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Skin; Part Two
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"Honestly, it's the honest ones you want to watch for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something stupid." -Pirates of the Caribbean.

EMERY GROANED, FEELING A PAIN IN her cheek and the side of her head. As she peeled her eyes open, which took some time, she noticed a tarp draped over her body. Emery tried to move it, but the ropes binding her waist and hands dug into her skin.

She somehow got the tarp away from her head, just in time to see the shapeshifter walk into the room. It was a gross looking place, with rusted metal walls and dirt everywhere.

"Wow, Emery, you're the first to wake," The shapeshifter noted, walking over to Emery and pushing his lips roughly against hers. Due to surprise, the monster was able to push his tongue into the girl's mouth, deepening the kiss. Once her senses came back, Emery clamped her teeth on to the monster's tongue, tasting the metallic taste of blood as it flooded her mouth.

The shapeshifter pulled his mouth away, backhanding her cheek, Emery hissing as pain shot through her body. Obviously, there was a bruise there. Turning back toward the creature (the momentum of the slap had turned her head), Emery spat the mixture of saliva, his blood from his tongue, and the blood from her cut open on her lip, onto 'Dean''s face.

"Have you always been this feisty?" The shapeshifter laughed, wiping angrily at the stuff on his face. He gripped onto Emery's cheeks, pushing on them so she couldn't talk. "No wonder Dean liked you when he was younger."

Suddenly, a groan sounded from across Emery, the shapeshifter turning to see Sam's eyes blink open. The monster smirked, letting go of Emery and walking to Sam. Once in front of him, 'Dean' backhanded Sam too. Recovering quickly, Sam glared at the creature.

"Where are they?" Sam asked, before his eyes met Emery's. "Where's Dean?"

"I wouldn't worry about him," the shapeshifter admitted. "I'd worry about you."

"Where is he?" This time, Emery spat it out, glaring at the thing.

"Oh, Darling, you really don't want to know," the shapeshifter chuckled, before turning back to Sam. "I swear, the more I learn about you and your family... I thought I came from a bad background."

"What do you mean, learn?" Sam asked. Suddenly, the shapeshifter stopped whatever it was doing (Emery didn't have the best angle) and clutched it's head in pain. The grimace on his face gave away it's distaste, his hand twitching on the side of its head. What was wrong with it?

Sam and Emery gave each other a confused look, before turning back to the monster.

"What was that about, Shifter?" Emery asked.

The thing ignored her, however, and Emery took this as a chance. She could feel a knife she stashed in her converse pressing against her ankle. She was somehow able to twist and grab it.

"He's sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home. With Dad. You don't think I had dreams of my own? But Dad needed me. Where the hell were you?"

"Where is my brother?" Sam ground out, glaring at the thing.

It leaned in close to Sam, smirking. "I am your brother. See, deep down, I'm just jealous. You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I'm a freak. And sooner or later, everyone's gonna leave me."

"What are you talking about?" Emery and Sam asked in unison, the former starting to saw away at the thick rope binding her wrists together.

"You left. Hell, I did everything Dad asked me to and he ditched me, too. No explanation, nothing, just poof. Left me with your sorry ass. But, still, this life? It's not without perks," Shifter laughed before smirking at Emery, who stopped sawing to avoid suspicion. "I meet the nicest people."

The shifter walked to Emery, smirking and leaning so he was eye level with the girl. "Like little Becky. You know, Dean would bang her if he had the chance," Emery felt anger boil her veins as she death glared at the monster. "Let's see what happens."

Suddenly, the shifter grabbed the tarp that was covering Emery and tucked it over her head again.

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Emery had gotten the tarp off of herself and was still sawing away at the ropes with her knife. How thick could the ropes be? Seriously.

She heard Sam say something under his breath, before she finally heard the snapping of the ropes around her wrist. She let out a cheer, before trying to wiggle her way out of the other ropes.

The shifter tied them too tightly. With a sigh, Emery started sawing again. She stops sawing when she hears movement somewhere else in the room and then someone coughing.

"That better be you, Sam, Em, and not that freak of nature," Dean's voice echoes through the dirty room. Emery and Sam laugh.

"Yeah, it's me," Emery and Sam chorus.

"He went to Rebecca's, looking like you," Sam explains, obviously trying to get his ropes undone.

Emery would have throw him her knife, but she doubted he'd catch it. So, the girl started sawing her own ropes again.

"Well, he's not stupid. He picked the handsome one," Dean pointed out.

As Sam gave Dean a confused look over his shoulder, Emery let out a laugh.

"That's debatable, Winchester! Sam has got amazing hair!" Emery said, before focusing (once again) on the ropes.

