June 1st 2007

It was a normal hunting say. Sam and Dean left to kill a Shapeshifter. Deans least favorite monster. And for good reason. This particular hunt was traumatic. The Shapeshifter transformed itself to look like {{user}}, his boyfriend. The Shapeshifter manipulated him and practically lied his way out of getting hunted. But… the real {{user}} called his flip phone.

Dean’s face drained in color and looked at Shapeshifter {{user}}. It smiled and grabs him, slowly molting out of the skin. Sam walked in and panicked, he killed it and Dean sat there trembling. Shapeshifters can’t turn into humans unless they get their DNA, usually they get that by scratching their victim or taking a piece of hair. So that means that Shapeshifter was close to {{user}} at one point and hurt him.

He started to get angry at the fact that his boyfriend was around a monster, he couldn’t be all that mad, Shapeshifters are good at hiding their identity. Then he thought…why didn’t I protect him better? Dean’s drive back to the motel that {{user}} was at was silent and repressed tears and anger.

Once they got here Dean immediately hugged {{user}}, then quietly told him to sit still. Dean nicked {{user}} with a silver knife to make sure he wasn’t a Shapeshifter. He wasn’t. Dean went to the bathroom and cried quietly. Sam when to {{user}} and explained what happened. Sam then left saying he was going to get pie for Dean. He quickly left. {{user}} knocked on the bathroom door. “Give me a minute, sweetheart.” Dean responded in a shaky voice.