"No, thanks. So, tell us what happened." Sam practically demanded, "I'll have a beer." I whispered to her, she nodded and got one out for me while telling her story, Dean glared at me.
Today is the 19 October 2005, and we are in a rather sticky situation, see we were hunting a creature, a shapeshifter, not that we knew that at first, you know how the hunts usually go right? Well, you'd probably be able to guess why Sam, Dean and I are tied up in the sewers, sorta. You know what? I'll just tell you.
One Week Earlier
We were parked at a Gas Station, Sam was doing something on his PalmPilot and I got out of the car, picking up my wallet, and headed into the shop, i scanned the shelves and picked up a bag of twisters, chicken chips, sea salt and a can of fanta and two cans of coke, I paid for it all and started walking back towards the car. Dean was filling the tank with gas when I handed him the coke. "Thanks, Lexie."
"From my friends at Stanford." Sam said after he caught the coke I threw him. I raised my eyebrows. "You're kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies?" Dean said a little shocked.
"Why not?" Sam asked. I opened the sea salt chips and started eating them, offering them to both Dean and Sam, sam shook his head.
"Well, what exactly do you tell 'em? You know, about where you've been, what you've been doin'?" I asked my mouth full of chips.
"I tell 'em I'm on a road trip with my big brother. I tell 'em I needed some time off after Jess."
"Oh, so you lie to 'em." Dean concluded. "No. I just don't tell 'em...everything." Sam tried. "Yeah, that's called lying. I mean, hey, man, I get it, tellin' the truth is far worse." Dean half reassured Sam.
"So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life?" Dean and I shrugged. "You're serious?" Sam said the truth dawning upon him.
"Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can't get close to people, period." Dean said. That was technically a lie, we do nearly always work with a non hunter whenever we are on a case and we have gotten close to people, well Dean has.
"You're kind of anti-social, you know that?" Sam pretty much stated. I chuckled.
"Yeah, whatever." Dean said as he opened the can of cake, it fizzed and pretty much squirted all over him, he glared at me. I shrugged, for once I didn't do anything to his drink, apart from throw it to him.
"God..."
"What?" I asked facing Sam.
"In this e-mail from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine."
"Is she hot?" Dean asked. Sam ignored him. I rolled my eyes.
"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."
"Dude, what kind of people are you hangin' out with?" I asked raising my eyebrows."No, man, I know Zack. He's no killer." Sam protested. "Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you." Dean said. "They're in St. Louis. We're goin'." Dean chuckled.
"Look, sorry 'bout your buddy, okay? But this does not sound like our kind of problem." Dean said. "It is our problem. They're my friends." Sam said firmly. "St. Louis is four hundred miles behind us, Sam." Dean stated. "Dean, why don't, why don't we just check it out, and if it isn't anything abnormal, we'll leave, ok?" Dean sighed in defeat. "Fine."
"Oh my God, Sam!" The girl named Rebecca said happily. I took my sunglasses off and put them on the top of my head. "Well, if it isn't little Becky." Sam teased.
"You know what you can do with that little Becky crap." She smiled as they hugged.
"I got your e-mail." Sam said. "I didn't think that you would come here." She said. Dean stepped forward, extending his hand for Rebecca to shake. "Dean. Older brother." He introduced himself. She shook his hand.
"Hi."
"Hi" he replied.
She then spotted me. "Oh! you must be Alexia. Sam wouldn't stop talking about you, next to Jessica, of course." Sam winced. "Sorry." She sort of whispered.
"We're here to help. Whatever we can do." Dean informed. "Come in." She said motioning us into the house. Sam went first, I was second and Dean was last, he closed the door behind him.
"Nice place." Dean said looking around.
"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."
"Where are your folks?" Sam asked.
"They live in Paris for half the year, so they're on their way home now for the trial. Do you guys want a beer or something?" She offered as she led them to the kitchen.
