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I do not own any of the characters (except for Alex and any other unrecognizable original characters) and I do not own any of the story lines.
Chapter 9: TKO
Sam stood in the bathroom, a towel in his hand. He ran it through his shaggy hair and then threw it over the shower rod when he was finished. He walked over to his bed and sat on the edge of it, looking over at Alex and Dean. They were both asleep, Alex's head on Dean's chest. Dean had his arm around her protectively. Sam leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed a duffel bag from the floor. The bag was open, causing a gun to fall to the floor with a loud clang. Sam cringed and glanced at his brother and sister. Dean's eyes shot open. He looked at Sam, then at Alex. He carefully and gently moved Alex's head onto a pillow and got up from the bed. He stretched his arms above his head and walked to the table, taking a seat. Sam sat down across from him.
"Dean?"
"What?"
Dean rubbed sleep out of his eyes and yawned.
"Uh, what did Alex mean when she asked you to lay down with her?"
Sam looked up at Dean. Dean sighed and looked at his younger brother.
"After you left, Alex felt betrayed. By all of us. The day you left, that night, I was up really late. As I was headed to bed, I passed by her room. I heard choking sobs."
Sam looked at the ground, ashamed and upset, but Dean continued.
"I walked in and she was in the fetal position, crying her eyes out. I walked over to her bed and laid down next to her. She fought me off at first, but eventually she grew tired of fighting me. She kept asking me why you left, why you hated her enough to leave. I just held her until she fell asleep. That went on for three months, man, until she just up and left. She was a mess, Sammy, a God damn mess."
Dean finished talking and looked at his little brother. Sam had tears in his eyes.
"I'm so sorry. I had no idea she took it that hard."
"Sammy, you're my brother. I forgive you. Now, I'm gonna go get some food and when I get back, we'll head out."
Dean stood up from the table. He shrugged on his jacket and put on his shoes. He waved to Sam and left. Sam sighed and down at the table.
Alex opened her eyes, blinking at the sunlight that was filtering in through the motel room windows. She stretched and looked beside her, but Dean wasn't there anymore. She sat up, pushing her hair behind her ear. She saw Sam sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in his hands.
"Sammy, where's Dean?"
Alex stood up and walked over to the table. She sat across from Sam and he looked at her.
"He went to get breakfast. Alex, I'm sorry."
Alex looked at him, her brow wrinkled in utter confusion. She reached across the table and grabbed the cup of coffee Sam was holding. She brought it to her lips, took a sip and set it in the middle of the table.
"For what?"
Sam sighed, still looking at her.
"For leaving. For making you think that I hated you."
Alex stood up and crouched in front of Sam. She put her hands on his knees.
"Sammy, I forgave you an awful long time ago. I love you and I will never hate you. You're my twin brother."
She smiled and he smiled back, beaming. He pulled her to his chest and hugged her tight. Alex wrapped her arms around his middle, breathing him in.
"I love you too, sis."
They were still hugging when Dean opened the door, two McDonald's bags in hand and half of a bagel already stuffed in his mouth. Alex laughed, separating herself from Sam.
"Alright, let's go you two. We got people to save, chop chop."
He walked back outside and Sam and Alex grabbed their stuff. Sam did one last check to make sure they had collected everything before he left the room, shutting the door behind him.
Dean pulled the Impala into a gas station, pulling up to pump number eleven. He stopped the car, turning it off and pulling the keys out of the ignition. He set them on the dashboard and pulled out a map from the glove compartment. He got out of the car and spread the map out onto the hood of the car.
"Alright, so. We stop here…"
Dean pointed to a point on the map.
"And we get everything that we need. Then we head south. We'll hit…"
He looked over at his siblings, who were still in the car. Sam was doing something on his phone and Alex was flipping through a magazine, popping her bubblegum.
"Sam wears women's underwear," said Dean.
Without looking up from what he was doing, Sam replied.
"I'm listening. I'm just checking my e-mail."
"E-mails from who?" asked Dean.
"My friends from Stanford."
