Skin:
"I've got nothing." Chris said, standing up from where she'd been checking out the grass. There were no footprints to be found.
"Me neither." Sam sighed, putting down the trash can lid where'd he'd been looking.
"Hey!" Dean showed up, coming around the corner of the house with a look of determination and admittance. "Remember when I saw this wasn't our kind of problem! Definitely our kind of problem." And then he explained. "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."
"So he was two places at once." Sam said.
Chris crossed her arms. "But no body believes it since his wife claims it was him that did it. And she was the victim."
"Exactly! Then he sees himself in the house, police thinks he's a nut job." Dean said, waving his arms. It made sense. Nobody was going to believe a man raging like a lunatic claiming he saw himself attack him wife when birth records would say he had no identical brothers that could have impersonated him.
Sam said curiously. "Two dark doubles attacking loved ones in exactly the same way." Not possibly a coincidence.
"How much you wanna bet it's the same thing doing it?" Chris muttered, picking at her nails. It was very rarely that two supernatural creatures were around the same genera area at the same time hunters roll into town.
Shapeshifter?" Sam suggested and Dean shrugged while Chris nodded in agreement. "Something that can make itself look like anyone?" A shapeshifter explained the camera flash since they were known to have silver eyes when not transformed into someone else. It also explained why half this block of people had beaten wives but claimed they didn't do it. Two places at once and all. Chris only knew that silver to the heart would kill a shapeshifter. "Something that can make itself look like anyone?"
"Every culture in the world has a shapeshifter lore. You know, legends of creatures who can transform themselves into animals or other men." Dean said. And nobody would ever know that there was a double of something they knew or loved wondering around. And they usually didn't have the best intentions.
"While the real one is going on about their day, the double is left to do whatever it wants." Chris mused, biting on her fingernail.
"Shapeshifters, similar to skinwalkers, werewolves." Sam commented. Shapeshifters were horribly ugly creatures if you saw them in they're true form but able to take someone's looks usually to wreak havoc amongst their loved ones. Skinwalkers differed by being able to change shape, usually from a human to some breed of dog at will. Werewolves differed by transforming into wolves forcefully during the three phases of the full moon and usually couldn't remember after. They usually ripped the hearts from whoever was unlucky enough to cross they're paths.
"We've got two attacks within blocks of each other." Dean explained their situation. "I'm guessing we've got a shapeshifter prowling the neighborhood."
Chris glanced behind her and leaned up against the fence. "And this one apparently has bloodlust and gets its kicks by beating up innocent women."
Sam glanced between his brother and sister and then up at the sky. "I have to know, in all this Shapeshifter lore, can any of them fly?"
Dean thought for a minute and shook his head. "Not that I know of." Chris shook her head in denial as well. Nothing she knew of could turn into something like a bird.
Sam sighed. "There's a trail here, someone ran out the back of this building and headed off this way." It seemed like this shapeshifter was becoming predictable in its escapes.
"Just like your friends house." Dean noted. And it was probably the same wherever else this thing had struck.
Chris started playing with a piece of her hair that fell from her ponytail. "And let me guess, it disappeared?"
Sam nodded, "Exactly the same, both places."
But Dean had realized something that they hadn't. "Well there's another way to go-down." Chris and her brothers slowly dropped their eyes to the ground. In the center between them was a manhole cover leading into the sewers. Well if up wasn't the way to go, down was always an option.
"This is so gross." Chris complained as she dropped down the last few area of the ladder into the sewer. Dean had gone down first and Sam followed her.
"Well it is a sewer, sweetheart." Dean said. All three held flashlights they snagged from the trunk of the impala. It looked like any normal sewer would, nothing truly remarkable to write home about.
Sam gazed down the tunnel. "I bet this runs right by Zack's house. The shapeshifter could be using the sewer system to get around."
"He could get anywhere in the town using this." Chris corrected, wrinkling her nose as the smell.
"I think you're right." Dean said in clear disgust as he carefully knelt down. "Look at this." Chris and Sam crowded him to look over his broad shoulders. There was a pile of mush, mainly blood and what looked like mushy skin.
"Is that from the victims?" Sam asked. Meh looked equally disgusted but morbidly, he couldn't take his eyes away from the disgusting pile.
Chris knelt over putting her hands awkwardly holding the flashlight on her knees. She tried breathing deeply but the smell and the sight of the shredded skin was starting to get to her. "It's official, I'm going to be sick."
"If you think that's sick." Dean said taking out a pocketknife. "I just had a sicker thought." He used the knife to pick up some of the skin to see it closer. "When the shapeshifter changes shape, maybe it sheds."
Sam looked like he was about to lose his lunch now. "That is sick." Dean then flicked the mess off his knife. Chris was the first to climb up the ladder, breathing relieved at the feeling of fresh air and the sun on her skin. Dean came out of the hole followed by Sam. Chris and Dean carefully dropped the manhole cover back over the sewer hole.
At the car parked around the corner, Dean opened the trunk and popped up the spare tire opening with a shotgun. Dean shifted through their weapons. "Well one thing I learned from dad is that no matter what kind of shapeshifter it is, there's one way to kill it."
"Silver straight to the heart." Chris said, fiddling with the knife taped under her shirt. A silver knife like she had would injure a shapeshifter unless it had been embedded straight to the heart. Bullets were best to go though since it gave you some distance. Chris opened her bag and switched out the iron bullets from the gun in the back of her pants with silver for this hunt.
