Supernatural series (including a little sister)

by immieimke

Hi everyone! Here is (hopefully one day) the whole supernatural series, rewritten to how I'd like to see it. Right now, I'm not yet making a lot of changes (apart from an added female character of course), but later I probably will! I'll see how it goes. I'm still working through season one now, but I am having a lot of fun! Hopefully, you'll have fun too! I don't own supernatural!

6. Season 1, Episode 6, Skin

Skin

With a sigh, I look out the window of the impala. We're driving and driving, and it's starting to get on my nerves. We've been at it since yesterday morning. Dean is trying to find new cases and at the same time looking for dad. He is dragging us along with him, which I don't really mind. I would love to find dad and a good, new case.

Even though I normally love all the road trips in the Impala, this one is so long it's starting to bore the hell out of me. I lean back in my seat and grab my headphones out of my bag. I've just about had enough of Dean's rock music and Sam and Dean keep having discussions about dad. I do not desire to hear them bicker every minute or two, so start blasting my own music. I glance at the dashboard and almost cry out in happiness. We're almost out of gasoline, soon we will have to make a stop at a gas station and I'll finally be able to stretch my legs. Breathe in some nice, fresh air.

Indeed, after about half an hour, Dean notices the empty gasoline tank and starts looking for a gas station. He pulls up at one a few moments later. "Alright, I figure we hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south. Hit Bisbee by midnight…" He starts to ramble as he parks the car. He stops, when he notices neither me nor Sam is listening to him. Sam is clicking away on his phone in full concentration and I have my own music blasting through my headphones. "Sam wears women's underwear…" Dean states drily, trying to get our attention. I chuckle, switching off my MP3 player. "I've been listening, I'm just busy." Sam replies absentmindedly. Dean gets out of the car with a shake of his head. "Busy about what?" He asks. "Checking emails." Sam answers slowly. I follow Dean's lead and climb out of the car too. The fresh wind in my face makes me smile. I stretch loudly, enjoying the warm sun on my skin.

"Emails from who?" Dean asks Sam, walking around the car and grabbing one of the gas pumps. "From my friends at Stanford." Sam answers loudly, so Dean can still hear him. Dean snorts at that, lifting his head. "You kidding? You still keeping touch with your college buddies?" He calls out, a slight grin on his face. I lean against the hood of the impala, casually listening in to their conversation. Not finding it weird at all that Sam keeps in touch with his old friends. I still get messages from old classmates out of high school, from time to time. "Yeah, why not?" Sam retorts. Dean walks back around the car, pushing me aside so he can insert the gas pump into the car. I stumble and grab the car just in time to make sure I don't fall. I glare daggers at me brother, before focusing back on my phone. "Well…" Dean starts, checking if the pump is inserted deep enough into the car, before walking towards Sam's open window. "What exactly do you tell them, you know. About where you've been and what you've been doing?" He asks, leaning against the side of the car to talk to Sam through the window. I make sure I am in good distance, to still hear what Sam's answer is going to be. I am quite interested in what Sam has to say to that and if it's the same as what I tell my friends, when they ask me where I've been. Sam looks out of the window towards Dean. "I tell them that I'm on a road trip with my big brother and little sister. I tell them I need some time off, after Jess." He replies in all honesty. Dean raises his eyebrows. "So you lie to them?" He concludes with a grin. I huff. "No! I just don't tell them everything." Sam defends himself. "I do that too, Dean." I comment shortly. Dean's head snaps into my direction. "You still have contact with people?" He asks me incredulously, like that is the weirdest thing in the world. I raise my eyebrows, Sam chuckling as I do. "Why wouldn't she, Dean? Why wouldn't I?" He backs me up. I smile softly to myself. I met some of the craziest, nicest people in some of the high schools I went to. I quickly became attached to them. I like to stay in contact from time to time and do not understand why that would be so weird to Dean.

"Well, what do you tell your friends?" Dean questions hesitantly, noticing both his siblings have a different opinion. I slowly lean back against the hood of the impala. "Well, I tell them the same, actually. I tell them that my brothers needed me and that I'm going to do my exams online." I explain. Dean shakes his head. "You're lying to them too!" He tells me accusingly. I stand up straight. "No, I'm not. I avoid lying to them, by not telling them everything. Just like Sam's doing." I defend myself and my brother. Dean snorts. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's called lying." He teases. Both me and Sam glare at him. "I mean, hey… I get it! Telling the truth is far worse." Dean raises his hands in the air, once he notices both our glares. "You're serious?" Both me and Sam ask in union, our eyebrows raised. Dean shrugs, grinning slightly. "Look, it sucks, but with a job like this you can't keep close to people. Period." He explains. Sam shakes his head and I roll my eyes. "You're kind of anti-social, you know that?" Sam comments drily, putting his focus back on his emails. "You know, whatever." Dean mumbles in irritation. I chuckle, before stretching my body loudly. My legs feel almost numb after all those hours in the car. I jump up and down repeatedly to get the feeling back. It causes Dean to stare at me with a frown. "Wacha doing there?" He asks in amusement. "I hate driving this long, we need to make more stops." I tell him, stretching my legs and then my arms. Dean just rolls his eyes and decides to ignore me, staring at the gas meter.

"God…" Sam suddenly lets out in a quiet gasp, making both Dean and me stop with whatever we were doing. Dean leans against the open window, while I walk closer to the car so I can hear Sam. He sounded pretty serious. "What?" Dean asks. "This email from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine." Sam starts, his face troubled as he scrolls through the email. "She hot?" Dean asks with his eyebrows raised. I smack him against his shoulder angrily. "Don't do that!" I hiss at him and he puts his hands in the air defensively, looking at me with a slight grin. Then he turns back to Sam, who completely ignored his last comment. "I went to school with her and her brother, Zack. She says Zack's been charged with murder…" Sam starts to explain softly, his eyebrows raised in complete confusion. He seems very startled. "He's been arrested for killing his girlfriend and Rebecca says he didn't do it, but… Sounds like the cops have a pretty good case." He finishes. I let out a slow breath. That sounds terrible. "Dude, what kind of people are you hanging out with." Dean mutters, a little stunned at the information he just got. Sam furiously glares at him. "No man, I know Zack, no killer!" He defends his friend. Dean shakes his head shortly. "Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you." He comments. I smack him on his shoulder for the second time. "Do you have to be so insensitive, jackass?" I snap at him. He once again ignores me completely. "They're in St. Louis. We're going." Sam announces, looking Dean straight in his eyes, as if to challenge him. Dean chuckles. "Look, I'm sorry about your buddy, okay? But this does not sound like our kind of problem." He states. Sam decides to take on the argument with his brother. "It is our kind of problem, they're my friends." He says with a steel face. Dean stands up straight again, shaking his head in frustration. "St. Louis is four hundred miles behind us, Sam!" He exclaims, but Sam keeps looking at him with his big, brown eyes. We both know Dean won't be able to turn those down. "Dean, they're his friends. We should go, we should help. That's what you do when you care." I stand up for Sam. Dean looks from Sam to me and back to Sam, his brows knitted together in irritation. Then he sighs and hangs his head. "Get in!" He tells me, before walking around the car and taking place behind the wheel again. I give Sam a wink and he smiles back at me gratefully. I climb back in the car and soon we've turned back around, speeding in the same direction we just came from. I let out a deep breath, leaning my head against the window shield. Dean's driving suggests he is not happy with neither me nor Sam. Having to drive about three hours back is already bad, but doing it with a grumpy Dean is even worse.

Three hours later we arrive in the small town where Sam's friend needs our help. I switch off my music, glancing down at my MP3. I need to put some more music on that damn thing, I'm sick and tired of hearing the same songs over and over again. The playlist is long enough for shorter rides, but not rides that take days.

Sam guides us through the town, towards the house of Becky's parents. She's supposed to stay there right now, at least that's what she wrote to him. Dean parks the car. He's talking again, now he stopped being angry and made terms with Sam's desire to help his friends. I know that deep down Dean really meant what he said about having no connections. About how that's better, especially with this job. I understand why he'd say that, I just like to believe it to be different. Dean's seen too many people he loved die, to have that same belief, though. In his opinion, it's better to be all alone then have people around you that something can happen to. I get that, but it's annoying that he won't accept someone having a different opinion.

I gladly get out of the car when Dean's parked it and follow Sam. Sam walks through the front garden, towards the front door. Dean locks the car and slightly stays behind. Sam reaches out and rings the doorbell. It's silent for a few seconds, until the door is unlocked and a small girl appears in the doorway. She has blond hair, big blue eyes and with a slight grin I glance at Dean. Just like I thought, he's staring at her with clear interest. I can understand that, she's gorgeous. "O my god… Sam?" Becky lets out a little squeal and Sam grins at her. "Well, if it isn't little Becky…" He teases and she leans her head to the side. "You know what you can do with that little Becky…" she starts in the same teasing tone, before wrapping her arms around Sam eagerly. From the way they act with each other, I can see they do seem to have been good friends. "I got your email." Sam explains, as soon as he lets Becky go. She smiles. "I didn't think you would come here." She says in true surprise and looks at him lovingly. That's the point where Dean decides it's time to introduce himself. He steps forward, sticking out his hand to Becky. "Dean, older brother." He says with a crooked grin. Becky shakes his hand with a welcoming smile. "Hi." She greets him and Dean smiles at her as brightly as he can. "Hi." He says back. I shake my head with a roll of my eyes. Sometimes he is so predictable.

"Hey Sam. Did you bring…?" Becky starts, but Sam interrupts her. He steps aside, grabbing my arm and pulling me forward. He drags me into Becky's view. "Yes I did, this is Skye." He introduces me. I smile politely at Becky, sticking out my hand to her as well. She grabs it eagerly. "Hey Skye. I have heard so much about you." She tells me in excitement. I raise my eyebrows at Sam skeptically. It's hard for me to believe he'd spoken about me that one and a half year in college. He practically escaped me and Dean during that time. Sam waves my skeptic look away. "Beck, we're here to help, whatever we can do." He tells Becky and she takes a step back. "Come in." She says, opening the door all the way.

Sam walks through and Dean and I follow him, looking around as we walk through the hall. Becky leads us to the living room. "Nice place." Dean compliments her, his eyes flashing around the house. "Thanks, it's my parents. I'm just crashing here for the long weekend when everything happened. I've decided to take the semester off. I'm going to stay, until Zack's free again." She explains to us. A sadness appears in her eyes as she speaks of her brother. "Where are your folks?" Sam asks, following Becky into the kitchen. "They live in Paris for half the year, so they're on their way home now for the trail." Becky adds. She walks towards the fridge. She turns around to us with a questioning look. "You guys want a beer? Or maybe something else?" She asks, her eyes on me as she says so. I scoff, Dean gave me my first beer when I was fourteen. "Hey -." Dean starts with a bright smile, when he hears the word beer, but Sam answers for him. "No, thanks." He mutters, deliberately looking at Dean. Dean simply rolls his eyes. Sam leans against the counter and I move towards Dean. Becky acted like she already knows me, but I do not know her. I feel quite awkward in this strange house and don't really know what to do or say. This is Sam's college friend, the time in his life me and Dean know absolutely nothing about. I don't want to be in front during this encounter, it's better to stay back.

