(AN: Hey guys, sorry I didn't post yesterday. I'm a jerk, but here's a chapter. This one's short, so hopefully I can get another chapter up later today.)

Chapter 4

Two weeks passed. Ali was still with the Winchesters (damn Sam and his stupid irresistible smile) and they were up against a shapeshifter who was picking off people of wildlife tours.

Alyssa and Sam were on the tour now, Dean waiting at the spot the victims were taken to.

They figured they were either see the next be taken, or be taken themselves.

The tour was long and slow- every few yards someone would stop for a picture.

After awhile, Alyssa stopped. "Sam, we already passed the point where the others went missing, and everyone's still here. Let's cut through and meet with Dean."

Reluctantly, Sam nodded. "Alright."

She led him through the woods to the clearing Dean was supposed to be waiting at.

Suddenly, Sam had a knife to his neck and a sinking feeling in his heart.

The person he'd thought was Alyssa wasn't a person at all, but the shifter. The damn thing had him trapped.

"Works every time." The shifter laughed in Alyssa's voice. "If you want to see your brother alive, then walk."

The knife moved from his throat to his back, the tip digging into the skin, but not enough to draw blood.

So, he walked. The shifter took him to a cave, where Dean was out cold while tied to a chair, and Alyssa was lying on the ground, conscious and free to move, but she didn't.

"Dean! Ali!" Sam shouted, starting forward, but the shifter grabbed his arm.

"Stay right where you are." It said, still in Ali's voice, her form. The tone it chose was not one of menace, but something sweet and usually reserved for times when Dean told her she needed to use her 'feminine wiles'. Like when she hustled pool.

Sam found himself hating that tone more than ever before. He never did enjoy watching her throw herself at other men, even if she was robbing them blind in the end.

The sound of Sam's voice had roused Ali, and she forced herself to sit up. The damn shifter had tricked her here in Dean;s form, and had been splitting the last two days between torturing her, and pretending to be her around the Winchesters.

They were going to die because of her.

"Sam," She rasped- She was two days low on water. "Kill it."

"I've got a partner." The shifter warned, walking around so it was between Sam and the other two. "And if you kill me, he'll kill them."

It turned to look at Alyssa, who was crawling towards them (her legs had both been broken at the knees) at what was probably a pathetic excuse for full speed.

"Oh, and Ali, Dear. "It said, and she wished it was dead more than ever, "This is for what you did to that poor hellhound."

With that, it drove a knife into Sam's torso, twisting it to ensure fatality. It laughed, her own damn laugh, as she screamed, almost doubling her speed despite the pain to reach him as he fell to the ground.

"Sam!" She cried, almost in a panic. She couldn't help him here. "Sam!"

"Ali," He managed. Both his hands were on the knife -it had gone straight through his heart. He had seconds at most.

Ali could hear the shifter behind her. She knew she was next to go. She closed her eyes as the blade struck home.