Dean smiled, "Hey-"
"No, thanks. So, tell us what happened." Sam practically demanded, "I'll have a beer." I whispered to her, she nodded and got one out for me while telling her story, Dean glared at me. "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 to cry, and I opened the bottle taking a swig. "So, he called 911, and the police-they showed up, and they arrested him. 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."
"You know, maybe we could see the crime scene. Zack's house." Sam asked. "Why? I mean, what could you do?" Rebecca asked. "Well, me, not much. But Dean's and Alexia are cops." Dean laughed and handed back my beer. "Detective, actually." Dean said.
"Really?" Dean nodded "Where?"
"Bisbee, Arizona. But we're off-duty now." Dean replied. "You guys, it's so nice to offer, but I just-I don't know."
"Bec, look, I know Zack didn't do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he's innocent."
"Okay. I'm gonna go get the keys." She said walking down the hall. "Oh, yeah, man, you're a real straight shooter with your friends." Dean said. I sighed taking a sip of my beer. Dean snatched it away. "Hey!"
"Look, Zack and Becky need our help." Sam said ignoring us. "I just don't think this is our kind of problem." Dean said, I snatched the bottle back and took a swig. "Two places at once? We've looked into less." Dean looked defeated, saying nothing.
Dean, Sam, Rebecca and I got out of the car, we were parked in front of Zacks house. "You're sure this is okay?" Rebecca asked. "Yeah. I am an officer of the law." We walked into the house, we started looking around as soon as we entered, the furniture and walls were smeared with blood, Rebecca stayed on the porch steps.
("Bec, you wanna wait outside?" Sam asked.
REBECCA: "No. I wanna help." Rebecca said as she ducked under the police tape and hurries inside the house. "Tell us what else the police said." Dean said. "Well, there's no sign of a break-in. They say that Emily let her attacker in. The Lawyers-they're already talking about plea bargain." She started tearfully, she looked around the room now crying, I walked over to her and patted her on the back comfortingly. "Oh, God..." She finished crying into my shoulder.
"Look, Bec, if Zack didn't do this, it means someone else did. Any idea who?" Sam asked. Rebecca shook her head, then a look of realisation came across her face. "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." Sam walked away at the same time Dean moved to the open front door and peered out seeing the neighbor's dog, barking loudly. Rebecca walked away from me and over to Dean. "You know, that used to be the sweetest dog."
"What happened?" Dean asked.
"He just changed."
"Do you remember when he changed?" Dean asked.
"I guess around the time of the murder." Dean looked at her than walked over to me. "I got somethin' where's Sam?"
"In the hallway." Dean nodded and we both headed towards the hallway.
"Sam." I called out getting his attention, he looked at us. "So, the neighbor's dog went psycho right around the time Zack's girlfriend was killed." Dean explained.
"Animals can have a sharp sense of the paranormal." Sam replied. "Yeah, maybe Fido saw somethin'." Dean said. "So, you think maybe this is our kind of problem?" I asked, my mood lifting.
"No. Probably not. But we should look at the security tape, you know, just to make sure." And back down it goes, a little bit anyway.
"Yeah." Sam said. "Yeah." Dean said as Rebecca approached them. "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 asked.
"I've already got it. I didn't wanna say something in front of the cop." Dean laughed and I chuckled. "I stole it off the Lawyer's desk. I just had to see it for myself."
"All right." Dean said before we all left to go watch the tape.
We were in Rebecca's Living room. Dean, Sam, Rebecca and I are crowded are watching the security footage.
"Here he comes." She said as Zack entered his house. "22:04, that's just after ten. You said time of death was about 10:30." Dean said noticing the timestamp.
"Our Lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tape's authentic. It wasn't tampered with."
"Hey, Bec, can we take those beers now?" Sam asked, noticing something.
"Oh, sure." She said as she got up and went to the kitchen.
"Hey." I said. She turned around. "Maybe some sandwiches, too?" I asked.