"So..." Sam starts and Becky turns her eyes on him. "Tell us what happened?" He urges her. She slowly walks towards him. "Well, Zack, he came home and he found Emily tied to a chair and she was beaten up and bloody. She wasn't breathing and so..." Becky stops for a minute, noticing that her voice is breaking and her eyes are tearing up. She inhales deeply, before going on. "So he called 911 and the police showed up and... and they arrested him. But the thing is, the only way that Zack could have killed Emily, is if he was in two places at the same time." She adds sadly, her eyes threatening to spill any moment now. Sam frowns and looks at her sympathetically. I just look at Dean, who is listening with a confused look on his face. "The police have a video, it's from the security tape from across the street... And it shows Zack coming home at ten thirty. Now Emily was killed just after that, but I swear, he was here with me having a few beers until at least after midnight." Becky claims, wiping away the first tear that rolled down her cheek. Sam and Dean glance at each other briefly. "You know, maybe we could see the crime scene, Zack's house..." Sam suggests. "We could?" Dean interrupts with a frown, but I nudge him in his side shortly. Sam ignores him. "But why? I mean, what could you do?" Becky asks in a broken voice. "Well, maybe not much, but Dean's a cop." Sam explains. Me and Dean both try to fix our confused glances, when Becky turns her head to us. Dean starts to chuckle, but Sam begs him with his eyes to go along with this. Dean does. "A detective, actually." He mutters slowly. Becky leans her head to the side. "Really?" She asks with a hopeful smile and Dean nods shortly. "Bisbee, Arizona." He makes up on the spot. I nod too. "Yeah, but he's off duty now..." I explain as convincingly as I can. Becky nods. Then she sighs and her eyes fill with tears once again. "Oh you guys, it's so nice to offer, but... I don't know..." She stutters. Sam bows his head, before looking at her. "Look, I know Zack didn't do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he's innocent." He reassures her. Becky glances from him to Dean a few times, before giving in. "Okay. I'm going to get the keys." She announces, walking away from us. Sam tenses up immediately when he watches her walk away. He knows damn well he'll need to explain that move to Dean. Dean leaves his place next to me and walks around the counter, looking Sam straight in the eyes with a sarcastic whistle. "Yeah, you're real straight with your friends." He starts, his tone dark and sarcastic. Sam sighs. "Look, Zack and Becky need our help..." He starts, but Dean interrupts him. "I just don't think this is our kind of problem..." He repeats. I take a step forward, deciding to back Sam up on this one once again. I walk up to them and wrap an arm around Sam's waist, triggering his automatic response of wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "Two places at once? Come on, Dean, that is weird." I state. Sam squeezes my shoulder gratefully. "We've looked into less." He adds and Dean stares at our pleading faces for a few seconds, before shaking his head slowly. He nods once. "Thank you." Sam mutters gratefully, but Dean doesn't want to hear it and turns around to an approaching Becky. She dangles the keys in front of us with a sad smile and we all follow her back outside.

We get back in the car and Dean starts to head in the directions Becky gives him. She's positioned next to me on the back seat and I do my best not to look at her too often. I always hate it when people stare at me, so I try to avoid staring at her. She doesn't seem to notice my awkwardness and just guides Dean through the village. Within ten minutes, we pull up in front of a small house and Dean parks the car on the sidewalk. We all get out and Becky turns towards Dean. "You sure this is okay?" She asks hesitantly. Dean jumps into his role as a cop. "Yeah, sure. I mean, I am an officer of the law." He tells her as reassuringly as he can. Becky nods shortly and together we cross the street.

As Dean is supposed to be a cop, he just ducks under the yellow crime scene paper and we all follow him. Becky hands him the keys and he opens the door quickly, before rushing in. We follow and as soon as I'm in, I can smell it. I smell the salty sent of blood, I smell the dusty sent of death. Sam and Dean always tell me that those things don't have a smell. That it's impossible to smell death or blood. I do smell them, I always have.

There's a coffee table standing in the middle of what was supposed to be a cozy living room, covered in blood. It all looks very tragic and I can't imagine what this Emily must have gone through. "Beck, you want to wait outside?" I hear Sam ask and turn around, to see Becky standing in front of the yellow tape, looking like she's about to break down. "No, I want to help." She mutters, ducking under the yellow tape, her arms across her chest like she's trying to hold herself together. "Pup, maybe you should..." Dean starts, but I glare at him viciously. He lets it go, deciding that starting an argument with me now, is not the way to go. He starts looking around and I follow his example. I, however, can't shake the terrible feeling this place is giving me. Everywhere is blood, everywhere... It looks like someone was brutally slaughtered here and I can't help but think of this poor Emily and how frightened she must have been.

"Tell us what the police said." Sam says to Becky and she inhales deeply. "Well, there was no sign of a break in. They say that Emily let her attacker in. The lawyers are talking about a plea bargain." She starts to explain. I notice a chair in the back of the room and an eerie feeling creeps up on me. That must have been the chair Emily was tied too, the chair she died in. I slowly approach it, noticing out of the corner of my eye, Dean walking further into the house. I hear a strangled noise to my right, Becky started crying. She looks completely lost in this house and I feel for her. I can imagine what she must feel like. I have two brothers. If one of them was in prison being accused of murder, it would take its toll on me too.

"Look Beck, if Zack didn't do this, it means someone else did. Any idea who?" I hear Sam ask. Becky shakes her head, her breathing unsteady. "Uh, there was something..." She starts shakily and I turn around to her expectantly. "About a week before, somebody broke in here. They 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." Becky explains slowly, her eyes swimming with tears. Sam nods in understanding and walks towards the other side of the room. Loud barking coming from somewhere on my left distracts me and I turn around. I follow the noise towards the front door of the house and slowly open it. I spot a brown Labrador in front of the porch of the house across the street, barking furiously at the house. I frown, leaning my head to the side. Normally Labradors are very friendly dogs. "You know that used to be the sweetest dog." I hear Becky's voice from behind me and I slightly turn my head. "Yeah?" I question. She nods. "Yeah, he just changed." She mutters as she stares at the barking dog. I glance at her, before glancing back at the dog. This might have something to do with what we're looking for, here. Animals are very open to what happens around them. They notice everything and I have heard about multiple cases where animals suddenly changed their behavior when something supernatural came into their view. They feel danger. Some spirits have even used animals to get what they want, or to make them violent. Dad once had a case like that.

"Do you remember when his behaviour changed?" I ask Becky. She slightly shakes her head. "I guess around the time of the murder." She answers. The dog growls violently at me as she answers. I decide to leave it alone and turn back inside, curious to see if my brothers found anything yet.

Sam's standing in front of the fridge further into the house when I find him. Dean is looking at the chair where that girl was killed a few feet back. I slowly approach Sam and have to smile when I see what he's looking at. A photo is pinned onto the fridge and it has three people on it, smiling brightly. I recognize Becky on the right and Sam on the left. In between them is a guy that must be Becky's brother, Zack. "You look happy there." I softly tell Sam, taking place next to him and examining the photo. Sam smiles shortly at me. He's about to say something, when Dean interrupts us, walking towards us. He looks like he's about to say something, which reminds me that I need to tell them about the dog. "Oh, by the way guys, I just saw the neighbor's dog outside. I don't know if this is important, but Becky told me his behaviour changed drastically recently, right around the time Zack's girlfriend Emily was murdered." I tell them. Sam raises his eyebrows and I recognize slight approval in his tone. "Animals can have a sharp sense of the paranormal." He explains. "Yeah, I know. I remember dads case with that dog." I confirm. Dean shrugs. "Well maybe that dog saw something." He agrees. Sam's mouth slightly twitches into a grin. "So you think maybe this is our kind of problem?" He challenges. Dean immediately shakes his head. "No, probably not." He disagrees quickly. Sam's grin turns a little brighter, he and I both know Dean won't let this go until he's sure this really isn't our kind of thing. That's how he works.

"However, we should look at the security tape, you know. Just to make sure." Dean mutters a short while later and Sam shakes his head sarcastically. "Yeah." He grins. "Yeah." Dean answers and rolls his eyes. He glances sideways and I follow his line of sight. Becky is approaching us. Dean takes the lead. "So the tape, the security footage? I thought maybe your lawyers could get their hands on it, cause I don't have that kind of jurisdiction." He starts, glancing at her expectantly. Becky shrugs apologetically. "I've already got it." She admits. Sam leans his head to the side in approval. "I didn't want to say something in front of the cop." She adds slowly and Dean laughs. "I saw it on the lawyers desk and I just had to see it for myself." She concludes. Dean nods, glancing at Sam. "Alright." He mutters and Becky starts to walk back out, Dean following her. I'm about to head back out as well, when I see Sam staring at that picture on the fridge once again. "You do look very handsome on there." I tease slightly, giving his shoulder a playful push. Sam snorts, wiggling his eyebrows at me as he smiles. Together we walk back out and Dean drives us back to Becky's place. She unlocks the door and races to her room to get the tape, she had hidden it in case the lawyers came and saw it. She gives it to Sam as soon as she's back and he puts it in the DVD player. Dean sits down on the couch, his eyes fixed on the TV. I lean against the doorpost. We might find the key to this case in this tape. It is still not possible for someone to be in two paces at the same time, without any explanation. That explanation could be on this tape.

Sam presses play and we all stare intently at the TV. "Here he comes." Becky announces, sitting down next to Dean, pointing at the screen. A guy indeed shows up on the tape, walking across a dark street. Dean looks at the timeline. "22:04, that's just after ten. You said time of death was around ten thirty." He comments and Becky nods. "Our lawyers hired some kind of video expert to see if the tape's authentic. It wasn't tempered with." She adds. I look closer at the TV. I thought I just saw something, a flicker of light. I glance at Sam and see he's looking more intently at the tape as well. He saw the same flicker I just saw, confirming it wasn't just a flicker of light. "Hey, Beck. Can we take those beers now? And maybe something else for Skye?" Sam changes his tactics and turns to Becky. "Oh, sure." Becky answers, standing up from the couch and walking away towards the kitchen. "Hey, uh, maybe some sandwiches too?" Sam calls after her with a grin. Becky laughs. "What do you think this is? Hooders?" She chuckles, but disappears through the door.

Sam immediately turns serious, squinting at the tape. Dean chuckles too, muttering "I wish" lightly, before standing up and walking over to Sam. "What is it?" He asks curiously and I point at the screen. I knew he wasn't talking to me, but I saw it too. "I thought I saw a flicker across the screen." I point out and Sam nods in agreement. "Check this out." He says and rewinds the video a bit, stopping at the point where a close up of Zack is about to whirl his head in another direction. He slowly pushes play and slows the tape down a bit. I watch with wide eyes as Zack's head turns around and his eyes meet with the camera. Except, they're not eyes, they're like steel marbles or something. At least that's what they look like. Bright white, a little bit like silver and definitely not human.

"Maybe it's just a camera flair." Dean suggests, but Sam and I both shake our heads. "That's not like any camera flair I've ever seen." Sam mumbles. "You know, a lot of cultures believe that a photograph can catch a glimpse of a soul." He adds. "Right." Dean answers. "Remember that dog was freaking out? Maybe he saw this thing, maybe this is some kind of dark double of Zack or something that looks like him, but isn't him." Sam goes on. I actually smile at that. "Ooh, an evil twin." I mutter in excitement. Both my brothers roll their eyes at me. "I think more like a double ganger." Dean implies. "Yeah, that does explain how he was a two places at once."

Dean sighs and then looks at his watch. "Okay, you know what, we go get some dinner and then some sleep. I'm exhausted and we need to clear our heads, I'm still not sure this is something." He announces. Sam throws his hands in the air in protest. "How can you still think that..." He starts, but Dean glares at him and with a sigh he drops his arms. "We should clear our heads." He then slowly agrees and turns towards the kitchen door. "I hope she's not actually making sandwiches." I imply slowly. Dean huffs, before we watch Sam go into the kitchen.

A few moments later he comes back out with an annoyed Becky by his side. "First you're asking for beers and sandwiches, and now you're just going to take off?" She argues in an accusing tone. I smile, she's feisty. I like it. "I'm sorry, Beck, but Dean needs time to look over all the evidence so far, plus we came from far and need to get some sleep." Sam apologizes and looks at her with pleading eyes. "Yeah, plus if I remember correctly, you need to study. You didn't do anything since yesterday." Dean takes over Becky's accusing tone and points at me. I glare at him, not telling him I know he is very right. The dates of the online exams are set and I have about two months before they start. "Yeah, well how can I, when you're behind the wheel." I retort with a grin. He grins back, before walking towards Becky. "I promise I will look at this and try to help if I can." He tells her sincerely and she nods gratefully, accepting his handshake. Then she hugs Sam and waves at me, before she leads us out of the house. We get back in the car and soon we're driving through town again, this time looking for some shelter. We find it quickly and after half an hour, we've completely settled. I'm lying on one of the beds, memorizing dates out of my history book. Sam is doing research, as always, and Dean is out, getting us dinner.

