_Author's Note_

So I passed 1,500 views today and I'm beyond happy! Thank you guys so much!

This is my longest chapter as of yet, 6,600 words, 20 pages! So I hope you enjoy as some ish is about to be going down! Let me know what you think in the comments! =D

_Chapter 20_

"Shadows"

Dean

"Dean! Please! Dean! It's me!" tears streamed down her face, "It's always been me! This is me!" I stood somewhat lax and caught off guard. I had pinned what I thought to be the shifter against the barn wall. The sewers had been empty but a phone call led us to a small abandoned farm just outside of the town.

I had my gun pointed to its chest. But I couldn't tell, I was so confused. But all I did know was that right now I was pointing my gun at Trinity's chest or what looked to be Trinity. And it was shattering my heart.

I was hesitating on making any move and her hand came up to my wrist. Our Marks matched. Our Marks. The Marks that had started appearing a few months ago. They were wrapping around our left hands in intricate designs, parts were black like a tattoo, some white like a scar, and other parts were faded red like a burn, so similar to the angel wing designs on Trinity's back. They curled around our fingers and hands, travelled up our wrists and forearms and ended in curls that tailed off at our elbows.

Her warm, Marked hand slid up my own Marked arm and cupped my face. But her hands were always cold. Always. I closed my eyes, letting a single tear fall down my cheek and trickle onto her slim violinist's fingers. I tried to reason with myself, was this actually her? But she felt like her, she sounded like her. I needed a sign.

"Dean, please, listen to me, hear me, Dean, I love you."

Those words struck me like train.

Thunder boomed outside and I opened my eyes. Lightening flashed and against the wall a shadow of huge hybrid angel wings shown.

I felt my eyes widen and my breathing intensify.

"Dean, please, look, it's me, I'm here."

I felt my gaze intensify and harden, I stared straight into hazel eyes.

The sound of my gun going off echoed through the wooden building.

… 15 Hours Earlier …

Four months after Christmas, we were on a case in Indiana.

"Well, I think it's safe to say, it's a shifter," Trinity said using a stick in her right hand to lift up a string of slimy skin that was piled in an alleyway next to the apartment the murder happened in. She stood up in her dress pants and blouse, making a disgusted face and shook. She backed up in between me and my brother both in our FBI suits.

"Great. I hate these freaking things."

"So, where do we start?" I knew Trinity had only been on one or two shifter cases with us, so she wasn't an expert of these guys. She reached up with her other hand and rubbed her nose. I saw her white scars on her wrist covered by the Marks that had formed that matched mine.

"Well, we're gonna have to figure out which sewer system he's in, if he even is in one, and who he looks like now."

"That's gonna be fun."

…

"Can you tell us anything? Anything?" Trinity held the hand of the victim's mother.

All she got in response was a bunch of sniffling and sobbing. She bet her head down and used her hand to move the woman's tissue filled hand.

"Listen to me," she looked into her eyes, her voice hardened a bit. The woman lifted her head, "We need to know what happened. Tell us absolutely everything you know."

"Someone that looked like a student my boy went to school with, um, Peyton something, came in last night and hit me with a shovel and when I woke up my son was decapitated in our living room with words carved on his chest," she said in a monotonous voice in one breath, but as soon as she finished, the river of tear began again as well as the body raking sobbing.

Trinity stood up and gripped the woman's shoulder. "Thank you, and I'm so very sorry about…" she searched for the dead boy's name.

"Daniel," she heaved out.

"We're so sorry about Daniel."

She turned around to face us and motioned toward the door.

As we got outside, "How'd you get her to do that?" Sammy asked.

"I didn't think she would, it surprised me as much as you," she smiled, but wouldn't meet our eyes for a minute after leaving the threshold. I got the feeling she wasn't telling us something, but I dropped it.

"So, Payton something. That's helpful," I grumbled.

"Hey, Dean, why don't you guys inspect more around here and see if you can find his sewer, and I'll go check out the high school."