"What do you think this is, Hooters?" She left the room.
"I wish." Dean said, before walking up to us, "What is it?"
"Check this out." Sam said, he rewinded the tape and then replayed it, then I spotted it, one frame where Zack was looking straight at the camera, his eyes are silver, Sam paused the tape, "Well, maybe it's just a camera flare." Dean said.
"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 said.
"Right." Dean looked at me weirdly. I shrugged.
"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." Sam said.
"Like a Doppelganger."
"Yeah. It'd sure explain how he was two places at once." Sam said.
"Alex." Someone half whispered shaking me, instincts kicked in and I instantly lashed out with my foot. There was a grunt then a thud, as whoever it was hit the floor. Dean jolted up. "Sammy? You alright?"
"Sam? I'm so sorry, I didn'-" Sam cut me off. "It's okay, just get dressed." He said I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and got up. Man, what time is it? Thud! I groaned and Dean chuckled. "That's a wall, silly." I glared at him and stormed into the bathroom with my bag in hand. I put on a pair of Hudson Jeans with universally flattering Signature Bootcut silhouette is fitted from waist to knee then breaks into a bootcut for a balanced, feminine profile. It features the signature button-flap back pockets and a contour waistband to sit a little higher in the back. A black Tank top with a skull on it, a pair fingerless winter classic warm gloves and a pair of Timberlands 6-inch boots.
"Alright, so what are we doin' here at 5:30 in the morning?"
"I realized something. The videotape shows the killer goin' in, but not comin' out." Sam explained.
"So, he came out the back door?" Dean said leaning against the hood of the car.
"Right. So, there should be a trail to follow. A trail the police would never pursue It " I said catching on.
'"Cause they think the killer never left. And they caught your friend Zack inside. I still don't know what we're doin' here at 5:30 in the morning." Dean grumped. "Did you miss your morning coffee?" I teased, he punched me in the arm as Sam looked around the building. I hit kicked him. He kicked me back. "Blood. Somebody came this way." We both stopped and looked up at Sam. "Yeah, but the trail ends. I don't see anything over here." An Ambulance drove past, we all exchanged looks.
An Asian man, not meaning to be racist, was handcuffed and being forced into a police car. "What happened?" Dean asked a nearby onlooker. "He tried to kill his wife. Tied her up and beat her." The woman said.
"Really?" Sam said,
"I used to see him going to work in the morning. He'd wave, say hello. He seemed like such a nice guy." My eyes followed the car as it drove away.
Later that night we looked around the house, well outside of the house, we had stayed behind to see if it left any clues behind. Samana I were on the side of the house, looking around. Sam looked inside two garbage cans but he found nothing. We moved to the front of the house.
"Hey." Dean said from behind us, I nearly jumped as I turned around. "Remember when I said this wasn't our kind of problem?"
"Yeah." Sam said.
"Definitely our kind of problem."
"What'd you find out?" I asked.
"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 replied.
"So, he was two places at once." Sam said.
"Exactly. Then he sees himself in the house, police think he's a nutjob." Dean said.
"Two dark doubles attacking loved ones in exactly the same way." I said.
"Could be the Same thing doin' it, too." Dean said. There was a silence then: "shapeshifter?" Dean shrugged, "Something that can make itself look like anyone?" Sam continued.
"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.
"Right, skinwalkers, werewolves." Sam listed.
"We've got two attacks within blocks of each other. I'm guessin' we've got a shapeshifter prowlin' the neighborhood." Dean said.
"Let me ask you this-in all this shapeshifter lore, can any of them fly?" Sam asked, I raised an eyebrow racking my brain for the answer. No, they can't.
"Not that I know of." Dean said.
"I picked up a trail here. Someone ran out the back of this building and headed off this way."
"Just like your friend's house."
"Yeah. And, just like at Zack's house, the trail suddenly ends. I mean, whatever it is just disappeared." Sam said.