There's a pleasant silence between me and Sam as he types away and murmurs something once in a while. I find myself unable to concentrate and with a sigh I close my book. "What are you sighing about?" Sam chuckles from his place at the desk. I roll over, so I can see him. "Well, now I have your attention, I was wondering if you could tell me." I mutter. He takes his eyes off the screen of his laptop, frowning at me. "Tell you what?" He asks in confusion. "Tell me about your year and a half in college. Tell me all the things you did, all the people you met..." I suggest slowly. Sam seems taken off guard for a second, before smiling. "Why the sudden interest?" He asks, slowly getting up and walking over to me. "Well, I saw that picture with Becky on her fridge and you looked so happy. I can't shake the feeling that it was worth it, you know. Worth it, to leave us like you did." I tell him. Sam's smile is instantly wiped from his face. He carefully sits down next to me, scraping his throat. "Honey, uhh… Yeah, I mean I was happy in college, but uh… That doesn't mean that…" He falls silent, his tone apologetic. I grab his hand, putting him out of his misery. "Sam, I'm not going to be insulted if you were happy in college. I mean, you chose to go and I just want to know how it was!" I tell him reassuringly, but his face doesn't light up. It stays serious as he starts talking. "Well, uh… I can't deny that it was one of the happiest times in my life. I was free, you know." He swiftly glances at me. "I felt free and I did what I wanted to do. I studied the law. That was interesting and fun. Dean will call me a nerd for it, but I kind of was a straight A student." He lets out a short laugh. I beam at him, that does not surprise me one bit. "You really did love it, didn't you." I state and the corner of Sam's mouth twitches up slightly. "Yes, I did. I had a good time and I met a lot of great people. I met Beck and Zack, there was this guy named Harry who was always at the back of my class, making jokes that eventually got him suspended. And there was Jess..." He suddenly stops talking and the twinkling in his eyes disappears. I shoot upwards. "I'm sorry, it's okay if you don't want to talk about that." I quickly apologize, trying to analyze his face to see what he's thinking. I'm not sure how he's doing with all that and I do not want to make it worse. Sam smiles reassuringly at me. "Skye, I would actually like to tell you how Jess and I met. I mean yeah… I uh… you know. But remembering is good. Cause she really was amazing." He slowly starts and I lean back, my eyes intently on him. "I'd love to hear about her." Sam places himself against the headboard of the bed and I sit next to him, cross-legged. He starts to talk and his eyes light up a little, as he does. He tells me how he saw her on his first day of class and how he thought she was really beautiful. And real, not like the others he'd seen. They didn't have contact with each other for about two weeks, until he bumped into her at a bar and knocked over her glass of wine. He bought her another drink as an apology and they starting talking. "And we never stopped talking, you know. We talked so much that I felt like I'd known her for years." He tells me, a sad look in his eyes. "I finally had the courage to ask her out one month later and she told me with a laugh that she was glad I'd finally asked. We went out and the rest is history." He adds. I lean forward, listening to his stories and about what happened after that. The moving in together, shortly before the disaster happened. After that, he stops talking and I notice the change in his eyes immediately. I decide I've heard enough, so he doesn't have to. "Thanks for telling me, Sam." I tell him softly and he gives me a smile. "You know, uh… Even though college was a very good time in my life, you know I regret leaving the way that I did, right? I mean, I uh… It would have been really nice to have shared all of that with you. And Dean." He hesitantly tells me and I lean my head to the side. "What if me and Dean didn't come looking for you like we did, Sam? What if dad hadn't disappeared and nothing had happened. Would you have stayed?" I ask him in all seriousness. That's a question that has been bothering me for a while now. Mostly because I'm scared of the answer. Sam sighs, awkwardly looking away from me. I stay silent and raise my eyebrows when he huffs out a laugh. "You know, Jess actually never shut up about it. Since uh, since the moment she got to know me and I told her about you and Dean. She knew it weighed on me. She suggested I'd call for like, about a million times. I'd like to believe…" Sam stops for a second and slowly wraps an arm around my shoulder. "I'd like to believe I would have called eventually." He finishes his sentence. I lean into him for a second. That's probably the only good honest answer I'll get and I'll take it.

At that point, Dean walks in with a bag of Chinese food. He frowns at us. "What the hell are you two doing?" He asks. I hop off the bed in excitement. "We were just chatting about college. Sam actually told a few really nice stories…"I start, but Dean's eyes turn a little darker. He raises his hand to stop me. "Okay. Never mind. I'm going to put dinner on the table." He bluntly says to me, before stalking towards the kitchen. I raise my eyebrows as I watch him leave, a little taken aback. Sam lets out a dark chuckle, getting off the bed, before following Dean into the kitchen. I shortly shake my head. I guess I can understand why Dean is reluctant to talk about college with Sam. Sam and I, we've openly spoken about it. I let myself be angry with him, I let myself be sad about it. I was able to tell him exactly how I felt about it, which was what eventually made me put it past me and accept his apology. Dean never did that. He has never brought up the bottled up feelings I am sure as hell he has, about Sam leaving. I know he didn't approve and I know how angry he was, I was there with him. But Dean's not really a 'feelings' guy. He buries them, tries to forget them. It's his method of coping, or something. However, that does leave him unable to hear Sam's apology and to be able to speak with him about it. I let out a sigh. I guess we all have our own different ways of dealing with things that upset us.

I walk into the little kitchen and sit down in between my brothers, grabbing a fork. We eat and chat some more about the case, all three sharing what we think of this. Dean admits he's still not sure about this one, but that there's a good chance this is our kind of thing. I conceal my smile. I know he's only saying that for Sam. After dinner Sam creeps back behind his laptop and Dean watches some TV, which forces me to dive into my history book once again. It does not take long for us all to start yawning and decide it's time to get some sleep in. Dean grabs a blanket and lies down on the couch. I take a shower, change into my sweats and dive into the nearest bed. It doesn't take long for me to fall asleep.

"Hey, Skye! Hey, wake up." I groan and lightly turn around, keeping my eyes closed. "Come on, get up, we have to go." With a sigh I slowly open my eyes. Sam's face swims into view. "What?" I complain and he chuckles slightly. "Get up, we're going to go check something out." He tells me. I groan in protest, the heavy sleep making my head hurt. Sam walks away, while I slowly sit up and try to rub the sleep out of my eyes. I glance around and see Sam sitting back down behind his laptop. "Dean?" I mutter. Sam grins. "Grumbling in the shower." He tells me. I shake my head shortly, before getting out of my warm bed, shivering when my feet hit the cold floor.

I wait for Dean to get out of the shower and then claim the bathroom. I change, put my hair in a clumsy bun and step out. Sam is already standing by the door with his jacket on, looking annoyed. "Ready? Let's go." He says and walks out the door. I sigh, but follow him out. "Where the hell are we going?" I mutter sleepily. Sam steps into the impala, Dean's already sitting behind the wheel, sipping coffee and grumbling to himself.

Sam doesn't give me an answer to my question and I just let it go by, I'm too tired to start arguing.

Dean drives into town and soon we're parked close to the back of Zack's house. We all get out and Sam stares at the house in front of him. I yawn, Dean shortly shakes his head. "Alright, what the hell are we doing here at five thirty in the morning?" He asks his little brother grumpily. I gasp in horror.

"You freaking lunatic!" I curse in annoyance, but Sam ignores me. "I realized something." He mutters and Dean and I unwillingly lean towards him. "The video tape shows the killer going in, but not coming out." Sam explains, turning around towards the house. Dean takes another sip from his coffee. "So, he came out of the back door?" He asks. Sam slowly walks towards the back of the house. "Right, so there should be a trail to follow. A trail the police would never pursue." He confirms. I nod slowly, that is a clever thought. I mean, if there were two people and one of them was caught, the other should still be out here somewhere. "Cause they think the killer never left. cause they caught your friend Zack inside." Dean agrees with my trail of thought. "And you couldn't have thought of this a few hours later?" I yell, when Sam reached the fence and is looking around. Dean chuckles lightly, teasingly ruffling my hair. "She right." He grumbles. "Still don't know what we're doing here at five thirty in the morning." He adds under his breath, leaning against the hood of the impala, his focus on his coffee. Sam completely ignores our complains as he checks the dumpster behind Zack's house. I decide, since I'm here now anyways, I can just as well help him look. So I cross the street and take a look at the red dumpster myself. There's nothing even remotely suspicious on or in there, so I turn back around. While Sam goes the other way around, towards the fence, I start to look more intently at the ground and almost bump into an electrical lamppost. I can hear Dean laughing from the car, but as I look up, I see something red. I squint my eyes and look closer. Blood is smeared on the lamppost. It's not very clear, but it's definitely blood. "Sam!" I yell at my brother and he hurries towards me. He also squints his eyes and then smiles at me. "Well done." He tells me, before turning towards Dean. "Blood." He tells his brother in triumph. "Somebody came this way." Dean sighs. "Well, the trail ends. I don't see anything over here." He bursts Sam's bubble. Sam starts looking around the lamppost. I glance up. I heard something, some kind of siren. It soon becomes louder and a second later, an ambulance races past us. I see Dean watching it with raised eyebrows, before he glances at Sam. Sam nods shortly and hurries back towards the car. I raise my hands in confusion, but follow his lead. Since when do we follow every damn ambulance that drives past us?

Nonetheless, I too get back in the car. As soon as I'm in, Dean sets off after the ambulance. We follow it further into town, until it stops at a house. There are a lot of people standing around it and at least five police officers are securing the area. We all get out of the car and approach the watching people. "What happened?" Dean asks a paramedic, that's standing on the side. She turns her head towards us. "He tried to kill his wife, tied her up and beat her." She explains sadly. I sigh, another one of those murders in the same town. This is getting very violent. "Really..." Sam mutters, his tone serious. The woman nods. "I used to see him on my way to work in the morning. He'd wave and say hello. He seemed like such a nice guy." She adds with a sad shake of her head. We watch as the guy that she was just talking about is escorted out of the house and put in a police car.

Sam and Dean exchange glances and slowly put a few steps back. "I'll take a look around back." Sam whispers to us, before rushing away. I hurry after him, last time I found the blood, so maybe I can help him again. We walk around back and see two blue dumpsters near the back walls. "You take that one." Sam hushes me towards the left one and I give him a short nod. I approach it and examine it slowly. I don't see any blood yet, so I grab the lid and open it. Aside from the disgusting smell, I don't see anything weird. When I look up, I see Sam is shaking his head too. "Nothing." I mutter and he agrees with me. "Come on, maybe there's something on the left side." He says and pulls me with him. Something catches his eye, as he's pulling me away, and he stops, staring at the ground. I follow his line of sight and immediately see what he's looking at. There are a few drops of blood on the ground. I look ahead and together with Sam, we follow the blood splatter. It's hard to see and when we're about to walk around the corner, the trail disappears.

"Huh." I huff in annoyance. Sam raises his head and starts looking at the roof of the house and the top walls. I keep glaring at the ground. I jolt in complete surprise, when Dean suddenly appears and interrupts us. "Hey, remember when I said this wasn't our kind if problem?" He asks, ignoring my dramatic grab at my chest to show him he scared me. "Yeah." Sam mutters. "Definitely our kind of problem." Dean exclaims. I raise my eyebrows at him questionably. He is not one to change his mind easily. "What did you find out?" Sam asks him in interest. "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 explains. Sam huffs. "So he was two places at once." He concludes. Dean nods. "Exactly. Then he sees himself in the house, police think he's a nut job." He states as he and Sam start walking back. I follow them swiftly. "Two dark doubles attacking loved ones in exactly the same way." Sam starts to ponder. His thought sends my own mind on a course. It is very convenient, that two complete strangers both have a dark double at the same time. "Can it be the same thing that's doing this?" I ask, catching up with my brothers. They both look at me. "You know, I was thinking the same thing." Dean agrees, making Sam stops dead in his tracks. "Shape shifter?" He suggests. "Something that can make itself look like anyone." He continues. "Every culture in the world has a shape shifter lore. You know, legends of creatures who can transform themselves in animals or other men." I nod slowly. I've heard of those legends. "Right, like skin walkers and werewolves." Sam nods approvingly at me. "We got two attacks within blocks of each other, I'm guessing we got a shape shifter prowling the neighborhood." Dean agrees. Sam inhales deeply, before looking at Dean. "Let me ask you this. In all this shape shifter lore... Can any of them fly?" He asks, walking around Dean and looking up at the top walls of the house once again. "Not that I know of." Dean answers with a frown, watching Sam. "We picked up a kind of trail here. But it vanished." I explain shortly, following Sam's gaze. "Yeah, someone ran out of the back of this building and headed off this way." Sam says, pointing at the pavement. "Just like at your friend's house." Dean points out. "Yeah, and just like at Zack's house, like Skye just said, the trail suddenly disappears. Whatever it is, it just vanishes." Sam finishes. Dean looks around at the ground and at the roof. He leans his head to the side slightly. "Well, there is another way to go..." He mumbles and I instantly realize what he means. "Underground." Sam focuses his eyes back on the ground and spots a slightly hidden vent inside the pavement. He looks around swiftly, before pushing the lid off and crouching down.

