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You joined Sam and Dean for a hunt as always. The monster of the week was a shapeshifter who decided to take Sam’s appearance. You found yourself in a room with him on the big building he was hiding, he looked exactly like Sam, even sounded like Sam and had Sam’s memories. It completely threw you off until he started to attack you, so you killed him.

But killing someone who looks exactly like Sam broke your heart in ways you couldn’t foresee. You thought you could be professional enough, but there you were on the ground, crying. Looking at the shapeshifter’s body like he’s the real guy.

Until Sam approached you, you really thought maybe you killed him. You were in shock while he brought you back to the motel room. Dean gave both of you space. He walks you into the room you’re both sharing.

“You okay?”

He asks, placing you on the edge of the bed. He takes some strands of hair off of your face and check your entire body for bruises. There’s a few, but not too bad. He put both of his big hands on your face and lean down a little.

“Baby, talk to me… Please.”