I started to protest, but she stopped me, "I'm the most believable high schooler… just sayin'," she winked.

"Fine. But keep your phone on you."

"Will do," she called out behind her as she started walking away.

"Hey! Trin!"

She stopped and turned in time to catch the keys I had just tossed her.

She froze and looked from the keys to me and back and forth. "No. Way."

"Yes way, go ahead, you're wearing heels," I winked.

She got a big grin on her mouth and giggled and walked a little faster to Baby.

Trinity

I couldn't believe I was driving Baby. Dear Lord did she ride well.

I rolled the window down and pulled my hair tie out letting my curly hair blow in the wind. The sky was dark in the far distance, it was going to thunderstorm later.

I pulled Baby into the parking lot of Arlington High. I looked at myself in the rearview mirror and sighed. Even though I was the youngest of our group, I had to fix a few things to pass for a teen. I searched the glove box for a bobby pin and bumped my bangs up, I put some chap stick on, I adjusted my boobs to show a little more cleavage, and I pulled my dress pants off and replaced them with jeans. The heels came off and on went some Converse.

I stood up and closed Baby's door. I walked around back to open her trunk. Before I did, I check to make sure no one was in viewing distance and pulled out a weapon-less bag and closed the hood. Locking her up I started toward the building.

I had never set foot in a high school, or any school for that matter, so I didn't know what to expect.

A young boy on the railing whistled at me and I flipped him off, causing him to only smile more. God, I hated teenage boys. I paused in my walking though. This kid could've known Daniel or Peyton. I put a fake smile on and sashayed over to him, swaying my hips.

"Hey there," he looked me up and down. I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

"Hi," I tried to lighten my voice a little and add a bit of seduction in there. "I'm looking for Peyton… um… Peyton…"

"Peyton Beauregard?"

I let the corners of my lips and eyebrows go up, "Yeah! Do you know where he is?"

"He? The only Peyton Beauregard here is a chick."

Crap.

"Oh, we'll we met online, and decided to meet here."

"Oh, oh, you're a lesbo, aren't you?" he still had a smile. Sick little bastard.

"No," I scowled. Okay, I got the name, he's no use for me now. I went to walk away and felt his hand grab my side and try to slide down to my butt.

I rolled my eyes and twisted around giving him a right-hook to the cheek. It made him twirl and fall.

"Damn!"

"Yeah, get over it. Treat girls better you little pervert," my voice was back to normal and I shook my hand off. I sighed and as I turned away I heard him grumble something on the ground. I stopped and turned. "What was that?"

"Nothing."

I just stared at him.

"Fine, you wanna know, I said, 'Crazy bitch'!"

I stepped quickly over to him, surprising him with my speedy agility. I crouched and lifted him up by his shirt collar. "I could kill you right here and now, in more ways than one. Get over yourself. You have it so good right now, you don't even realize it! Go pick up your grades and appreciate the life you have. Clean up your act and mouth, and like I said before," I pulled him within kissing distance, "treat, girls, better." I forcefully let him go and he fell, stupefied back to the concrete.

As I walked through the doors, "Okay," a small voice squeaked behind me. Yup, that definitely turned him on. But hopefully the little jerk would listen, he should, because I had just used compulsion on him, just like Daniel's mother, and the couple all the way back to the wendigo hunt with the boys. I had mastered using it without using too much power to fell uncontrolled.

I walked through the packed hallways of pubescent kids and slamming lockers. Some stopped and stared at the "new girl", some kept walked, and some were too busy staring down at their phones.

I was almost to the office when I heard a young girl's voice to my side.

"Trinity?"

It surprised me and I halted and turned to see a girl, probably about 17 with dirty blonde hair and pale green eyes staring at me. I knew her.

I stepped to the side out of the flow of children and search through my memories. Then I remembered. A couple of years ago, we were a couple towns over from here on a ghost hunt. This girl's mother was haunting her and her father and becoming dangerous. This girl, Kelsey, almost died. She hugged me before we left.

