at me, with his arms crossed.
"What the hell what all that?" He asked him.
"I…it was just a memory." I told him. I rubbed my eyes. "From my first hunt. I had forgotten most of it…now I remembering it."
"You remembering a memory knocked you on your ass?" Dean asked as pissy. I glared up at him.
"Dean, if the memories where forced to be forgotten then when she remembers them, they will knocked her on her ass." Sam told Dean, as he helped me up.
"I don't know if we should go with her like that." Rebecca said. I stood up and cracked my neck.
"No I'm good. We can go." The boys looked at me, questioning me. "Guys, I'm fine really." Sam nodded at me and walked toward Rebecca.
"Bec, look, I know Zack didn't do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he's innocent." Hell I don't think Sam's friend, Zack, did it. Before I thought he could have done it…but after remembering that…maybe he wasn't himself. Rebecca looked between all of us and then sighed.
"Okay. I'm gonna go get the keys." She walks away, down the hall. Dean looked at Sam.
"Oh, yeah, man, you're a real straight shooter with your friends." Dean told him sarcastically. Sam turned on his brother.
"Look, Zack and Becky need our help." Sam wasn't messing around on this…and I couldn't blame him. If one of my old friends had the same problem I would be doing the same damn thing.
"I just don't think this is our kind of problem." Dean said, running a hand threw his hair. Sam looked at him, silently asking if he was joking.
"Two places at once? We've looked into less." Sam stared at his brother, waiting for him to come back with something but Dean didn't say anything.
I looked at Dean. "He's right you know. We have." Dean looked between Sam and I, still not saying anything and he knew just as well as Sam and I, that he was defeated. I looked away from the boys thinking about the memory. I started to bite my thumb nail. 'I don't understand why I can't remember more then that little bit…but I think I meant know what this thing is.' I get a feeling that this case is going to be like my first case…I think it's a Shapeshifter.
We got to Zack's house and Dean parks the Impala and we all get out. Rebecca looked up at Dean. "You're sure this is okay?" She asked. She was playing with her hands, looking between Dean and her brother's house.
"Yeah. I am an officer of the law." Dean said as we walked to the house. There was 'Do Not Cross' tape across the door frame. Dean quickly cut the tape and Rebecca handed him the key.
The door and Sam, Dean, and I entered and looked around. The furniture and walls of the house are smeared with blood. Rebecca stayed on the porch steps. She looked like she wanted to cry. I smacked Sam in the arm and pointed to her. He looked down at me and then walked towards Rebecca.
"Bec, you wanna wait outside?" She looked up at Sam. She shook her head and to a deep breath.
"No. I wanna help." She ducks under the police tape and enters the house. I walked up to her, so she wouldn't have to go to far in.
"Tell us what else the police said." I asked her in a calm cool voice. She started tearfully.
"Well, there's no sign of a break-in. They say that Emily let her attacker in." She said crying harder. "The lawyers—they're already talking about plea bargain." She looked around the room, still crying. "Oh, God…." Sam walked up and placed his hands on her shoulders, making her look up at him.
"Look, Bec, if Zack didn't do this, it means someone else did. Any idea who?" Rebecca shakes her head no, then stops. Like she's starting to remember something.
"Um, there was something, about a week before. Somebody broke in here and stole some clothes—Zack's clothes. The police—they don't think it's anything. I mean, we're not that far from downtown. Sometimes people get robbed." The tingeling in the back of my head came back. This time it hit me faster and with out me being able to even know. I was falling.
*Flash back*
There were two girls standing in the middle of the room, looking like they are about to fight.
"You bitch!" Britney English, a blonde bitch, who fucking hates me and I hate her. She's fucking crazy. You say something she doesn't like, she'll rip you damn hair out. "You fucking stole them!" She was yelling at, Jane Warner, I wasn't friends with her or anything but we play cards once in a while.
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Jane yelled back at her. This wasn't getting any where.
"My clothes!" Britney screamed as she attacked. Her hand went right into her hair. I shot up from my seat and put Britney in a head lock, pulling her away from Jane
"Hey!" I yelled at her, as she tried to break from my grip. I just tighten it and pulled her up more.
