Harley Winchester - Season 1- Supernatural Rewrite

Skin (Final Part)

I slowly opened my eyes to see darkness. I could hear my brothers though, thank god.

"Where is Babe?" I heard Dean ask.

"I don't know he knocked me out before her."

"Damn it!"

I decided this was my time to speak up.

"Don't fret boys, the party is here."

"Oh Babe thank god."

"Pea I'm so sorry are you okay?"

"I'm fine Sammy, where is he?"

"He went over to Rebecca's." Sam informed us.

"Well, he is smart, he picked the handsome one." Dean remarked.

I was already working on my rope, but it's not the fastest way in the world. I had to feel the ropes with the magic and see which ways I could untie it.

"He didn't just look like you, he was you, or he was becoming you Dean."

"What do you mean?" I asked just about free.

"I don't know, it's like he was downloading your thoughts and memories."

"You mean like the Vulcan mind-meld?" Dean asked.

"Yeah something like that, I mean maybe that's why he didn't just kill us."

I had rid my body of the ropes. I had stood up to go untie Dean when I bumped into him. Looked like he got out too. We both walked over to Sam and started to free him.

"Maybe, he needs to keep us alive, a physic connection, hands." Dean observed.

I started untieing Sammy's neck as Dean did his hands.

"Yeah, come on, we got to go, he's probably at Rebecca's already."

Sam forced his way out of the sewer as he grabbed my hand and helped me up.

"Come on, we got to find a phone, call the police."

"Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, you're gonna put an APB out on me?" Dean asked.

"Sorry."

"Boys this way."

We were standing outside a TV store watching the news where it showed a picture of Dean.

"Man, it's not even a good picture." Dean complained.

"It's good enough." I said as I grabbed Dean's hand and followed Sam.

"They said attempted murder, at least we know-" Sam tried reassuring.

"I didn't kill her."

"I'll check with Rebecca in the morning to see if she's all right." Sam said.

"First I want to find that handsome devil and kick the holy crap out of him."

"Dean, we have no weapons, no silver bullets." I mentioned.

"Guys, the guy is walking around with my face, it's a little personal, I want to find him."

"Okay, where do we look?" Sam gave in.

"We could start with the sewers."

"We have no weapons, he stole our guns, we need more."

"The car?" I questioned.

"I'm betting he drove it over to Rebecca's." Sam said.

"The news said he fled on foot, I bet it's still parked there."