Dean: "Well, there's another way to go-down." I said, we all looked down at the manhole. Sam nodded and headed to the car, Dean grimaced in disgust. "Your kidding me right?' Im not goin' down there." I chuckled. "Well, you could stay up here and wait, all alone." I said. Dean groaned.
"I bet this runs right by Zack's house, too. The shapeshifter could be using the sewer system to get around." Sam said as I climbed down the manhole, Dean followed and I walked up to Sam looking around.
"I think you're right. Look at this." Dean said we bent down to examine a pile of blood and skin. I grimaced. "Disgusting."
"Is this from his victims?" Sam asked, I took out my pocket knife and held up some of the skin. "You know, I just had a sick thought. When the shapeshifter changes shape-maybe it sheds." Dean said, "That is sick." I waved the skin around Dean's face who stumbles back and glares at me. "Ally, stop it!" Sam and I chuckled and I put it down.
Dean opened the trunk and takes out some weapons, I took a shotgun, a winchester to be in fact (heh, get it? The gun, and my last name?) I loaded it with silver bullets. "Well, one thing I learned from Dad, is that no matter what kind of shapeshifter it is, there's one sure way to kill it." Dean said,
"Silver bullet to the heart." Sam said.
"That's right." I cocked the gun and then Sam cellphone rang. "This is Sam."
"We're near Zack's, we're just checkin' some things out." Sam said, Rebecca?
Pause, Rebecca is speaking.
"What are you talkin' about?" Uh, oh.
Another pause.
"Why would you do that?" I looked at Dean worriedly. "Bec-" Sam was cut off.
"We're tryin' to help."
"Bec, I'm sorry, but-" she hang up, Dean walked over to the disappointed looking Sam.
"I hate to say it, but that's exactly what I'm 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-" Dean started.
"If I was like you." Sam said, this, is not gonna end well, I tensed, the gun still in my hand.
"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." Dean held out a gun for Sam to take, he took it and put it in his back pocket. I relaxed, times like these that I love being wrong.
A few minutes later we were searching the sewers.
"I think we're close to its lair." Dean said. I shone my flashlight in his direction questioningly.
"Why do you say that?" Sam asked.
"Because there's another puke-inducing pile next to your face." Dean replied I chuckled as Sam saw the pile of skin and blood on the nearby pipe. Sam hit me on the arm.
We searched the area and found a pile of clothes in the corner.m
"Looks like it's lived here for a while." I observed.
"Who knows how many murders he's gotten away with?" Sam said, he turned around to face us. "Look out!" Both Dean and I spun around only for Dean to get punched in the and fall on me, I grunted. Sam shot at it a couple times, he missed every time. Dean got off me, helping me up.
"Get the son of a bitch!" Only Dean would be able to say that and make it look cool like that just before running after someone (or something.)
We followed the shapeshifter until it climbed out of a manhole, I jumped clutching onto the ladder I proceeded to climb up the ladder, I hurled myself out of the manhole, I held my hand out, Dean grabbed on and I helped him out, he in turn helped Sam out as I looked around.
"All right, let's split up." Sam said, Dean would take the right and Sam would take the left, but where was I meant to go? Screw it, I'll stick with Sam.
"All right, I'll meet you around the other side." Dean said. "All right." Sam said as we walked in different directions, I followed closely behind Sam.
Sam and I searched through an alley, Sam had his gun inside his jacket and I had mine in my back pocket with my jacket covering it, yeah I know, crappy spot to hide it but it was the first thing I could think of. We arrived at the street corner and waited for Dean.
"Hey." We turned around as Dean approached. "Anything?" Dean asked. He didn't find anything.
"No. He's gone." Sam told Dean,
"All right, let's get back to the car." I said, Sam and I crossed the street. Dean had stopped, waiting for a passing car to drive by. Something was wrong, I could feel it, how could the shapeshifter just disappear like that?