"Let me go!" She started clawing at my arms. I yelled out in pain as I threw her to the ground. She tired to get up, I placed my foot right on her chest. Not pushing her but where she knows I will slam her ass on the ground.
"Oh no you don't!" I glared at her with my arm across chest. I looked back and forth as I talked. "Now calm the fuck down both of you! NOW!" We sat there for five minutes before Britney was breathing normally. "Now calmly and cool, tell me what the fuck is going on?!" I glared at them. I was close to kicking their asses.
"Wait…lets see this." I hear my doctor, Dr. Pingel, stopping everyone from moving.
"But Doctor." A nurse said in fear. There isn't really a three person fight and when there is it starts a riot. I ignore them and glared back down at the girls.
"She stole my clothes." Britney told pointing at Jane.
"But that's almost impossible, because she has been out here since morning." I told her and it's true. Britney looked from Jane and I.
"Really?" I wanted to bitch slap her.
"Yeah we just got done play a card game 20 minutes ago. The only way she could have stolen your clothes, was if she was in two places at once.
"But I saw my shirt in her room."
*End of Flack back*
I remember that Jane died the next day…then I was a target. I shot up. Dean and Sam was hovering over me.
"Rose! You're okay…" Sam said as he felt my forehead and checked if I was okay. Dean was making me look at him.
"What the hell is going on?" Dean asked as I moved slowly to my feet. I didn't answer him and walked by the door to get some fresh air. The air felt nice but the damn dog barking next to me wouldn't shut up. I looked over at him and saw he was barking towards the house and not me.
"You know." I jumped at Rebecca's voice. She had came up behind me. "That used to be the sweetest dog." Rebecca said pointing at the dog.
"What happened?" I asked looking over at the dog again.
"He just changed." She said shrugging her shoulders. I glaced at her.
"Do you remember when he changed?" She looked like she was really thinking about it.
"I guess around the time of the murder." She looked at me. "Are you okay? You keep fainting."
"Yeah…just remembering some stuff that I was made forgotten." I looked at her one time, with a smile, then walked away. Sam was in the hallway, looking at a framed picture of himself, Zack, and Rebecca. Dean and I walk over to him. "So, the neighbor's dog went fucking psycho right around the time Zack's girlfriend was killed." Sam looked at Dean and I.
"Animals can have a sharp sense of the paranormal." Sam said shrugging my shoulders.
"Maybe Fido saw somethin'." Dean said, now watching the dog threw the window.
"So, you think maybe this is our kind of problem?" Sam asked in Dean. Dean looked back at his brother.
"No. Probably not." Dean shook his head. "But we should look at the security tape, you know, just to make sure." Sam and I looked at each other then back at Dean. I get a feeling that we were thinking the same thing…dumbass…
"Yeah." Sam nodded his head at his brother.
"Yeah." Dean repeated back. Rebecca walked over to us. "So, the tape. The security footage—you think maybe your lawyers could get their hands on it, 'cause I just don't have that kind of jurisdiction." Dean smirked, hoping to get lucky in at less one way.
"I've already got it. I didn't wanna say something in front of the cop." She smiled lightly. Dean laughs. "I stole it off the lawyer's desk. I just had to see it for myself." Dean and I looked at her impressed. Dean smirks
"All right." Dean chuckles, as he wraps is arm around my shoulders. I looked up at him. "What?" I just kept staring at him. "We are dating, according to Sam and Rebecca." I just rolled my eyes and looked back in front of us. We all walked out the front door and Rebecca locked the door.
"We'll head back to my place to watch the footage. How about that?" Sam looked at us. I didn't care and I don't think Dean either.
We were is Rebecca's living room, watching the security footage. It was starting to get dark outside. "Here he comes." Rebecca pointed to the tv. The tape shows Zack entering his house. I noticing the timestamp. 22:04 PM.
"22:04, that's just after ten." I looked over at Rebecca. "You said time of death was about 10:30." She nods.
"Our lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tape's authentic. It wasn't tampered with." On one of the four little boxes on the screen. I noticed something with Zack's eyes. I looked over at Rebecca. I need her out of the room but I can't be to mean or pushy. Then I remembered when we first came in.