"Kelsey?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same of you."

"My dad moved us a couple of months after you left, he couldn't handle the memories of our old house."

"How are you guys doing?"

"Fine I guess. I still have nightmares, but I try to remember what you told me."

"Always keep fighting," I muttered.

"Yeah."

I remember when Cas told me that, all those years ago. I never forget it.

"Well, I need you help."

"Anything," she smiled up at me.

"Did you know Daniel Dougherty?"

"Yeah, we weren't close or anything. Why?"

"Well, he was found dead this morning. Decapitated with a message etched into his chest.

"Oh my God…"

"Well, we know what we're hunting, but-"

"The Winchester's are with you?" she asked me a little too happy.

"Yeah, well, not here here, but-"

"So Sam is here though, in this town?" she grinned. I guess I had forgotten that part about Kelsey. She was crushing hard on my basically-brother.

"Yes, but Kelsey, this is important."

She shook her head, "Right, yeah, what could I help you with though?"

"Now do you know Peyton Beauregard?"

"Yeah, she's kind of weird though. No one really talks to her. Again, why?"

"Because the last person this monster looked like, was her."

"Wait, are you hunting a shifter?"

This caught me by surprise, "Yeah, how'd you…"

"I've been interested in the supernatural stuff every since, you know."

"Oh. Well, anyway, would Peyton have some sort of reason to want to hurt Daniel?"

"Well, of course, he would always tease her and pick on her and call her names."

"Like what?"

"Like weirdo, dweeb, psycho, freak-"

"Ah, take a look at this," I lifted my phone to show her a picture of Daniel's chest with a bloody word carved into it; freak.

"Oh! God! That's disgusting," she paused and looked closer, "Yet interesting."

I pulled the phone away, "Okay, first off lay off the gore, kay? We ganked your mom's ghost so you could have a normal life, live it."

She didn't say anything.

"Sorry, I'm just kinda stressed out right now."

"It's fine. I get it," she sighed, "But I don't think Peyton would go that far as to kill him, and so grossly."

"It wouldn't have actually been her. I think the shifter is using people who have a hatred for someone to kill. Like, look, Peyton probably loathed Daniel for his teasing and whoever the shifter is, saw this and used it."

"That's sick."

"Yeah. So, stay safe, kay, Kels?"

"Yeah, I will, Trinity, thanks again."

"Hey, call me if you find anything out okay?" I wrote my emergency number down on her notebook.

"Will do," she nodded and I walked back past all of the scurrying students, about to be late for class, and out the doors I came in from.

I hope the boys found something useful too.

Sam

"Here we are, Beauregard Street," Dean sighed as he pulled Baby to a stop in front of a house in a peaceful looking neighborhood allotment.

"6845, that's Peyton's house," Trinity said from the back seat. When she met up with us back at the Dougherty's house, she told us about Peyton Beauregard and how she ran into Kelsey from a few years ago.

I looked the girl up in the directory and found out where she lived. I also found out that the sewer system near Daniel's house connected with the one on this street. We figured we'd start there.

"Well, let's go," I sighed.

We all got out of the Impala and started up the sidewalk to a nice home. I looked up at it and in the very top window a young girl's face peered down at us with resentment.

"Hey, guys, you think that's her?"

Dean scoffed, "Of course not, I mean, a creepy girl glaring at us? Why would it be, Sammy?"

"Shut up, Dean."

Trinity chuckled and rang the doorbell. She had changed back into her FBI outfit and rang again after no response.

"Sorry, I'm coming!" a muffled voice sounded behind the door. It opened and a middle-aged woman with greying, brown hair and glasses looked at us confused, but gave us a worried smile as she dried her hands and threw a dish towel over her shoulder. "Yes? May I help you?"

"Hi, I'm Agent Cobain, this is Agent Grohl, and this is Agent Channing," he gestured to me and Trinity as well all held up our fake IDs. I swear one day, someone is going to recognize Dean's rock homages. "We're here to ask a few questions about the murder a few blocks down, the murder of Daniel Dougherty."

