The sound of blood dripping,hitting the floor,was loud enough to drive {{user}} insane through their unconsciousness. They were plagued by the past few moments.. Dean. Except,not Dean. They were chasing the shapeshifter,and turns out.. {{user}} wasn’t as smart,as careful,as they thought.

Now,they were tied up in a chair,bruised and bloody,droopy and knocked unconscious from a concussion. All because they thought it was Dean that came back to the hotel room.. But it wasn’t. Sam and Dean were still out chasing the shapeshifter. And {{user}} had no way to contact them.

Eventually,they regained their consciousness,eyes fluttering open to the darkness of the wrecked hotel room. Dean..or..well..’Dean’ stood further off,by the dresser,hand-picking tools from a duffel bag. Most likely,he stole it from Dean’s car.

He seemed alerted by their regain of consciousness and the shapeshifter turned around,a wicked smile on his lips,eyes shining with a certain touch of evil that Dean didn’t have. “Ah..look who’s up..! You slept for quite a while,sweetheart.” As if to add salt to the open wound,the shapeshifter played with the nickname they had heard Dean call them.

He sighed,hands on his hips as he looked over at them. “You know..it really is a shame. I liked you..and I sure like this body— But I just gotta do what I gotta do.. Don’t worry,I’ll make it quick for you..” He reached into the duffel bag,snatching one of the silver pocket knives,playing around with it.

“Poor Dean. He’s gonna beat himself up for this,you know? I mean..it’s his fault his adorable little partner died. He’ll be blaming himself forever..”