Sam set his phone down on the dashboard. Dean grabbed the gas pump and stuck it into the gas tank.
"You still keep in touch with your college buddies?" asked Alex.
"Why not?" asked Sam.
"What do you tell them?" asked Dean, leaning against the car.
"I tell them I'm on a road trip with my brother and sister."
"Oh, so you lie to them?" asked Alex, throwing her magazine across the backseat.
"No, I just don't tell them… everything," said Sam.
"Yeah, that's called lying," said Dean.
Sam scoffed and grabbed his phone again, checking his e-mail.
"Oh my God," whispered Sam.
"What?" asked Dean, pulling the gas pump out of the tank.
He replaced the tank and walked over to Sam's side. He put his hands on the roof of the car and leaned in to hear Sam. Alex put her hands on the back of Sam's seat, scooting to the edge of the backseat.
"This girl, Rebecca Warren, says her brother Zack's been charged with murder. He's been arrested for killing his girlfriend."
"Dude, what kind of people are you hanging out with?" asked Dean.
"No, I know Zack. He's no killer," said Sam, defending his friend.
He turned his attention back onto the e-mail and it was quiet for a few minutes.
"They're in St. Louis. We're going."
Dean sighed, letting go of the car and walking back to the driver's side. He climbed into the car and faced Sam.
"Look, I'm sorry about your buddy, but this doesn't sound like our kind of problem."
"They're my friends," said Sam.
"St. Louis is 4,000 miles behind us, Sam."
Dean and Sam stared at each other. Alex watched, amused. Finally, Dean sighed. He started the car and headed for St. Louis, Sam smiling triumphantly.
Sam knocked on the door of Rebecca's house once they were all in St. Louis. It was a large white house with a wraparound porch and a tire swing hanging from the tree in the side yard. A young blonde woman opened the door and gasped with immense surprise when she saw Sam standing on her large front porch.
"Oh my God. Sam."
She hugged him and then stepped back, looking over at Alex and Dean.
"I got your e-mail," said Sam.
"I didn't think that you would come here," said Rebecca, looking back at Sam.
Dean stepped in between them, introducing himself.
"Hi. I'm Dean, the older brother."
He held out his hand and Rebecca took it. She let go and then turned to Alex.
"You must be Alex."
"That would be me," answered Alex, smiling.
They shook hands.
"Wow, you are just gorgeous," said Rebecca, causing Alex to slightly blush.
Alex let go of Rebecca's hand.
"Well, we're here to help. Whatever we can do," said Sam.
"Come in then," said Rebecca.
She walked into the house and Sam followed, Alex and Dean behind him. Alex shut the front door after herself.
"Nice place," said Dean, looking at the grand staircase.
"It's my parents."
Rebecca walked farther into the house and into the kitchen. She walked behind the counter and Sam, Alex and Dean stood across from her. Sam leaned his elbows on the granite counter-top.
"So. Tell us what happened."
"Right. Well, Zack came home and found Emily tied to a chair. She was beaten up and bloody, so he called 911. And the police… they showed up and arrested him."
Rebecca had tears in her eyes.
"But the thing is, the only way Zack could have killed Emily is if he was in two places at once."
Sam stood up straight at this minor detail and glanced at his siblings.
"The police have a video and it shows Zack coming home at 10:30. Emily was killed right after that. Now, I swear he was here with me until at least after midnight," finished Rebecca.
She looked up and over at Sam.
"You know, maybe we could see the crime scene, Zack's house," suggested Sam.
"Why? What could you do?" asked Rebecca, all confused.
"Well, me and Alex, not much. But Dean's a cop."
Sam looked at Dean and Alex stifled a laugh. Dean looked at Rebecca, chuckling.
"A detective, actually."
Rebecca shook her head sadly.
"That's really nice of you, but I just don't know."
Sam walked over to Rebecca, putting his hand over hers reverently.
"Bec, I know Zack didn't do this. Now, we have to prove he's innocent."
Rebecca looked at him, nodding. She wiped the tears off of her face.