"Wow, wait, you want to go in?" I cry out with a gasp when I realize what he's doing. "If we want to find this thing, we'll have to." He answers me, slowly lowering himself into the vent. Dean shakes his head briefly, but as soon as Sam's head disappears, he follows him inside the ground. I stay put and hesitantly look at how Dean's legs disappear. Dean lifts his head up to me as soon as he's almost in, and smirks slightly. "Yeah, Skye, this is what hunting is like. I mean, if you want to stay here, I won't protest." He tells me in triumph and I roll my eyes at him. Soon, his head is gone too and with a deep sigh I walk towards the vent and stick my legs in the hole. Damn it. I hate going underground, just as much as Dean hates going up in the air. It makes me feel claustrophobic, like I'm not able to properly breathe. I hate it.

I take a deep breath, before I lower myself further into the ground and feel a steel stair under my left foot. I carefully put my foot down on it and search with my other foot for the next step. Slowly I make my way down, until I'm fully under. I can hear Sam jump on the ground below me. It's hollow and echoey down there. I climb down three stairs and feel the ground beneath my left foot. With a sigh of relief, I let go. Slowly I start to realize where I am and turn around. Sam is examining one of the two hollow, dark corridors that lie before us. Dean is looking at the other one. It's pretty dark in here, we get a few beams of light from the hole we just climbed through, but that's it.

"You know, I rest my case. I'd rather you stay upstairs." Dean whispers to me after a few minutes and I sigh. "Dean, seriously. When are you two going to realize that I'm safest with both of you on the job. If I go wait upstairs now, the shape shifter could steal my skin. Being down here, in your presence, makes you able to keep an eye on me and prevent that from happening. I'm going to be an hunter eventually, so it's a win win for both of us." I tell him in a hushed, but snappy tone. Both he and Sam stare at me, stunned at that rather accurate argument. "Damn it, she's right." Dean then angrily snaps at Sam and Sam shrugs slowly, before looking into the left, round corridor. "I bet this runs by Zack's house too." He comments, glancing at Dean. "The shape shifter could be using the sewer system to get around." I suggest. Dean nods and walks towards the left dark corridor. With a little hesitation, he pushes forward and steps inside, me and Sam following him. Then he stops, his body tensing up. "I think you're right, pup." He mutters slowly. He puts a few steps forward and crouches down, looking at something I cannot see yet. "Look at this." He mutters and slowly reaches for his pocket knife. Sam crouches down as well and I lean over to see what's on the ground. When I notice it, I almost gag and throw up right then and there. It's absolutely disgusting. A sort of reddish, white, slimy kind a stuff is spread across the floor and it doesn't just look disgusting, it smells so too. "Is this from the victim?" Sam groans with his nose scrunched up. Dean slowly picks some of the stuff up with his pocket knife, squinting his eyes. I squeeze my eyes shut when I hear the horrific sounds of the slime falling to the ground. Sam breathes harshly in disgust. "You know, I just had a sick thought." Dean starts and turns his head to look towards me and Sam. I slowly open my eyes back up. "When the shape shifter changes skin..." Dean mutters, looking back at the slime. "Maybe it sheds." He concludes and lets all the slime and skin fall back on the ground. I put my hand in front of my mouth to keep myself from throwing up. Sam shakes his head in disbelief. "That is sick." He agrees in disgust, standing up. "Let's get back up, we need weapons." He suggests. I immediately comply, almost running back towards the steel stairs. It's one thing to be underground, but with an evil shape shifter who sheds when he changes skin… Well that tops everything.

I climb back up and am very relieved when I can breathe the fresh air again. I pull myself out of the hole and soon Dean's head emerges. When he's out, he starts walking back towards the car immediately. I wait for Sam to get out, before following him. As we approach, I watch him open the trunk of the car. "Well, there's one thing I learned from dad. No matter what kind of shape shifter it is, there's one sure way to kill it." He announces, grabbing a box of bullets and opening it. As I look closer, I see they're different from any other bullet. They're made out of pure silver. Dean puts a few in his own gun. Sam grins, with a nod of his head. "Silver bullet to the heart." He concludes. Dean smiles. "That's right." He mumbles, but I'm distracted. Sam's phone just rang. "This is Sam..." Sam mutters as he answers, taking a few steps away from the car. "We're near Zack's, we're just checking some things out." He mutters a few seconds later, but then frowns. "What are you talking about?" He asks whoever it is on the phone. It's probably Becky. Sam scoffs with a shake of his head when he listened to whatever Becky said. "Why would you do that?" He asks with a sigh and then heaves his eyes to the sky. "Beck..." He starts in almost a whiny voice, leaning his head to the side. "We're trying to help..." He mutters into the phone. I chuckle slightly. From the looks of this conversation, he is so busted. We are so busted. Why do we always have to get busted?

Well, it was Sam's fault to suddenly make Dean a police officer. He shouldn't have done that. That being said, why do people always have to check our stories? "Beck, I'm sorry..." Sam starts, but with another shake of his head he puts the phone down and rolls his eyes. She definitely hung up on him. Dean slowly rises from the trunk and walks towards Sam, grabbing my arm in the process and pulling me with him. "Hate to say it, but that's exactly what I'm talking about." He tells Sam, who is sadly staring into the distance, leaning against the hood of the impala. "You lie to your friends, because if they knew the real you, they'd be freaked." He adds. Sam bows his head. "Dean, that's..." I try to defend Sam a bit, but Dean shakes his head. "It's just, it'd be easier..." He starts, but Sam cuts him off. "If I was more like you." He finishes Dean's sentence with a sarcastic smile. Dean shakes his head with a grin. "Hey man, like it or not, we are not like other people." He disagrees. I'm about to raise my voice in protest, when Sam shuts me off, wrapping an arm around my neck and pulling my head down, his knuckles descending on my head. I screech in sudden surprise and laugh, trying to pull away while he tries to damage the skin on my head. "Sam! Sam, stop it!" I try in vain, pulling and shoving at my brother. Sam lets me go and I get two grins at my very messed up ponytail. I growl at both of them. Dean shakes his head with a smile. "I'll tell you one thing, though. This job, it's not without perks." He tells his little brother, before handing him a second gun. Sam accepts it with a snort, not able to hide his smile. "Hey, why don't I get a gun..." I complain, undoing my ponytail. Both my brothers huff at that. "Hey, I need to be able to... Hey, I'm serious." I cry out as both of them shake their heads and walk away. I growl in frustration and quickly give up on fixing my hair. I let it hang down, following my brothers back to the sewers.

We climb back down and decide, after a little discussion, to follow the left corridor. It's dark, even with our flashlights we're not able to see much. I notice a strange smell, becoming stronger as we move. I also hear noises, noises that mean rats and to be honest, I'm not that fond of rats. I stay right behind Dean the whole time we're walking, trying not to breathe through my nose. It's quite a walk actually and soon we've reached some kind of stream, that leads all the water somewhere down this town. We step over the stream, onto the other platform and I hold my hand in front of my nose. The smell is horrible. I know being a hunter is not a very nice, privileged job, but I never thought I had to go climb through a sewer.

On the other platform, we've again reached two, dark corridors. Sam steps into the right one, gun in front of him. I follow him and since I don't have a gun, I hold my flashlight. Dean is right behind me. "I think we're close to its layer." Dean says slowly, after a little while of just walking. "Why do you say that?" Sam asks, his eyes not leaving the empty, dark hall in front of us. "Because there's another puke inducing pile next to your face." Dean answers dryly. Both me and Sam snap our heads to the side. I gasp and stumble backwards into Dean, as I see the slime and blood inches away from me. Sam has the same reaction and holds his hand in front of his mouth. "Oh, God." He mutters and looks at it with disgust. Dean can't hide his grin, pushing me back towards Sam.

We follow Sam deeper into the sewers. We stop, a few seconds later. We stumbled upon an open space. It looks as disgusting as it smells and it gives me a headache. Everywhere is puke and slime and blood. "Looks like it's lived here for a while." Dean mutters, examining the place. "Who knows how many murders he's gotten away with." Sam agrees. I freeze. I heard something behind me and I know it's not Dean. Sam slowly turns his flashlight in our direction and whatever he sees, it's not good. His eyes widen in a state of panic, almost dropping his flashlight. "DEAN!" He yells. Dean and me both swirl around. It's too late. Whoever was standing behind us, pulls up a fist and smashes it into Dean's face. I cry out in shock, watching as Dean's head smacks into the wall. He grunts in pain, letting out a gasp. For a moment, the shape shifter, in someone else's body, looks directly at me. I stare back at him, too startled to do anything. He looks like a normal guy, but his eyes. His eyes are different and scary. Not as scary as a demons black eyes, but still frightening. They're kind of silver, kind of really light blue and definitely not natural.

The guy turns around and quickly runs away. Sam pulls out his gun and tries to shoot him. I turn to Dean, who's still growling in pain. I try to get him to stand up and soon Sam helps me. Dean's clutching his arm and looks pretty pissed. "Get the son of a bitch!" He yells at Sam, sounding very pissed off. Sam nods slowly. "Stay with him!" He yells at me, before sprinting after the shape shifter. I stare at him until he's gone and then turn back to Dean. Dean heaves his eyes to the ceiling, clutching his arm and pushes me away from him. "Come on!" He hisses and stalks off, me following him. I don't dare to make a comment about his arm, he's too pissed off. Dean always gets pissed off when he's physically hurt.

We walk through the tunnels as fast as we can and hear Sam in front of us. We follow the sounds he's making and soon come to a stop in a tiny open space. Two dark tunnels are on either side from us, but Sam's climbing up. Soon, we see half his body up on the wall. "Do you need..." I start to offer my injured brother some help, but Dean's angry glare stops me. To demonstrate that he is 'fine', he climbs up the steel stairs with one hand, the other clutched to his side. I sigh, but follow him.

Soon we're out, up on solid ground and I thankfully breathe in a load of fresh air. Then, I blindly look around. Everywhere around me are people. I see Sam's already put his gun in his jacket and Dean does the same, not wanting to cause suspicion. I look around at all the people. It's midday and busy in the park. That's where we came up, in some sort of park. I can't really figure out where we are exactly, but if I'm right, the shape shifter just escaped. I definitely didn't get a good enough look at him to be able to recognize him, but I guess we should definitely search for him. He could have gone anywhere, there are several streets around us. However, I'm afraid he's already gone.

"Alright, let's split up." Sam mutters hastily. "Alright, I'll surround the other side." Dean agrees and clamps Sam on his shoulder, before running away. "You're with me." Sam tells me and we both start running in the other direction. "Did you see him well enough?" I pant, trying to keep up with Sam. He shortly shakes his head. "Didn't see much." He tells me. Then we go silent, searching through the park and observing all the people we see. I know it was a guy with short hair, so I look for that. Sam has his hand in his pocket and he's scanning the area. I have no idea how long we're walking, but I don't see anyone who looks even remotely like the guy I saw in a flash, down in the sewers. I follow Sam as he walks through the city, never stopping once. It's kind of chilly, so I bury my hands in my pockets and just look around. Sam suddenly stops, on the corner of the street, and I almost bump into him. "What? Did you see him?" I hiss, but he shortly shakes his head. "Nah, not the guy. But this street, we've been here a few minutes ago. The guy's nowhere to be found." He tells me. I take a step forward. "Well, it wasn't for the lack of trying." I mutter and shiver at the cold wind that strikes my face. Sam slowly chuckles and continues to stare at the people that walk by us. "Hey." I suddenly hear a very familiar voice from behind us and I turn around, pulling Sam with me. I see Dean stalking towards us as fast as he can. "Anything?" He asks us, spreading his arms. Sam shakes his head. "No. He's gone." I answer. Dean sighs shortly. "Alright, let's get back to the car." He suggests and I immediately agree, I'm freezing and pointlessly searching is not gonna do us any good. Sam stares at Dean shortly, before turning around and walking back up the street. Dean and I follow and I start walking up next to my big brother. I hate splitting up, even though I'll never admit it. I hate not knowing if the other person that's not with me anymore, is okay. I know Dean's very good at taking care of himself, but still. When I try to link my arm through his though, he looks at me weirdly for a second. When he gets a confused stare back from me, he instantly changes his attitude and sticks out his arm to me with a warm smile. Weird... Normally he doesn't question me, when I feel the need to be close to him. As far as I know, he doesn't mind it.