Sam stopped helping get their weapons prepared as his phone rung. "This is Sam...we're near Zack's, we're just checking some things out...what are you talking about?" Sam then groaned at whatever the person on the other end said. "Why would you do that...Bec-were trying to help...Bec, I'm sorry. but," Sam hung up disappointed.
Dean glanced on over Chris' head. "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."
Chris rolled her eyes, tucking her gun into the back of her jeans. Her jeans surprisingly felt a size or two looser without the gun holding them in place. "I'm pretty sure anyone and everyone would be freaked, Dean-o, not just Sammy's collage buddies."
"But wouldn't it be easier..." Here Dean trailed off unsure where even himself was going with this.
"If I was like the two of you." Sam scoffed. Last thing he wanted to be like was his big brother and even less like his older sister.
"Please, like you could pull this off." Chris smirked tauntingly, putting a hand on her hip. Sam shook his head with a slight eye roll.
"Well either way, like it or not, we're not like other people. But I'll tell you one thing. This whole gif-it ain't without perks." He handed Sam a gun with silver bullets. Ain't that the truth, Chris thought, thinking about the different weapons on her person.
Back down another hole into the ground and into the sewers they went. "Why would a creature that can pretend to be anyone it wants live in a sewer?" Chris asked. "Why not...kidnap some famous rich person and live they're life. Nobody would know the difference if he wanted them long enough to imitate them."
They're flashlights were they're only search of light. "Well you might get a chance to ask it. I think we're close to its lair." Dean commented. Chris looked at him confused, holding a flashlight in one hand and silver bulleted gun in the other, she didn't see anything worth mentioning.
Sam and Chris shared a look. "Why do you say that?" Sam was the one to ask.
There was a ghost of a smirk in Dean's voice. "Because there's another puke inducing pile next to your face." Sam looked over only to jump back, nearly shoving Chris off the walkway. He hadn't noticed the shed skin clinging to a pipe poking out the wall.
Chris couldn't say anything in complaint because she'd realized she stepped on something. A shirt? There was more clothes piled in the corner. "Guys, check what I've just found." Shining her flashlight on them.
Dean whistled. "Looks like it's lived here for a while." Different piles were stretched across the room.
Sam stepped forward. "Who knows how many murders he's gotten away with." Sam said. From the different clothes, it had to be dozens of innocent people. Innocent being the one he framed and the one he would beat if he used the same MO as these.
"Hopefully that Asian guy down the street will be the last." Chris said, stepping back a step. But then she froze, back arching as she felt something breathing on her neck. And she could clearly see her brother's in front of her. Chris swallowed hard, "He's right behind me." That grabbed her brother's attention. They spun seeing the Asian man standing behind her. Chris drove her elbow into his stomach and he grunted while she used the distraction to turn. But Chris got punched to the ground, feeling a bruise forming on her cheek. Sam pulled her up by her upper arm while Dean shot after the now Asian shapeshifter who disappeared into the tunnels.
"Get the son of a bitch!" Dean shouted, pissed after seeing his little sister getting flung to the ground. The three Winchester's raced after him, shooting when they caught a glimpse of him.
Up in the street, Chris grunted as she was he last to pull herself out of the manhole seconds after her brother's. But all three were left staring in an empty alleyway. The shapeshifter was clearly fast, disappearing before they could reach him. "And he's gone." Chris scowled, hand tightening around her gun.
"Alright, let's spilt up." Sam suggested. Good call, that would get them more ground to cover. They had to find this guy before he claimed another pair of victims.
"I guess we'll meet on the other side." Dean said and the three separated. Dean went one way down the alley and Sam and Chris went the other. Then the two youngest spilt at the end of the alley and down the separate streets.
Chris let her eyes scan the faces of the ground, quickly tucking her gun into an inside pocket of her jacket. But there wasn't any shapeshifter. Not unless he'd done shape shifted into someone else. Chris muttered her excuse me's, pushing past the crowd. But everywhere she turned was another dead end. "Great," she muttered angrily. Chris put a hand to her jaw and massaged, groaning at the faint taste of blood lingering in her mouth from where her tooth bit. Chris turned around and started back to the car. But then she stopped, hunter trained ears hearing a faint crash in the nearby alley. Chris narrowed her eyes and slowly made her way into the alley. She slid her hand into the inside of her jacket. Her fingertips barely brushed the handle before something hard came down on her head and everything went dark.
Chris grunted as she came to, blinking dazed. Where was she? But her memories came rushing back and her head shot up. Damn shapeshifter, who else could he be. Chris glared into the minimum light down there. Her hands were tied behind her and her neck was tied to a pole. She was in the Shapeshifters lair where they found all those clothes. There was a groan in front of her and realized Sam was unconscious and tied to another pole. She grumbled under her breath and reached out a foot, just barely able to kick his own. Good thing he had those giant legs stretched out. "Sam, hey Sammy, wake up!"
Sam jolted awake surprised and coughed before groaning. "Where are we?"
"Back where we started." Chris grumbled, trying to see if the shapeshifter was around. Then sounding innocently, she asked, "So, how'd you get caught?"