"Would you guys like a beer?" I took a deep breath. This isn't something I really do but it's a worth a shot. She seems like me enough…hopefully.
"Hey, Rebecca, can we take those beers now, please?" I asked her smiling. Please say yes, and please don't be mean or rude about it…
Her eyes caught mine and she smiled back. "Oh, sure." Oh my god…it wasn't rude or mean…thank god. Sam was glaring at me throw. I looked at the screen and back at him and he understood then. Rebecca gets up to go to the kitchen.
"Hey." Sam called out to her and she turns around. "Maybe some sandwiches, too?" He asked smiling. She scoffs but laughs at the same time.
"What do you think this is, Hooters?" She leaves the room. Dean watched her go, whispering.
"I wish." He walks over to Sam's side, who was next to me. "Okay. What is it?"
"Check this out." I rewinds the tape, then replay it. I waited for the one frame that shows Zack looking directly at the camera. I paused the tape and saw that his eyes were silver. I pointed at screen.
"Well, maybe it's just a camera flare." I rolled my eyes at Dean. Still trying.
"That's not like any camera flare I've ever seen. You know, a lot of cultures believe that a photograph can catch a glimpse of the soul." I looked back at the paused screen. My head started to pound as there were flashes of my first hunt. Not like my last memories but quick and fast. The last image was of a my second doctor's eyes shining sliver. 'Is this really a shapeshifter?'
"Right" Deans voice jumped me from my thoughts. "Remember that dog that was freakin' out? Maybe he saw this thing. Maybe this is some kind of dark double of Zack's, something that looks like him but isn't him. Like a…like a…Doppelganger." Sam considers what Dean's says.
"Yeah. It'd sure explain how he was two places at once." Damn…I think it is.
We were at Zack's house. Sam had Dean park the car behind the house and Sam was busting to get out of the car. Dean and I were more slow. I was pissed that we were here at the time we were.
"Alright, so what are we doin' here at 5:30 in the morning?" Dean breaking and asking the million dollar question.
"Kill me." I groaned. I was really thinking about smashing my head in the hood of the car.
"I realized something." Sam said looking around. "The videotape shows the killer goin' in, but not comin' out." Oh me god! I want to sleep. I was getting pretty good sleep, for the first time in months.
"So, he came out the back door?" Dean leans against the hood of the Impala. He handed me his coffee. I sighed with happiness and took a drink. The hot drink flowed down my throat, warming me up. It was freezing out this morning.
"Right. So, there should be a trail to follow. A trail the police would never pursue." Sam said, still looking high and low.
"'Cause they think the killer never left. And they caught your friend Zack inside." I finished whatever Sam was thinking.
"I still don't know what we're doin' here at 5:30 in the morning." Dean said, as he took is coffee back. Once he took his drink, he placed it back in my hands. I smiled, tiredly up at him. He knew my hands where cold as fuck! Sam looked around the outside of the building, and then notices blood smeared on a nearby telephone pole.
Sam turned towards us. "Blood." He pointed to the telephone pole. "Somebody came this way." He was smug. You could tell he was.
"Yeah, but the trail ends. I don't see anything over here." Dean said cranny. We were both tired, hungry, and not wanting to be here.
Suddenly an ambulance drives past us, siren on and loud. I quickly covered my ears, as we all exchanged looks. I dropped my hands, as we take off to where we saw it going.
It was only about a block and half. When we got there, we started to observe the scene. There was an Asian man in handcuffs and is stepping into a police car. I looked to the closes person to us. It was an African American woman in a jogging suite. I walked up to her and lightly tapped her shoulder. "What happened?" She barley looked at me.
"He tried to kill his wife. Tied her up and beat her." I looked at the boys in shocked. It was the MO as Zack's girlfriend.
"Really?" Sam asked as he walked closer to me.
"I used to see him going to work in the morning. He'd wave, say hello. He seemed like such a nice guy." We all stood there watching the man, that is most likely innocent, getting taken away. Sam looked around and grabbed my sleeve.
"Rose, come with me." He started to pull me away from the crowd.
"Okay…?" I realized that Sam was pulling me towards the back of house. "What are we doing?" I asked, getting tired of being pulled here and there without being told why.