"Okay, I'll go get the keys."
She headed out of the room and Sam turned to his siblings. Dean gave him a thumbs-up.
"She said that I was gorgeous," said Alex.
Sam rolled his eyes and Dean grabbed Alex, putting her into a headlock and ruffling her hair.
"Don't let it go to your head, squirt."
The Impala pulled up outside of Zack's house later that afternoon. Dean, Alex, Sam and Rebecca got out, stepping on the sidewalk and ducking under the bright yellow crime scene tape.
"Are you sure this is okay?" asked Rebecca, watching as Dean unlocked the door.
"Oh yeah. I'm an officer of the law."
Dean pushed the door open and held out his hand with a flourish.
"Ladies first."
Rebecca walked in first, the rest of them walking in after her.
Alex and Dean entered the living room, surveying the damage. Sam and Rebecca stood behind them, Rebecca pulling her sweater tighter around herself at the chill in the house.
"Can you tell us what the police said?" asked Sam.
"There was no sign of a break in. They said Emily let her attacker in. The lawyers are already talking about a plea bargain."
Rebecca broke down in sobs and Sam looked at her sadly.
"Look, Bec. If Zack didn't do this, it means someone else did. Any idea who?"
She shook her head, but then she suddenly gasped. She stopped crying and looked over at Sam.
"There was something. About a week before. There were some stolen clothes."
She watched Dean walk to the sliding glass porch door and look outside of it. A dog was out there, barking ferociously. Sam left her side and walked over to Alex. Rebecca walked over to Dean.
"You know, that used to be the sweetest dog. He's changed."
"Do you remember when he changed?" asked Dean.
"I guess that it would've right around the murder."
Dean nodded and turned back to the kitchen where Alex and Sam now stood. He walked over to them, leaving Rebecca by the window by herself.
"The neighbor's dog went psycho right around the murder," whispered Dean.
"Dogs do have a sense of the paranormal," stated Alex.
"Well, maybe Fido saw something," replied Dean.
"So you think maybe this is our kind of problem?" asked Sam, smirking triumphantly.
"Nah. But maybe we should check out the security tape just in case," said Dean.
Rebecca began walking over to them and they all smiled politely as she approached, cutting off their conversations.
"So. The security tape. Can you get your hands on it?" asked Dean.
Rebecca looked down at the white tiled floor nervously.
"I've already got it."
Sam smirked and Dean chuckled.
"Well, alright."
Dean began heading out the door with Rebecca while Sam looked at a picture of him, Zack and Rebecca that was currently hanging on the fridge.
"C'mon, Sam. Let's go."
Alex grabbed his arm and led him out the front door.
Back at Rebecca's house later, Sam was standing up by the TV as they security tape played. Rebecca, Alex and Dean sat on the couch.
"Here he comes," said Rebecca.
Sam glanced at the corner of the screen and his brow furrowed.
"Wait, it's a little after ten. You said that he appeared around ten thirty."
Rebecca shrugged.
"Our lawyer hired some video expert. He said the tapes weren't tampered with."
"Hey, Bec. Can we have those beers now?" asked Sam suddenly.
"Sure."
Rebecca walked back into the kitchen around the corner. Sam walked over to Alex and Dean on the couch.
"Hey, uh. Maybe some sandwiches too?" called Sam.
"Got it!"
Sam smiled and turned over to his siblings.
"What's up?" asked Alex.
Sam grabbed the remote, slightly rewinding the tape. He pointed to Zack's eyes, which were glowing.
"Maybe it's just a camera flare," said Dean.
"I've never seen one like that. You know, a lot of cultures believe that a photograph is a glimpse into the soul. Maybe the dog saw this and freaked. Maybe this is a dark double of Zack's," said Sam.
"That would explain his being in two places at once," said Alex.
Sam and Dean nodded as well.
Alex jerked awake as the car came to a stop later that night. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, groaning as Dean opened his door, letting all of the sunlight in. She sat up and pushed Dean's seat forward so that she had some room to get out of the car. She climbed out and glared at Sam, who was located on the other side of the car.
