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As we pulled up behind the ambulance I shut off the engine and Jen reached for a bible by her foot. She piled her hair up in a but, put on a pair of glasses and then draped herself in a heavy black cloak. I raised an eyebrow at her current state and she winked. Before either of the Winchester brothers could get to the door Jen was already waltzing through. By the time that I made it to the house I saw Jen sitting across from a forlorn man. She was holding his hand and reciting verses form the Bible about a safe journey to the afterlife and about how she would be happy and at peace.

"I wasn't even here though, I was driving home and by the time that I discovered her she was already dead." He sobbed. I noticed tears danced on the edges of her eyes and I walked over. I also had a black cloak on and was holding a cross on a necklace. I heard Sam chuckle and Jen turned towards me. When the man wasn't looking she grinned and did a thumbs up.

"Even though in death your beloved wife may seem so far away, she is really right next to you. Guiding you down a path of righteous belief." I nearly gagged when I said it, but the man seemed overly pleased by it.

"I'm sorry to bother you sir, but we're with the police department." I turned to find Dean holding a fake badge and he gave us a grim look. "Could you tell us what you saw and how you found your wife when you returned home last night?" The man nodded and recounted all of that night events. It seemed as though he was telling the truth, but at the moment I had no way of knowing. Jen nodded along with him as though she was guiding him into telling us.

"I see, we're very sorry." Sam remarked and shook the man's hands. I looked into Jen's eyes and could tell that she was set on believing that he was innocent. Later the brothers split with us and we went back to our car.

"Why don't we go back to the apartment? 'Jen nodded taking the glasses and cloak off. The car glided across town and back to the apartment where Zach was living at. Walking around I scanned the ground. "Jen." I whispered, but instead of Jen walking up to me Dean appeared in front of me. "What are you doing here?" I demanded.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Looking for more clues."

"Hmm, same."

"Jen!" I called out. I didn't hear her until she was above me. I backed up and she landed with her gun pointed at Dean.

"Oh! Sorry, I thought you were someone else." He laughed nervously and lowered her gun.

"Yea, Sammy and I found another trail of blood and were following it when I heard you creeping around back here." Just then a shadow moved behind Dean and I threw a knife at the wall near the person.

"Jesus!" Sam cried sidling past the knife. I snickered and Jen grinned.

"Look at that, avoiding and still managing to sound like a kid." He frowned and I laughed. Jen lightly smacked my shoulder but I knew she was laughing on the inside. We decided to follow the trail of blood and soon came across a manhole.

"Now what?" Sam asked.

"Well, we could always go down."

.   .   .

(Jen's P.O.V.)

We dropped down the manhole and into the sewers. It smelled horrible, like death and vomit. Near the entrance there was a fleshy bag like thing. I gagged and turned away.

"Is this from it's victims?" Sam asked warily eyeing the skin.

"You know, I just had a sick thought. When the shapeshifter changes shape—maybe it sheds." Dean remarked shaking off the flesh from his knife.

"That is sick." I whispered glaring at the fleshy sack. Shaking off the rest of the residue was traveled back up the ladder and followed the brothers to their car. "If there's one thing I learned from dad, no matter what kind of shape shifter it is, there is one sure way to kill one."

"Silver bullet to the heart." Sam replied. I grinned and pulled out my Browning T-Bolt and then pulled out a case of silver bullets from the belt around my waist. Chris did the same and Dean glanced at me.

"How the hell do you manage to walk around in public with all of this stuff and not get caught?"

"We're women, of course we can get away with this stuff, plus we have all of those amazing badges." All of a sudden Sam's phone rung. Picking it up he answered. We all listened intently as Becky ripped him a new one about lying to her about a Detective Dean Winchester. Sam tried to apologize, but it was all for naught. As he hung up Dean placed a hand on his shoulder. 

" I hate to say it, but that's exactly what I'm talkin' about. You lie to your friends because if they knew the real you, they'd be freaked. It's just—it'd be easier if—"

"If I was like you." Sam interrupted. I was starting to feel just a tad uncomfortable, but for some reason this conversation seemed like it had happened before.

