~***~

Following the ambulance, we arrived at a house just down the street. Police cars were everywhere, and it had drawn a great number of neighbors. Just as we approached the scene, a man was being led out of the house, handcuffed and stowed in the police car waiting. His expression is what caught my attention. He was confused, frightened, and hurt. I tugged on the sleeve of a woman near me, asking what was going on. "He tried to kill his wife." She explained, shaking her head. "Tied her up and beat her."

"Oh, shit." I exclaim in fake astonishment. The woman nodded.

"I used to see him going to work in the morning." She said further. "He'd wave and say hello. He seemed like such a nice guy." I nodded to her and made my way back to Sam and Dean. "The guy, the one they say is a killer, sounds a lot like Zack's situation."

Dean crossed his arms. "You're kidding?"

"Dean, didn't you see his face?" I snap, slipping into the Impala. "He looked scared, like he had no idea what the hell was going on. No one would listen. We have to solve this before anyone else gets framed." I demand, looking over at Sam. "And you were right to trust your gut."

~***~

Sam and I went to the house to look for any evidence while Dean went to question the patrolmen. "Definitely our kind of problem." Dean declared, a shrill yelp leaving my lips as I jump. My heart beat frantically, trying to get over the shock.

"Wh-What'd you find out?" I ask, grasping my heart.

"Well, I just talked to the patrolman who was first on the scene, heard this guy, Alex's story. Apparently the dude was driving home from a business trip when his wife was attacked." Dean explained, his eyes glued to Sam. Sam once again had this, 'I told you so' look on his face and I wanted so bad to laugh at Dean.

"So, he was in two places at once." Sam clarified.

"Little louder for the peanut gallery." I comment, earning a glare from Dean.

"Exactly. Then he sees himself in the house, police thinks he's a nutjob." Dean mentions.

"So? What could we be dealing with? Shape Shifter? Skin Walker? Or maybe some asshole who has immediate access to a plastic surgeon?" I joke, shrugging.

"We've got two attacks within blocks of each other. I'm guessin' we've got a shapeshifter prowlin' the neighborhood." Dean agreed and Sam nodded.

"Let me ask you this- in all of Shapeshifter lore, can any of them fly?" Sam asked.

"Not that I've heard." I hum.

"I picked up a trail here. Someone ran out of the back of this building and headed off this way. And, just like at Zack's house, the trail suddenly ends. I mean, whatever it is, just disappears."

"Well, there's only one way to do if you can't go up." I smirk, tapping the tip of my heel against the grate below me. "There's always down."

~***~

The three of us climbed into the sewers and looked around. I groaned in distaste as my heel nearly slipped in something squishy, the smell of it wafting up. "Please, for the love of god, be sewer sludge...." I repeat a few times, pointing my nose upwards. Dean strode in front of me, and Sam was behind. My eyes locked on the pile of skin and blood on the floor in front of Dean. "Dean.... Look down." I grunt, gesturing towards the goop on the floor. "Looks like the shifter is using the sewer system to get around." Dean crouched down and pulled out a pocket knife, prodding the pile of grodiness.

"Is this from it's victims?" Sam asked.

"No, this is what the shifter sheds after it's done with a particular look." I explain as Dean stands fully.

"That's sick." Dean pointed out with a disgusted face.

"No shit, Sherlock."

~***~

We were back at the car and Dean was shifting through the trunk, filling his gun with silver bullets. "One thing I learned from Dad, that no matter what shapeshifter it is, there is one sure way to kill it." Dean cocked his gun, a smirk on his lips.

"Silver bullet to the heart." Sam pointed out and his phone rang. I loaded my gun, chuckling when Dean just stared at me. A flirty smirk slipped onto my lips as I stuffed a few silver bullets into my pocket and shoving the gun into the waist band of my jeans. Sam had just gotten off the phone with Becky by now and she knew Dean and I weren't cops.

