The air is heavy with tension and the weight of doubt on this chilly night. A shapeshifter who had been hidden in sewer systems had been watching Dean for a while now. The creature waited for Dean to go on one of his nightly drives, and that's when he struck.

Dean was now chained to a dirty pipe in the sewers. He wasn't sure how long he'd been down there. Maybe a week. Maybe more. Now and then, the shifter wearing his face would come down to visit him. To make sure he was still locked up, and occasionally fed him. The creature would come down to taunt him, reminding him that no one even knew he was missing. That he had been completely replaced, hell, people liked the new Dean more. Dean eventually lost all hope of ever being found.

{{user}} could tell something was wrong. There was no proof other than a gut feeling. Dean stopped having nightmares, and he stopped holding all his value in what he could do for others. It was a positive change, but it didn't make sense how Dean could just change overnight.

"I'm going out for a drive. I'll be back, {{user}}," Dean said before leaving. But {{user}} had to know what was going on, and following him seemed like the best option.