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Previous chapter...

Dean was the last one to get up the next morning. He looked around and found the room empty. Just then, Sam came out of the bathroom. "Already awake?" he grumbled.

"Where's Dad?" Dean asked, without wishing his brother a good morning.

"Went to get breakfast. Didn't you hear him?" Sam smirked. "I thought your trained hunter senses would notice somebody moving in the room. You didn't even hear me getting up."

"Yeah. Guess you managed to be real quiet for a change, gimp." Grabbing his jeans and a sweatshirt, Dean brushed by his brother and headed for the bathroom.

When he got out ten minutes later, he froze. There was Sam, sitting in his wheelchair and pointing his gun straight at his chest.

"Woah, woah, woah, Sam. Can't you take a joke? I didn't mean it."

"Yeah, you did. Don't move!" Sam ordered, when Dean tried to get around him. "Don't think I can't hurt you. There are silver bullets in here, y'know. The only thing that kills a shapeshifter as you might know. So tell me, Dean." Sam stressed the name derisively. "Who are you and what the hell have you done to my brother?"

Almost 60 hours earlier…

"You sure you don't wanna come Sammy?" Dean asked his brother as he walked toward the door, about to leave for the bar.

Sam laughed and turned away from looking at the TV and over to Dean. "I'm sure Dean."

Dean shrugged. "Fine, have lying in bed all night when you could be having fun." Dean had really planned hanging out with the bartender...whatshername...and then going back to her place. But still, he always put his brother first. Because if Sammy had wanted to go out with him to the bar, that was more important than hooking up with some random chick.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Really Dean, I'm wiped. And anyway, we all know what you really want to be doing tonight." He smirked and John let out a cough from the other bed, obviously not wanting to hear this.

Dean simply winked. "I'll see you later guys."

"See you Dean." John called out followed by Sam's. "Have fun!"

Dean drove the Impala over to the bar and waited a few minutes before getting out. He wasn't sure why but he felt nervous. It wasn't like he was going to actually get to know the girl, she wouldn't find out about his dyslexia so there shouldn't be any reason she would turn him down. He knew he wasn't in the best physical shape of his life but really...it wasn't like he looked bad. Sam would have told him if he did.

Dean got out of the car with a sigh and headed inside the bar. He scoffed when he was asked to show his ID. He was twenty six for goodness sakes! But it actually made him feel a little better, that some stupid person thought he looked that young. It was a good thing he stopped smoking before it had the chance to really age his face.

It wasn't long before Dean felt slender arms wrap around his waist. He tensed for a moment, waiting for her to pull away in disgust once she didn't feel flat abs but relaxed as he felt her squeeze him tighter.

"So glad you showed up." Amy, the bartender, whispered in his ear, slowly turning him around to face her. Dean watched her eyes roam his body and silently wished for the best, hoping he wasn't coming across nervous.

"Looking good." She winked, stepping in closer and Dean grinned, immediately feeling a thousand times better and closed the distance between them with no longer even a bit of worry.

"You're looking pretty good there yourself." He smirked. "Although good isn't exactly the word I'd use."

Amy hooked her arm with Dean's while leading them towards the bar. "Why don't you tell me the words you'd use while we have a few drinks?"

"I'd be happy to."

Sam was right, girls didn't think any differently of him. He owed his brother a big one.

A few hours later Dean was feeling happily buzzed as Amy leaned into him, trailing her hand up and down his arm.

"You know...I really like you Dean. How about we take this back to my place for the night."

"I'd say that sounds like a plan." Dean winked, feeling victorious. It had been a while since he slept with a girl, feeling too insecure not only about his weight but just about...well everything. Now he couldn't feel more confident in knowing his charm still worked even though he had put on a few pounds and that he was still found attractive.

They drove the Impala to her place, Amy leaning up against him with her arms around him the whole ride and Dean thought that maybe...maybe things were actually going to start going right for him.

"What's this?" She asked, pointing to the hand controls, a look of curiosity on her face.

"They're hand controls for the brakes and gas so my brother can drive." He said simply, watching as she ran her fingers over the controls lightly.

"What's wrong with him?" She asked.

Dean tensed. He hated this question. Yeah, Sam was paralyzed but Dean never ever saw that as something that was wrong with Sam. It was just a part of him, a part of who he was.

"There's nothing wrong with him." Dean said a bit too harshly, but didn't feel bad for the way it came out. "He just can't use his legs to drive because he's paralyzed from the waist down."

