My Strange New Life


I was riding with Sam and Dean ever since I dropped my car off at my dad’s house. I figured if I was going to be hunting with these guys, I might as well ride with them too. Early this month we had that bloody mary case and it was pretty interesting. We were currently at a gas station and Sam was doing something on his phone. I was reading a book by H.P. Lovecraft.

“ Alright, I figure we’d hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight.” He sees that Sam didn’t answer. ”Sam wears women’s underwear.” he says bluntly and I roll my eyes.

“I’ve been listenin’, I’m just busy.” Sam says distracted. I was just listening to what they had to say.

“ Busy doin’ what?” Dean asked.

“ Reading e-mails.” Dean gets out of the car to fill up the tank.

“ E-mails from who?”

“From my friends at Stanford.” Sam yelled out towards Dean.

“You’re kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies?” Dean questioned incredulously.

“ Why not?” I speak up and Dean just shook his head.

“ Well, what exactly do you tell ‘em? You know, about where you’ve been, what you’ve been doin’?”

“ I tell ‘em I’m on a road trip with my big brother. I tell ‘em I needed some time off after Jess.” Sam replied. “ I just don’t tell ‘em….everything.” Sam paused. “So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life?” Dean shrugs. “You’re serious?”

“ Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can’t get close to people, period.” Dean said bluntly and I roll my eyes.

“ You’re kind of anti-social, you know that?” I say to Dean.

“ Yeah, whatever. Says the person who hasn’t spoken in a hour.” Dean replied and I roll my eyes again.

“ God….” Sam speaks up. I put my book down.

“ What?” I inquire and Sam shows me his phone.

“ In this e-mail from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine. I went to school with her, and her brother, Zack. She says Zack’s been charged with murder. He’s been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn’t do it, but it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case.” Sam explained and I raise my eyebrow at him.

“ They’re in St. Louis. We’re goin’.” Sam declared and Dean chuckled.

“ Look, sorry ‘bout your buddy, okay? But this does not sound like our kind of problem.” Dean responded.

“It is our problem. They’re my friends.” Sam argued.

“What if I was suspect of a murder. Would you leave me in the hands of our nation’s justice system.” I asked Dean and he turned to me.

“Knowing you, you probably did murder something.” I shrugged. “ St. Louis is four hundred miles behind us, Sam.” Dean pointed out and Sam gave him his puppy face. Dean drives out of the station in the direction of St. Louis. Sam and I fist pound.

We were in front of Rebecca’s house and Sam knocked on the door. It opens and Rebecca comes out.

“Sam!” she exclaimed.

“Well if it isn’t little Becky.” Sam greeted and I furrowed my brows. Little? She is taller than me. What am I to him? Tiny Kat. “I got your e-mail.” Dean steps forwards and extends a hand.

“Dean, older brother.” She shakes his hand.

“Hi.” she greeted and looks at me. “I remember you. You were at Stanford once with Sam.” She smiled and so did I.

“Hi Rebecca.” I greet her and give her a hug. She invites us inside and starts to explain what happened with her brother

“Well, um, Zack came home, and he found Emily tied to a chair. And she was beaten up and bloody, and she wasn’t breathing. So, he called 911, and the police—they showed up, and they arrested him. But, the thing is, the only way that Zack could’ve killed Emily is if he was in two places at the same time. The police—they have a video. It’s from the security tape from across the street. And it shows Zack coming home at 10:30. Now, Emily was killed just after that, but I swear, he was here with me, having a few beers until at least after midnight.” She started to cry.

“You know, maybe we could see the crime scene. Zack’s house.” Sam suggested and I nodded.

“ Why? I mean, what could you do?” Rebecca asked and I look at Sam.

“Well, me, not much. But Dean’s a cop.” Sam lied. Dean and I laugh.

“Detective, actually.” Dean corrected and I rolled my eyes.

“ Really? Where?”

“ Bisbee, Arizona. But I’m off-duty now.” Dean revealed and I hide a smile. She reluctantly agrees and goes to get the keys.

“ Look, Zack and Becky need our help.” Sam explained. Dean just shakes his head.

“I just don’t think this is our kind of problem.” Dean asserted.

“Two places at once? We’ve looked into less. “ I say to Dean and he just looked at me.

We checked out the crime scene and it was pretty brutal. There was blood everywhere and things were torn apart. There was a dog that was vicious outside that was only like that since the murder. It made Dean want to look into this case. Later on we took a look at the security tape that Rebecca had taken from the lawyer's desk. After we looked at it Sam asked Rebecca to get some beers and sandwiches.

Sam pointed out the guy's eyes in the video and it looked like a camera flare. The only thing that came to mind for me was shapeshifter.

“ Alright, so what are we doin’ here at 5:30 in the morning?” Dean asks. I sip my coffee and lean in front of the impala.

“ I realized something. The videotape shows the killer goin’ in, but not comin’ out.” Sam expressed and Dean went beside me.

“ So, he came out the back door?” Dean guessed sarcastically.