Sam shook his head still dazed. "Um...he pretended to be you. But then I realized his jaw wasn't bruised anymore. He attacked me."
"Well lookie here, two Winchester's all tied up." Dean stepped out of the shadows with a sinister smirk.
Chris groaned, dropping her head on the pole behind her. "I don't think that's our Dean."
"Where is he? Where's Dean?" Sam demanded pissed. Shapeshifter wouldn't pose as Dean unless he knew the real Dean wouldn't interrupt whatever he was doing with his form.
"I wouldn't worry about him. I'd worry about the two of you." The shapeshifter Dean said tauntingly.
"Where is he?" Sam demanded. He acted like he couldn't care less about this family sometimes, just killing the thing that ruined our lives by taking they're mother and Sam's girlfriend twenty two years later. But Chris could detect the hint of fear in his voice.
"What'd you do to our brother." Chris glared, trying to loosen her ropes holding her hands behind her back.
"You really don't wanna know." The shapeshifter chuckled as if he was happy with they're misery. Chris glowered, pulling at her ropes furiously. She just wanted to smack that grin off his face. "I swear, the more I learn about this family...I thought I came from a bad background." What was that suppose to mean? How was he learning anything about their family because none of them sure weren't telling.
"What do you mean, learn?" Sam was the one to ask in a demanding tone. Chris felt her ropes getting looser.
The shapeshifter suddenly froze and nearly fell over, gripping his head in pain. Chris looked startled. She knew it wasn't Dean but it still pained her to think it could be Dean in so much clear pain. This guy could suffer for all she cared, what she wanted was her big brother. But just as soon as it happen did he end. Shifter Dean stood smirking proudly. "He sure as issues with the two of you. Little Sammy got to go to collage. Little Sweetheart got to choose on her own what she wanted to do with her life. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home. With dad. You don't think I had dreams of my own? But dad needed me? Where the hell were you two?" Each word was just like a stab to Chris' heart. Dean didn't feel like that...did he?
"Where is my brother?" Sam demanded, glaring hatefully at the shapeshifter.
"I am your brother." The shapeshifter said as if he could truly make them believe that.
"No you're not." Chris snarled. Damn, she couldn't wait to put a silver bladed knife into this guy's heart. Show him what happens when he tried to replace one or her brothers.
"Of course I am, sweetheart." Chris glowered at he used the nickname Dean had specially for her. "Deep down I'm just jealous. Sammy had friends, you had your own apartment-a home. You had lives! Me? I know I'm a freak. And sooner or later, everybody's gonna leave me." Well cry me a river, Chris thought angrily. There was no way her strong big brother thought like this. But still there was doubt starting to cloud her head.
"What are you talking about?" Sam demanded. Chris was almost free from her hands tied.
"You left. Sweetheart here left me she she was a just a baby. Hell, I did everything dad asked me to and he ditched me, too. No explanation, nothin', just poof. Left me with your sorry ass, to track down a sister I thought was dead for over twenty years because of him. But, still, this life? It's not without its perks." He stopped briefly to laugh. "I meet the nicest people. Like little Becky. You know, Dean would bang her if he had the chance. Let's see what happens." The shifter smiled like Dean with a sinister touch behind it as he covered Sam with a sheet. Chris cursed his out as he did the same with her, feeling her hands come free. Now she had this rope around her beck to think about.
While Sam and Chris were trying to free themselves, Shapeshifter Dean smiled at Rebecca as she opened her door. Rebecca frowned when she saw him and Shapeshifter Dean knew what the real Dean had done went along with it. "I know what you're gonna say."
Rebecca crossed her arms with a prissy bitch off look on her face. "Oh, you do?"
Shapeshifter Dean grinned sheepishly like an innocent boy. "Well no, not exactly but I can take a guess. Get off my porch?" Rebecca couldn't help but laugh at how right he was.
"That's about right." Rebecca agreed.
The shapeshifter pressed on. "I admit it, we lied." He wanted to get invited into the house instead of pushing his way in. Why else would be use a form recognizable to the woman. "Thought I'd try to explain myself. Chris doesn't really care I'm here and Sam told me not to come but you know, I thought 'what the hell', I have to try." He smiled pleased.
Back in the sewers, Sam cursed loudly when he failed to get free. "Don't worry Sammy, I almost got it." Chris said distracted. She'd gotten her hands free and was working on the knot tying her neck to the pole.
Both froze when they heard something else. A slight cough as someone covered nearby regained consciousness. And Dean spoke raspy, "That better be the two of you and not that freak of nature." Dean announced, shaking another tarp off of him as he to was tied to a pole. Chris could help but laugh, her laugh mixing with Sam. Both sounded so relieved to see they're big brother was alright and with them.
"Yeah, it's us." Sam said grinning. You could hear how relieved he was in his voice. Chris felt her muscles relax at the sight of her oldest brother aright. "He went to Rebecca's looking like you." Sam explained as Chris went back to untying her rope.
"Well he's not stupid. He picked the handsome one." Dean half-joked. Sam looked at him confused, like what was the point in that since they were tied up in a sewer.
"I hate to tell you boys this but neither if you are handsome." Chris said, ignoring the glares as she freed herself. Hey, she was they're sister. She knew what they were like out of the presence of people outside the family. She wasn't suppose to think they're cute.
