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(6.2) ─ "Dean"

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫:
‧⁺˚*‧☾ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡, 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬☽‧*˚⁺‧

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"I think we're close to its lair," Dean announced as his voice bounced off the sewer walls. "Why do you say that?" Sam questioned making Dean turn back towards them, shining his light at the younger brother's face, "Because there's another puke-inducing pile next to your face." Sam's head snapped towards the pile of blood and skin hung on a pipe jerking his head away from it. Carmen closed her eyes, swallowing harshly and taking a deep breath exhaling through her nose. With the mixture of all the different disgusting rank smells that she didn't want to even think of what they could be, and with all these stomach turning piles she was happy they hadn't eaten anything before coming down here. "I'm taking 30 showers tonight," She remarked, hearing what she thought were footsteps behind her. Shining her light down where they had just come from.

"Looks like it's lived here for a while," Dean stated, shining his light towards a dirty pile of clothes.

"Who knows how many murders he's gotten away with?" Sam added.

Someone was following them. While she didn't have physical proof it was a feeling, a very strong feeling. The minute she had her back to anything besides her brothers or the wet brick walls her stomach would drop and start doing flips. The hair at the naps of her neck stood on ends and her arms got covered in goosebumps. Something was following them. Turning back towards her brothers to see someone behind Dean. "Dean!"

His body snapped towards where she was looking and quickly got punched by the shapeshifter. Dean fell to the ground right onto his left shoulder. The shapeshifter ran away as Sam shot after it, missing it. Carmen was bent down checking Dean's shoulder before Sam came back over and the two helped him up. "Get the son of a bitch!" The youngest sibling led them through the small maze back to the manhole. Climbing out of the manhole, Carmen helping Dean out while Sam looked around the street, "Alright, let's split up,"

"Alright, we'll meet you around the other side." Dean told Sam as Carmen shook her head, "Have none of y'all since a single horror movie?" Sam rolled his eyes, shaking his head, turning around and walking in the opposite direction. "Just stay close," Dean told her as she followed him.

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Forty-five minutes had passed. Forty-five whole minutes and only Sam waited at the street corner. Going from looking down either side of him to checking his phone, to texting each of them, to calling them and still nothing from either one of them. His worries and anxieties about to overcome him before he finally heard a familiar voice, "Hey," Dean shouted walking up from his right side. "Anything?" He asked, putting his hand on Sam's shoulder, "No. He's gone."

"Alright, let's get back to the car,"

Sam's brows quickly knitted together watching only his older brother crossing the small street, "Where's Carmen?"

"She said she would meet us by the car. Forgotten something." He answered as Sam slowly followed him thinking it was a bit strange that Carmen would simply run back to the Impala. And the fact that Dean wasn't calling the Impala, the Impala or Baby. "Do you think he found another way underground?"

"Yeah, probably," Dean replied as they reached the Impala. "Hey, where's the keys?"

Sam stopped and turned around, "Hey, didn't Dad once face a shapeshifter in San Antonio?" He asked causing Dean to think about it for a second. "Oh, that was Austin. It turned out not to be a shapeshifter, it was a thought form. A physic projection, remember?" He nodded at his answer, "Oh, right. Here ya go." He threw him the keys, which he caught with his left arm. Taking note of everything weird that was happening. That wasn't his brother.

Hearing the person opening the trunk, glancing over his shoulder as he walked towards the passenger side of the car, seeing the creature smile. Silently pulling out his gun, "Don't move!" 'Dean" turned, seeing the gun barrel pointed at him. "What have you done with my brother and sister?"

"Bro, chill. It's me, all right?"

"I don't think so, where is my brother?"

"You're about to shoot him. Just calm down,"

"You caught those keys with your left shoulder. That shoulder was hurt," He pointed out. "Yeah, it's better. What do you want me to do, cry?"

"You're not my brother,"

"Why don't you pull the trigger, then? Hm?" He said walking closer to him. "Cause you're not sure. You know me," Sam looked down as he did seeing two large cuts on 'Dean's' arm. Smirking at the thought of Carmen stabbing this creature. "Don't" He warned, but the shapeshifter paused for a moment before quickly reaching into the trunk and swiftly hitting him with a crowbar.

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Sam's eyes slowly blinked open, taking in the dingy dusty room. His neck and hands bound to a wooden post, and still no sign of either of his siblings. Only seeing the shapeshifter, still looking exactly like Dean, walking over to him and backhanding him fully waking him up. Groaning, rolling his head back towards the creature, "Where are they? Where's Carmen and Dean?"

"I wouldn't worry about them. I'd worry about you."

"Where are they?"