“ Right. So, there should be a trail to follow. A trail the police would never pursue.” Sam explained and leaned my head against Dean. It was too freakin early for this. Dean just wrapped his arm around me.

“ ‘Cause they think the killer never left. And they caught your friend Zack inside. I still don’t know what we’re doin’ here at 5:30 in the morning. Kat here is falling asleep on me. Any other time I would be thrilled but it is just too early.” Dean tells Sam.

“ Blood. Somebody came this way.” Sam told us and I tried to walk over to Sam to check it out but Dean kept his arm around me.

“ Yeah, but the trail ends. I don’t see anything over here.” Dean looks over the place and an ambulance drives by. Great what is it now.

Apparently some other guy abused and beat up his wife. She was still alive and the guy was going to jail. I followed Sam around the house to check for any evidence.

“ Definitely our kind of problem.” Dean declared walking up to us.

“ What’d you find out?” I asked.

“ Well, I just talked to the patrolman who was first on the scene, heard this guy, Alex’s story. Apparently the dude was driving home from a business trip when his wife was attacked.” Dean explained.

“ So, he was two places at once.” Sam clarified.

“ Exactly. Then he sees himself in the house, police think he’s a nutjob.” Dean mentions.

“So shapeshifter then?” I look at them for confirmation.

“We’ve got two attacks within blocks of each other. I’m guessin’ we’ve got a shapeshifter prowlin’ the neighborhood.” Dean agreed and Sam nodded.

“ Let me ask you this—in all this shapeshifter lore, can any of them fly?” Sam asked.

“ Not that I know of.” Dean replies.

“I picked up a trail here. Someone ran out the back of this building and headed off this way. And, just like at Zack’s house, the trail suddenly ends. I mean, whatever it is just disappeared.”

“ Well, there’s another way to go—down.” I look at the manhole.

We go down the hole and I start walking in one direction. Then I see a pile of skin and blood.

“Guys check this out.” I yell out to them and they appear behind me. “Looks like the shifter is using the sewer system to get around.” Dean get near the pile and picks some up with his pocket knife.

“Is this from it’s victims?” Sam asked and I shook my head.

“No this is what the shifter sheds after it is done with a particular look.” I explain to him and Dean gets up.

“Thats sick.” Dean pointed out with a disgusted face.

We were back by the car and Dean was shifting through the trunk filling his gun with silver bullets.

“One thing I learned from I learned from dad that no matter what shape shifter it is, there is one sure way to kill it.” Dean cocked his gun.

“Silver bullet to the heart.” Sam points out and his phone rings. I took a prefilled silver bullet gun from Dean and hid it in the back of my jeans. Along with a silver knife in my boot and sleeve.

I looked at Sam again, he hung up the phone and looked pretty depressed.

“I hate to say it, but that’s exactly what I’m talkin’ about. You lie to your friends because if they knew the real you, they’d be freaked. It’s just—it’d be easier if—” Dean was cut off.

“If I was like you.” Sam finished and I gave Sam a side hug.

“Hey, man, like it or not, we are not like other people. But I’ll tell you one thing. This whole gig—it ain’t without perks.” He holds a gun up to Sam and he puts it away. Back to the sewers.

We were walking in the sewers for a while and I see another pile of skin.

“I think were are close.” I tell them with a disgusted look.

“Why?” Sam asked and I pointed to the pile of skin beside him. He jumped away and I saw piles of clothes everywhere.

“Looks like it has lived here for a while.” Dean pointed out looking at the clothes.

“Who knows how many murders it has gotten away with.” Sam looked behind us. “Dean!” I turn around and see the shifter. He punched Dean and he fell. Sam and I shoot the shifter but he got away. I move to Dean but he waves me off.

“Get the son of a bitch.” He told us and we ran after it. We followed it outside but lost it.

“Alright let’s split up.” Dean suggested and we went off in different directions. After a while, I ran into alley way and checked it out. I couldn’t find anything, so I turned to get out of there and jump when I see Dean.

“Oh gosh Dean you freakin scared me.” I tell him, but he smiled. “Did you find anything?”

“No looks like that freak got away.” Dean replied and I couldn’t help but notice something was different. His energy looked different. This wasn’t Dean, son of a bitch. I gave him a fake smile and turned around to reach for my gun in my jacket pocket. Suddenly everything goes black.

I wake up to find myself tied up in a dark room and Sam tied up beside me. I try to reach for the knife in my sleeve and realize it wasn’t there anymore. Dammit.

“It's not there anymore.” I hear someone speak up. I look to my right and see Dean… no the shifter.

“Really I didn’t know.” I replied sarcastically. The shifter came closer to me and squatted next to me. I look around me for something but I can’t find anything. “You know I could give you some pointers on interior decorating. The whole candle lit sewer scene is getting pretty old.” He smiled and touched my face. I turn away from his hand. “You touch me again and I’ll shove your hand up your ass.” I spat at him.

“Oh Kat always so feisty and sassy. I always liked that about you.” The shifter told me and I snorted.