At Rebecca's house, she was sitting in her couch beside Dean. Both had a beer in hand. Dean was slowly sipping his own as Rebecca went over what he just told her. "So, you're saying that there's something out there that made itself look like my brother." She clarified. When Dean nodded, Rebecca asked, "What'd you call it?"
"A shapeshifter." Dean answered. Rebecca laughed in response, rolling her eyes. She didn't really believe that was true, it couldn't be. And Dean continued on with a loose smile, "Yeah, maybe we're crazy. But what if we're not? I mean, look, you said it yourself that Zack was in two places at once. Now, tell me how that can happen?"
Rebecca looked at him curiously and went along with it. "Okay, so this thing...it can make itself look like anybody?"
"That's right." Dean said calmly. It wouldn't be long before she was eating out of his hand. What girl wouldn't be with the face he stole?
Rebecca chuckled, she couldn't help but make fun of such a creature. It was in most human nature to reject others who were different. "Well what is it, like a genetic freak?"
Dean's laugh now sounded slightly forced but only if you had been listening to it. Which Rebecca wasn't. "Maybe. Evolution is about mutation, right? So, maybe this thing was born human but was different. Hideous and hated. Until he learned to become someone else." Rebecca turned around looking uncomfortable with this conversation. It didn't seem to funny now. She didn't notice Dean's eyes flicker to molten silver as he smiled.
In the sewers, "Stop your squirming." Chris said, trying to cut through Sam's ropes with a knife.
"Hey Chris, didn't you notice that the shapeshifter was more than looking like Dean?" Sam asked, trying to stay still. Chris nodded silently, these ropes were thick.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked. He had been unconscious and covered during their talk so was unaware of the strangeness the shapeshifter was.
Sam explained. "He didn't just look like you, he was you. Or he was becoming you." After that headache it had, it seemed to know things only Dean would know.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked as Chris finished freeing Sam.
Chris knelt down beside Dean and starting cutting him free. "If I had to describe it, I'd say he was downloading your memories. That would explain why we're still alive. Some kind of connection that he wouldn't get from a dead body?"
"Like a Vulcan mind meld." Dean cursed as Chris freed him. His ropes were older so they were easier to cut through after being worn from age.
After being freed, the three Winchester's escaped to the quickest manhole they could find. Chris breathed deeply when she finally managed to climb out and into the fresh air. "Come on, we gotta find a phone, call the police." Sam said as soon as he climbed out.
"Wait," Dean stopped him. "You're gonna put an APB out on me?"
"Hey, you think we could trick the police into thinking it's Dean's identical twin brother?" Chris suggested. The boys scowled at the thought of being related to that thing. "Nah, you're right. Besides, seeing Dean's picture on the news will just make him change into someone else." The three started running down the street towards Rebecca's.
Back at Rebecca's house, Shapeshifter Dean was talking again about himself. "It's funny. I kind of understand him. He's all alone, close to no one. All he wants is for someone to love him. He's like me." Rebecca glanced around the room uncomfortably. He may be Sam's brother but they weren't close enough to be telling such personal things. "You know everybody needs a little human touch now and then. It's so hard to be different."
But then he tucked Rebecca's hair behind her ears and she awkwardly shrugged away. "You should go." Shapeshifter Dean leaned forward and whispered something into her ear. Rebecca shot up with a look of horror and disgust on her face. "You are disgusting, just get the hell out of here!" She shouted. She couldn't believe how different Sam and his older brother actually was. At least now she knew why he rarely talked about him. And to think, the sister had to be even worse considering Sam never even mentioned her.
"Rebecca, just calm down." The shapeshifter said in Dean's soothing voice as he stood. The voice wouldn't work as normal though after what'd he just said to her.
Rebecca grew more pissed instead. "Calm down? What is wrong with you?" She demanded, wanting nothing more than to throw him out of her house.
The shapeshifter Dean was getting mad. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?"
Rebecca quickened her step to the phone on the side table. "I'm calling the police." She stupidly announced. Why announce what your doing to the freak in your house that's scaring you?
The shapeshifter Dean clearly didn't like that idea and calmly walked over to her before she could click the last number, throwing the phone so hard against the wall that it broke. She screamed so loud that the neighbors could hear as she tried to escape to the door. Shapeshifter Dean easily knocked her over, climbing on top. "Shut up!" He snarled, struggling to tie up her hands with the telephone cord. "Give me your hands!"
Later on, Rebecca had been dragged to her bedroom and was tied to her chair with telephone wires. She had been beaten for her troubles of trying to escape, covered in her own blood. She hadn't made a mark on shapeshifter Dean. He started to speak as he toyed with a long kitchen knife. "You're a nice girl, Rebecca. I mean, I liked you. Believe me, that makes this harder but I gotta do what I gotta do." Before he could purposely drive the knife into her heart, there was a sudden crash downstairs. Rebecca screamed for help but Shapeshifter Dean muffled her with a hand on her mouth and knife to her throat.
Just down the hall, the SWAT team that had responded to the neighbor's reporting several sounds of screaming was searching the house. They didn't even notice as the shapeshifter slipped into another room across the hall, closing the door softly. Shapeshifter Dean made it to the balcony before the door was forced open. "Freeze! Drop the knife!" The officer shouted. Shapeshifter Dean didn't drop the knife, he threw it. All the officers started to shoot but at that point, Shapeshifter Dean had easily jumped off the balcony and took off running into the darkness faster than multiple speeding bullet could catch him.