"You think he found another way underground?" Sam asked as we stopped at the car. "Yeah, probably. You got the keys?" Dean asked. Sam stopped and then turned around.
"Hey, didn't Dad once face a shapeshifter in San Antonio?"
Oh, that was Austin. It turned out not to be a shapeshifter, it was a thought form. A psychic projection, remember?" Dean corrected. "Oh, right. Here ya go." Sam said throwing him the keys, Dean caught it in his left hand, wait, his left? Wasn't his shoulder hurt? Sam and I walked over to one side of the car, we both pulled out guns, Sam nodded.
"Don't move!" Sam shouted sam was on Dean's right and I was on his left, we both had guns in our hands. Dean turned to look at Sam then at me. "What have you done with him?" Sam demanded.
"Dude, chill. It's me, all right?" Dean/Shapeshifter tried. "No, I don't think so. Where's my brother?" Sam demanded.
"You're about to shoot him. Sam, calm down." Dean or the shapeshifter said. "You caught those keys with your left. Your shoulder was hurt." I said. Pressing the gun to his head.
"Yeah, it's better. What do you want me to do, cry?" Dean asked sarcastically. "You're not my brother." Sam said. I was unsure, what if Dean wasn't the shapeshifter, and what if he was? How do I know? "Why don't you pull the trigger, then? Hm? 'Cause you're not sure. Dude, you know me."
"Don't." Sam said, before I knew it, Sam was on the ground, unconscious, Dean turned to me and swung the crowbar in my direction I jumped backwards. I dropped the gun and grabbed the shapeshifter hands preventing him from hitting me with the crowbar. "Come on, you know you can't beat me." He growled. I grunted as I punched him with my free hand, he grunted, his eyes now white. Grabbed my hand and twisted it and grabbed the top of my head and slammed it on the edge of the hood of the car. I groaned, something wet dribbled down my forehead, it had drawn blood. He threw me onto the ground behind him, I groaned. He jumped on me and started punching, my hand flew up and stopped his right hand from hitting my face again, I rolled over making him fall off, I stood up, the shapeshifter jumped to his feet and charged at me, throwing punches I blocked every one I could, I hit him a couple of times, he kicked me in the stomach sending me flying onto the ground. "Ah." I groaned, hands pulled me up and slides into a headlock, a tight one as well. Black spots clouded the edge of my vision as I clawed at the shapeshifters arm, trying to get air, soon darkness consumed me.
I groaned, as I woke up, everything was blurry at first but then my vision focused, we were in a dingy, dusty room, that's all I knew, apart from the fact that we were quiet possible in the sewers in the shapeshifter lair, sam was tied to a wooden post and Dean, well, I haven't seen him yet.
"I swear, the more I learn about you and your family-I thought I came from a bad background." The shapeshifter said. I shifted to the left, the shapeshifter looked at me. I froze.
"What do you mean, learn?" Sam asked, The shapeshifter stopped. He grabbed his head in pain and grimaces. I looked at him confused. What, the heck? The shapeshifter relaxed and looked at Sam and me.
"He's sure got issues with you two. You got to go to college. He had to stay home, with Alexia. I mean, I had to stay home with Alexia. With Dad. You don't think I had dreams of my own? But Dad needed me. Where the hell were you?" He asked. "And then, Alex, disappeared for a year or two, gone off the university and doing hunts by herself, Dean, I mean, I was was worried sick." Guilt swelled up in the pit of my stomach, I pushed it aside, I had to find Dean.
"Where is my brother?" The shapeshifter leaned closer to Sam. "I am your brother. See, deep down, I'm just jealous. You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I'm a freak. And sooner or later, everybody's gonna leave me."
"What are you talkin' about?" Sam asked.