"Oh." Amy's eyes were wide with something more than curiosity this time and Dean couldn't put his finger on what that was. "I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry."

Dean sighed, remembering that most people weren't familiar with disabilities like Sam's. They just simply didn't know how to react to it, and he had to be more patient.

"It's okay. I'm just real defensive when it comes to him...protective...more than I should be. I just don't see his disability as something that's wrong with him because well, it isn't." As Dean spoke the words he suddenly felt like a hypocrite to himself. It hit him hard. Here he was saying that there was nothing wrong with Sam but he considered his own disability to be something wrong with him. How was that fair? He suddenly understood why Sam got so annoyed when Dean would put himself down because of dyslexia. It was a disability sure, but it didn't mean there was anything wrong about him. It was just something he had to deal with and learn to adapt to...just like Sam.

Maybe he was really starting to understand something here.

Once they entered her room Amy was all over Dean, pulling at his hair with her tongue down his throat.

"Whoa, whoa." Dean chuckled, pulling back a bit. He was taken aback by how much she seemed into him and how fast she was moving.

"Sorry." She grinned, running her hands down both sides of his face. "But like I said earlier, I really like you Dean. Come on." She pulled him over to the bed before pushing him down on top of it. Amy then proceeded to jump on top of him. They made out for a few minutes before she suddenly pulled back and smiled almost wickedly. Turning away she leaned over the side of her bed and started rummaging through her drawers, pulling out two pairs of handcuffs.

"Aha." Dean said, his eyes twinkling. "I see where this is going."

"Oh Dean..." Amy huffed in a singsong voice, successfully locking both of his hands to the two bedposts. "You'd be surprised."

"Mmm really? I'd like to see some of these surprises."

Amy full on grinned then, nothing about it flirtatious any longer. "You should really watch what you wish for." And then before Dean's eyes Amy...started to morph. Twisting and turning in the most disturbing ways, her whole body distorting and Dean found himself wordlessly screaming at the gruesome sight before him. And then he felt something slimy on top of him...her freakin' skin and within a few seconds Dean was looking at his own face.

"Holy shit!" Dean yelled, pulling at his arms that were now restrained as he stared into those green eyes. He had been right, it was a shifter. Not that it mattered now. Shit.

"Surprise!" The shifter laughed, still hovering over Dean as he squirmed. It then took the opportunity to clear Dean of his cell phone and all weapons before throwing the skin to the ground. It took in Dean's squirming and smirked. "What's wrong? Frightened that you won't be able to escape?"

Dean glared at the thing. "No, I'll be able to escape, there's no doubt in my mind."

"Don't be so cocky Dean. You know I have all of your memories. All that false bravado is just to make up for how insecure and weak you feel. You know, for living in your crippled brother's shadow."

"Fuck you." Dean spat.

"Really now? I assumed you wouldn't want to anymore now that I look just like you. But I wouldn't mind." It sneered as it leaned in closer only for Dean to spit in the monster's face.

"Oh, I guess this is too weird even for you. I can change back to poor little Amy if you want, just to finish what we started."

"What the hell did you do to her?"

"Ohhhh don't worry Dean. You never met the real Amy. I'm really sorry, but you'll never have the chance to. I killed her this morning. I don't need her any longer, you know? Now that I have such a fine new body." The shifter grinned and stroked its well muscled arms in awe.

Dean flinched. He tried to dispel the disturbing image of the dead bartender girl in the sewer. "So this is what you do then? Use people for sex and then change into them and so on?"

The shifter laughed. "Oh no Dean, come on...I'm not that easy. You know I can change into both genders, but that doesn't mean I want to sleep with everyone I meet. But hey, I'm just like you humans...I get bored so I do sleep with some of my victims. I have the opportunity to live as many lives as I want without having to commit to it. It's fun."

"So you live their lives….fine, but why do you have to kill them?"

The shifter shrugged. "You really have to ask this, Dean? They would tell the police about me if I let them live. Can't risk that."

"Why'd you pick me, and don't use the excuse that it was just for my stellar good looks."

It snickered. "You're a funny one Dean; I might even regret killing you. But you are right. There is a reason. I overheard you and that Daddy of yours talking about me in the bar. I wondered why you were so curious and the only way I could find out is by having access to your thoughts." It smiled Dean's smirk. "And ohhh what a complicated mindset you have Dean. Again, I almost feel bad for you. And maybe I wouldn't kill you if you weren't a hunter."