"I'm Chastity Beauregard," she shook our hands, "Oh, I heard, it's completely awful what happened."

"No it's not," a small voice made itself heard behind Mrs. Beauregard.

"Peyton," Chastity warned her daughter.

"It's okay," I told the woman. Peering around her I saw a girl about 14 with orange hair, pale skin, freckles, and ice blue eyes hidden behind big glasses. A long scar traced itself from her right temple through her lip, to her chin. "Why would you say that, miss?"

"He was mean and nasty, no one truly liked him."

"I'm sorry, he and my daughter never got along well, ever since they were little kids."

"May we ask you both a few questions?" Trinity looked at the mother with compassion.

"Yeah, sure, of course," she opened the door farther and let us in.

…

"Well, she definitely had the anger to fuel the shifter," Dean muttered as we walked back to Baby a few hours later.

"Well, from Daniel, to her own dad being abusive, I'd say so," Trinity said matter-of-factly. "I'm going to send in an anonymous abuse report."

"Okay, but we still don't know where the shifter is," I sighed.

"Well, it's almost five, so let's go get a motel room and we'll do some research and see if we can get any farther," Trinity patted my arm as she hopped in the back seat.

…

"Well, I think my eyes are going to melt if I look at this computer screen any more," Dean complained.

"Same," Trinity 's muffled voice piped up from the couch.

I turned around to see her lying face down, her nose in the margin of a book, her wild, black curls falling to all sides and directions.

"You're not even looking at a computer," I smirked.

"Same difference."

"Fine, we'll pick up tomorrow," I check my watch, "It's a little past ten. I'm gonna go try to find a place to get some food, kay?"

"Yup," her voice croaked again.

"Food would be nice," I looked back to my brother who also had his face downward, his forehead on the keys of my laptop.

"That can't be comfortable."

"Screw consciousness."

I shook my head grabbing my jacket and heading out the door. Before I closed it behind me I joked, "Don't sex-ify the beds, alright? I'll only be gone like ten minutes."

"That gives us all the more reason-" Dean grumbled from his position.

"Oh, just shut it," I closed the door before he could go on. I heard Trinity giggle from behind the door.

_Author's Song Note_

I love this one… "Crazy Love" by Jason Manns and Jensen Ackles

Trinity

After Sam left I quietly got up and tiptoed over to the sitting Dean. I kneeled down and pulled his chair out as much as I could and rested my head on his thighs, rubbing my fingers on his sides. His big hand found my head and stroked my crazy hair, occasionally twirling some through his fingers.

I felt his lips on top of my head and I looked up at him. I met his lips with mine and even though it'd been years, their softness and plumpness surprised me every time. I smiled against them and rose up, sitting down on his lap, my legs on each of his sides wrapping around the back of the chair.

I intertwined my fingers in his hair and tugged just slightly, making him let out a small groan. I kissed his cheek, jawbone, and neck, savoring each one. His hands caressed my thighs and massaged with his thumbs. They slid under me and he stood, carrying me to our bed.

He crawled on top of me, still kissing, and slid his hands up my sides removing my hoodie. My cold fingers slid down his and disrobed his lower half. I felt the goosebumps pucker on his soft skin and giggled. Every time.

His silky lips passed over my shoulders and the crook of my neck, his soft sighs in my ear. I kicked off my sweat pants and underwear to then wrap my legs around his bare waist. My hands snuck under his t-shirt to pass over his abdomen and chest, we worked as a team to remove the clothing between us. My slender hands then ventured his muscular back and shoulders, always taking in the pleasure of his young hunter's body.

As he lurched forward, I put my hand on the back of his neck for support, feeling the velvety baby hairs. I tangled my other hand in his fluffy, blonde hair and gently pulled and massaged. He groaned against my clavicle.