"Alright, what are we doing here at five thirty in the fuckin' morning?" asked Dean, sipping from his Starbucks coffee cup.
"The tape shows the killer going in, but not out," said Sam.
"So he came out of the back door," said Alex.
She took a sip from her own Starbucks coffee cup, closing her eyes as the warm liquid splashed down her throat. Sam walked over to the back of the building.
"Then there should be a trail to follow," replied Sam.
"They think that the killer never left," said Dean, frowning as he ran out of coffee.
Alex laughed and stuck her tongue out. She sipped her own drink and sighed. Dean flipped her off and she laughed some more. He sat on the hood of his beloved Impala.
"Still don't know what we're doing here at five in the fuckin' morning," whispered Dean, causing Alex to giggle very loudly.
Sam crouched down near the side of the building and saw a splatter of blood.
"Blood. Somebody came this way," said Sam, standing up and looking over at Dean and Alex.
Dean had somehow managed to grab Alex's coffee cup out of her hands and was now sipping it while holding her back with one arm. Alex was hitting him repeatedly, but Dean was too strong. Sam chuckled and walked back over to them. Dean had finished off Alex's coffee and she was pouting, her arms folded across her chest and her lower lip out. Sam stopped in front of her.
"We'll get you another coffee."
He gently kissed her forehead and Alex smiled, hopping off of the hood of the car. Suddenly, an ambulance rushed by them, its lights and sirens on and blaring very loudly. Sam raised his eyebrows and Dean nodded, climbing into his car.
Dean, Sam and Alex joined the crowd that was now forming outside of the crime scene. Alex held a brand new coffee cup full of warm coffee.
"Hey, what happened?" asked Dean, looking over towards a man in the crowd who was currently standing next to him.
He looked over at Dean before answering.
"Some guy tried to kill his wife. Tied her up and beat her."
"Really?" asked Sam, trying to sound surprised.
"Yeah."
The neighbor sighed sadly and shook his head.
"He seemed like such a nice guy."
They all watched as the suspect was loaded into the squad car. Sam looked over at both of his siblings.
Sam was, once more, looking out back at the building located only a few blocks away from Zack's house. He lifted the lid off of a trash bin and found nothing. He looked behind and in front of the trash bin, but still found nothing.
"Hey."
Sam turned around at the sound of his older brother's voice. Dean and Alex walked over to him.
"Remember how I said that this wasn't our kind of problem?"
"Yeah. What'd you find out?" asked Sam.
"I just talked to the patrol officer. He said that the guy was driving home when his wife was attacked."
"Two places at once," said Alex.
"Exactly. The guy even saw himself in the house. Police say he's a nut job."
Dean threw up his hands, very frustrated.
"You think that it could be a shape shifter then?" asked Sam.
Dean simply shrugged and Alex nodded.
"Every culture in the world has a shape shifter lore."
"In all this shape shifter lore, can any of them fly?" asked Sam.
He walked behind Dean, looking for any more clues.
"Not that I know of," said Dean.
"Well, I picked up a trail here. Someone headed out of the building and ran to Zack's house," said Sam.
"And the trail suddenly ends, right? It just disappears?" asked Alex.
Sam nodded profusely.
"Well, there's another way to go."
Sam and Alex turned to Dean, who was crouched in front of a sewage entrance. He pointed down towards the metal lid.
"Down."
Alex held the flashlight steady as Dean climbed into the sewer first. He dropped the last few feet and landed on his feet. Sam went next and then Alex climbed in, Sam catching her in a basket catch. He set her down and she stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Sam shone his flashlight down the sewer, seeing that it went pretty far down the street.
"I bet that this leads to Zack's house, too."
"The shape shifter could be using the sewer system to get around," said Alex.
"You're both right. Look at this."
Dean crouched down, Sam right next to him. Alex stayed standing. Dean took out his pocketknife and poked a pile of stuff that was gooey and looked like skin.