It took a little bit, but Emery let out a triumph shout when the ropes finally fell from her body. She got up and stretched, before going to explore the lair. Sam and Dean could get out by themselves.

"Yeah," she heard faintly as she walked along, frowning when she saw the pile of skin. Emery dodged it, before looking at the pile of clothes laying beside it. "That's the thing. He didn't just look like you, he was you. Or was becoming you."

Emery made her way back, realizing that the thing had their weapons and stashed them some place else. She stopped in her stop when she notice Dean in just his t-shirt that he wore under his plaid. His biceps where on full display, and Emery bit her lip, fighting against the hormonal thoughts.

"What do you mean?" Dean asks.

"It was weird," Emery spoke up, distracting her mind. "It was like he was stealing your thoughts, feelings, and memories."

"You mean, like the Vulcan mind meld?" Dean asked, and Emery shook her head.

"Yeah, something like that. I mean, maybe that's why he doesn't just kill us," Dean gets up from his spot, untangling himself from his ropes. Emery bit her lip as she checked him out, watching as he help Sam out of his ropes.

"Maybe he needs to keep us alive. Psychic connection," Dean stated, trying to untie Sam's ropes.

"Hands," Sam stated and Dean went to untie them. "Come on, we gotta go. He's probably at Rebecca's already."

It took Dean a little bit, before Emery finally interrupted him, pulling out the knife she had stashed in her pocket. She cut Sam loose, feeling Dean's glare. When she stood up, Emery noticed his eyes soften, looking at her face.

"What happened to your cheek?" Dean asked, his voice gentle.

"Why don't you ask the shifter, he's the one who hit it," Emery scoffed.

To end the discussion, Emery made her way to find a way out of the place. They found it easily enough, actually having to jump out of a window. Sam went first, Emery getting help down as she went second. Dean brought up the rear, landing on his feet.

"I think we should call the police," Emery stated.

Dean looked at her as if she was crazy. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! You're gonna put an APB out on me!"

Sam and Emery shrug.

"Sorry," Sam apologizes.

"This way," Dean rolled his eyes, before they took off running down the street, Dean leading.

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After calling the police, Sam, Emery, and Dean were watching the news on some display televisions. The reporter talked about the incident, before a drawing of Dean came on screen.

Even if the sketch artist wasn't the greatest, Emery had to admit, Dean still looked good.

"Man! That's not even a good picture!" Dean complains.

"I think it's better than anything you can do," Emery raised her eyebrow.

Sam looked around cautiously, ignoring Emery's comment. "It's good enough."

"Man!" Dean whines, before him and Emery follow after the ever moving Sam.

Since everyone could now recognize Dean's face, the three hunters had decided to take alleyways and backroads. As they were heading through one, walking quite fast, Dean stepped into a puddle. He looked pissed off and Emery couldn't help but let out a giggle.

"Come on," Sam says, before pausing, obviously collecting his words. "They said attempted murder. At least we know-"

"-I-" Dean started.

"-he-" Emery started at the same time.

"-didn't kill her," the two finished together.

"We'll check with Rebecca in the morning, see if she's all right," Sam stated.

"All right," Dean agreed. "But first I wanna find that handsome devil and kick the holy crap out of him."

They suddenly stopped walking and Emery felt the fight coming on. She swore, the two fought about everything. Emery tuned them out, think about the fact that they don't have any weapons. Something clicked in her mind, Emery exclaiming, "The car!"

Sam had obviously been thinking the same thing and Emery had piped in at the right time of the argument.

"If I was a gambler, I'm betting it drove it to Rebecca's," Emery stated smugly, proud of herself.

"The news said he fled on foot. I bet it's still parked there," Sam stated, nodding at Emery with approval in his eyes. She gave him a proud smile, sort of like a five-year-old would.

Dean suddenly shivered, looking angry, "the thought of him driving my car."

"All right, let's go," Sam rolled his eyes, the three hunters starting to walk in the direction of Rebecca's house.

"It's killing me," Dean stated.

"Let it go."

It took them a little while to walk to Rebecca's house, but they finally found it. They were walking around the side, Emery smiling as she noticed Dean smile when he noticed Baby still parked on the street.

"Oh, there she is! Finally, something went right tonight!" Dean said, relieved.

Suddenly, a police car turned on to the street, parking next the the Impala. Emery stopped, staring wide-eyed at the car.

"Oh, crap," Dean voiced everyone's thoughts.

The three turned around, going to run that way, noticing a cop car parked a few yards away. Emery looks around frantically, before she noticed the fence. She turned to the cop car, back to the fence, noticing Dean is already urging them toward it. Someone has to distract the cops.

"This way, this way," Dean urged, Sam and Emery sharing a look.

"Go, we'll hold them off," Emery said.