"You left. Alex left at one point. Hell, I did everything Dad asked me to, and he ditched me, too. No explanation, nothin', just poof. Left me with your sorry ass. But, still, this life? It's not without its perks. (He laughs.) I meet the nicest people. Like little Becky. You know, Dean would bang her if he had the chance. Let's see what happens." He smiled and covered Sam with a sheet, before walking over to me and doing the same.
And that's how we ended up here, in this dump that smells like shit. Somehow Sam and I had gotten rid of the sheets and we're both trying to get out of the rope. "Damn it." Sam said. There was the sound of someone moving than coughing,
"That better be you, Sam, and not that freak of nature." Sam laughed and I smiled in relief, trying to reach a switchblade that was sawn inside the back of my jacket,
"Yeah, it's me. Alex's here too." There was a small shink! As the switchblade opened, I slowly and awkwardly started working on the ropes. There was a movement as Dean shook the sheet off himself and started untying his hands. "He went to Rebecca's, lookin' like you." I informed.
"Well, he's not stupid. He picked the handsome one. " I grinned, Sam looked at Dean but I couldn't see his expression.
"Yeah, that's the thing. He didn't just look like you, he was you. Or he was becoming you." Sam said, I dropped the switchblade when I was free enough to pull the ropes off me, I picked it up again as Dean broke free.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
"I don't know, it was like he was downloading your thoughts and memories." Sam said.
"You mean, like the Vulcan mind meld?" Dea asked. I walked over to Sam and started untying the ropes. "Yeah, somethin' like that. I mean, maybe that's why he doesn't just kill us." Sam said. Dean walked over to us.
"Maybe he needs to keep us alive. Psychic connection." I said. Sam stood up with the help of Dean.
"Yeah. Come on, we gotta go. He's probably at Rebecca's already." Sam said. If the shapeshifter turns into me I'm gonna make sure it's death was slow and painful, that's all I can say.
Dean, Sam and I ran through the alley. "Come on. We gotta find a phone, call the police." Sam said. We all skidded to a stop.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You're gonna put an APB out on me." Sam shrugged. "Dude, you gonna get the police after Dean, after your brother." I said.
"Sorry." Sam said.
"This way." Dean said leading us down another street.
Dean, Sam and I were standing in front of a store window, watching a news report that is being shown on a display of televisions.
"An anonymous tip led police to a home in the Central West End, where a S.W.A.T team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. Her attacker, a white male, approximately twenty-four to thirty years of age, was discovered hiding in her home." A sketch of Dean appeared on the screen.
"Man! That's not even a good picture." Dean exclaimed, Sam looked around cautiously. I rolled my eyes. "It's good enough." Sam said walking away, I sighed as I followed him.
"Man!" Dean said following us.
We were back to walking in the alley. Water soaked through my shoe and through my sock as I accidentally stepped in a puddle, I glared at the puddle and Dean chuckled.
"Come on." Sam paused, "They said attempted murder. At least we know-"
"I didn't kill her." Dean finished. "We'll check with Rebecca in the morning, see if she's all right." Sam said.
"All right, but first I wanna find that handsome devil and kick the holy crap out of him." I stifled a laugh as we stopped walking. "We have no weapons. No silver bullets." I said. "Alex, the guy's walkin' around with my face, okay, it's a little personal, I wanna find him." Dean said. I sighed.
"Okay. Where do we look?" I asked. "Well, we could start with the sewers."
"We have no weapons. He stole our guns, we need more." Sam said. There was a pause, then."The car?"
"I'm bettin' he drove over to Rebecca's." Dean said. "The news said he fled on foot. I bet it's still parked there." Sam said. "The thought of him drivin' my car." Dean said sounding upset, I patted him on the back roughly.
"All right, come on." Sam said as we began walking again.
"It's killin' me."
"Let it go." I said. He glared at me. "$20 bucks he'll call the car baby when he sees it." I whispered to Sam. He grinned. "Your on."