"You know, I just had a really sick thought. Maybe when the shape shifter changes shape, it also sheds," said Dean.
"Oh, that's sick," remarked Alex, wrinkling her nose with disgust.
Climbing out of the sewer later, the siblings walked over to the Impala, Dean opening the trunk of his beloved car.
"No matter what kind of shape shifter it is, there's only one sure way to kill it."
Dean loaded his favorite gun with silver bullets.
"Silver bullet to the heart," replied Alex.
Dean looked over at her and smiled brightly, nodding as well.
"That's right."
Sam was leaning against one side of the car when his phone rang. He walked around to the front of the car and answered it.
"This is Sam."
"Where are you?" asked Rebecca on the other end of the line.
"Well, we're checking something out."
"Look, Sam, just stop because I really don't need your help anymore."
"Wait, what are you talking about?"
"I told the lawyers that we went over to the crime scene."
Sam scoffed.
"Why would you do that?"
"I said that we were with an officer of the law. They checked it out. There is no Detective Dean Winchester."
"Bec-"
"You know, I really don't understand why you would lie to me about something like that."
Sam sighed sadly.
"We were just trying to help."
"Oh, trying to help? Do you realize that that was a sealed crime scene? We could've just ruined Zack's case."
"Becca, I'm sorry."
"No. Goodbye, Sam!"
She hung up and Sam did as well, sighing and rubbing a hand over his face with frustration. Dean shut the Impala's trunk and he walked around to the front of the car with Alex by his side.
"I hate to say it, but that's exactly what I'm talking about. You lie to your friends because if they knew the real you, they'd be freaked," said Dean, raising his eyebrows.
Sam looked away, but Dean continued.
"It's just, it'd be easier if-"
"I was like you," said Sam.
Dean nodded.
"But I'll tell you one thing. This gig, it ain't without its perks."
Dean handed Sam a gun and Sam stuck it in the waistband of his jeans.
"Sam, I'm sorry about Becca," said Alex.
Sam smiled sadly and forcefully.
"It's fine."
He hugged her, his arms around her neck and hers around his middle.
Back in the sewer system once more, Dean led the way with Alex in the middle and Sam located at the rear.
"I think that we're close to its lair," said Dean when they found a spot with gooey stuff that looked like skin everywhere.
"Why do you say that?" asked Sam.
"Because there's a puke inducing pile next to your face."
Alex laughed as Sam jumped back, his face full of disgust.
"Ugh!"
Dean chuckled, but kept moving, shining his flashlight into a corner to reveal another pile.
"Looks like he's lived here for a while."
Sam shone the flashlight in Dean's direction suddenly then and saw the shifter.
"Dean!" yelled Alex, alarmed.
Dean ducked as Sam shot at it. It was running away, so Sam missed the shot. Alex pulled Dean up from the ground.
"Get the son of a bitch!" yelled Dean as Sam took off running.
"C'mon, bro!"
Alex chased after Sam and Dean was right behind her.
Sam pulled himself out of the sewer, looking around for the shifter. He saw it nowhere. He tucked his gun back into his waistband and helped pull Alex out of the sewer. Dean pulled himself out last and replaced the lid of the sewer entrance.
"Okay, let's split up," said Sam.
Dean nodded and ran to the right.
Alex took the path straight ahead and Sam ran to the left.
Dean ran down a dark alley, his gun in front of him. There was no movement at all so Dean kept on moving. Alex walked down a sidewalk, a few people milling about window-shopping. She had her hands in her jacket pocket, ready to pull her gun out at any time. She didn't see the shifter so she kept walking. Sam walked down a crowded sidewalk, his gun in his jacket pocket. Nothing appeared.
"Hey," said Alex, walking up to him.
Dean appeared from the other direction seconds later. Dean held his hands up in question.
"Nothin'," said Sam as Alex shook her head.
"Okay, let's head back to the car."
Alex and Sam crossed the street before a large truck passed, but Dean couldn't make it in time. Waiting for the truck to pass by, Dean's eyes flashed a bright white color and he smiled evilly.