"What are you talking about? They'll catch you!" Dean said, staring at the two.

"Look, they can't hold us. Just go, keep out of sight. Meet us at Rebecca's!" Sam said, and Dean started climbing over the wooden fence.

"And, Dean!" Emery called, the man turning back once he reached the top of the fence, straddling it. "Stay out of the sewers alone!" Dean jumped over the rest, Emery hearing the thud of him hitting the ground. When he didn't say anything, she huffed. "I mean it, Winchester!"

"Yeah, yeah," Dean called, before Emery heard the slamming of the car door.

Emery panicked, so she grabbed the back of Sam's neck and hugged him close to her, resting her mouth on his collarbone. She hid her face in it as the police officer neared them. Emery felt Sam's arms wrap around her waist, bringing her slightly closer to him so she had to stand on her tip toes.

Damn, he was tall.

"Don't move! Keep your hands where I can see 'em!" A deep voice yelled, Emery and Sam splitting apart, their eyes widening like they've been caught down something illegal.

They both raised their hands slowly above their heads, giving each other a look. Dean had better have listened to Emery.

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After the police had talked to Sam and Emery and let them go, the two rushed back to Rebecca's house. As they stood at her door, explaining about the whole shapeshifter thing and apologizing about not coming clean sooner. Rebecca took it like a champ, especially after they told her the one that had tortured her was actually the shapeshifter and not Dean.

Rebecca then proceeded to invite them into the house and offer them beer. Emery nervously bounced her knee up and down, waiting for Dean to show up. Sam was talking with Rebecca about the monster, both of them sipping on beers. Emery had finished hers, Sam not long after, before Rebecca smiled as she went to get them new ones.

"-um, say it is real. How do you kill it?" Emery finally tuned in, realizing Dean probably didn't listen to her.

"Thanks," Sam and Emery politely said as Rebecca handed them both a new, opened beer.

"Silver bullet to the heart," Sam then stated.

"You guys really are crazy," Rebecca said, and suddenly, Emery jumped up at the sound of glass breaking. Sam fell over on the couch, unconscious, and Emery watched as Rebecca's eyes flashed silver.

"You son of a bitch," Emery seethed, Rebecca laughing.

The two circled each other, before Emery made the first move and threw her beer at the shifter, distracting it. It seemed to work and Emery made a move to roundhouse kick the girl in the face.

However, the thing had fast reflexes and caught Emery's foot, shoving her back. Emery caught herself, after stumbling, and the two started throwing punches at each other.

They moved around the living room, Emery grabbing a picture frame and throwing it at the shifter. It nicked the thing in the eye and Emery made her move again. She landed a punch to the jaw, the thing catching her hand and growling. Emery tried to pull her arm loose, but the attempt was futile.

"You're hot, but annoying," the shifter said, before grabbing the back of Emery's head and slamming it on the table she had picked the picture up from.

When Emery woke up, her hands bound together, the first she noticed was the pounding in her head. Then, she noticed the fact that Dean was in front of Sam, finishing tying him up, Sam's eyes fluttering open. Once the thing made sure that Sam wasn't going anywhere, he made his way into the kitchen.

"What are you going to do to us?" Sam asked, his voice hoarse.

"Oh, I'm not going to do anything. Dean will, though," the shifter said.

"They won't catch him," Emery spat, glaring at the creature. "Like ever."

"Oh, doesn't matter. Murder in the first of his own brother and 'girlfriend'? He'll be hunted the rest of his life," 'Dean' said, picking up a knife from the knife block, examining it.

He then made his way back to the living room, still holding the knife. The shifter smirked at Emery, who glared in return.

"I must say, I will be sorry to lose this skin. Your brother's got a lot of good qualities," the shifter made his way to some bottle of liquor, looking through them. He then proceeded to get a glass. "You should appreciate him more than you do." He picked up one of the bottles (after setting the knife down), a amber coloured liquid pouring out and into the glass. "Cheers." The shifter picked up the glass, bringing it to his lips, drinking the liquid. The monster than grabbed the knife and stabbed it into the edge of the pool table.

Sam looked at the blade, then at Emery, giving her a curt nod. Suddenly, Sam kicks the shifter, sits up, cutting his bound wrists with the knife. Emery was looking at Sam, her face sorry as she couldn't hold the shifter down.

The creature got up and Sam grabbed the knife, swinging it at the monster. 'Dean' grabbed his arm mid-swing and twisted it. The knife cluttered to the floor, sliding to Emery, who expertly picked it up and cut her bounds as well.

"Oh, you son of a bitch," the shifter says and then the two boys are wrestling on the floor. Sam was trying to pin the creature down, it smirking up at him. "Not bad, little brother."