The first thing we need to do, is find the place where we went into the sewers the first time. The car will be close to that spot. It takes us a while, the city is big. We walk an hour, before Sam finally recognizes the neighborhood and leads us back to the car. "Do you think he found another way underground?" Sam asks Dean while he levels up with us, the car in our sight. We approach it, as Dean answers. "Yeah, probably." I unlink my arm from Dean and walk around the car, following Sam. Dean stops in front of the trunk of the impala. "You got the keys?" He asks Sam. Sam stops, reaching inside the pocket of his jacket. Then he slightly turns around and his posture changes. It's a very slight change, but since I've known the guy my whole life, I pick up on it. It confuses me. "Hey." Sam starts, looking at Dean directly. "Didn't dad once face a, uh, a shape shifter in Saint Antonio?" He asks his brother. I frown. I don't recall dad ever being in Saint Antonio and I also do not understand the need for that question right now. Dean on the other hand, seems to catch up with what Sam's going for. "That was Austin! And it turned out not to be a shape shifter, it was a thought form, a physic projection, remember?" He answers and even though I don't recall any of that, it could be very true. I am pretty sure I don't know half of all the things my father and brothers did on their cases and Dean did know dad the best of us all.

Sam seems confused for about a fraction of a second, before nodding. "Oh, right." He mumbles with a slight shake of his head. "Here you go." He mutters, throwing Dean the keys. Dean catches them with his right hand and opens the trunk. Sam walks around, eyeing his brother suspiciously. His suspicion enters my brain and I freeze.

Wait a minute... Dean was hurt on his right arm. He's been clutching it and groaning once in a while, ever since he got pushed into that wall. I have not heard him do that, since we met up with him in that park. "Don't move!" I hear Sam shout from my right and I jump, startled at that sudden outburst. "Sam!" I cry out in panic, when I see he's pointing his gun right at Dean. "Sam, what are you doing?" I repeat in shock. Dean slowly gets up, his hands slightly in the air. "What have you done with him?" Sam pushes on, ignoring my protests and staring viciously at Dean. "Dude... Chill!" Dean slowly starts, pointing to his chest. "It's me, alright?" He adds, but Sam shakes his head. "No, I don't think so. Where's my brother?" He asks steadily. I try to wrap my mind about what's going on. "You're about to shoot him." Dean retorts and I realize that as well. "Sam, what the hell, put the gun down!" I demand. This is madness. Sam just slightly looks at me and points his gun more directly at Dean's heart. "Think about it, Skye." Is all he says to me and while the wheels in my mind start turning, Dean tries again. "Sam, calm down." He says strictly, but Sam is not buying it. "You caught those keys with your right. Your shoulder was hurt." He accuses. That's when it clicks. Dean caught the keys with the wrong hand, gave me a weird look when I tried something I always do, things aren't adding up. Sam's right, that's not Dean, that's the shape shifter. He probably caught up to Dean when he was alone and stole his skin.

I gasp in horror. "Damn it! What did you do with Dean?" I cry out, worry filling my veins. This cannot be good. If he has Dean, god knows what he has done with him. "Chill, my shoulder got better. What do you want me to do, cry?" Dean mutters sarcastically. Sam and I exchange glances, establishing together that this isn't our brother. "You are not my brother." Sam repeats, panting slightly as he holds his gun tighter. The shape shifter raises his arms in the air. "Why don't you pull the trigger then? Hmm?" He dares Sam, who keeps the gun steady, but does not pull the trigger yet. "Cause you are not sure." The shape shifter adds, turning his glance to me. "Don't you know me?" He accuses in an insulted tone. I glare at him. "Don't!" I snare. "Come on, puppy. It's me, your big, overprotective brother." He continues, trying to look at me like Dean always does. He can't quite get it right though, I can see it in his eyes. "Don't call me that!" I spit back at him, slightly caught off guard. The shape shifter acts quickly. He pulls out a crowbar from the trunk of the car in an instant. I scream as he, in one move, pushes Sam's gun out of the way and smacks him in the head with the crowbar as hard as he can. I gasp in horror, as Sam collapses to the ground, unconscious immediately. "SAM!" I scream, but the shape shifter turns to me with an evil stare. "You two know your brother too well." He mumbles in annoyance, while stepping towards me with the crowbar raised. I quickly make a decision and turn around, running away as fast as I can. I can't help Sam, not right now and I can't let the shape shifter take me too. I have to run.

I can feel the tears burning in my eyes, the guilt crushing my heart as I sprint through the street. I am literally leaving my brother behind, unconscious and in the hands of a shapeshifter. I push the guilt down, sprinting on. I don't hear footsteps behind me and when I dare to throw a look back, no one is chasing me. The shape shifter probably also thinks I'm a coward and fled, leaving my brothers behind.

I run along, searching for a sign of an entrance into the ground. I need to get into the sewers and I need to find that open space. I don't know if that's the space where Dean might be, but I have to try. It was the shapeshifters layer after all, at least that's what my brothers called it. It takes me about half an hour to find an entrance. It's already getting quite late, so no one is around to see me voluntarily climb down. I take a deep breath, before I disappear underground. As much as I hate it down there, I can't leave my brothers. I have to do everything in my power to save them.

I jump from the steel stairs onto the ground and curse myself. I have nothing, no flash light, no weapon… I'm screwed if the shape shifter finds me. I make a mental note to start pushing Sam and Dean to give me something I can defend myself with if we make it out of this one alive. I already feel like a small child, having no weapon isn't helping.

I take a deep breath and stare at the two dark corridors that are in front of me. Only when I look down at my hands, do I realize I'm shaking. Fear temporarily takes me over and I just stand there, lost in thought of how to even start this futile rescue mission. I don't really know how long I'm frozen in my spot in terror, but I need to start moving. Do the next right thing, which is choosing a dark corridor to go in. With another trembling breath, I choose the left corridor. We found the shapeshifter's layer close to the park and I think the park is left. So, I go left.

I can't see a thing, it's pitch black. I slowly take my steps forward, trying not to fall or to stumble upon something that I can't see. The smell down here is horrible and the fact that I can't see anything makes it quite terrifying. I jump at the slightest sound and I have to touch the wall to make sure I'm still where I think I am. It is disgusting.

When I reach a tiny open space, I climb up just to check where I am. I stick my head out of the ground and see a lot of trees surrounding me. They look quite ominous, in the dark. This must be the park and that means I'm close to where I need to go. I almost don't go back down, but the will to search for my family and prepare a rescue mission is greater then my fears. I climb back down, trying to think motivating thoughts. And after a few deep breaths, I go right into the next dark corridor. A disgusting sound makes me freeze right in my spot and I try to move my right foot. I can't, it's stuck in something and I can't see a thing. I reach in my pockets and realize the only thing I have, is my phone. Of course... My phone! "Stupid, Skye. Freaking idiot!" I violently curse myself for being so goddamn dumb, before pulling my phone out of my pocket. I unlock it and let the little light it provides, shine down towards my foot. I almost throw up and after a few gags, I pull my foot out of the disgusting pool of slime and blood it apparently got stuck in. "God..." That's slime from the shape shifter and even though I do not appreciate it being there, it does mean I am getting closer. I try not to think about the slime on my shoe and point my phone in front of me. It's not a lot of light, but it's better than before. I slowly walk on, stepping over more pools of slime and skin. They're getting more frequent. When I turn around the corner, I quickly lock my phone back up dash towards the wall, pressing myself up against it. I can see a light at the end of the tunnel, together with a shadow. Someone is moving around. Let's hope that's not the shape shifter, because that would mean he beat me to it.

I put a few steps forward, as silently as I can, and start to hear voices. Well, I assume the noises I'm hearing are voices. I can hear grunting and the shadow keeps moving around. I silently reach the end of the tunnel and if I step to the right, I would be looking right in the open space that is the shape shifter's layer. I am actually quite proud of myself I found it on my own, even with my terrible sense of direction and it being pitch black down here.

There are a few lights burning and when I don't hear anything, I slowly reach forward. I push away all my fears and take a quick look around the corner. I pull my hand for my mouth quickly, to keep myself from crying out. I can see Sam and thank God he's awake, or waking up at least. He's securely tied to a steel pole. His hands are behind his back and there is strong robe around his neck and waist, to keep him from moving. His feet, who are in front of him, are tied up too. He has a large purple bruise on his head, which must be where the shape shifter bashed his head in. He looks disoriented, as he slowly grunts awake. I don't see Dean. Well, I see Dean, but that's the shape shifter, disguised as Dean. Thank God his back is towards me, which means I can let my eyes dart around the room, to look for Dean. The real one.

I hear a loud crash and see the shape shifter hitting Sam straight across his face, from the corner of my eye. I gasp loudly and immediately pull my head back, pushing myself against the wall in shock. I can hear Sam grunt in pain and it makes me feel terrible. I have to do something and I have to do it quick. I hear Sam breathe harshly. "Where is he? Where is Dean?" He demands in a raspy voice. I slowly peek around the corner, when I'm positive the shape shifter did not hear me. "I wouldn't worry about him, I'd worry about you." The shape shifter says, walking towards Sam with a large bag. Sam's not backing down, though. "Where is he?" He asks again. I would like to know that too. I can't see Dean from here and I hope to all the Gods I don't believe in, that he is here. I don't want to think about what happened to him otherwise.

"You don't really want to know." The shape shifter evilly snares at Sam and that scares me. Sam stares him down, though, and I quickly pull my head back when the shape shifter turns around and comes walking my way. I push myself as tightly to the wall as I can and pray he doesn't come walking out here. "I swear, the more I learn about your little family... I thought I came from a bad background." I hear him say, making me frown. Sam doesn't understand as well. "What do you mean, 'learn'?" He asks. There is a slight silence. Too curious for my own good, I lean back forward and slightly peek around the corner again. The shape shifter is standing close to me, but he's not looking at me nor Sam. He has both his hands pressed against his forehead and he squeezes his eyes shut. It kind of looks like he's in pain, but shortly after that, he lets out a moan and seems to be pain free. He stares at Sam.

"Oh, he sure had issues with you." He starts slowly, walking towards Sam. "Not with your little sister though, surprisingly enough. He adores her. He shouldn't, she ran like a scared little girl when I knocked you down." He adds, trying to hurt Sam with those words. He doesn't just hurt Sam with them, he is also hurting me. He's right, I should have fought. I should not have ran. The guilt that rose up, dies down a bit when I see Sam actually looking relieved at that statement. I'm still ashamed and with fierce determination I promise myself that if this all does have a 'happy ending', I'll start training. I'll make sure I'll never have to run again.

When my eyes are focused back on the shapeshifter's layer, I suddenly freeze. Wait a minute... How does he know all this? What was that little thing he just pulled with his head? I slowly start to realize that maybe, when a shape shifter steals a skin, he steals a little bit of that persons mind too. Can look into the past of this person, can look into this persons feelings. That would be the only explanation, for him knowing what he just said he knew. Dean sure as hell wouldn't have told him, not even if he'd been tortured.

"You had to go to college, you didn't stay home..." The shape shifter starts, looking at Sam, dropping the bag and raising his arms. "I mean, I had to stay home, with dad and that little brat. You don't think I had dreams of my own? But dad and Skye needed me. Where the hell were you?" He finishes, putting emotion into it, to mess with Sam, which it probably will. I know for a fact, that that is true. Dean did have dreams and he did stay because dad and I needed him. He does still have issues with Sam leaving for college and that confirms my theory about the mind thing.

I look at Sam in confusion, I can just see his face from my position. He won't be able to see me, but maybe that's for the better. Sam does not look hurt or taken aback by all of that. He just heaves his head and spits out: "Where is my brother?"

I try to stop myself from shaking with fear, when the shape shifter bends down and puts both hands on Sam's knees, his face directly in front of Sam's. "I'm your brother." He mumbles dangerously and stares Sam right in his face. "See, deep down, I'm just jealous. You have friends, you could have a life... Me? I know I'm a freak. And sooner or later, everybody is going to leave me. Even Skye." He adds slowly, before standing back up and turning around. "She's loyal, you know. So loyal." I pull my head back just in time, and swear under my breath, actually praying to God that he doesn't come out right now. My heart's in my throat, beating so loud I'm scared he'll hear it.