"You think he found another way underground?" asked Sam as they approached the car.
"Probably. You got the keys?" asked Dean.
Sam paused in thought and Alex looked at him, confusion evident on her face. Sam turned to Dean then.
"Hey, didn't Dad once face a shape shifter in San Antonio?"
"It turned out not to be a shifter, remember?" answered Dean.
Sam nodded.
"Right."
He tossed Dean the keys and Dean caught them, opening the trunk. When he shut the trunk once more, Sam had a gun trained on him.
"Don't move. What have you done with him?"
"Sam! What the hell are you doing?" yelled Alex.
"Dude, chill. It's me."
Dean smiled over at both of his siblings.
"No, I don't think so. Where's my brother?"
"Sammy, you're about to shoot him!" yelled Alex, her hands on her face with alarm.
"You caught the keys with your left. Your shoulder was hurt when you fell in the sewer," said Sam.
Alex looked over at Dean, her head cocked to the side as she realized that what Sam was saying was actually true.
"You're not my brother."
The fake Dean, the shifter, quickly knocked out Sam and turned to Alex. Alex looked at Sam, lying on the ground, and then at Dean, who was smiling evilly.
"Don't touch me!"
She tried to run, but he quickly caught her effortlessly. She scratched him and he recoiled from the sting. She stomped on his foot, but he was too fast. The shifter smirked before slamming Alex's head into the hood of the car, effectively knocking her out.
Sam jolted awake in an unfamiliar place. He was tied to something and he began to struggle against the ropes. The shifter walked over and stood in front of Sam. He smirked and then slapped Sam across the face. Sam's head jerked to the side from the force. Once the pain wore off, Sam looked at the fake version of his brother.
"Where is he?"
"I wouldn't worry about him. I'd worry about you and your sister."
"Where is my brother?" asked Sam.
The shifter crouched down and got directly in Sam's face, still smirking evilly.
"I'm your brother. But you see, deep down, I'm just jealous. You've got friends. Me? I know I'm a freak. And sooner or later, everyone's gonna leave me."
The shape shifter stood up, leaving Sam's side.
"What do you mean?"
The shifter scoffed.
"Hell, I did everything Dad asked me to and even he left."
The shifter looked over at Sam.
"Left me with your sorry ass."
He covered Sam with the same beige sheet as before and Sam heard him leave the sewer.
Sam had managed to get the sheet off and he was now pulling at his ropes again. Sam stiffened when he heard a cough.
"That better be you, Sam," said the real Dean.
Sam smiled and laughed with relief.
"Yeah, it's me. He went back looking like you, though."
"He's not stupid. He picked the handsome one."
Sam laughed slightly.
"Hey, where's Lex?"
Sam stopped struggling and looked around.
"Shit, I don't know. God damn it."
Sam returned to struggling, but Dean was now free. He helped Sam get free and then they stood up.
"C'mon. We gotta find our sister and then I have a feeling that he's headed for Becky's."
Alex woke up on the cold, hard, asphalt ground. Her head was pounding. She reached up and pressed her palm to her forehead. She removed her hand and saw blood on her palm.
"Damn it."
She tore off the bottom part of her shirt and held it to her head, looking around.
"Sam? Dean?" she called out, but received no reply.
She then spotted the Impala directly behind her and the keys were sitting by the left rear tire. She grabbed them, stuffed them into her pocket and began walking down the street. She was walking down the sidewalk when she stopped in front of a store with televisions located in the display window. The news was currently playing on every television and a sketch of Dean's face was splashed across every television screen in the store.
"Fuck. That's not even a good picture," said Alex.
"I bet Dean will be pissed."
She stood there for a few more minutes when she felt the presence of two people standing beside her. She turned around to look at them and sighed in relief when she saw that it was her brothers.
"Oh, thank God!"
"Alex! We've been looking for you," said Sam.
"Yeah, well, Dean's all over the news."
Sam and Alex looked over at the window once more and saw the sketch of Dean's face splash across the screens once more.