Turns out; Dean, Sam, or Chris needed to call the police anyway. Someone else already did, as they found out from standing in front of a store window watching the news. The reporter was talking, "An anonymous tip led police to a home in the central west end where a SWAT team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. Her attacker, a white man approximately twenty four to thirty years of age was discovered hiding in her home." Then a police artist sketch of Dean appeared on the screen.
"Man, that's not even a good picture!" Dean complained loudly. He was starting to get some unwanted or unneeded looks from stray people passing by.
Sam glanced around cautiously. "It's good enough." They had to get away before people started connecting the dots and realizing Dean looked identical to the Dean Winchester on the news.
Chris glanced around cautiously. "I suggest we get out of here." Chris made her way down the alley beside the store withy Dean and Sam following.
"They said attempted murder." Sam muttered. Attempted was the big key word in that sentence. "At least we know-" he trailed off uncertain.
"I didn't kill her." Dean clarified. He may not be the one holding the knife but it would be his DNA via Shapeshifter they would find on the handle.
Chris stopped by the dumpsters, "That's great guys, Rebecca's alive and all, now what are we going to do?" Where could they find the shapeshifter? He probably changed forms by now if he saw the news. Chris couldn't just go around flashing her camera phone in people's faces unless they're eyes flashed silver.
"First, we're going to find hat handsome devil and kick the holy crap out of him!" Dean declared loudly. Only him when call the shapeshifter that stole his looks and tried to commit murder 'handsome'.
"We have no weapons. No silver bullets." Sam tried reasoning with their brother. He had a point, the easiest way to kill a shapeshifter would be a silver bullet from a gun.
But Chris was known to be an improvisor when necessary. "We may not have silver bullets but I still have my silver knifes." She had all kinds of different weapons hidden on her person that nobody but her knew where every piece was. She'd been fascinated with weapons since she was six and a large kitchen knife fell off the counter and stuck itself blade first into the floor in front of her.
"That's great and all. We have weapons now so let's go find him! It's a little personal with him walking around with my face and all." Dean demanded. Understandable. Chris was pissed it had used her form to try and trick her brothers.
"So where do we look?" Sam asked. He addressed the bigger problem they were having, having no idea where to find Shapeshifter Dean. But there was still little chance to find him since it was possible he'd changed forms already. Who wouldn't with they're face plastered all over the news as a murderer.
"What about the sewers?" Chris suggested in disgust. She may hate having to explore the sewerage but saving people, hunting things, that came first. "He'd have to return to his little home eventually."
"Hey, I was thinking...we could probably get to the car now." Sam suggested. The car had they're main arsenal. They had half a chance with Chris' knives but the chance was higher with weapons from the car. Especially since she had no idea where her gun had gone since it was no longer in the back of her pants.
Dean continued on as if al three were sharing the same brain. "I'm betting he drove over to Rebecca." Who wouldn't want the chance to drive the badass forty year old '67 Chevy Impala?
Chris got in on heir wavelength, eyes widening ever so slightly as she easily caught on, the whole thing was like the three of them sharing one brain as said before. "Didn't the news so he fled on foot? So wouldn't the car still be at Rebecca's house?" It was so obvious that Chris was mentally hitting herself for not thinking of it before.
Dean shook his head clearly upset as a new thought crossed his mind. "The thought of him drivin' my car." Chris was pissed a shapeshifter had been in the car that was starting to feel like a home to her with her brothers in the front seat but the way Dean was going at it, it was like someone had kidnapped his puppy. "It's killin' me." In any other situation it would have been funny.
"Let it go." Sam said as they started walking, taking back alleys to avoid detection and attention of nosy passerbyers.
Chris felt herself relax as they found the impala parked outside of Rebecca's house. "Oh, there she is! Finally something goes right tonight!" Dean exclaimed, sounding relived as he touched the car. Chris felt the corner of her lip turn up ever so slightly at how obsessed her older brother was about his car.
There was a surge of panic Chris felt as a police car pulled up to them. She turned but pulled to a stop, her brothers nearly knocking her over from behind as they tried to do the same. Another police car had pulled up. "Let's go, like now!" Chris exclaimed and they ran out back to the house, only being stopped by the wooden fence.
Chris looked at Sam in disbelief as he said, "You two go. I'll hold 'em off!" Who did he think he was? Why should he be the one to stay behind?
Dean stopped having already climbed the fence and was straddling it. "What are you talking about? They'll catch you?" Chris thought, they already want Dean for murder? They'd probably try busting Sam who didn't even have a record that he wasn't bailed out for minor stuff hunting made them do.
Chris made a suggestion, jabbing her thumb at her chest. "Why don't I stay? I can pull off innocent pretty well." It was true. She'd been left off on warnings for the more minor stuff she's did before of her bright hazel green eyes and blonde hair naturally curled just right.
Sam scowled at her. "Don't you have a record as long as your arm?" Chris had her cheeks puffed out in irritation. She already paid for her crimes in juvey before she was smart enough not to get caught. "Just meet me at Rebecca's."