We sat up and I let my legs fall to the sides of his thighs, in a kneeling position, but not able to touch the bed. I pulled myself close to his warm body, feeling his heartbeat against his chest and buried my face in his neck.

As he lifted my body up and down, I clung to his chest, my hands clutching his strong shoulders. I kissed his neck over and over and his lips rested on my shoulder. I could feel his hot breath against my skin.

As I breathed against his freckled neck I felt his hands find my shoulder blades. I gasped as it felt like they bumped into something protruding from my back. My eyes grew wide.

I remembered what Cas had told me when we first found out about the prophecy, Dean will start to be able to see things the way you can. Including yourself.

Dean

As my hands caressed Trinity's bare back and my lips kissed her shoulder, I rubbed her shoulder blades. But it felt like there was something else. I opened my eyes and looked down.

But there was nothing. I drew my hands away and rested them on the small of her back. Blinking a few times I slightly shook my head and travelled back up.

My calloused hands passed clean over her scapula as if I had just imagined feeling something else. I closed my eyes once more and leaned back to kiss her cheek and then her mouth.

We pressed our foreheads together and our lungs shared the same air. She opened her eyes and looked into mine. I just smiled and pulled her as close as possible. Her hands laid on my pecs and her cheek on my sternum. She sideways kissed my skin and I put my chin over her head, our breath still heavy. I squeezed her tight and loved the way her body fit next to mine.

Trinity

Dean pulled us both clumsily back to the sheets and rolled on top of me as I giggled. I popped my head up and gave him a quick peck on the lips and we smiled. He flopped down beside me and I snuggled in next to him. I loved how perfectly I matched his body.

Dean

I heard Sam in Baby come back with food not long after Trinity fell asleep beside me. Before he could make his way up here to the second floor of the motel, I gently got up. I pulled on some pants and a shirt and turned to the lovely creature sharing my bed.

I gasped and took a step back almost tripping over her crumpled clothes strewn about. She was lying chest down on the bed, one arm stretched and curled above her head, the other relaxed in front of her face, her untamed hair framing her angelic face with the small scar on her cheek, covering the whole pillow. As the bluish, white moonlight shone in from the window illuminating her soft skin, a giant shadow darkened parts of her back, the sheets, and wall.

My breathing picked up and my eyes enlarged. I tried to blink it away, but nothing changed. I slowly stepped over to my sleeping love and gently rubbed where the shadows originated. I couldn't feel anything so I turned and looked at the window to see if something was blocking the light to make these shapes. But again, there was nothing. I turned back to the sleeping Trinity and she looked so peaceful except for the huge angel wing shadows surrounding her. As I looked closer they looked different than regular angel wings, they had a bat-like part towards the joint.

I stood, stunned for a minute until I heard the keyhole shake and the door open. I twisted around to see Sammy walk through the door with a bag from a fast-food place with grease soaking the corners.

"Is it safe to open my eyes?" he sarcastically asked with his eyes shut.

I flipped back around and where there had just been shadowy wings, there was once again, nothing.

I stuttered, "Uh, ye, ye, yeah. Yeah."

I heard Sam put the bag down and his footsteps come closer, "Dude, you alright? You look pale."

He took my shoulder and turned me to face him.

I looked back at my brother and tried to slow my breathing.

"Yeah I'm fine… bad dream."

"Good, cause I have food."

I looked back over to the bed, "I'm… fine."

Sam opened the bag and took out some wrapped junk food and brought one over to Trinity. He held it in front of her nose and waved it slowly.

"Trinity," he drew out all of his words tauntingly, "I have food."

She mumbled something incomprehensible and shifted her position a little, pulling the blankets up to her chin and curling into a ball.

"Fine, we'll save some for you for breakfast."

All the while I was still standing like a statue against Sam's bed.

"Hey man, come on and eat. Shake it off."

I wish I could Sammy, I wish I could.

Sam

A few hours after we had eaten and fallen asleep, Trinity's emergency cell started ringing loudly.

All three of us jolted up and looked around with tired eyes.

"What the…" Dean grumbled.