"That's not even a good picture of me!" complained Dean.
Alex smirked.
"Come on, let's get outta here before someone recognizes you," said Sam, pulling on Dean's arm.
Alex followed. They stepped off of the sidewalk and turned a corner into an alley.
"So, bro. Attempted murder. At least we know-" began Alex.
"I didn't kill them!" yelled Dean.
"We'll check on Bec in the morning. See if she's alright," said Sam.
Alex nodded.
"I'm gonna kick the crap out of that damn thing," snarled Dean.
Sam stopped walking and stood in front of his brother.
"Um, we have no weapons for that."
Dean looked over at Sam.
"Look, the guy's walking around with my face. I want to find him."
Alex looked at her brothers, rolling her eyes.
"Hey, fellas? We have weapons."
Sam and Dean looked at her. She pulled the keys out of her jeans pocket and dangled them in front of Dean's face. Dean chuckled and snagged the keys out of her palm.
"That's my girl."
He pulled her in close and kissed her temple.
"Alright, let's get over to my car."
Dean led the way, Sam and Alex following behind. When they were only a few feet away from the car, Dean stopped and sighed with relief.
"Aah. Something that finally went right."
They began to walk forward out of the darkness, but quickly jumped back into the shadows when police cars pulled up and surrounded the Impala. Dean quickly spotted the fence behind them and began to climb up and over it.
"Come on, climb over the fence!"
Alex followed him, climbing up and over as well. When she got all the way up to the top, she straddled the fence and looked down at Sam. Dean was already on the other side of the fence, waiting for Alex to drop down.
"Sam, let's go!" she yelled quietly.
"Look, they can't hold me. Meet me at Rebecca's!"
Sam began walking out and over to all of the police officers.
"Sam!" yelled Alex.
"Alex, we've got to go. Come on," urged Dean.
He waited and Alex jumped into his waiting arms. He caught her and quickly set her back down onto her feet. They headed off toward a motel through the backyards of local homes, jumping over small fences along the way.
The next morning, Dean and Alex were headed back for the Impala on foot. It was exactly where they had left it the night before and Dean kissed the top of his car as they reached it.
"I love this car."
Alex rolled her eyes and walked to the back of the car, opening the trunk. Dean walked around to the back of the car and reached inside the trunk, grabbing a gun for himself and for Alex. He handed her the gun in his left hand.
"Wait, what are we doing?" asked Alex.
Dean slammed the trunk closed and tucked his gun into his waistband.
"We're going after that thing. Now come on."
Alex sighed, but stuck her gun in the waistband of her jeans as well and followed after Dean.
In the sewer system once more, Dean was leading the way with his flashlight.
"This is so unbelievably gross," said Alex.
They passed more piles of gross skin looking stuff before entering the shape shifter's lair. There were chains and ropes all over the lair.
"Whoa, look at this shit," said Alex.
She picked up a huge metal chain from a table and turned it over and around in her hands. Suddenly, there was a loud thump from somewhere in the corner of the lair. Both Dean and Alex looked over in the direction that the thump had come from. Alex dropped the chain back down onto the table and walked with Dean over to the sheet that was covering whatever creature had made the thumping noise. Alex held up her gun as Dean pulled the sheet off to reveal Rebecca. Her eyes were frantic and scared as she looked over at them. Her hair was matted to her forehead with blood and dried blood was smeared all over her cheek.
"Rebecca?" asked Alex.
Rebecca nodded frantically while Dean looked over at Alex.
"Sam," sighed Alex.
Dean ran a hand over his scruffy face.
Sam was at Rebecca's house with the shifter Rebecca. He was sitting on the couch, sipping from his beer. The shifter Rebecca was standing in the kitchen.
"So, let's say that this shape shifter is real. How do you stop it?"
Rebecca grabbed another beer bottle from the fridge and walked back over to Sam. She handed him a new bottle and he handed her his empty beer bottle.
"A silver bullet to the heart," said Sam, bringing his lips to the bottle's opening and taking a swig of his beer.