"But still I'm going to have so much fun with you Dean. This little brother Sam, the cripple that you're stupid enough to take hunting with you...I see how much you love him. Think about how upset he'll be when his big brother role model doesn't look out for him when he walks…"

Dean's eyes grew wide upon realizing exactly what this thing was going to do. It was going to take his place within his family. It was going to be there while Sam was walking, Dean would miss all of it...and worst of all: what if Sam stumbled? It was going to let him fall, ruining all of Sam's confidence that Dean had worked so hard to create.

"Speaking of Sam..." The shifter trailed off before grabbing Dean's necklace and snatching it off his neck. "I have to wear this now don't I? Little Sammy's present to his big hero of a brother?"

Dean felt like his heart was splitting in two. "Don't you touch that!" He cried, trying with all his might to reach out, only to have his wrists burn from pulling so hard against his restraints.

The shifter ignored him. "I'll never let you fall Sam...never again..." It said, and hearing that come from his own voice in a mocking tone was enough to send Dean to the breaking point.

"You fuckin' leave Sammy out of this! This is between me and you! Not my little brother! Do whatever the hell you want to me but do not touch him!"

"Why? Afraid Sammy can't protect himself since he can't walk? I thought you believed in him more Dean..."

"It's not that!" Dean seethed, it's because he trusts me too much...

"Oh don't worry Dean. That won't be the worst of it for that spoiled little snobby brat. Just wait until I...Sonuvabitch!" The shifter glared down at Dean who had just used his legs to kick him in the crotch...hard.

"You think that would hurt me enough to distract me? Stupid hunter, you're going to pay for that." It grabbed Dean's gun from the nightstand and with inhuman strength rammed the butt of it down on Dean's shin.

Dean let out a blood-curdling scream so loud that the neighbors were bound to hear, tears falling freely from his eyes from the pain. He knew without looking that his leg had been broken.

"Too bad I'll have to ruin your pretty face. I guess it's a good thing I'll be around so everyone can see it for a bit longer."

And with that the shifter continued to pound Dean in the face until he passed out.

Dean woke sometime later, his head pounding and face stinging, not to mention his left leg felt like it was on fire. He groaned, moving his tongue along his teeth, happy to find out none of his teeth were missing. However, he could barely open his eyes. One was completely swollen shut and the other could only open halfway. His lips were huge and split and he hoped to god that his nose wasn't broken.

Looking around best he could he could see that he was in a sewer, sitting on the cold and wet cement. He tried pulling his arms from behind them, only to find out they were tightly tied to a metal pipe behind him.

Even if he was able to get out of these ropes, he couldn't walk. Okay, Sam couldn't walk either, but he always found a way to get from one place to another. Dean's face hardened. He would crawl out of this damned sewer if he got his hands free.

Sighing, Dean tried to get his muddled and fuzzy mind to think of a way of escaping. However, as his senses became more aware he couldn't help but notice the rancid smell coming from somewhere near him. It almost smelt like...

Turning his head, Dean nearly threw up when he saw a girl tied up from across him. From what Dean could see her face actually looked worse than his and she was completely slumped over. It was Amy and Dean didn't have to be a genius to know that she was dead. The smell alone proved that.

Shit. Now he was stuck in some sewer with a rotting body while a shifter was posing as him...Sam and John none the wiser...

How long could he last down here? Sam and John...especially Sam would have to figure out the shifter wasn't him. Sam knew Dean...he'd figure it out and he'd kill the thing. But how would his family find Dean down here?

Dean assumed since he's just ate a large meal at the bar with...Amy...it would be enough to hold him over for a while. And it wasn't like his body was malnourished by any means. He'd be able to make it a long time without food. It would be hard...especially with how much he loved to eat. But he could do it, that wasn't the issue.

The problem was water. Dean was already thirsty from only having beers to drink. The human body couldn't last long without water. He maybe didn't get good grades in school because of his dyslexia but he sure did listen to his teacher's lectures. And that's one thing he knew for sure, after four days without water...you were pretty much dead.

There was water all around him. Disgusting, dirty water...but it was water. However the handcuffs restrained him from even bending down to lap at it. And sure, he had a flask that he always kept in his coat but what did that help if he couldn't reach it.

Dean was going to have to wait...and pray that his family would be able to find him down here.

Or he would suffer the same fate as Amy.