"This better be freaking worth it Kelsey," Trinity mumbled as she got up, pulling a blanket around her like an eskimo.

"You gave her your number?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"After we ganked her mom, yeah," she replied sarcastically.

"It's probably just a girl problem," Dean fell back down to the bed after giving Trinity a cautious gaze. Ever since I had gotten back, he seemed like he couldn't shake that nightmare, and it obviously had to do with Trinity.

She scoffed and answered the phone, "Kelsey this better be goo-"

She was interrupted from the other line.

"Okay, okay, listen to me Kelsey, listen, where are you?" her voice urgent as her eyes became serious. "Okay, we're coming, Kelsey, get somewhere safe and stay on the phone, okay, Ke-" she was interrupted again but this time by a scream even I could hear from the other line. "Kelsey! Kelsey! Son of a bitch…" she hung up and ran past us to the bathroom, "Get some clothes on, it's got Kelsey," she closed the door and Dean and I got up and threw some shirts and pants on.

Within a minute Trinity came out of the bathroom fully clothed, pulling her hair back. She walked to the door, grabbing her gun and a dagger, and slipping them in her pocket and halter. My brother and I followed her outside into the thunderstorm.

Trinity

"She said she's being chased to the old Townshend farm," I urgently stated from the back seat of Baby moments after Dean revved her up and took off.

Sam clicked away on his laptop to find the location. "There!" he said as Dean glanced over for a few seconds and nodded. He looked back to the road and sped up.

As we flew down an old country road, the trees flying past, a big, old barn showed up in the close distance. As we got closer it looked like it was at least one hundred years old and long time since abandoned.

Dean pulled to a stop making dirt and dust fly. We all jumped out of the Impala and drew our guns.

My boyfriend made a silent motion we all understood, saying be quiet, careful, and follow his lead. He went first and a followed, Sam brought up the back and we all had our guns poised.

Dean quietly unlatched the door handle and threw it open and we all ran in, guns pointed at the dark.

But there was nothing. We kept our backs to one another and each faced a different direction.

From another part of the giant barn, we heard a pleading scream, "Help me! Please he-" and she was cut off.

"We have to split up," Sam whispered urgently.

I nodded and Dean took my arm, "No, these things are dangerous," he whisper-warned me.

"What isn't Dean?! She could still be alive!" I did the same.

He stayed silent and just locked my gaze with his for a moment. I felt his hand fall away from my arm. He nodded and then I did and we took off in different direction trying to find Kelsey.

I turned corners and peeked around the dark doorways, occasionally whispering, "Kelsey?!"

I took a flight of stair up and came around a rotting ladder and saw her, tied up and gagged. Blood seeping onto her pink pajamas and blonde hair.

"Kelsey! I ran over to her, being careful to watch out for the rotted hole in the dust covered floor. "It's okay, it's okay, I've got you," I assured her, taking her gag out.

She started yelling at me, "It's all your fault, everything, my mother, my father, Daniel… Daniel, I liked him! And now me! It's all your fault! You kill; everyone you touch!"

I stopped just for a moment, as he words hit me like a bus. I shook my head and blinked, trying to push them aside. She was just a scared little girl.

"Guess what, Sam's with me, it's all gonna be fine," I smiled trying to calm her down. After reaching around to untie her binds, which were pretty loose to begin with, I looked up to her tear-stained face and she had a creepy, sadistic smile and a wickedness in her eyes.

"You have lovely skin, I can't wait to wear it," she calmly stated.

My eyes grew. I tried to step back, but my foot got caught on a hole and her knee came up to meet my chin. I flew backward and felt my ankle pop from being stuck in the hole.

My gun flew out of my hand, skidded across the floor, and down a big hole on the other side of the room.

"Damit!"

She jumped to fall on top of me and I brought my other foot and palms up and she landed on them, so I shoved her back and away. I pulled my sprained ankle from the hole and tried to stand, wincing with the smallest of pressure on it.