"You are crazy," said Rebecca.
She smirked and then she hit Sam over the head with the empty beer bottle that she still held in her right hand. Glass flew everywhere and Sam slumped to the floor, unconscious. Rebecca's eyes flashed white evilly.
Alex untied Rebecca from her chains behind her back in the shifter's lair while Dean stood in front of her.
"What happened?" asked Dean.
"Um, I was walking home and someone hit me over the head, hard."
She started to cry and Dean looked over at Alex pointedly.
"What?" mouthed Alex, shrugging her shoulders.
Dean slightly pointed over to Rebecca and then drew lines down his cheeks using his finger to indicate that she was crying. Alex huffed and stuck her tongue out at Dean. She crouched down next to Rebecca and put her arm around her.
"It'll be okay. I promise."
Rebecca nodded and then slowly stopped crying, now sniffling slightly instead. She wiped the remaining tears off of her cheeks.
"Can you walk?" asked Dean.
Rebecca stood up, nodding.
"Good. We've got to hurry. Sammy's probably in trouble. I mean, he went to see you."
Rebecca walked ahead of them slightly.
"I can't believe that you can't handle tears. You're such a pussy," said Alex, bumping Dean's shoulder with her own.
"I can only handle your tears, Alex. I'm used to it by now because you cry so damn much."
Dean laughed at Alex's raised eyebrows and shocked expression.
"I do not!"
"Do too."
"Whatever. I hate you, Dean Winchester."
"Love you too, sis," said Dean, chuckling slightly.
Sam woke up a few minutes later and found that his hands were now tied behind his back. He looked at the shifter and saw that he had shifted back into Dean.
"What are you going to do to me?" asked Sam, trying to break free of the ropes that were currently holding him.
"I'm not going to do anything."
The shape shifter picked up a large butcher knife. It glinted from the incredibly bright moonlight.
"I will be sorry to lose this skin, though."
He forcefully stuck the knife into the end of the kitchen table. Sam had managed to scoot his chair closer to the corner of an end table and he was currently trying to cut the ropes using the table's sharp corner. The shape shifter stepped in front of Sam and Sam kicked him in the shin, hard. The shifter fell to the ground and Sam managed to untie himself using the end table corner. Sam rushed into the kitchen, grabbing the butcher knife out of the table. The shifter rushed him, but Sam grabbed his arm and pinned it behind his back. The shifter managed to get out of Sam's grip. He elbowed Sam in the gut and shoved him into a bookcase. Sam fell to the ground, but he grabbed onto the edge of the pool table and pulled himself up off of the floor. Sam laid across the pool table trying to catch his breath and the shifter grabbed a pool stick, bringing it down to hit Sam. Sam rolled to the right and the shifter hit the table instead of Sam. Sam stood up and looked at his fake brother. The fake Dean threw the stick across the room and tackled Sam. They fell over the top of the couch and crashed into a coffee table, smashing it. The fake Dean grabbed Sam's throat and began strangling him, Sam still struggling to hit him.
"Hey!"
The shifter turned around to see whom the voice belonged to and was shot in the head by Dean. Sam rolled to the left as the shape shifter fell over to the ground, dead. Sam coughed and stood up slowly.
"Sammy, are you alright?" asked Alex.
Sam nodded slowly and Dean walked over to him. Dean looked at the shape shifter, who still looked like him and then looked back over at Sam. Sam shrugged and Alex smiled.
The next morning, Dean had a map of the United States spread out on the hood of his beloved Impala. He and Alex were huddled over it as Rebecca and Sam walked out of her parents' house together.
"Thank you, Sam."
She hugged him and kissed his cheek gently. Sam hugged her tightly before letting go. Rebecca waved to Alex and Dean, giving each of them a small smiled and then she turned back around, entering her house and shutting the front door behind her. Sam walked over to his brother and sister.
"Let's head out."
Sam opened his car door and got inside. Dean folded up the map and then he and Alex climbed into his car as well.