Supernatural: Deana and Samantha

Shapeshifter

Chapter 11

I sat on the uncomfortable chair, cuffs around my wrists. I looked around the hall as I waited for the chief to come and question me. I sat there in utter silence and watched as a couple of hot cops walked by, checking me out. The chief, finely came, grabbed my arm, and led me to the investigating room.

"Listen, chief, I've got to get going so if we could just hurry this along that would be g-"

"Shut up and sit down!" he commanded. I shrugged as I slum down into the chair. Two more cops came in and stood by the door, staring at me intently.

"Listen, this, is a HUGE misunderstanding. I didn't do anything wrong." I said placing my hands on the table.

"Well, you WERE at the crime scene, and your fingerprints are all over the place, and-"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. but I still haven't explained myself." I replied with annoyance in my voice. The chief looked at the two officers with a suspicious look then turned to look at me. He leaned forward, intertwining his hands together and laying them on the table.

"Alright, explain." he said sternly.

I smirked, "Alright then." I kicked my feet up on the table and laid my hand on lap.

"So this is how it went."

:Flashback to 24 hrs ago:

"Dean are you serious?" I looked at Dean as I stared at my ridiculous disguise. "I look like a Barbie doll, no, wait scratch that a friggin' stripper! Are you kidding!" I shouted.

I looked at myself in disgust, while Sammie was holding back her laugh. "Shut up Sammie!" I shouted as I walked almost falling flat on my face, 'cause of the heels. I sat on the bed and looked at the shoes.

"These could kill people! Why would girls wear this kind of stuff!? It hurts!" I growled, staring at my feet.

"Well, first of all. You have to look the part. Second, cause your sister didn't want to and third, you look hot in that." Dean said with a cheeky smirk.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, this was not cool.

After reaching the carnival, yes a carnival. We all went our separate ways to investigate.

Here I'll catch you up. So apparently some girl was found dead at a carnival and another girl was arrested, but she says she didn't do it. So, we thought we'd check out the joint.

I walked into a tent, to find no one in here. I walked further inside to find the owner of the joint laying on the ground.

I crept up to him and lightly kicked his side. He didn't budge. Oh, crap. I knelt down and turned him over. His throat was slit, and the weapon was lying next to him. I looked at the weapon a bit closer...

"Silver..." Then cops came inside the tent and grabbed me from behind.

"Hey! What the heck man!" I shouted angrily. Then another cop came in.

"Your under arrest. Anything you can or say will be held against you." He said as he cuffed me. They pushed me out of the tent and towards one of their cars. I turned to find Dean, Sam, and Sammie staring at me in bewilderment.

I shrugged and stepped inside of the car.

:End of flashback:

"So that's what happened? You walk inside and see a guy lying on the ground and you just kick him?" I smirked and shrugged.

"Yeah, pretty much." He slammed his hands on the table, I just continued to smirk.

"You think you're funny?!"

"I think I'm adorable." I smirked. He walked out of the room along with the other two officers. Alright, my story was kind of true. If you want to know what really happened...

:Flashback to 24 hrs ago:

"Dean, are you serious? You want me to sign up for a friggin' carnival so we can find the thing that killed those people?" He looked me up and down.

"Yeah, pretty much." I groaned as I strapped the heels on and grabbed my coat. We drove to the carnival and we all went our separate ways.

"Okay it has to be a shapeshifter. So it could be anyone..... lovely." I walked into the ringmasters tent to find him fiddling with the silver knives.

"Hey, um, I'm here to audition for the knife thing." I said awkwardly The ringmaster looked up at me and smiled.

"Alright then." He tossed a knife at me and I dodged it, making it hit the wooden pole behind me.

"Dude! what the heck!" I shouted grabbing the knife behind me. I turned around to see him ready to stab me. I dodged him and tumbled to the ground landing on my face.

I pushed myself up to look at him. His eyes changed color.

"Shapeshifter." I whispered. He smiled and lunged at me again.

I tackled it to the ground, making him angrier. We rolled over and over until he was on top of me. I slashed at him only to find the knife no longer in my hand. I looked around frantically then saw it. It was a foot away from me. I reached as I pushed him away from me.

I had the knife in my hand and slashed his throat, blood pouring out. He choked for air as he fell to his side, placing his hand over the wound. I got to my feet, and kicked him on his side making him groan.

"You are the most disgusting creature on earth. You know that?" I asked as I stabbed him in the chest with the knife.

I then tossed the knife to his side and pretended to check him as I wiped the blood off of me, and my fingerprints off of the blade. Then the police came and you know the rest.

:end of flashback:

The chief dropped a box on the table. It was filled with my stuff at the motel, just my clothes. Thank goodness Dean cleared my stuff out.

"So you're saying you found him dead?" he asked.

"Yeah, I was just checking to see when I was going up then I found him lying there on the ground. I thought he had a late night, so I kicked him and he didn't budge so I turned him over and he had a slit throat." I said quickly. I just want to get out of here.

"Alright then." He slid the key in front of me. I caught with my hand and looked up at him.

"You're free to go. Now, hurry up before I change my mind." he said getting up and walking out of the room. I quickly unlocked the cuffs and grabbed my box of clothes and ran like there was no tomorrow. I almost tripped because of the heels, but I just kept on going.

Once I reached the exit the sun burned my eyes, but it felt good to be out of there. I turned when I heard the sound of an engine roar. I smirked as I looked at that beautiful 1967 Chevy impala that I missed so much. I walked up to the passenger side and slid in.

I sighed, "It feels good to be out of that place." I turned to look at Dean who was smirking as he pulled out of the parking lot and into the road.

"Well, next time you should be more subtle, or next time you'll be put in there for good." He said with a smirk.

"I don't know... I think I look hot in orange." I said with a cheesy smirk. He glared at me then turned back to the road.

"Not funny." he said sternly.

I nudged him lightly.

"Aw come on it was a little bit funny." I said with a chuckle.

"Not really."

"Such a buzzkill."

"Stupid."

"Jerk."

We just laughed after that and listened to Guns and Roses on our drive to the bunker.

End of chapter 11

Sorry I haven't uploaded for a while. our school went to a convention and it was REALLY busy so sorry!!! Love ya'll!

-Deana-