The shapeshifter looked dead into his eyes, "You don't really wanna know." He chuckled. "I swear, the more I learn about you and your family, I thought I came from a bad background." He took a few steps back, turning away from him. "What do you mean learn?" The shifter turned back towards him smirking malevolent, swiftly grabbing his face. In those moments all Sam could do was give him a confused look. Studying the shapeshifter as he suddenly relaxed, "He 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. Carmen needed me. Where the hell were you?"

"Where is my brother?" He sternly asked, not wanting to hear anything he had to say. "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, everybody's gonna leave me."

"What are you talkin' about?"

"You left! Hell, Carmen and I did everything Dad asked us to, and you ditched us. Carmen needed you. We're all she had." He stated never breaking eye contact with the Winchester. "You know I'm right. I can see it. No explanation, nothin' just proof. Left me with her, you can be a pain, and your sorry ass. But still, this life? It's not without perks." He laughed, shaking his head lightly. "I meet the nicest people. Like little Becky. You know, Dean would bang her if he had the chance. Let's see what happens. " He smirked, walking over to a table and picking up a white sheet, covering Sam with it before  leaving.

Sam waited a few moments, making sure the creature had fully left before moving his head around, wiggling the sheet down from his head. Tugging on the ropes trying to find anytype of losing on them, but got nothing. "Damn it,"

"Language!" Carmen's voice shouted.

"That better be you guys, and not that freak of nature," Dean's voice added.

Sam grinned hearing the sounds of his siblings' voices, like it was some relief washed off of him. "Yeah, it's me."  "Good, because I was scared I was going to stab the wrong brother." Carmen stated finally sawing her way through her ropes with her butterfly knife. Getting up from the ground rounding the small corner and leaning down on Sam's side. Taking her knife and cutting through the thick ropes pretty quickly. "Thank god, you're alright." He said to her letting out a sigh rubbing his lightly rope burned wrist. "He went to Rebecca's, lookin' like you."

She made her way to Dean, who was on the floor, crouching down and starting to saw through his ropes. "Well, he's not stupid. He picked the handsome one," The oldest remarked, making her raise a brow at him, "I will leave your ass in this sewer." She finally cut through his ropes just as Sam walked over to them, "We need to go."  "Yup," Dean agreed as Carmen helped him up, "He's probably at Rebecca's already."

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"Come on. We gotta find a phone, call the police." Sam said as they finally climbed out of the manhole (once again) onto another random alley way. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You're gonna put an APB out on me?" Dean protested as Sam shrugged, "Sorry." Both looked over towards Carmen wanting her to agree with either one of them. Instead going down the way that had the most lights coming from it, "This way."

Walking down the sidewalk at all the different shops that lined it. Stopping in front of a store window that was filled with TV's that were currently on reporting the news. "An anonymous tip led police to a home in the Central West End, where a S.W.A.T team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. Her attacker, a white male, approximately twenty-four to thirty years of age, was discovered hiding in her home."

"Man! That's not even a good picture," Dean whined, earning a slap on the back of his head from Carmen. "It's good enough," Sam said as they walked away, walking behind different houses. "Come on," Dean whispered in announces after stepping into a pretty deep puddle.

"It did say attempted murder, right? At least we know-"

"I didn't kill her." Dean quickly cut Sam off. "We know you didn't, but I don't think people are gonna think shapeshifter." Carmen stated.

"We'll check with Rebecca in the morning, see if she's alright," The younger brother suggested. "Alright, but first I wanna find that handsome devil and kick the holy crap out of him." Dean fumed as they all stopped. "We have no weapons. No silver bullets." Sam pointed out. "Sam, the guy's walkin' around with my face, okay, it's a little personal, I wanna find him." The oldest seethed. "Hey, unless you're suddenly the man of steel, you aren't goin' to be able to do anything." She told him in her natural sarcastic tone.

"Okay... so where do we look?" Sam asked. "Well, we could start with the sewers," Dean suggested. "We have no weapons. He stole our guns, and unless Carmen's butterfly knife is pure silver, we need more." Sam complained.

"Well, first of all it isn't made of silver, you should know cause you gave it to me. And second off, he didn't take everything." She stated pulling out the shiny dagger from her waistband that was made of pure silver, making both of them smile proudly at them. "And lastly, the Impala, where is it?" She asked already knowing the answering to that question, all while tucking the blade back into her waistband. "I'm bettin' he drove over to Rebecca's," Dean stated as they finally understood what she was getting at. "The news said he fled on foot. I bet it's still parked there." Sam suggested.

"The thought of him drivin' my car." Dean seethed as his jaw clenched. "Alright, come on," Sam said as he led them towards Rebecca's house. "It's killin' me." Carmen pulled on her older brothers arm, "You can bet his ass later."

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"Oh, there she is! Finally, something went right tonight," Dean cheered seeing the shiny black Impala parked right to the side of Rebecca's house. And just like that he cursed them. A police car appeared out of nowhere parking up next to the Impala. "Oh, crap." The three turned around, but yet another police car was already there. "This way, this way," Dean said, pushing Carmen and Sam in front of him, towards a fence.