"Seeing if what happened to Zack, happened here." I nodded my head. Okay. We're going to see if we can find a trial.
Sam and I were on the side of the house, looking around. I was following behind him, smoking. He looked inside two garbage cans but found nothing. He moved to the front of the house, where Dean came up behind him.
"Hey." Sam turned around. "Remember when I said this wasn't our kind of problem?" Dean didn't look to happy.
"Yeah."
"Definitely our kind of problem." Oh now he finally thinks it's was our kind of problem.
"What'd you find out?" I asked, stomping out my cigarette and putting my pipe away.
"Well, I just talked to the patrolman who was first on the scene, heard this guy, Alex's story. Apparently the dude was driving home from a business trip when his wife was attacked." Dean said.
"So, he was two places at once." Sam said joining in the little circle we end up making.
"Exactly. Then he sees himself in the house, police think he's a nutjob." Dean said, looking around.
"Two dark doubles attacking loved ones in exactly the same way." I cut in. This has to be a shape shifter…it just has to be.
"Could be the same thing doin' it, too." Dean said and Sam thinks for a second.
"Shapeshifter?" Dean shrugs. "Something that can make itself look like anyone?"
"Every culture in the world has a shapeshifter lore. You know, legends of creatures who can transform themselves into animals or other men." I said again.
"Right, skinwalkers, werewolves." Sam said, name a few.
"We've got two attacks within blocks of each other. I'm guessin' we've got a shapeshifter prowlin' the neighborhood." Great.
"Let me ask you this—in all this shapeshifter lore, can any of them fly?" Sam asked looking up.
"Not that I know of." I told him, rising my eyebrow. Flying shape shifters…that's fucked up.
"I picked up a trail here. Someone ran out the back of this building and headed off this way." Sam told us, as he pointed out the trail.
"Just like your friend's house." Dean said following after him. I kind of skipped as I followed them. My ADHD is acting up…bad.
"Yeah. And, just like at Zack's house, the trail suddenly ends. I mean, whatever it is just disappeared." Sam said, still looking for the last part of the trail. Dean looked over at me, I was hopping in place.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Dean asked looking me up and down.
"I have ADHD." It was my only answer. I really didn't need to say anymore. Dean just shrugged his shoulders and looked back at Sam.
"Well, there's another way to go—down." We all looked down and notice a manhole. I sighed.
"Oh come on!" I growled as Dean left the manhole cover off. "I hate shape shifters." The boys looked at me.
"Wait you have dealt with a shape shifter before?" Dean asked, he pushed the cover to the side.
"Yeah it was my first case." I said as I jump down on to the latter. I waited at the bottom, waiting for Dean and Sam to climb down. Dean first.
"I bet this runs right by Zack's house, too." Sam jumped down the rest of the way. Landing next to me. "The shapeshifter could be using the sewer system to get around." Sam said, looking around. Dean knelt down, looking at something on the floor.
"I think you're right. Look at this." They bend down and examine a pile of blood and skin on the ground. There was no fucking way in hell I was going to be putting my face by that shit. Sam and Dean faces showed their disgust.
"Is this from his victims?" Sam asked. Dean takes out a pocketknife and holds up some of the skin. This is just fucking sick.
"You know, I just had a sick thought. When the shapeshifter changes shape—maybe it sheds." Dean looked over at us.
"That is sick." Dean slicks the bloody pile back on the ground. That was really fucking gross.
"Oh my fucking god…that is so fucking sick!" I gagged. I had no warning. It just hit me.
*Flash Back*
I was walking down the hallway with John. We knew it was a shapeshifter and how to kill it, but now we have to find it. John had a gun with sliver bullets and I only had a letter opener. John was also dressed better then I. He had a shirt, with a jacket, and pants. I had my Hospital shirt and pants, that are about almost two sides too big. I felt my slipper slip from out under me, causing me to crash to the ground. I groaned as I sat up and looked at what made me slip.
It was a pile of, what it looks like, almost melted skin.
"My god. That is just sick!" I said, trying not to gag.
"They shed their skin when they change. How do you think they shift?" John asked me, as he helped me get up. I tip toed around the skin. I just couldn't help but keep looking at it.