"What are you talking about?" Sam spits out. I can hear something moving. "You left..." I hear Dean's voice quite close to me and I don't dare to look. I just listen carefully. "Hell, I did everything dad asked me to and he ditched me too. No explanation, nothing! Just phew..." He adds. I suppress a very sad feeling. I really hope Dean doesn't feel like that at all, and that the bastard is just making this up, to get to Sam. "Left me with your sorry ass." The voice of Dean says, after a little silence. I can hear a lot of movement. I slowly look around the corner and see the shape shifter standing in front of Sam once again. "But still, this life? It's not without its perks. I meet the nicest people." He says, laughing a little and raising his arms. "Like little Becky." He adds. I stop myself from letting out an angry growl. This will get to Sam for sure, if the rest didn't. "You know, Dean would bang her, if he had the chance. Let's see what happens." The shape shifter adds. I let out a shaky breath. Great, he is going after Becky.

The shape shifter pulls a plastic canvas over Sam's head and in horror I realize I need to move. Now. He will be coming out any second now and then he will surely see me. Damn it. I move back into the tunnel as quickly and silently as I can, terror being the only factor in driving me forward. I reach a little opening and when I stop for a second to breathe, I can hear footsteps not far behind me. Crap.

I can either go into the other tunnel or climb back up. Climbing back up will take me too much time, so I jump into the other tunnel and press myself against the wall, holding my breath. Any sound could betray me right now and my whole rescue mission would blow up right in my face. I can hear movement very close to me and I squeeze my eyes shut, too scared to look. In the silence that follows, I can hear the shapeshifter open the vent above me and a beam of light shines into the tunnels. I can feel the sunlight on my skin, causing goosebumps to appear all over me. I know that if he looks down now, he'll instantly spot me. So, with all the power I have left, I retrieve further into the tunnel to escape the light. And there I wait, wait till the light disappears completely and I'm left in darkness again. I finally release the breath I'd apparently been holding and shakily move back forward. That was, by far, the scariest thing I'd ever had to do. I push that thought out of my mind and reach for my phone again. I need to go save my brothers and I need to do it fast.

I run back through the tunnels, not bothering to be quiet anymore and stumble into the open space.

All I see as I enter the shapeshifter's layer, is Sam's face, scrunched up in concentration while the rest of his body is hidden under the canvas. "Sam!" I cry out in utter relief. Sam's head shoots up and his face lights up completely when he sees me. "Skye, thank God." He gasps. I run towards him and rip the canvas off his body. "Have you seen Dean? Do you know where he is?" I ask, starting to untie the rope around his neck. "No, not a clue." Sam answers and takes a deep breath when I throw the rope away. I crouch down and start to untie the robes around his arms, when I hear a very familiar voice cough in the background. I freeze and so does Sam. "That better be you, Sam, and not that freaking nature!" We hear Dean's husky voice yell out and both me and Sam smile brightly in relief. Thank God. "Yeah, it's us." Sam answers, wincing when I pull the rope off his arms. "He went to Rebecca's." I inform Dean, untying Sam completely. "He went to Rebecca's, looking like you." Sam adds, slowly standing up and grabbing at his head. He probably has a splitting headache from the blow he took earlier. Then, he engulfs me in a hug. I wrap my arms around his waist tightly, I'm very glad to see him too. "Well, he's not stupid. He picked the handsome one." Dean pants from behind us and Sam lets me go with a frown. I run towards Dean's voice and when I spot him, I see he's tied up the same way as Sam was, in the back of the layer. When I get into his sight, he smiles brightly. "Puppy!" He cheers. I chuckle, before crouching down and untying the rope around his neck. "So, he was looking like me?" Dean questions. Sam comes into view, helping me untie him. "Well, that's the thing. He wasn't just looking like you, he was you... Or he was becoming you." Sam explains. Dean frowns, rubbing his wrists. "What do you mean?" He asks in confusion and I shrug. "I have no idea... It was like he knew everything about you, about us." I explain to him. Sam nods. "He downloaded your thoughts and memories." He adds, as a better explanation. Dean shakes his head, shrugging the loose robes off of him. "You mean like the Vulcan mind meld?" He asks, kicking out his legs and bending over to untie them himself. "Yeah, something like that." I chuckle softly. Sam finishes untying Dean's waist. "I mean, maybe that's why he didn't kill us." Sam adds, emerging from behind his brother, who can finally stand up. "Maybe he needs to keep us alive, for the psychological connection." Dean murmurs, letting Sam pull him up. "Come on, we have to go. He's probably at Rebecca's already." Sam hushes impatiently at me, watching as I take a moment to wrap my arms tightly around my big brother. My real big brother. All my worries are slowly leaving my body, taking the tension with it. Everyone seems to be okay, our little unit seems to be okay. Time to go back to saving other people, instead of ourselves.

With Sam in the lead, we rush our way back into the tunnels. Since we need to go to Rebecca's house, we keep ourselves underground. It's probably faster. We find an exit through a tiny tunnel and climb out. "Come on!" Sam hushes, kicking away the metal door and squeezing out of the tunnel. "We have to find a phone, call the police..." Sam goes on, grabbing my hand and pulling me out. I inhale the fresh air deeply and am about to grab my phone, when I realize it's out of battery. "Wow! Wow, wow, wow, wow... You're going to put an APB out on me?" Dean asks indignantly. I lean my head to the side in confusion. Sam slightly raises his hands, he too forgot that the shapeshifter is running around in Dean's skin. "Sorry..." He slightly mumbles and Dean shakes his head shortly before moving forward. "This way." He mutters and runs through the street, me and Sam following suit. Dean seems to know where we are and we follow him.

We have found a phone soon and Sam dials 911 with sweaty fingers. He presses the phone to his ear and inhales harshly. "Yes, there is a murderer in Rebecca's house..." He starts and explains shortly where they have to go, before abruptly hanging up. Dean doesn't look happy, but he knows we had to do this in order to save Becky in time.

Then we run and run and run. It's getting late and after an hour, we skip to a halt at a TV store. In the window are multiple TV's who are all sending out the same news message. We stop to listen.

"An anonymous tip led the police to a home in the Central West End, where the SWAT team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. Her attacker, a white male, approximately 24 to thirty years of age, was discovered hiding in her home." Sam, Dean and me stare at the screen. A drawn picture of a face comes into view and it is most certainly Dean's face, no doubt about that. Sam looks at Dean with a look of guilt, while I am horrified. "Man! That's not even a good picture!" Dean complains. "Dean, shut up. They think you did this, the whole world now thinks you did this!" I exclaim angrily. Sam starts looking around at the few people who are still walking the streets. "Skye is right, that picture is good enough." He adds in a low tone, turning around. "Man!" Dean sighs, before grabbing my arm and pulling me with him, following Sam.

We march into an ally and Dean, not watching where he walks, splashes into a pool of water. "Damn! Come on!" He cries out, before marching on with his jaws clenched. He looks very agitated and pissed off. "They said attempted murder... At least we know..." Sam starts slowly, but Dean interrupts him. "I didn't kill her!" He exclaims. Sam decides to ignore it. "I'll check on Becky in the morning, see if she's alright." He goes on, trying to keep up with Dean's angry pace. "Fine, but first I want to find that handsome devil and kick the holy crap out of him!" Dean announces through clenched teeth. I sigh. That doesn't seem like too good of a plan. Sam agrees with me, so I let him do the talking. "We have no weapons! No silver bullets!" Sam argues. Dean skips to a halt, making me almost bump into him. He stares at Sam in anger. "Sam, the guy is walking around with my face, okay? It's a little personal, I want to find him!" He cries out, staring Sam down. I hesitantly look at him. Sam slowly nods. "Okay. Where do we look." He simply asks, knowing he can't argue with that request. I get it. If the shape shifter had tried to commit murder with my face on, I would be just as agitated and I would want to find him too. "Well, we start with the sewers." Dean announces. Sam leans his head to the side. "We have no weapons..." He protests weakly. When Dean doesn't yell at him instantly, he goes on. "He stole our weapons, we need more." He adds. We all take a second to think. The shape shifter stole our car, we are certain of it. He had the keys and saw the weapons, he wouldn't leave that behind. Then he got Sam into his layer and I followed him. Then he left to go to Rebecca's...

"The car..." Sam mutters, coming to the same conclusion as me. Dean looks at him and his expression changes. "I bet he drove over to Rebecca's." He adds. "The news said he left and fled on foot, which means he left the car. And that means, it could still be parked there." I suggest. They both look at me. "Arg, the thought of him driving my car!" Dean snaps and turns around, while Sam mutters: "Ah, come on!" We walk and Dean seems truly angry now. "It's killing me!" He mutters and for a moment he looks like a lost little boy, which makes me grin. "Let it go!" I advise him. He growls at me, before breaking out in a run. I follow and we run through the city. It's getting later and less and less people are on the streets, which is good in this situation. We run and run and just when I think I really need to breathe soon, I recognize some of the houses. We're close to Rebecca's.

We jog around the corner and Dean skips to a halt, a big smile spreading across his face. "Ah thank God, there she is." He sighs in relief when we see the impala stand a few feet away, next to the bushes. I'm glad to see the car too, without her it feels kind of empty. "Gladly something went right tonight." Dean mutters happily. We approach the car, but he spoke too soon. Way too soon.

We are halfway over, when a police car with loud sirens on, comes speeding across the corner. We all freeze instantly, all realizing they must have been waiting for 'Dean' to come back for his car. Unfortunately, the real Dean came back for it.

"Ah crap!" Dean mutters, pushing Sam and me back and motioning us to run. The police car turns around with screeching breaks, ready to follow us. "Run!" Dean hisses. We sprint around the corner, but skip to a halt as we're met by another police car with loud sirens. We're surrounded. Shit.

"This way, this way!" Dean yells urgently, running towards a high fence, ready to jump over it. Police cars are closing in and I'm starting to panic. We're not all going to make it in time. Sam is thinking the same, cause he pushes me towards Dean. "Go! I'll hold them off." He yells. Me and Dean are instantly in protest. "What are you talking about, they'll catch you." He hisses, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Look, they can't hold me, just go." Sam cries out, panic in his eyes as he sees the police cars skipping to a halt, officers are ready to jump out. I realize I won't make it either and neither will Dean, if he has to help me over that fence. I can't do on my own. I push him towards the fence roughly. "I won't make it over that fence! Go!" I yell at him. Dean, realizing I'm right, jumps onto the fence. "You make sure she is safe." He angrily yells at Sam when he's up there. Sam gives him a short nod. "Stay out of sight and meet us at Becca's house! And please, please don't go into the sewers alone!" Sam yells back. With an annoyed eye roll, Dean's gone, disappearing on the other side of the fence. "I mean it!" Sam calls after Dean and the last we hear is an angry "Yeah, yeah!"

I sigh and move closer to Sam. No matter what might happen to us, at least Dean got away. I curse under my breath. This case is so damn unfair. Dean is running from the police for something he never did, for something we would never do. Zack, Sam's friend, is in jail for doing something he never did and so is that other guy. This shapeshifter needs to be dealt with. I grab Sam's jacket and look at the police officers, who are storming towards us. For some reason, I am not afraid. That is weird. I mean yes, it is a new experience for me, getting arrested. Which I'm assuming we will be, since we just helped a 'murderer' escape. I'm still not afraid. We'll get out of there, they can't hold us. I am afraid for Dean though, since the shapeshifter is on the loose with his face.

"Don't move!" One of the approaching police officers yells out. There are about twenty guns pointed right at us, so Sam slowly raises his arms and I follow his lead. "Keep your hands where I can see them!" Another one yells and both me and Sam deliberately put our hands in the air, to show the police we mean no harm. They approach us and soon a police officer grabs my two arms and yanks them behind my back. I groan at the sudden movement, but am wary of the other guns pointed at me. I don't resist and let the police officer handcuff me. I see two officers are taking care of Sam. One holds him, while the other cuffs him. I see him wince in pain, when the handcuffs are squeezed shut. They are not being careful with us. I get shoved into the police car and wait for Sam, but see he's roughly being shoved into the other. I sigh, but don't say anything about it. Soon we're on the road, the sirens are still blasting.