"You two go. I'll hold 'em off."

"What are you talking about?" Carmen asked holding onto the fence about to climb it but stopped after hearing that. "Like hell you are. Sam, they'll catch you," Dean added.

"They can't hold me. Just go, keep out of sight. You two meet me at Rebecca's." He told them.

Dean made sure Carmen had gotten safely over the fence before he climbed over. "Hey," Sam said, making both of them turn to face him through the chain. "Carmen, stay on his ass. Stay out of the sewers alone, both of you." She nodded but Dean didn't say anything, just taking one last look at his baby brother. "I mean it!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

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The two had spent the rest of the night weaving through different alleyways. Ducking with held breaths at anything thought either one of them had heard those police sirens, or even thinking of seeing the lights. "Why the hell are we here?" Carmen whispered yelled as the morning sun was barely showing through, lighting everything with blue and gray tones. Dean was currently picking the lock to the trunk of the Impala. "We're going back into the sewers, Munchkin." He asked as her brows frowned, "But he said to stay away," She protested just as the trunk popped open. "Listen if you don't tell Sam, I'll let you have a gun."

"Deal," She agreed, breaking out into a grin.

He turned towards her about to hand her the small revolver, before quickly pulling it back away from her. "You only use it if you, or me are in danger."  "Right, because going after a shapeshifter in a wet slipper sewer is so safe." She mocked before seeing his expression meant her was being serious. "I promise," He nodded, smiling ever so slightly she couldn't even notice before handing it to her. "Good, then let's  move it."

The journey back into the sewer was like a second hand thought at this point to Carmen. Taking a mental note that she is forcing her brothers into letting her take the first shower, and definitely buying her new sheets. Reaching the room where the shifter had tied them up in and working off of there.

Fastly coming across another chamber filled with candles, some still lit, and chains. Piles of skin and blood were scattered around the floor like a sick mind field. Carmen watched where the two were stepping, as Dean watched their backs following her steps. Both stopping in each of their tracks looking up at each other as a sudden noise was able to be heard. Slowly and cautiously peering their way past a bookcase they were met with a figure covered with a white sheet. Dean nodded at Carmen, she ripped the sheet off while he was ready for who, or what, ever was under it.

"Rebecca?" They both asked seeing the blonde woman tied together with rope.

"What happened?" Dean asked while untying her, as Carmen held her arms and kept her steady. "I was walking home, and everything just went white. Someone hit me over the head, and I wound up here just in time to see that thing turned into me. I don't know, how is that even possible?" Dean had finished untying her, and Carmen slid her brown jacket, that she definitely had stolen from Sam, off and wrapped it around her.

"Can you walk?" Dean asked and she nodded. "We've gotta hurry, Sam went to you."

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Reaching Rebecca's house, the blonde woman stayed by the carb, Dean pulled out his gun as Carmen opened the door. Rushing into the house, into the living room to see the Shapeshifter on top of Sam strangling him.

"Hey, Waldo!" She yelled, getting its attention.

The Shifter got up off of Sam, rushing towards her. Getting inches away from her as she ducked to the ground relieving Dean aiming his gun right for the creature. Pulling the trigger and shooting it straight into its heart.

"Sam!" Rebecca's voice called neither one of them noticing she had snuck her way into the house. Her and Carmen helped Sam to his feet. All while Dean walked over the Shifter's body, seeing it had tooken Dean's body necklace. Leaning down and yanking it off, tossing it ever-so-lightly in his palm before looking over at his siblings a nodding towards them.

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Sam and Rebecca stood on the porch, finishing their goodbyes off with a hug. Once they pulled apart, they said a few words before she waved goodbye to Dean and Carmen, who had a map spread on the hood of the Impala. "So, what about your friend, Zack?" Dean asked after Sam walked back over to them.

"Cops are blamin' this Dean Winchester guy from 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." He explained causing his brothers eyes grow wide. "Yeah, Becca says Zack will be released soon,"

They all climbed into the car, "Sorry, man," Dean spoke up breaking some weird tone in the air. "About what?"  "I really wished things could be different, you know? I wish you could just be... Joe College."

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

"Well, that's 'cause you're a freak." Dean teased. "Yeah thanks,"  "Well, I'm a freak, too." He added grining. "I'm not, I'm a perfect little angel!" She smiled putting her hands under chin, They both laughed, Sam shook his head pushing on her forehead causing her to swat his hand away.

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

"Miss what?" Sam asked as both him and Carmen looked at him confused.

"How many chances am I gonna have to see my own funeral?" He stated smiling ear from ear. The youngest scoffed sitting back into her seat looking out the window as the Impala's engine started and the view started to move. On the road once more they had went.