Chris scowled but out her foot on the fence. She only got halfway up, they had been arguing for to long. "Don't move! Keep your hands where I can see 'em!" Chris tensed, not having to look to know there was a gun pointed at her back. She felt her fingers loosen and let herself drop back the foot to the ground, keeping her hands above her head.
After they're short adventure at the police station, "I can't believe they never caught you with all those weapons on you." Sam said, gazing after his sister with new found respect as he followed her up Rebecca's drive.
"Of course not, I'm a professional after all." Chris had her hands on her hips and was preening like a peacock under the praise. She said it jokingly stuck up with nose in the air.
Sam chuckled before he turned sullen as they reached the door. He was just remembering why exactly they were there to begin with. Only minutes later did Sam and Chris find themselves on Rebecca's couch being served beer. "You think we're crazy, don't you?" Chris asked, almost bored as she sipped her beer. It wasn't anything she heard before.
"Of course I do!" Rebecca exclaimed. "But..." She hesitated. "Let's say it is real. How would you stop one?" Handing Sam another beer as he had already finished his own.
"Silver bullet to the heart." Sam sighed like it was common knowledge. Which to hunters like them, it was. Silver bullets were pretty much the beginning, the basics of the supernatural.
Rebecca chuckled. Chris felt herself tense up. That wasn't the chuckle of a girl told every nightmare she ever had was probably real. This was the chuckle of a girl with the evilest intentions in mind. "You are crazy." Rebecca said. Chris spun around, eyes widening in horror as panic and fear clouded in her chest after hearing the sound of shattering glass. Sam fell to the ground with a heavy thumb, shards and liquid of a beer bottle clinging to him. The top of the beer bottle was clung loosely in Rebecca's hand. Rebecca slowly raised her head to look Chris in this eye. Rebecca's eyes flashed silver. This time nobody was around to hear the shrieks of a girl as she was tackled like a linebacker.
Back down in the sewers, "What happened?" Dean asked, untying the real Rebecca from her bounds.
Rebecca's clothes were torn and dirty. Her hair was like a rat's nest. She had heavy tears running down her face crying pitifully. "I was walking home and everything just went white. Someone hit me over the head and I wound up here just in time to see that thing turn into me. I don't know, how is that even possible?" Rebecca just had her first supernatural experience and what it could do to a person.
Dean tried calming her down as he helped her up. She may had hated him after they tricked her onto the crime scene but right now, he was getting her out of here alive. "We've gotta hurry. Sam and Chris went to see you." But they wouldn't get her, they would be getting the shapeshifter.
Back at Rebecca's house, "I can't believe we got jumped by the little blonde chick." Chris groaned after she came to. She was tied back to back with Sam. Now that was just embarrassing.
Sam was more worried about the shapeshifter who had turned back into Dean while they were out. "What are you gonna do to us?" Sam demanded, acting brave but Chris could barely hear the tremor of fear he kept hidden.
Chris tried to look but was blocked by Sam's broad shoulder. "I'm not gonna do anything. Dean will though." You could hear the smirking grim in the shapeshifter' voice.
"You don't know Dean!" Chris called from behind Sam, wiggling in her ropes. "They won't be able to catch him!"
The shapeshifter circled around to Chris, playing with a long kitchen knife he'd been sharpening while they were out. "Doesn't matter. Murder in the first of his own brother, his little sister? He'll be hunted fhe rest of his life." Chris swallowed hard, feeling a lump in her throat. "I must say, I will be sorry to lose this skin. Your brother's got a good quality. You should appreciate him more than you do." The shapeshifter walked away and poured himself a drink. "Cheers."
Sam used his distraction to kick the shapeshifter over. Chris grunted as her and her brother quickly worked together trying to stand. The shapeshifter was picking glass from his face calmly from his broken drink while Sam and Chris had to work up and down on the knife the shapeshifter had sticking out of the counter. It was extremely awkward and wobbly having to work together to break free. The shapeshifter stood up just as their ropes broke apart. Sam grabbed the knife and swung at the shapeshifter. Shapeshifter Dean grasp Sam's arm, twisting him hard to knock him over. Chris pulled a silver knife from her boot and swung hard but shapeshifter Dean sensed her coming from behind and ducked out of the way. "Not bad little brother, sweetheart."
"You're not him." Sam snarled, getting into a fistfight with the shapeshifter that looked like his brother that ended with him flying into a bookshelf. Books fell off, hitting Sam on the way down.
Chris scrambled for her knife but couldn't reach it as the shapeshifter grabbed her ankle. "Don't call me that!" Chris snarled, feeling anger rushing through her veins. Only the real Dean could call her 'sweetheart'. She just realized how strong this shapeshifter was as he flung her. Chris cried out as she smashed the coffee table to rubble.
Shapeshifter Dean talked like he was the real Dean. "Even when we were kids I always kicked your ass." He said, grabbing a pool stick to fight. "And we all know I'm stronger than you." He declared. Chris gasped, just rolling out the way as the stick came down hard where she had been seconds before. Sam tackled him from behind and the two rolled across the ground. Shapeshifter got to the top position and started chocking Sam. Chris felt panic well up inside her, grabbing her knife. She pulled her arm back ready to throw it as hard as she could so it'll go through his back, muscle, and bone straight into his heart.