"What's your name?" The police officer behind the wheel snaps at me and I decide to go and play the dumb act. "Macy..." I answer softly, looking at him with wide, frightened eyes. Like a damsel in distress. He immediately softens up, only now seeming to realize I'm not that old and might even be a minor. "And what's your last name?" He asks me, as I'm focusing on producing some tears, to make it seem real. "Parker..." I softly whisper. Yes, there is the first tear. Well done, Skye. I should become an actress, if this job doesn't work out for me.

"Okay, don't worry. It will be okay." The policeman tells me reassuringly, before putting his eyes back on the road. He also turns off the sirens, which he seems to think are scaring me. After ten minutes, we stop at the police station and we're just in time for me to see Sam being shoved inside. I decide to fully start crying. "Please don't hurt my brother..." I cry out, trying to sound as scared as I can. I hide my face behind my hands, to hide the fact that there aren't as much tears as there should be. I rub over my cheeks and when I show the policeman my face, it's all teary and wet. "It's okay." The policeman mutters and gets out of the car. He softly leads me into the building and stops in front of an empty cell. "Are you gonna lock me up?" I sob hysterically, as if the thought of that scares me to the bone. The policeman sighs. "How old are you, sweetheart?" He asks me gently. "Sixteen." I whisper silently. At that, the policeman sighs again. I know he can't lock up an under aged suspect, without a legal guardian present and it's annoying him very much. "Stay here." He tells me, before walking away. In the time I'm standing there alone and handcuffed, I come up with the perfect story. Sam is the only one I have left, we were approached by this guy who told us he needed help and we had no idea of who he was, until we were arrested. That should do it.

About ten minutes later, the door opens and Sam walks through, without handcuffs. He too is acting, cause he calls out to me and smiles brightly. I run up to him and he engulfs me in a hug. "Name is Dylan Parker." He whispers and I smile at that. "And Macy Parker is your sister." I add softly. We, Sam, me and Dean, made a pact many years ago, that when we're forced to change our names for whatever reason, our last name will always be Parker. This is the first occasion I had to use it, but I'm glad to see it worked.

The policeman, who followed Sam in, grabs my shoulder and removes my handcuffs. I smile through my tears and rub my wrists dramatically. Sam pulls me into another hug. "Thank God, I thought I lost you." He calls out on purpose. I have to suppress my smile. "Okay, both of you, follow me." The policeman mutters. Sam wraps an arm around me as we follow the man into what is undoubtedly the interrogation room. We sit down on one side of the table and wait for the person who's going to interrogate us. Sam and I don't speak while we wait and don't stop acting. We know there are camera's here and people are watching us.

About an half hour later, a man in a suit steps into the room and goes to sit down in front of us, looking quite serious. "Since Dylan Parker is your legal guardian, we can't question you apart, so we'll do it this way." He announces, looking at both of us intently. "Alright, let me lay it out for you. Both of you are not in the system, we checked. No fingerprints, no ID, nothing. That I find very weird, in the first place. Then you two are spotted with a murderer and there is no parent in sight for you two. Macy here, being sixteen years old. What the hell is your story?" I look at the police officer with wide eyes and realize I have no idea how I'm going to talk myself out of this. I give Sam a look and he nods at me. And there he goes, telling the detective a complete bullshit story, about how our parents got sick and both died, leaving him to be my legal guardian. He talks about going from place to place, not really having a home. The man in the suit seems to doubt it though and turns his attention to me. "I still don't understand why you two were found with a murderer. Macy, can you tell me why you helped a murderer escape?" He asks me directly. I immediately start crying. I sob and stutter and tell him that we were just walking down the street, when this man came up to us, looking very sad and said that he needed our help. He said he was innocent and that you had the wrong guy, so we decided to go with him for a little while. "And you did not realize he really was the guy that we were looking for?" The detective asks me. I shake my head. "I'm so sorry, I had no idea. I was just trying to help..." I sob. Sam wraps an arm around my shoulder in his act as my protective, legal guardian. "Don't worry, Macy, dad would be proud of you." He whispers to me. I smile slightly at him through my tears. The detective turns to Sam. "And you, the legal guardian, where is the rest of your family?" He asks. Sam looks up sadly. "I already told you. Our parents are dead. It's just us now. We were looking for a place to stay out here." He answers softly. The detective sighs. "So, this guy came up to you and asked for help?" He asks incredulously. We both nod fiercely. The detective lets out another sigh, before standing up. "I have to sort some things out in the system, before I can let you two go. So, you two are staying here for the night. However, in the morning, you two are free to go." He tells us after a little silence. More tears spill out. "We are very sorry." I tell him again. He smiles slightly at me, before standing up. He leads us towards a cellblock and this time, thankfully, Sam and I can enter the same cell.

As soon as we're alone, we drop the act. Both of us have already seen that there are no camera's here. This police precinct seems to be a bit outdated. I high five my brother. "You were good, Macy!" Sam tells me proudly. I laugh, before sitting down on the bed that's in the corner. "Tomorrow we're going to go to Becky's and explain everything." He adds, sitting down next to me. I slightly yawn and look around me, examining the cell we're in. "So, this is what it looks like." I ponder out loud. Sam chuckles, before he grabs my shoulders and pushes me down on the bed. "Get some sleep." He tells me. I curl up on the bed, grabbing the blanket and pulling it towards me. I wrap myself up in it, slightly shivering from the cold. I am quite exhausted, I only notice it now I'm lying down. Sam leans down against the wall, grabbing the second blanket. I get myself as comfortable as I can in a prison cell and then let out a sigh. "You think Dean is okay?" I ask slowly. Sam turns his eyes towards me. "Dean can take care of himself. You know that." He answers me shortly and I fall silent. "Get some sleep." Sam then repeats softly and I unwillingly close my eyes.

In the middle of the night, I wake up in a shock, startled and shaking with fear. Another damn nightmare caught me in its claws. This time, it was Dean as the shapeshifter. He was chasing me, his eyes shining with that light blue color. The fear in my body prevents me from moving, but I flash my eyes around the room to try and calm myself down. It wasn't real…. It wasn't real, Skye. It wasn't…

Sam's at my side as soon as he jolts out of his slumber and realizes I'm not doing very good. He grabs my shoulders, pulling me against his side. "Hey, hey. You're okay. It was just a dream." He tries to reassure me. He keeps whispering to me, until my body stops shaking. "Sam, I don't want to go back to sleep. I keep getting nightmares." I mumble and hate the way I sound. I sound like a frightened five year old. "I know, honey, just go to sleep." Sam hushes me, not knowing what else to say to me. He rubs my back soothingly and then lets me lie down again, with my head in his lap. It's starting to worry me. Every time I close my eyes, I dream the most terrible things and that results in me screaming myself awake. It's starting to get to me.

The next morning Sam and I get woken up by a policeman, opening our cell. "You're both free to go." He announces as we get up and stumble out of our cell. "Take care of each other!" The policeman calls after us and Sam wraps an arm around my shoulder as an answer. As soon as we're out, we look around. Well, that went exactly as we had planned. The police had no chance with us. I look at Sam cautiously, I want to find Dean. Sooner than later. "Come on, Becky is this way." Sam announces.

We both start running and soon we've reached the city. Now it's time to make amends with Becky and explain to her what the hell happened. She must have been frightened. The brother of her friend showed up and probably tried to sexually assault her and then murder her. We need to explain to her that it wasn't Dean and we need to do it in the right way. I have no idea what we're going to say, but let's hope she opens the door for us first. She does, but is ready to slam it shut again. "What are you doing here?" She spits out and Sam starts talking right away. "Becky, please let us explain. We never meant for any of this to happen, I really came here to help and I'm so sorry that this happened to you." He starts in a pleading tone. Rebecca pulls up her eyebrows. "Your brother attacked me and wanted to kill me, how can you say that!" She snaps, glaring daggers at him. I decide to step up. "Rebecca, as crazy as it sounds, the person that attacked you wasn't Dean, it wasn't a person!" I try in the more direct way and now she seems confused and angry. "It sure as hell looked like Dean." She cries out. I take a slight step forward. "I know, that's the whole thing. It looked like Dean, but it wasn't the real Dean, it wasn't our Dean. Just like it wasn't the real Zack who attacked his girlfriend." I try again and see I have her attention, when I pull Zack into it. "What happened to Zack, happened to Dean too. Dean was with us when you were attacked, I swear it." Sam joins in. We both stare at her pleadingly. Rebecca stares from me to Sam to me for a while, but then opens the door. "I don't understand, so please explain." She mutters a little defeated and we gladly enter the house.

We sit down on the couch and wait till she fetched us both something to drink. Then she stands by the door and just stares at us. I look at Sam and he nods shortly, before starting to explain. "Look Rebecca, this… This all that is happening, this is a case. A job for us that we're trying to solve. We are hunting a shapeshifter. A creature that steals people's skin. It changes into the person it wants and can act on its behalf, without the other person knowing about it." He starts. Rebecca gapes at him. "There is a shapeshifter in this town, who stole Zack's skin and murdered his girlfriend and is now in Dean's skin and tried to murder you." I sum it up for her and she shakes her head. "A shapeshifter?" She questions, grabbing her own bottle of beer and taking a step forward. "Yup." Sam mutters slowly, staring at the floor. We're both waiting for her to snap and tell us we're crazy. She is now standing behind me and I hear her huff. "So say it is real, how do you stop it." She asks. Sam sighs. "Silver bullet to the heart..." He mutters and that's when Rebecca's whole tone changes. I catch up on it too late. "You are crazy..." She mutters in a very low, dangerous tone. I don't have time to think about it though, I am just in time to see Sam collapse next to me. Then I receive a big blow to the head and everything goes dark instantly.

I wake up with a groan and a splitting headache. With a growl I try to reach for my head, but realize I can't move. My head is pounding and so is my heart. My whole body is stiff with tension, as I remember what happened. I slightly squeeze my eyes open. The sudden light blinds me for a bit, worsening the headache. I huff slightly and let my eyes slowly adjust to the light, trying to ignore the pain in my head. I see Rebecca's living room swim into view in front of me. I bow my head to find out why I cannot reach for anything and find out that I'm completely tied up. My hands behind my back, my legs tied together. I also remember why my head hurts so much. Rebecca hit me over the head with a bear bottle, or the shapeshifter did, pretending to be her. When I realize that, I gasp and look around for Sam. I find him sitting three feet away from me with his head against the couch, also completely tied up. I remember her knocking him out, right before I went down. "Sam..." I mutter in a hoarse voice. He's awake. He turns his head to me slightly. His eyes are wide as he gives me a smile that is meant to be reassuring, but isn't at all. "Don't worry." He mouths to me and I feel the first tear coming up. Come on Skye, be strong, I try to convince myself. Crying won't get you anywhere.

From the corner of my eye, I can see something moving to my right and a second later Dean walks past. My heart jumps in relief when I lay my eyes on him, but his attitude and way of walking instantly makes it clear to me it's not the real Dean. I confirm that thought, when I move my head to the right and spot Rebecca's clothes and a pile of puke and blood at the end of the room. The shapeshifter changed back into Dean and we're at his mercy.

"What are you going to do to me?" Sam hisses at fake Dean, trying to get the attention of the shapeshifter onto him. Fake Dean turns around to him slowly. "I'm not going to do anything... Dean will though." He answers and that sends shivers down my spine. The shapeshifter opens a closet and sighs, closing it back up. "They will never catch him." I spit out with as much confidence as I can. I know that might not be true, since he will come back for us no matter what, but I have to make sure the shapeshifter doesn't know that. "Ahh, that doesn't matter." Dean's voice calls out, while he's rummaging and searching through the kitchen. "Murdering the first two, his own brother and sister, he will be hunted for the rest of his life." He adds with a sickening tone. I shake my head slightly. I'm terrified. The shapeshifter comes back into my view and he's carrying a big knife. He probably found it in the kitchen. He grabs Sam by the collar and throws him onto the floor harshly. He does the same with me and I gasp in pain, when my head smacks against the floor. Sam immediately turns his head towards me and growls dangerously, but I'm in a straight up panic state. He's going to kill us both...

