Dean stands out of the Impala, grabbing the gas hose. “Alright, I figured we’d hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight.” There is no response from Sam in the front seat. He seems enamored on his phone. “Sam wears women’s underwear.” Dean said, raising an eyebrow. “I’m listening, I’m just busy.” Sam said, exasperated. “Busy doing what?” You peek over the back seat to look at his flip phone. “Rebbeca?” You asked curiously reading off the name at the top of the email. “Yeah, she's one of my buddies from Stanford.” Sam spoke worriedly. “You still keep in touch with your college friends?” Dean poked his head through the window. “What did you tell them when you left?” You ask. “Told them I was going on a road trip.” “So you lied?” Dean questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. “No.. I just didn’t tell them everything.” Sam said softly. You interrupted: “That’s still lying.. But, what's the email about?"
Sam sighed, rubbing his eyes as he explained the email. “My friend Rebbeca is saying that our friend, her brother Zack, has been arrested for killing his girlfriend. She’s saying that she doesn’t believe it. That he couldn’t have been in two places at once.. They’re in St. Louis, we’re going.” Dean sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s four hundred miles behind us, Sam. I’m sorry about your buddy, but I don’t think this is our kinda problem.” You perk up. “Two places at one time? We’ve investigated for less.” With a grumble from Dean, you all make your way to St. Louis. After determining it was a shapeshifter, you speak up. “Lets split up. We’ll cover more ground that way, meet back up at the Impala.” After 10 minutes or so. You’re waiting by the lamp post. “Hey,” Dean calls from behind you. “Hey, where's Sam?” You asked softly, light bathing your standing position casting the surrounding place in pitch darkness. “Oh, Sammy? He ah.. He must be taking longer, might’ve found a clue. He’ll return shortly I’m sure.” “Ah, alright.. Hey, do you remember our first hunt?” You said, walking by to the driver side of the Impala, opening the door to step in. “Yeah, bunch of vamps up in Nevada.” He said casually, walking up to the passenger side door. Your hands grasp the gun in the side door, swerving it out to aim at ‘Dean’. “What have you done with him? Where's Dean?” You yell out, gun trained on his form. “Hey, hey, calm down. You’re about to shoot him.” Dean placated, hands spread out in a friendly gesture. “No, it’s not you. Dean would never let me drive Baby.” He rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you pull the trigger, then? Hm? ‘Cause you’re not sure. Dude, you know me.” The shift of clothes was the only thing you heard before your world went dark.

You woke up in a dark room, dingy with the dirt of the sewers. Your neck and arms are restrained. “Sam? Dean?” You were cut off, a hoarse voice from Sam. “Yeah, yeah, I’m here. It’s me.” Though, a familiar voice came up. Dean’s.. Well, not Dean’s, it's the Shapeshifter’s. “Y’know the more I learn about you, your family, and this little group, the less I think that I had a hard life.” Sam tilted his head, speaking up. “What?” “He’s sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home. With Dad. You don’t think I had dreams of my own? But Dad needed me. Where the hell were you?” He pauses, rubbing his head in pain as if experiencing another memory. “See, deep down, I’m just jealous. You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I’m a freak. And sooner or later, everybody’s gonna leave me. And you, I dragged you into this life because I don’t want to be alone.” He laughs before it dies off. He then turns to you, those same green eyes, usually so protective with warmth now filled with coldness. “And you. I was lonely, so I dragged you into this little hunting life of mine, same as Sammy. Where you’re in danger every day. You could’ve been happy, but I was selfish, and now you’re here with me.” He laughs again. “I meet the nicest people..” He leaves you with Sam, both of you restrained.