"Hey!" The real Dean shouted from the doorway. Everyone froze, looking up from they're places in the trashed living room with surprise on they're faces. Dean shot the gun held firmly in hand, the one Chris had taken from her, she recognized. The shapeshifter fell off of Sam, the lookalike of Dean's crashing to the floor with two bullets embedded in his heart.
"Sam!" the real Rebecca cried, rushing in. Sam was just sitting up coughing. Chris felt her arm fall and her muscles drop from how tense she was. And the real Dean in a fit of satisfaction, yanked the necklace he always wore off the dead shapeshifter Dean's neck.
The next day, Chris was sitting on the hood of the car. Dean was leaning over beside her looking over a map to get them to the next closest town. On the steps, Sam and Rebecca were talking about what went down. This was something she would never forget for the rest of her life. "It's finally done." Chris muttered, putting a sucker in her mouth. There were some things she didn't enjoy and looking at how real the shapeshifter had looked like a dead Dean had shaken her up.
Rebecca waved them off as Sam joined them by the car. Chris half waved her hand with a small wave in return. They would probably never see this girl again as she headed into the house. "So what about your friend, Zack?" Dean asked, folding up the map.
Sam smirked and Chris looked at him curiously. "Cops are blaming 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. Becca says Zack will be released soon."
Sam's smiled widened as Dean rolled his eyes. Chris laughed, felling joyful now that a case wasn't weighing on her mind. "Nice going Dean, you're dead and framed for murder without doing either."
Chris felt herself lean against the seats comfortably as she climbed into the back seat of the Impala. Dean and Sam took they're normal spots in the front seat. They put this town behind them as Dean drove off. And then Dean said something that surprised Chris enough to move to the edge of her seat. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Sam asked equally surprised.
"What could you have possibly done that warranted an apology?" Chris asked, getting rid of her sucker stick via the car window.
Dean shook his head, not looking from the road as he said, "I really wish hints could be different, you know? I wish...Sam could be Joe Collage. And Chris can be...Miss Popular, normal."
Chris rolled her eyes. She had never been miss popularity. She had been the freak that never got caught with a knife collection in her locker. "No, that's okay." Sam insisted. "The truth is, even at Stanford deep down, I never really fit in."
Chris crossed her arms on the back of they're seats, "And if it made you feel any better, I felt the same way. Everywhere I went was never truly where I belonged. I never felt like home." Not like she felt in this Impala with the two most important guys that had wormed they're way into her heart without even trying.
"Well that's cause you're both freaks." Dean said unrestrained. Chris scowled at him while Sam scoffed. Dean chuckled. "Well I'm a freak too. So I'm right there all the way."
Chris smiled as Sam burst into laughter. "Yeah, I know you are." It was nice to hear. It looked like Sammy was finally moving on from Jessica.
Chris jokingly flung her arms in the air, falling back into her seat. "We're a whole family of freaks!" She announced loudly.
Dean glanced at Sammy and then in the review mirror to see Chris in the back seat. A little hang grin formed in his face. "You know, I gotta say-I'm sorry I'm gonna miss it." Chris looked at him confused.
"Miss what?" Sam was the one that voiced their confusion. Chris raised an eyebrow, it wasn't like they formed any real attachment in that town. What they really did was Sam subconsciously saying goodbye to the collage life he once had.
"How many chances am I gonna have to see my own funeral?" Sam, Dean, and Chris would never know of the identical grins they gave as they turned away, all three sharing unknowingly sharing a feeling of content.
Elsewhere, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Taylor said. She was sitting on her bed flipping through a magazine. Taylor was a dark skinned collage girl living in a collage dorm room with her roommate Lori.
Her best friend Lori shook her head grinning. "There's nothing you wouldn't do." Lori was a white girl with shoulder length strawberry brown hair and brown eyes. She wore red heels, a blue jean mini skirt and a red tank top. Lori left the room for her date with her very handsome and popular boyfriend.
Left by herself, Taylor grinned proudly. "That's true." There really wasn't anything she wouldn't do.
Lori and her boyfriend later found themselves at nine mile road. Nine mile road was the town's local 'makeout' spot. The two were so caught up in the car that they never noticed the tall figure in black standing just inside the tree line, a silver hook shining under the moonlight where his hand should have been. Lori shifted in her seat uncomfortable and awkward. "I thought we were going to the party."
Rich was your everyday douchbag who only got into the collage because of his rich daddy. "Well we can't arrive on time." Rich chuckled like the thought was ridiculous. Lori didn't notice his eyes drop to her chest.
Lori tried to hide how uncomfortable she was with this with a smile. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you brought me here on purpose."
Rich jokingly feigned shock and put a hand to his chest. "What? I'm offended." He cracked a grin.
Lori grinned feeling better in the joking atmosphere. She said sarcastically, "Yeah, I'm sure." Then Rich pressed his lips to hers. Lori pushed in, feeling warm as he kissed her. She moaned in disappointment when her phone started to ring. Caller ID claimed it to be her dad, great, just what she needed.
Rich looked impatient. All he wanted was to tell everyone how he defiled the preacher's daughter. Maybe he could convince her to turn off the phone so they wouldn't get interrupted again. "You wanna get that?" He tapped his fingertips against the steering wheel.
Lori shook her head, last thing she needed was another fight. She denied the call and went back to kissing Rich. It was actually really nice...then he moved his hand from her arm to under her shirt strap, fingers brushing the top of the curve of her breast. Lori moved away nervously, she wasn't ready to go that far. "No."