"I must say, I will be sorry to lose this skin. Your brother has got a lot of good qualities. You should appreciate him more than you do." Dean's voice comes from somewhere above us and in panic, I close my eyes. "Cheers." I hear him say and I open my eyes just in time, to see him walking past us, a full glass of whiskey in his hand. He takes a sip, puts the glass back down and takes the knife in his hands. Sam turns his eyes towards me and we both flinch, when the shapeshifter throws it into the table above us. Damn it, he's enjoying this. I don't want to give him the satisfaction of being scared, but I am. Sam's behavior suddenly changes and his eyes dart around the room rapidly. He looks at the knife, then at fake Dean, back at me and then at the knife again. He turns his eyes to me, gives me a reassuring nod, before springing into action. He flings his legs forward and kicks out as hard as he can, into fake Dean's direction. He succeeds, kicking Dean straight off his feet. I push my fear away and follow his lead. I pull myself up and try to move away, watching Sam trying to cut his robes with the knife that's still in the table. On the other side of the room, the shapeshifter climbs back up with an angry growl and in a split second, I realize Sam needs more time. He's not gotten loose yet. I need to give him more time. Without thinking, I jump onto my feet and throw myself into the angrily approaching shapeshifter, sending us both crashing to the ground. As I go down, I see Sam ripping the last bits of the robes off. He dashes towards the knife, yanking it out of the table. A hard push coming from fake Dean, sends me tumbling across the floor. Fake Dean jumps up and Sam instantly takes a swing at him with the knife. He is, however, forgetting that this thing changed into Dean and now also has the fighting skills Dean has. With one move, he is able to grab Sam's arm, bend it back as far as it goes without breaking, before throwing Sam to the floor. I cry out in panic, watching my brother go down, desperately kicking my legs out to try and loosen the robe. Sam rolls over and jumps straight back to his feet. I scream in fear, when I see fake Dean storms towards him while muttering "you son of a bitch" under his breath. He swings at Sam, but Sam grabs his arm and punches him right in the face as hard as he can. Then he returns the favor, bending Dean's arm and pushing him onto the floor. Sam has the upper hand now, but who knows how long that's going to last. And indeed, Dean is on his feet within a second and with a loud growl, he twists Sam's arm behind his back. I hear Sam cry out in pain and search in panic for the knife that's somewhere around here. I need to help Sam, fake Dean's going to win this fight if I do not do something. With two against one, we might have a better shot.

"Crap, crap, crap." I mutter in panic, my eyes flashing around. I spot a silver shimmering to my left and jump at it. The knife flew through the room into the left corner and with the sounds of a horrible fight behind me, I manage to cut down the robes around my wrists. I have no time to waste. I cut my legs loose and stand up, the knife in my shaking hand. Sam has the upper hand again. He has twisted fake Dean to the floor and I hear the shapeshifter chuckle and groan. "Hey, little brother..." He pants sarcastically. That enrages Sam and he tries to throw him across the room, crying out "you're not him". That backfires, fake Dean manages to jump away just in time and instead, pushes Sam roughly into the couch. I yell out in panic, but Sam straightens up and goes into full attack mode, punching the shapeshifter as hard as he can, right in the face. Twice. Fake Dean crashes to the floor and I see him roll his eyes in annoyance, grimacing. He turns around faster than I can blink and grabs Sam around his neck with both hands. "NO!" I yell, but the shapeshifter head budded Sam, then kicks him into the stomach and then kicks him into the closet. The whole closet collapses when Sam smacks into it, crumbling to the ground. Sam is moaning in pain. "Sam!" I scream and grab the knife steady in my hand, before running towards the fight. "You're not joining in, little sis." I hear fake Dean growl, before he knocks my feet out from under me and I collapse to the ground. I knew I would not be a match for Dean's skills and muscles before I ran in there, so it doesn't really surprise me. What does surprise me, is the air getting knocked out of me.

"Man, even when we were little kids I always kicked your ass." Fake Dean chuckles, grabbing a billiard cue and smashing it at Sam. Sam is crawling on the floor, trying to haul himself up. His panicked eyes are on me. "Get out of here." He pants towards me. I scramble back to my feet. I'm panting profusely, holding the knife steady in my hand. "I'm not leaving you behind." I hiss at him, before glancing back at fake Dean. He is shaking his head with a grin, turning back to Sam and smashing the billiard cue at him. Sam manages to jump out of the way just in time. Fake Dean smashes down the lamp hanging from the ceiling in his force of trying to hit Sam. My damn hand won't stop shaking. "Come on Skye, throw the knife at him." I mutter to myself, as Sam gets the living crap beaten out of him right before my eyes. Just as I start to aim my knife, fake Dean kicks Sam with such force that he falls over the couch and into the coffee table. It instantly collapses. Fake Dean is on him in a second and starts punching Sam time after time after time again. He then wraps his hands around Sam's throat. I scream in sudden anger and launch myself at the two of them, ploughing the knife straight into Dean's back. It's sickening as I feel it slide into his back, my arms flinging around his neck. I hear him cry out in pain, but he doesn't let Sam go. I grab chunks of his hair and pull as hard as I can, terrified when he doesn't react to it. I punch his head and try to yank his hands away from Sam, but nothing I seem to do, is working. I start to cry out, when I see Sam heaving his eyes to the sky, his struggle to breathe becoming harder and harder. "Stop it! STOP! You are killing him!" I scream, punching Deans back with all my force. It's like I'm a fly that is trying to beat a freaking dinosaur. Nothing I do, is working.

"Hey!" I hear a very familiar voice coming from behind me. Real Dean is here, I can feel it. I let my guard down for one second as I turn my head, giving the shapeshifter the opportunity he was looking for. He releases Sam, twits around and his fists collides with my face in full force. It literally throws me off his back and into the wall. From the corner of my eye, I see the real Dean pointing his gun at the shapeshifter. He shoots. The shapeshifter flies through the air as the bullet collides with him. He collapses right next to me. Another bang and I watch the shapeshifter's body rock backwards when a second bullet hits him right in the chest. He's dead, as dead as can be.

I let out a shaking breath, relief filling my veins. My face throbs and my vision is swimming with upcoming tears. I slowly sit up, hearing Sam's panicked gasps for breath. At least he's breathing. From the corner of my eye, I see what I presume is the real Rebecca sprinting into her own house, instantly rushing towards Sam. Dean is staring at his own dead body that's right next to me, before rushing over. He grabs my arm, hauls me up and slams me into his chest as tightly as he can. "We're o-okay." I stammer, but he just hugs me. His breathing shaky as he leans his head against mine. He lets me go a few seconds later and cradles my face in his hands. "There's already a bruise forming on your face." He informs me quietly, caressing my cheek with his thumb. I lean into it for a second. "I know, he hit me. But it's okay. We're okay now." I whisper back. Dean lets out a deep breath, before he crouches down next to his own dead body. He reaches his hand out, grabbing the necklace that's around dead, fake Dean's neck and rips it off. He slides it back into his own pocket, before standing back up. I can hear Sam's breathing is starting to sound less panicked and less hoarse. I limp towards him, my left leg not really working as it should be. Thank the lord that the real Dean was able to find us in time.

It's a few hours after the horrible fight with the shapeshifter. Dean and me are outside. I wasn't hurt that badly and after I let Dean examine me thoroughly, we started mapping out which way we need to go next. Dean has put the map on the hood of the impala and we are both leaning over it. The door to Rebecca's house opens behind us and we both turn around, watching Sam walk through. He's still in conversation with Rebecca. "So, this is what you, you and your siblings, do. You hunt down these kinds of things." I hear Rebecca mutter to him. "Yeah, pretty much." Sam answers drily. I suppress a chuckle, before making my way over to him. Rebecca gives me a small smile as I link my arm through his. "I can't believe it. I mean, I saw it with my own eyes and..." Rebecca sighs with a slight shake off her head, then changes the subject. "I mean everybody at school, nobody knows that you do this." She exclaims. Sam nods. "No." He answers shortly and I grin. The thought of everybody knowing what we do is so ridiculous, that is makes me smile. "Did Jessica know?" Rebecca suddenly asks, glancing up at Sam. I tense up, looking expectantly at him as well. Waiting for him to say something. Sam stays calm and simply shakes his head. The twinkle in his eyes does disappear, though. "No, she didn't." He answers honestly, making Rebecca nod in understanding. "Must be lonely." She mutters. Sam actually laughs. "Oh no, no it's not so bad. Anyway... It... What can I do, it's my family." He answers, glancing over at Dean shortly. He ruffles my hair, before turning back to Rebecca. Rebecca chuckles as she watches me trying to fix it in annoyance. I decide to leave them be to say their goodbyes, and walk back to Dean.

"Well, you know, Zack and me and everybody at school, we really miss you." Rebecca mutters and leans it to hug Sam, who hugs her back tightly. "Well, will you call sometime?" I hear Becky ask and I sigh. "Might not be for a little while." Sam's answer is exactly what I thought it would be. Rebecca smiles shortly, before turning to us. She waves, and me and Dean both wave back. Then Rebecca gives Sam a last look, before walking back inside.

Sam turns around and walks towards us with a big sigh. Dean slightly grins. "So, what about your friend Zack?" He asks, walking around the car and opening the door. "Well, the cops are blaming some 'Dean Winchester' guy for Emily's murder. They found the murder weapon in the guy's layer. They found Zack's clothes, stained with her blood and now they're thinking maybe the surveillance tape was tempered with." Sam sarcastically answers. "Yeah, Becca says he will be out very soon." He then adds in a more serious tone. I laugh. Dean nods shortly and gets into the car. Sam and I follow and soon we're speeding across the inner state.

It stays silent while the rock music blasts through the car. Then, Dean's voice takes me by surprise.

"Sorry, man." He mutters towards Sam, out of nowhere. Sam frowns. "About what?" He asks in surprise. Dean's jaws clench. "I really wish things could be different, you know. I really wish you could just be... Go to college." He explains slightly. My heart warms up at that confession. "Nah man, that's okay. You know the truth is, even at Stanford, deep down I never really fit in." Sam answers after a little silence. I want to protest badly, since I beg to differ, but Dean beats me to it. "That's because you're a freak." He mutters, raising his eyebrows at his little brother. I snort and Sam chuckles. "Yeah, thanks!" He says with a shake of his head and Dean focuses his eyes back on the road. "Well, I'm a freak too. And so is the little brat back there." He answers. I laugh, leaning forward. "You got that right. We're with you, all the way." I join in. Sam chuckles slowly. "Yeah, I know you are." He mutters, scrunching up his face when I ruffle his hair. "You know, I have to say..." Dean starts with a frown and me and Sam both turn our heads towards him. "I'm sorry I'm going to miss it." He adds. "Miss what?" Sam and I ask in unison. Dean turns his head towards us. "How many chances am I going to have, to see my own funeral." He states in a playful tone. Sam brightly smiles back at him while I raise my eyebrows. He got that right. The shape shifter died as Dean, so in fact Dean is missing his own funeral.

I chuckle and slightly lean back against my seat, enjoying the peaceful silence. Then Sam turns halfway around towards me and he looks proud. "I must say, Skye, you are the hero of this hunt." He tells me and I frown at that. "I'm definitely not." I protest, but he waves that away. "No seriously, you came back to save me and Dean, then you let yourself get arrested, acted that out perfectly and then you saved me again." He sums up. I snort. "Dean saved you." I argue, but Dean joins in. "You did remarkable, pup. I'm really proud of you." He joins in and I feel my cheeks starting to burn. "Thanks." I mutter, before deciding to take my chance. "You know, it would have been a lot easier if I'd just had a gun and knew how to shoot. I could have killed the shapeshifter in his layer and all of this would have never happened." I mutter with a little sarcasm in my tone. Dean starts laughing, as Sam shakes his head fondly. "She does have a point, Dean. Maybe it is time to teach her how to shoot." He then sticks up for me, but I can't really put my finger on his tone. Dean stays silent for a while and then nods shortly. "Maybe that isn't such a bad idea..." He agrees. I raise my eyebrows. "You could also teach me how to fight." I add and hear two laughs. "Well, you're eager to learn, I'll give you that." Sam chuckles, but Dean's clearly serious when he reacts. "Let's start with learning how to shoot first, okay pup?" He mutters and looks at me through the review mirror. "Really?" I stammer in shock. He smiles affectionately. "Really." He answers and I can't hold back my squeak of joy. Finally! Finally, I'm making progress. First it's learning how to shoot, then it's learning how to fight. Then comes learning how to hunt. Which means I'm a step closer to becoming a hunter. I ease back in my seat with a big smile. I'm going to become a hunter.

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