I turned to go back down the steps, but as I got to the top of them, felt a heavy weight on my back. I tipped forward and the shifter and I fell down the steep stairs.

When I felt us hit the bottom, my head hit something hard and metal, and I lost consciousness.

Dean

I had just heard a commotion to my right and it sounded like it was upstairs. "Trinity?!"

All I got in response was a consecutive line of loud bangs, like someone falling down a flight of stairs. I started running toward the noise.

As I turned a corner I ran into Trinity.

"Dean! C'mon! It's following me!" a wild look in her eyes. She grabbed my hand and ran in front of me. Her steps quick and well placed. She pulled me into an alcove and hugged me tight.

"Hey, it's okay, what happened?"

"It's Kelsey! She tricked us…"

"Stay here, I have to go find Sammy."

"No!" she pulled me tight against her.

"But-"

She dug her nose into my neck and I held her, my breath quickened. She lifted her lips to my ear and whispered.

"I saw you earlier, I was watching,"

I felt my eyebrows furrow remembering what I had seen earlier that night.

"No one will believe you…" she hissed with a smile and pulled back and looked at me, her eyes flashing silver with a black slit for a pupil.

I saw her hand come up with a dagger and aim for my chest. I caught her hand and tried to pull her back as she ran away, but her small wrist slipped from my grasp. She ran and disappeared around the corners.

"Sam!" I shouted, "it's got Trinity! Be careful!"

A distant, "Dean!" sounded through the old wooden walls.

"Sammy!" I started running in the direction of his voice. After a few twists and turns I came into a dark room with a broken window letting in the moonlight, rain, and wind.

Sam was in a battle with the shifter, holding her one arm up and the other holder the wrist that held a blade away from his stomach.

"Sam!" I ran in and tackled the shifter making her drop her knife. She used her Converse covered feet to throw me off and she got up quickly and ran back out the way I came in. I turned to Sam.

"Sammy, you okay, brother?" I checked him over.

"Yeah, Dean, I'm fine, c'mon, Trinity's still here somewhere."

We bolted through the threshold and pulled out our guns again, parting ways.

I went right and after a minute of running came across a rotting ladder that had blood smeared here and there. I followed the trail down to the ground and saw a small pool of the red substance against a shovel. Around the base of the ladder there was an area clear of dust where commotion had obviously happened. Behind the it there were a few piles of the nasty skin and clothes leftovers.

I looked forward again and saw two sets of footsteps, the same exact size and shape, going in the same direction. I followed them.

I went into a room very similar to the last one that Sam was in, a broken window letting the wind blow in the rain. Except this one contained a shivering form in the corner, barely visible in the shadows.

I sprinted over and yanked her up off the floor, shoving her against the wall. The moonlight barely lit up her face. But I could see the hazel eyes that filled my best dreams, full of tears.

"Dean! Please! Dean! It's me!" tears streamed down her face, "It's always been me! This is me!" I was caught off guard and I let my grip go somewhat lax.

I kept my gun pointed to her chest, my other arm pinning her back. But I thought to myself, Wait, is this the shifter or my Trin? But I couldn't tell, I was so confused. All I did know was that right now I was pointing my gun at my Trinity's chest or something looked like her. And my heart shattered at the sight.

I was hesitating on making any move and her hand came up to my wrist. Our Marks matched. Our Marks. The only things like them in existence.

Her warm, Marked hand slid up my own Marked arm and cupped my face. But her hands were always cold. Always. I closed my eyes, letting a single tear fall down my cheek and trickle onto her slim violinist's fingers. I tried to reason with myself, was this actually her? But she felt like her, she sounded like her. I needed a sign.

"Dean, please, listen to me, hear me, Dean, I love you," she sobbed.

Those words struck me like train.

Thunder boomed outside and I opened my eyes. Lightening flashed and against the wall a shadow of huge hybrid angel wings shown.

I felt my eyes widen and my breathing intensify like it had in the motel.