Dean, Sam and I walked around the side of Rebecca's house, Dean's car was parked there."Oh, there she is! Finally, something went right tonight." Dean's said, I glared at him, Sam smirk I fished in my wallet for a twenty dollar note. A police car decided that it was the perfect time to appear and park next to the impala. "Oh, crap." Dean said, we turned around, but another police car is parked a few yards away. "This way, this way." Dean instructed as he moved towards the fence. "You go. I'll hold 'em off." Sam said.
"What are you talking about? They'll catch you." I said.
"Look, they can't hold me. Just go, keep out of sight. Meet me at Rebecca's." Sam said. "I'm stay in' with Sam." I said standing next to him, Dean reluctantly nodded and started climbing the fence. "Dean." Sam called out, Dean stopped and turned around. (Dean stops and turns around.) "Stay out of the sewers alone." Dean didn't say a word as he hopped over the fence. "I mean it!"
"Yeah, yeah!" I chuckled. "$20 dollars, pay up." Sam said, amusement laced into his voice. I growled and handed hi the money, he grinned. "Stop it." I said. "Don't move! Keep your hands where I can see 'em." Sam and I raised our hands. "Stop what?" Sam said with a smug look on his face. "That!" I exclaimed as he subtle waved the money in my face. "If we weren't surrounded by police I would strangle you."
We managed to not get arrested and we were now inside of Rebecca's house, Sam had decided to tell her what was really going on, I'm surprised she hasn't kicked us out yet. Did I tell you we were having a beer as well? Sorry I forgot about that. "So, say this shapeshifter is real. By the way, you know you're crazy? But, um, say it is real. How do you stop it?" She said as she replaced Sam's empty bottle with a new one. "Thanks." He sighed. "Silver bullet to the heart." She chuckled and I raised my eyebrows. "You are crazy." Before it even registered she'd hit Sam over the head with the empty bottle, knocking him out, I jumped to my feet as her eyes momentarily glow silver. She lunged at me, knocking me to the floor, I grunted as I grabbed her hand, stopping her from punching me, slowly but surely in the middle of our scrambled to reach a weapon and hurt each other, my skin heated up, holes started appearing in my shirt and jumpers as the heat ate it's way through the fabric, channeling the heat to my hands, I pushed it out, sending fireballs at the thing, missed twice, the second time, it did nothing to it, apart from pissing it off, man I really should think before I act, those were my last thoughts before it all went black, I don't even know how- oh, the beer, of course.
By the time I woke up, the shapeshifter had changed back into Dean. He just finished tying up Sam's hands and feet, he then started walking around the kitchen.
"What are you gonna do to us?" Sam asked. I hadn't noticed he was awake.
"Oh, I'm not gonna do anything. Dean will, though." The shapeshifter replied, my eyes narrowed. "They'll never catch him." I said, trying to direct some heat into my wrists, nothing was working, and I was rather cold and wet. The idiot had dumped a bucket of water on me.
"Oh, doesn't matter. Murder in the first of his own brother? And sister? He'll be hunted the rest of his life." He picked up a sharp knife and examines it. I couldn't burn the ropes because I was drenched in water and he had taken away the knife that I had always kept hidden for these situations, I was useless. There was nothing i could do but watch, I scanned the room for something, anything.
"I must say, I will be sorry to lose this skin. Your brother's got a lot of good qualities. You should appreciate him more than you do." He pours himself a drink. "Cheers." He took a drink, then picks up the knife from the kitchen and sticks it into the edge of the pool table. I stared at it. If only...I start to edge closer, inch by inch, but when Sam kicked the shapeshifter making him fall to the ground, he then sits ups and moves his hands up and down on the blade. I stand up and turn around so Sam can cut my ropes, the shapeshifter got up, I kicked him over again, the ropes fell free. "Get Dean." Sam instructed as the shapeshifter stood up again, Sam took a swing at it with the knife. "Not with him here, I ain't." The shapeshifter grabbed Sam's arm in mid-swing and twists it, Sam cried out in pain falling to the ground. I took a run up then jumped wrapping my legs around the shape shifters neck and flipping him over. He grunted. "That's your favourite move isn't it?" The shapeshifter asked. "Naturally."
