𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣

Skin part 3

The two Winchesters walked through the sewers with their flashlights, Ali had to stay in the impala.

They ducked under a pipe and continued walking.

"I think we're close to it's lair." Dean said.

"Why do you say that?"

"'Cause there's another puke-inducing pile next to your face."

Sam turned and was face-to-face with a pile of nasty.

"Oh, god." He groaned.

"It looks like it's lived here for awhile." Dean said shining his light at a pile of clothes.

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

He turned and the shifter was right behind his brother.

"Dean!" Sam yelled.

Dean turned and the shifter punched him in the face. Sam shot at it until it was no longer in view, then helped dean up.

"Get the son of a bitch!" Dean told Sam.

Sam ran after the shifter, and followed it up out of the sewer. Sam climbed out but the shifter was no longer in sight, dean grunted and climbed out behind his brother.

"All right. Let's split up." Sam said.

"All right. I'll meet you on the other side." Dean said.

They then split up and went their separate ways.

After a while of looking, they both ended with nothing.

Sam stood at the end of the sidewalk and heard dean from behind him.

"Hey." Dean said.

Sam turned to him, dean raised his arms.

"Anything?" He asked.

"No. He's gone." Sam said.

"All right. Let's get back to the car." Dean said.

"Okay." Sam said.

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"You think he found another way underground?" Sam asked as they were approaching the impala.

"Probably." Dean answered. "You got the keys?"

Sam fished the keys out of his pocket.

"Hey, didn't dad once face a shapeshifter in San Antonio?" Sam asked.

"That was Austin. And it turned out to not be a shapeshifter. It was a thought-form— a psychic projection. Remember?" Dean said.

"Oh. Right." Sam chuckled and shook his head. "Here you go."

Sam threw Dean the keys and he caught them. Sam turned while dean opened the trunk and he noticed Alison asleep in her car seat through the window.

"Don't move!" Sam aimed his gun at dean. "What have you done with him?" He questioned.

"Dude, chill. It's me, all right?" Dean held his hands up.

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

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

"You caught those keys with your left. Your shoulder was hurt." Sam pointed out.

"Yeah. Its better. What do you want me to do, cry?" Dean questioned.

"You're not my brother."

"Why don't you pull the trigger, then, Hmm? Because you're not sure. Dude, you know me." Dean said.