"You're not him," Sam grounds out, Emery joining in the fight as they stood up. They fought for a while, each getting a considerable amount of injuries. Emery tried to kick 'Dean' in the face, distract him as Sam went to punch him again. The shifter grabbed Emery's ankle with both hands, swinging her around, hitting Sam. They both flew into the bookshelf, breaking it, the books falling down on them.

Emery was up in no time, ignoring the taunting the shifter was saying to Sam. She swung her fist, 'Dean' catching it and pulling her closer. Sam was up and going to hit the shifter, who sent Emery flying back at Sam. Who caught her, thankfully, though the pain of a pool cue hitting her back made her yelp. Sam pushed her out of the way, the two males starting to fight again.

Emery watched defenceless as Sam took a beating and a couple minutes of watching them send hits to each other led them to going over the couch and onto the coffee table. As the shifter started choking Sam, Emery stepped in, sending a kick to 'Dean''s face. It knocked him off of Sam, but his attention was now on her.

"Why, you little bitch," he spat, and swung to backhand her. She blocked him, jutting her hand to his nose and breaking it. The shifter glared, grabbing the girl and pushing her against the wall, his hands squeezing her airways shut as his lifted her up by her neck.

"Hey!" The shifter dropped Emery, who was gasping for air and turned to the real Dean, who had Rebecca behind him. The actual Dean aimed the gun at the shifter, glaring before he pulled the trigger. Two gun shots later, the shifter stumbled back from the bullets, landing on another coffee table and collapsing it.

It was finally dead.

Emery didn't know what was going on as she tried to get a steady amount of air back into her lungs. She felt helpless, with her pounding cheek and head, as well as the other sustained injuries she had gotten during the fight.

Really, all she wants to remember is Dean shooting the creature, before pulling off the necklace that Sam gave him, sending the two a nod.

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The next morning, they were at Rebecca's, Emery and Dean waiting in the car for Sam. He was saying goodbye to the college friend, while Emery and Dean were looking at the map.

Emery looked up in time for Rebecca to wave at her, both Dean and her waving back. She had grown to quite like the girl over the past couple of days they were there.

But, alas, all good things must come to an end.

Sam walked over to the car, smiling at the two other hunters.

"So, what about that Zack guy?" Emery asked, giving Sam a smile.

"Cops are blaming this Dean Winchester guy for Emily's murder. They found the murder weapon in the guy's lair, Zack's clothes stained with her blood. Now, they're thinking maybe the surveillance tape was tampered with," Emery giggled, nudging Dean with her elbow. "Yeah, Becca says Zack will be released soon."

Sam smiled as Dean rolled his eyes. The hunters then got into the car. Emery gave one last wave to Rebecca before Dean started the Impala and they were driving again.

As Emery jammed out to Van Halen song (she didn't know which one and she didn't really care) she heard the oddest thing.

Dean apologizing.

"Sorry, man," It filled the air of the Impala, making Emery sit up straight in about .5 seconds. She looked generally shocked.

"About what?" Sam said and Emery raised her eyebrows. Were those two serious? This is a big thing!

"I really wish things could be different, you know? I wish you could just be... Joe College," Dean stated and Emery relaxed a bit.

"No, that's okay," Sam replied. "You know, the truth is, even at Stanford, deep down, I never really fit in."

"Well, that's 'cause you're a freak," Dean stated, Emery cuffing him. He glared at her in the rearview mirror.

"Yeah, thanks," Sam retorted sarcastically.

"Well, Emery and I are freaks too. We're with ya, all the way," Dean says, Sam laughing.

"Yeah, I know you are."

"You know, I gotta say, I'm sorry I'm gonna miss it."

"Miss what?"

"How many chances am I gonna have to see my own funeral?"

"Dean, to disguise yourself, you know what you should do?" Emery spoke.

"What?" He questioned confused.

"Grow out your beard," Emery laughed, smiling at the two boys.

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edited.

Thanks so much for reading! More than 5k reads. THANK YOU SO MUCH!

I did this from memory (and I looked up the transcript) so sorry if it sucks. Plus, I suck at writing fight scenes too #sorrynotsorry

Anyway, like I said, important note.

Okay...

1. I won't be updating next week since I have exams and I need to study (sorry, really sorry). The week after I will be updating late since I'll be recovering since I also have exams then too

2. Am I writing this okay? I feel like I'm writing Sam and Dean wrong, and I could really use some feedback.

3. I feel like season one is dragging, so I may skip some episodes, if that's okay.

4. If I make an ask.fm for Emery, would you guys ask her questions? I think it would be a cool way for you guys to get to know her.

5. Is there anything you guys would like to know about Emery if you don't want me to make an ask.fm for her? Comment below and I'll try to fit it in the next chapter or so.

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