"Dean, please, look, it's me, I'm here," almost like she didn't even realize what the light had just revealed.

I lifted my hand pinning her down, did she even have an idea about what I've been seeing, and caressed her clean face.

Wait… clean… there was way too much blood back there…

I felt my gaze intensify and harden, I stared straight into hazel eyes. It had to have been the shifter even back at the motel… but how?

The sound of my gun going off echoed through the wooden building.

Sam

I heard a gun go off. Just once.

"Dean!" I screamed and started running to find the origin of the boom.

"Sam!" I heard a familiar feminine voice.

"Trinity! Where are you?!"

"One of these God forsaken, freaking hallways! I'm gonna gank that little bitch like there's no tomorrow!" that was definitely Trinity. I came into the big opening toward the center of the barn and saw Trinity, limping out of the darkness, gash in her head, hair everywhere, a black eye and chin, and other scrapes and bruises spotting her skin in the moonlight coming from the big hole in the roof above us.

"There you are!" I ran over to her, wrapping one of my arms around her back to help her walk. "What the Hell happened?"

"Kelsey the Shifter sprained my ankle and we took a slide down some stairs. My only guess is that she used my face and went after you guys, right?"

"Yeah, I just heard a gunshot."

"Me too… where's Dean?" worry creeping into her tone.

"I don't know, I found you first."

"Well, let's get a move on!"

We started hobbling away and I sigh, scooping her up into my arms. Ah, much better.

I called out for Dean a few times before we heard a quiet response a few rooms down from the hallway we were in.

I carried Trinity through a threshold and saw Dean leaning against the opposite wall, knees drawn up, arms resting on them, and one hand rubbing his forehead the other still holding a gun. My gaze went from my brother to the dead shape on the dusty ground.

"Well, that's disturbing," Trinity quietly said so only I could hear. Her nose crinkled and brows furrowed at the sight of herself with a shot through her heart, dead eyes staring, mouth open.

"Dean?" I asked with caution.

"I'm fine Sam."

"Sure," I sat Trinity down and she leaned against the wall, still cautiously looking sideways at the dead shifter wearing her skin.

I walked to my brother and crouched down putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked sideways to avoid my eyes.

"Dean, it's okay, Trinity's okay, look."

At that, he looked up with hope in his eyes and saw Trinity behind me, clutching her side.

"Trin…" he got up and embraced her. Her one arm wound around his back and the other still held her side.

"Yeah, Dean, look, it's me, I'm here."

He pulled away and looked at her with tears rimming his eyes. I don't see my brother cry often, he always has a facade of strength. But I of all know that he feels so broken a lot. But Trinity's helped that.

"It said that… it… it looked like you Trin… it sounded like you…"

She pulled him close and leaned her head against his, "Well, I'm really here now. Okay?" she took both hands, one bloody, up to catch his face, she tilted her head down a little to look him in the eyes, "Okay?" she smiled.

"Yeah," he breathed closing his eyes.

"Well, we should get going," I said looking around. "Make sure Kelsey's alright."

"Right," Dean mumbled still watching Trinity with sadness. He helped her stand and picked her up, carrying her out.

"You did take my chance to get sweet, sweet revenge though," she tried to joke. Dean also tried to smile, but something was really bothering him. But then I thought, he did just basically shoot his girlfriend, even if it wasn't really her.

We walked outside in the rain and jumped in the Impala to get out of the rain. Dean started the ignition and turned Baby around to drive back up the old, dirt, country road.

"When did it get you?" he asked, looking at her in the rearview mirror.

"When I thought I was saving Kelsey up those stairs," she had a no duh tone.

I looked over at my brother to see his eyebrows furrow, eyes widen and his green irises quickly look back and forth like he was thinking and realizing something. His chest rose and fall.

"Dean…?" I questioned quietly.

"Nothing," he looked back up to the road ahead.

Dean

It was my Trinity back at the motel.

The winged shadows… everything.

That wasn't just the shifter.

But shifters can only copy what's true.