Rich smiled understandingly. "It's ok." Lori still looked uncomfortable, just wishing they could go to the party instead. The two never noticed the strange man slowly walking out of the tree line. In the car, Rich came on to strong and started kissing her neck. He slid his hand under her strap again, this time going further down to the top of her bra.
Lori was unable to get into it and pushed him away. "Hey, I mean it!" She said firmly. She wasn't going to have her first time with a guy she'd only been dating a month in his car. Before Rich could be more forceful, they both jumped as there was a loud screeching sound outside. Like a teacher running her nails down a chalk board sound. "What was that?" Lori looked around worriedly.
"I don't know." Rich said, no longer in the mood with that horrible screeching sound happening again. Well he might as well go see if he can stop it so he can get back to business. Rich opened the door and stuck a leg out.
Lori grabbed onto the back of his shirt suddenly panicked, every horror movie she ever suffered through racing through her head. "No! Rich, no!" She pleadingly begged.
Rich shook her off unconcerned. "No, just wait here." He ignored her terror filled face and closed the door. "What the hell?" His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he heard the screeching sound again and a long scratch etch itself from an invisible force on the side of his car.
"Rich, let's go!" Lori called from the car. She screamed when the car suddenly shook and dropped sideways as a back tire was hit, opening an airway. "Rich?" She looked around desperate for a familiar face but she couldn't see where her short time boyfriend had gone to. He wouldn't really leave her here with his car...would he? "Rich!" She screamed. Being driven mad with panic, she practically dove towards her door to roll up the windows. She still didn't feel safe even as she locked the doors into place. "Rich, where are you?" Lori was starting to cry. And then there was the scratching accompanied by a banging sound on the roof of the car. She screamed, falling to the floor of he car. Then the noise stopped, leaving Lori breathing heavily. Her heart felt like it would beat out of her chest. "Ok, ok." Lori knew she couldn't just sit here alone till morning. So she mustered up all the courage she had and slowly pushed open her door. When nothing happened, she quickly climbed out and started to run. Lori would never know what possessed her to stop and turn back around. But she did know she was greeted with a sight she'd never be able to un-see. Rich had somehow been turned upside down, tied by his ankle to a low hanging branch hanging over the car. The scraping sound had been his fingernails scratching across the car roof. There was blood covering his clothes, dripping down his hand and pooling under him. All Lori could do was open her mouth and let loose a blood curdling scream that echoed for miles.
A few towns over, Chris was sitting with her legs stretched out in front of her at an outdoor cafe. Chris happily poured more than the usual amount of sugar into the coffee Dean bought her. It had just breeched the five month mark of the three Winchester's coming together. Dean shook his head as he looked up from the laptop. "I will never understand your sugar addiction."
Chris smirked proudly to herself. She moaned as she sipped her drink. This was one of the better places they've stopped at so at least they're stuff was better than most they stopped at. She licked the foam she had in it off her upper lip. "I'm a girl, so therefore by default, there are a lot of things you will never understand about me."
That was when Sam wondered on over from the payphone across the street. "Your half-caf, double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis" Dean called. It was a girly drink, especially compared with the plain black that Chris had drowned in sugar.
"Bite me?" Sam grumbled, sitting down at the third empty seat at they're table. Chris noticed he seemed oddly sullen this afternoon.
"Let me guess, nothing?" Chris said. They'd been stopping every local town to call local hospitals and morgues for anyone with dad's description. Sammy wouldn't look like this if he had any news to give.
Sam took a long sip of his girly coffee before answering. "I had 'em check the FBI's missing persons data bank. No John Doe's fitting dad's description. I even ran his plates for traffic violation. Chris sighed, torn with wanting to find her dad and hope for never finding him.
"I'm saying I don't think dad wants to be found." Dean complained, he was covering his tracks too good. Why would Chris want anything to do with the man that couldn't man up and gave her away like last week's newspaper? That had been her mindset on her family ever since she was thirteen and gave up on little fantasies of her parents wanting her? Mom dead and dad was the one that tossed her away only to keep her brothers, one of them being no more than an infant baby at the time! Sam looked disappointed at Dean's answer. "Check this out." Dean turned the computer around to show them a newspaper article: The Mutilated body was found near the victim's car, parked on nine mile road.'
Chris leaned into the computer to read aloud but not loud enough for they're neighbors to here. "Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness whose name has been withheld is quoted as saying the attacker was...invisible?" Invisible man, that was a new one.
"Could be something interesting." Dean said, eager to get back to work and start a case. Saving people, hunting things, it was the family business after all.
Sam shook his head. "Or it could be nothing at all. One freaked out witness who didn't see anything? Doesn't mean it's the invisible man."
"Well every supernatural Vic is freaked out." Chris commented, circling the coffee in her cup with her finger. Then she pulled it out and sucked off the liquid clinging to her skin.
Then Dean pulled the ultimate car that would get all three siblings, even Chris, standing up to leave within seconds. "Dad would check it out."
It only took an blue to arrive at the frat house Rich, the boy who had died, had lived. Chris scowled at the two story large multiple bedroom house. She hated frat houses sense Brooke dragged her to a party at one when they were sixteen. She got kicked out after punching a guy in the nose who had been getting handsy.