I got up, and dodged as the shapeshifter swung at me. Grabbing his arm I twisted in, half yanking him in front of he's other arm, the shapeshifter elbowed me in the face, making me stumble back. "Ow." The next thing I knew I was flying threw the air and landed onto a bookshelf.
"Oh, you son of a bitch." I mutter. "Not bad, little sister." "You're not him." I growled. "Maybe, maybe not, it appeasers little Sammy has buggered out on you." I knew that the fact that he seemed to have disappeared and left me with the shapeshifter hurt, but I couldn't help but smirk at the fact the the shapeshifter said 'little' Sammy.
"Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass." The shapeshifter said. Yeah well, Dean had an advantage, I was smaller than him, and I was trained at an older age. He grabs a pool cue and swings it, something slammed into him making him miss me and hit a light fixture, it was Sam, I lunged at the shapeshifter after grabbing the knife. Sam was busy fighting the shapeshifter so I went unnoticed. A few seconds later after regain my footing Sam and the shapeshifter fell n the coffee table. The shapeshifter got on top of him and started to choke him, I picked up the pool cue and took a running hitting the shapeshifter he fell back off Sam.
"Hey!" Dean, not the shapeshifter, Dean, said, the shapeshifter saw Dean and gets up, Dean aimed the gun and shot it dead, straight in the heart too, I was panting. Rebecca entered the room, I watched as she cried out Sam's name and rushed over to help him up. Dean walked closer to me. "You okay?" He asked. I nodded. "Might have a few bruises but nothing I can handle." He smiled. He looked at the shapeshifter before walking over to it, snatching the necklace from the dead shapeshifter he stood up.
It was at least an hour or so after the big fight thingy and Dean and I were sitting in the car outside of Rebecca's house, I dug under my seat and pulled out a cooler bag, I opened it and pulled out a packet with four Sushi's in it. Dean looked over he's shoulder at me. "You have food in a cooler bag when we could always stop and get stuff?" I shrugged. "You know me, always hungry." I smiled as I put soy sauce on the sushi and using chopsticks, ate some. He rolled his eyes and sat faces the front. "Which is why we're always broke." He said grinning. "It's not my fault!" I exclaimed. "Calm down, Alex, I was just joking." I sigh in annoyance and shake my head. Sam and Rebecca walked out of the house, talking.
"So, what about your friend, Zack?" Dean asked.
Sam: "Cops are blamin' this Dean Winchester guy for Emily's murder. They found the murder weapon in the guy's lair, Zack's clothes stained with her blood. Now they're thinking maybe the surveillance tape was tampered with. Yeah, Becca says Zack will be released soon." Sam replied smiling, Dean rolled his eyes. "Only this Dean Winchester would be such an idiot as to do something like that." I commented, I guess I deserved the smack but it was funny to see Dean's face turn slightly red.
The was running smoothly along the highway, it was awhile before anyone spoke, and it was Dean.
"Sorry, man."
"About what?" Sam asked confused.
"I really wish things could be different, you know? I wish you could just be...Joe College." Dean replied. A small smile twitched at the corner of my mouth.
"No, that's okay. You know, the truth is, even at Stanford, deep down, I never really fit in."
"Well, that's 'cause you're a freak."
"Yeah, thanks."
"Well, I'm a freak, too, so's Alex. We're right there with ya, all the way." Sam laughed and I nodded, aww, heart to heart moment, I love those!
"Yeah, I know you are."
"You know, I gotta say-I'm sorry I'm gonna miss it."
"Miss what?"
"How many chances am I gonna have to see my own funeral?" Dean said, we all smiled at each other, everything would be alright, for now, the magical abilities that Sam and I possessed, it didn't matter at that moment, we'd be alright.