"Not that way…"
*End Of Flashback*
I popped back out of my memory. I stumbled backwards a bit. Sam grabbed my shoulders to steady me. "You okay, Rose?" I looked up over at him.
"Yeah, just give me a second." Sam held me up until I could keep myself on my feet by myself. I shook my head. "Okay…I'm good." I looked over at Dean.
"Yeah well I'm not, lets get the hell out of here." Dean heads back.
Dean opens the trunk and takes out some weapons.
"Well, one thing I learned from Dad, is that…" He grabbed his pistol and loaded a clip into it. "No matter what kind of shapeshifter it is, there's one sure way to kill it."
"Silver bullet to the heart." Sam added on, as he load his clip in his pistol. I was already set and ready to go. With at less, two pistols, five knifes, 7 different little blades, hiding all different places. Dean smirked at his little brother. Proud that he knew how to take care of himself.
"That's right." I smiled at Dean and his little proud big brother moment. Sam's cell phone rings and he answers it.
"This is Sam." He spook in the phone. "We're near Zack's, we're just checkin' some things out." He said, setting him gun down. "What are you talkin' about?" Sam scoffs. I looked over at Dean. "Why would you do that? Bec—" He was cut off. I guess it's Rebecca. "We're tryin' to help. Bec, I'm sorry, but—" He was cut off by her hanging up. Sam glared down at his phone, before shoving it in his pocket. I sighed and walked over to SAM, who still looks disappointed.
"I hate to say it, but that's exactly what Dean and I was talkin' about. You lie to your friends because if they knew the real you, they'd be freaked. It's just—it'd be easier if—" I tried to explain it a little nicer but Sam turned on me, cutting me off.
"If I was like you guys." Sam said in a strained voice. I step back from him and looked at Dean.
"Hey, man, like it or not, we are not like other people. But I'll tell you one thing. This whole gig—it ain't without perks." He said, smirking and holding up Sam's gun. Sam takes it and puts it in the back of his jeans. I rolled my eyes at the boys as they start to walk away. I quickly caught up to them.
We were crawling down in the sewer again. I've said it once I'll say it again. I hate Shapeshifters. Dean and Sam were in front of me, looking around with their flashlights and guns.
"I think we're close to its lair." Dean said randomly. I stopped and looked at him.
"Why do you say that?" Sam asked. I looked next to Sam's face and saw why Dean said what he had said.
"Because there's another puke-inducing pile next to your face." I said pointing next to him. Sam turns around and sees another pile of blood and skin on a nearby pipe. He jumps back with a pure look of disgusted.
"Oh, God!" I had to stop myself from laughing my ass off. Sam glared at me and made me walk between him and Dean. We look around the area and see a pile of clothes in a corner.
"Looks like it's lived here for a while." Dean pointed out.
"Who knows how many murders he's gotten away with?" Sam and I turned towards Dean and sees the shapeshifter, still in the form of the Asian man, standing behind Dean.
"Dean!" I yelled out for Dean. He turns and gets punched by the shapeshifter. He falls to the ground, and the shapeshifter runs away. I took off after him, shooting when I could.
I at less tried to get one of his legs but the fucker was fast and moving side to side slightly.
The shapeshifter crawls up the latter out of a manhole and runs away. By the time I get up there, he's gone. I looked all around me. To see if there was something that can tell me where he went.
Seconds later, Sam and Dean crawl out of the manhole. "Where is he?" Dean asked, holding his shoulder.
"I don't know. By the time I got up here, he was gone." I told him still looking. Dean and I had our guns out ready for anything. Sam was hiding his.
"All right, let's split up." Sam said, after seeing that he was truly gone.
"All right, I'll meet you around the other side." Dean said, pointing the way he was going.
"All right." Sam nodded. "I get Rose." Sam called right after. Dean looked like he was going to fight it but then just went the separate way. Sam and I started to go the other way.
"I still hate these fuckers." I said out of breath from us going a light run, the whole time and running after the shifter the first time.
"A shape shifter is a pretty big first case." Sam called back to me. "Where did you do it? Was it in a city?" Sam asked me. I bit my lips. I didn't know if I really wanted to tell him about that.