"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 perks." Dean pulled out a gun and handed it over to Sam. He chuckled and shook his head. We went back to the manhole and started to explore. It was dark and damp, it was even worse because the stench was much stronger.

"I think we're close to it's lair." Dean said his face a mask of disgust.

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"Because there's another puke-inducing pile next to Sammy's face." Sam turned and sure enough there was a pile of sickening flesh.

"Oh, God!" Sam cried backing away. Chris and Dean chuckled and I rubbed my arms. My gun was in my hands and I was hoping that I would be able to help kill it. It didn't matter it you thought think you had a reason or not. Killing innocent people is horrible and wrong. All of a sudden I was blindsided by the creature.

(Chris's P.O.V.)

The shifter we were hunting came out of no where and lunged at Jen. She cried out and smacked it in the face with her rifle. It growled and I aimed. Just as I pulled the trigger it jumped out of the way, the bullet grazing Jen's arm. I could hear her let out a hiss of pain even from where I was. I didn't bother to apologize because I knew there was no time. It suddenly attacked Dean. Sam aimed and shot at it, but it turned and ran off.

"Go get the son of a bitch!" Dean growled. Sam and I nodded and took off. Son we were both left and a fork. I nodded for Sam to go one way while I went the other. Hearing noises I turned and ran after Sam. We followed after him and up another man hole. By the time we got out he had already gotten away. A moment later Dean came crawling out after us.

"Wait, where's Jen? Where the fuck is she!?" I screamed latching onto Dean's jacket.

"Chris! Back off for a moment." Sam said pulling me off of his brother. I thought back to her smiling face and my mind slowly went blank. "We have to find her." I muttered cocking my gun. It was night and the cool air was starting to clear my mind.

"Alright, let's split up." Sam said. I nodded and we all ran off into different directions. People were all over the street as my eyes furiously scanned each person's face. People stared and muttered as I passed by a rifle strapped to my back and a smaller gun in my hand. Soon though Sam, Dean, and I managed to regroup.

"Anything?" Dean asked. I shook my head.

"Nothing." Replied Sam.

"Alright, let's get back to the car." We were heading back when I turned to tell Dean to catch up a car passed. From across the street it looked as though his eyes flashed. That's strange. Dean caught up to me and laughed.

"Almost got hit, now that would be a sad way to die." I gave a dry chuckle and nodded.

"Painfully sad." We were soon at the car and I leaned against the hood.

"You got the keys?" Dean asked holding his hand out to Sam. Wait, why would Dean ask Sam for the keys? I noticed Sam's jaw twitch as he turned around.

"Hey, didn't dad face a shape shifter in San Antonio once?"

"Hmm that was Austin." Dean replied smiling. "And actually it didn't turn out to be a shape shifter it was actually a thought form, a psychic projection, remember?" I could sense that something wasn't right, although I didn't know either of the two all that well Sam didn't seem to buy it. Then again, I could be wrong, he did looked convinced.

"Alright. "He smiled. He shook his head chuckling and threw Dean the keys. "Here you go." Dean leaned over and unlocked the trunk. I watched as Sam walked to the other side of the car.

"Don't move!" He demanded raising his gun. Realizing something was up, but not sure who to believe I pulled out two hand guns and raised one at each brother. "What have you done with him?"

"Dude, chill." Dean said raising his hands in peace. "It's me alright."

"No, I don't think so. Where's my brother?"

"You're about to shoot him." I groaned, this was starting to become really confusing. "A little help her Chris." I narrowed my eyes.

"I don't trust either of you right now. So shut your bloody trap."

"Sam calm down."

"You grabbed those keys with your left. Your shoulder was hurt."

"Yea it's better, what do you want me to do, cry?" Dean shrugged.

"You're not my brother."

"Why don't you pull the trigger then?" 'Dean' took a step closer to Sam. My fingers itched to shoot one of them and end the whole charade of who's-who. "Hmm, cause you're not sure. Dude, you know me."

"Don't." Sam replied. All of a sudden 'Dean' raised his arm and punched Sam a couple times and whacked him with a metal bar. Growling I raised both guns and him and shot. He dodged one and got hit in the leg with another. Then with inhuman force he threw the bar and me. I didn't have time to dodge as I hit me in the head.