"I hate to say it, but that's exactly what I'm talkin' about. You life to your friends because if they knew the real you, they'd be freaked out. It's just, it- it'd be easier if-" Dean was cut off as I gazed over at Sam.

"If I was like you." Sam finished.

"Hey man, like it or not, we are not like other people. But I'll tell you one thing. This whole gig- it ain't without its perks." Dean said, holding up a gun to Sam then putting it away. "And put your boots on, those steel toes have gotten the two of us out of a few tight spots before." Dean comments as I lean against the Impala. I roll my eyes and do as I'm told.

We explored the sewers a bit after that, looking for the Shape Shifters nest. A pile of skin hung off the wall, my stomach clenching in disgust. "I think we're close...." I grumble, shining my light on the glistening pile of flesh.

"Why?" Sam asked and turned to see what I was staring at. He recoiled with a gag. "Oh god!" I laughed a little at him, but it died down as I gazed at the piles of clothes laying around.

"Looks like it's lived here for a while." Dean pointed out.

"Who knows how many murders it's gotten away with." Sam looked behind us. "Dean!" I whirled around, gazing at the shifter in the form of the man that was arrested earlier, but besides him was the woman from the crime scene. An uneasy feeling delved into my belly as Dean went for him. The man punched him, launching him backwards. I lifted my pistol and started firing off rounds before going to help him up.

"Get the son of a bitch!" Dean snapped at the two of us. We both ran after them, splitting up after reaching the exit. I searched for hours, and night had fallen as my trail went cold. I kicked a trash can with a shout of anger. I let out a huff, tugging my jacket a little bit and started for the Impala.

I gaze at the sleek black car, the uneasy feeling growing as I spot Dean. Sam was no where in sight and that uneasy feeling just kept growing. "Hey!" Dean shouted. "Anything?"

I shook my head as I made my way over. "No. My trail went cold." I clip, crossing my arms over my chest. "You think they found another way underground?"

"Yeah, probably." Dean replied quickly. Those alarms in my head were blaring by now.

"Somethings... not right." I admit, backing up a little as he comes around the Impala. "Where's Sam?"

"Sammy?" Dean repeated. His eyes lit up a bit. "Sammy's fine, Lottie. He didn't find anything either, so I sent him to the motel while I waited for you."

"Why the hell did you wait for me? I could've found my way back just fine." I snap, backing up again.

Dean grinned and chuckled awkwardly. "Hey, you got the keys? I gave them to you, right? Sammy didn't have 'em, and well, I don't have 'em." I pulled the keys out of my pocket and tossed them to him. He caught them with his left hand. This seriously was not right. My gut was telling me to shoot him right now.

'He' noticed my defensive posture and smirked. "You alright?"

"Fuckin' Dandy." I reply, still playing the 'keep away' game.

"You're acting weird, Lottie." He said, eyebrows knitting together. "I need to say something."

"Go for it."

"I can't lie to myself anymore." He admitted, looking down at his hands.

"What the hell are you jawin' about?"

"I just..." He started, looking up to gaze into my eyes. "I've been in love with you for years."

I stayed silent, wanting so bad to recoil in disgust, but my heart betrayed me. It started hammering heavily as I started at him. He grasped at my arms and my skin jumped. I shoved him off, pulling my gun out and pointing it at his heart. "Back the fuck up." I growl. "Where's the real Dean?"

'He' looked hurt for a moment, but his face turned into one of amusement. "Man, you're smarter than I took you credit for. You don't see any bullshit, do you? I mean, to think Dean would actually have real feelings for a tasty piece like you? Please." I kept my mouth shut as I glared at him, ready to pull the trigger and end him. He moved slightly and I quickly pulled the hammer back.

"Don't." I snap. "You listen, and you listen good. I'm two seconds away from fillin' you full of silver, but I need you to tell me where my men are." He laughed at me again. Fury swirled up in my belly and the hairs on my neck stood up. I quickly ducked dodging the kick that was meant for me. I rolled backwards, standing up and holding my pistol up. I stared at my own face, being pulled into the arms of the Dean look a like.