"No…it's was in the mental Hospital I was in and killing people in there. Making seem like they went nuts and just killed them. But before each kill their clothes went missing and the one who is doing the "killing" and the one who got killed always fought the day before." Sam stopped and looked at me. I guess he really didn't think about me being in a mental Hospital. "And I didn't do on my own. There was an older hunter, who was trying to doing the case with me…but I can't remember his name." I finished with my hand on my forehead. I really wish I could remember.
Sam looked around and put his bitch face on. "Damn, I think we lost him." He sighed before looking at me. "Let's go wait up for Dean." I nodded my head in agreement.
"Alright." I wanted to go to sleep. Sam and I went to the met up spot. It was just a little street corner. We were waiting for Dean, talking about random crap.
"No way…" I scoffed at him. "Are you a fucking idiot? The Avengers would so kick Superman's ass." Sam rolled his eyes at me. "And if you put all of Marvel together. They would kick all of DC little bitches asses." Sam was about to come back with something but was cut off.
"Hey." Sam and I turned around. "Anything?" He asked. I shook my head.
"No. He's gone." I told him. He really didn't react to that. What the hell? And he hadn't even made fun of us, for talking about super heroes…I don't think this is Dean.
"All right, let's get back to the car." Sam and I cross the street. I decide to stay by Sam's side. I lightly look over my shoulder and saw that Dean had stop, waiting for a passing car to drive by. As the car passes, Dean's eyes momentarily glow silver. I looked away from him before he knew I was looking.
"Sam, you have to be quite and make sure that he doesn't hear." I whispered lightly up to him. Sam didn't even look at me and just waiting for me to continue. "That's not Dean. It's the shapeshifter."
"How do you know?" Sam asked me back.
"He's eyes, when a car past the they shined sliver and he didn't make fun of us for talking about comics." I looked at Sam from the corner of my eye. I saw that Sam was really thinking about this.
We finally got back to the Impala. Sam hasn't said one word to me or "Dean".
"You think he found another way underground?" Sam suddenly asked. The shifter turned towards us, but is still walking.
"Yeah, probably. You got the keys?" Sam stops and thinks.
"Hey, didn't Dad once face a shapeshifter in Madison?" He asked. Really their dad did a case in Madison? The shapeshifter shook his head.
"No, that was Milwaukie. It turned out not to be a shapeshifter, it was a thought form. A psychic projection, remember?" Sam nodded his head.
"Oh, right. Here ya go." Sam throws the shapeshifter the keys and walks away. I just stood there watching as the shapeshifter opens the trunk and observes all the weapons. He laughs. "Don't move!" The shapeshifter turns and sees Sam and I pointing our guns at him.
"What the fuck have you done with him?" I asked him in a calm voice. Having his heart in my sights. He looked between Sam and I.
"Rose, sweetheart, chill. It's me, all right?" I didn't say anything. I didn't believe him.
"No, I don't think so. Where's my brother?" Sam said next to me. The shapeshifter looked over at Sam.
"You're about to shoot him. Sam, calm down." He took a step closer and so did I.
"You caught those keys with your fucking left. Your shoulder was hurt." I spat at him. What the fuck did he do with Dean? He started to roll his shoulder.
"Yeah, it's better. What do you want me to do, sweetheart, cry?" He shook his head and sighing. Like he really could believe that we have him at gun point.
"You're not my brother." Sam told him. Sam's voice held a bit a of a pissed off tone. The Shapeshifter looked at us.
"Why don't you pull the trigger, then? Hm? 'Cause you're not sure." He scoffed as us. "Dude, you know me." He started to come please to us.
Sam's grip on his gun tighten. "Don't." The shapeshifter pauses before hitting Sam twice with a crowbar. Sam falls to the ground. I jumped forward towards Sam.
"Sam!" The front of my neck was now in the grip of someone, who was very strong. I quickly went in to fight mode. I started to swing my arms and legs around. "Stupid mother fucking dickweed! Let me the fuck go!" The Shapeshifter growled at me before smirking.
"Goodnight, sweetheart." I saw his fist coming towards me before it was nothing but darkness.