"You're not her."

Sam chokes out, barely able to open his eyes through the swelling around them. It was so damn hard. Watching you beat him senseless. Even though he knew damn well it was just a shape-shifter. He couldn't bring himself to lay a hand on you.

"Oh, I'm not her?"

The shifter sneers. Sam flinches. God, the tone of it's…your voice was so painful to his ears.

"Maybe I'm what she wants to be. D'you really think she loves you? A college drop-out with nothing under his belt but a dead ex-girlfriend and a lifetime of baggage? Seriously, you really think a girl as perfect as her would really want you? Earth to Winchester, she wants something from you. And it sure as hell isn't your love. Or your money, which you have none of."

Sam clenches his jaw, closing his eyes slowly as he tries not to take what the shifter had said seriously. Part of him was worried it was true. Even though he knew you loved him so much…maybe he wasn't enough. A shot rings out through the sewer where the shifter had tied him up, and Sam watches helplessly as it's…your body falls lifeless to the ground.

"Honey…?"

Sam practically whimpers out, trying to crawl over to the shifter's form. God, it still looked like you. He was looking at you…dead.

"It ain't her, Sam. She's waitin' up at one of the vic's houses, helpin' him talk to the police."

Dean helps his brother up with a bit of trouble; Sam being reluctant to move.

"B…but that's my baby…but that's…I want her…"

Sam bites his lip hard, trying to bolt from Dean's grip to find you.

"Not a chance, Sammy. I ain't lettin' you grovel over some slimy shifters body. Goin' back to the vic's house to pick My Persona up and you can let her fix your face. Look like trash by the way."

Sam's lips curl up slightly at his brother's insult.

"M'kay. She'll be there…?"