"Sorry, Doll, but it looks like you're outnumbered." The woman says, dodging the bullet I fired off and the man tackled me, knocking my lights out.

~***~

I inhaled sharply as I awoke, my eyes adjusting to the dark environment. I try to pull myself up, but ropes bite into my skin. "Where are they! Where's Dean and Lottie!"

"Sam?" I croak, looking around. I shimmy slightly, looking behind me. I see him tied up and the two shifters in front of him. The woman smirks and strode over to me, grasping my hair. "Ah!" I hiss, craning my neck more to stop the pain, but she keeps tugging.

"The girls over here, but she won't be for long." She chimes, a sickly sweet tone to her sickly sweet face. She knelt down to me, releasing my hair. "How ya feelin' sunshine?"

"Feelin' like tearin' that skin offa ya, and paintin' these fuckin' walls." I grit, spitting in her face. She made an agitated face before placing her palm on my calve and smiling down at me. "Get your hands offa-" I let out a scream of absolute pain as she snapped my leg like a twig. "You motha- I'm gonna kick your ass all ova this fuckin' place, you hear me?!" I scream at her, tears falling down my cheeks. 'Dean' cuts my ropes loose and grasps my hair, tugging me behind him as Sam shouts for me. He holds me up and a jean clad leg rushes forward, knocking me out once more.

~***~

Pain is the first thing I feel as I wake, the tears still moistening my cheeks. "Wake up!" I hear someone snap, a hand gripping at my leg, drawing out a shrill scream from my lips. My eyes snap open and I'm staring at the faces of Sam and Dean. Behind them, the Carlotta look alike sitting on the ground, smirking at me, her hair disheveled, and her leg bent at an awkward angle. "Pay attention!" Dean snaps again. I wince as he leans forward, ready to fill me with silver.

"Get that fuckin' gun outta my face." I drawl, leaning backwards. He kicks at my leg again and I scream, pushing backwards. "You're a fuckin' cock sucka you hear me?! Get the fuck away from me!" I scream, flipping my chair back and breaking the flimsy wood. I stand up on a wobbly leg, leaning against the crates as both men held up their guns, aimed and ready. "It's me! How the fuck can you chuckleheads not tell?!"

I bite at my knuckle as my foot brushes against the ground, muffling a scream. "Did you fuckers even think to check with silver?" I growl, muffling a scream as I tug out the blade hidden in my boot. "Does she have a fuckin' blade in hers?! Did you asses even think to check?!" I scream. I drag it against my skin, watching the bright red blood bubble up.

"Sam, check Lottie." Dean orders, keeping his gun trained on me.

"D-Dean, I don't have my blade she- she must've stolen it or-"

"Shut the fuck up, ya skin sheddin' freak!" I shout, throwing my blade at her. The metal cut her exposed skin and it sizzled as she screamed in pain. Sam quickly grabbed the blade as she stopped faking and tried to attack him. He plunged the blade deep into her chest.

Hesitantly, they look back at me, remorse filling their gazes. "Lottie-"

"Shut up!" They both flinch, looking at the ground as I stand on my good leg, leaning on the crates. "I don't want to hear how sorry you fuckin' idiots are. You-" I let out a harsh yelp as my leg hits my other, swallowing it up with a tight swallow. "You should've known who was who.... we spent years together..... we grew up together, you assholes!" My anger is palpable. I was livid. "You saw my leg break, Sam! How the fuck was it bent that way when you saw it!" I scream, turning on them and hobbling forward. "I'm fuckin' gone! When this creep is dead, I'm gone!" I hear them follow after, trying to come up with some pitiful excuse, but I wasn't having it. "Fuck off. The both of you. Just.... stop." I sigh, exhaustion the only thing I felt.