“You have no clue who I am. If you did, you would be running the other direction. You are just some sick son of a bitch-” He slaps me. “-who likes hitting women. Is it some empowering thing?” I ask him with a glare.

“Don’t touch her.” I heard Sam growl from beside me. The shifter got up and walked towards Sam, then slapped him.

“Don’t you hurt him!” I yell at it. “Where the hell is Dean?”

“I wouldn’t worry about him. I would worry about you.” The shifter suggested and I scoffed.

“Yeah, well I would worry about you eating a silver bullet.” I retort and he slaps me again really freakin hard. I taste blood in my mouth and he laughs.

“ I swear, the more I learn about you and your family—I thought I came from a bad background.” The shifter says to Sam.

“What do you mean learn?” Sam asks and the shifter grabs his head in pain. The freak was downloading Dean’s memories.

“ 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 said to Sam, then he turned to me and smiled. “You, you came into my life and I swear it has been better since. All the small moments we talk and the laid back fun. You dressing in high heels and that sexy agent outfit of yours. You and your badass stubborn attitude.” He kneels in front of me again. “The moments when we get so close, I could feel your breath on my face.” He leans towards me. “The moments I pin you down, but you always somehow manage to get away, by tricking me into thinking you want to kiss me. It always leaving me wanting more…” He trailed off and kissed me harshly.

“Leave her alone.” Sam yelled. I try to turn my face away but he held it in place, so I bit his lip until it bled. He pulled away and stood up. The shifter brought his hand to his lip and saw the blood on his fingers.

“Kinky.” The shifter commented. I spit out the blood on the side of me.

“Where the hell is Dean?” Sam demand. He got in his face.

“I am Dean.” He replied. “I am your brother. 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.” Oh Dean...

“ What are you talkin’ about?” Sam asked

“ You left. Hell, I did everything Dad asked me to, and he ditched me, too. No explanation, nothin’, just poof. Left me with your sorry ass. You know this life ain’t without it’s perks.” It laughed. “I meet the nicest people, like little Becky. You know Dean would bang her if he had the chance. Kat too, but she seems to be making it quite the struggle. So I’m gonna try my luck with Becky.” The shifter places tarps on top of us both. When I heard him leave I shrugged off the tarp and reached for the knife that was in my boot because it was still there. I start cutting the ropes.

“Sam you alright?” I ask him and he shrugs off the tarp too.

“Yeah I’m fine. I’m not the one who got basically tortured with a brutal kiss.” Sam said and we heard coughing in the background.

“Who got tortured with a kiss? I always miss the good parts.” I heard Dean yell from behind me. “Please tell me that’s actually you Sam and not that freak of nature.” Sam laughed and I finally cut off my ropes.

“Yeah it me. He went to Rebecca’s lookin’ like you.” He told Dean and I went over to Sam to start to cut him free.

“Well he’s not stupid he picked the handsome one.” Dean pointed out and I rolled my eyes.

“ Yeah, that’s the thing. He didn’t just look like you, he was you. Or he was becoming you.” Sam pointed out and I finally cut all of his ropes.

“ What do you mean?” Dean asked finally getting out of his ropes. Then walking over to us and helping Sam out.

“ I don’t know, it was like he was downloading your thoughts and memories.” I answer Dean and he looks at me then clenches his jaw. “What?”

“Did that son of a bitch hit you?” Dean asked furious. I put my hand to lip and saw blood on my fingers then rolled my eyes.

“That wasn’t the worst thing. He kissed me, I’m gonna have to wash my mouth out with soap.” I try to joke but he just get just comes up to me. Then holds my face and turns my head in both directions. I slap his hand away. “I’m fine Dean. We have to gotta go help Rebecca.”. I look into his eyes and give him a meaningful look.

“You know guys I don’t mean to break the moment here, but I still need help.” Sam mentioned and I give Dean one last look and help him. Dean helped shortly after. Then we all ran to a vent which lead to the outside. Once we got up there, we called the police to give them an anonymous tip. So they would get to Rebecca’s and help her out. Like an hour later we were still trying to find the car when Dean stopped in front of a tv store. There was a sketch of his face on the evening news.

“Man, it’s not even a good picture.” Dean whinnied and shook my head. Then looked around cautiously.

“Yeah well it is good enough.” I informed Dean and pulled him by his arm. Sam followed behind us.

We were walking down an alleyway when Dean stepped into a puddle.

“ Come on.They said attempted murder. At least we know—” Sam started but Dean interrupted.

“I didn’t kill her.” Dean told Sam.

“We’ll check with Rebecca in the morning, see if she’s alright.” I suggested and Sam nodded in agreement.

“All right, but first I wanna find that handsome devil and kick the holy crap out of him.” Dean expressed and we stopped walking.

“Dean we have no weapons. We have to get back to the car.” I pointed out and Dean turned towards me.

“ Kat, the guy’s walkin’ around with my face, okay, it’s a little personal. I wanna find him.” Dean conveyed annoyed and I stepped forwards a bit.

“Okay and we will find him, but first we need to get to the car and get some weapons.” I say calmly, trying to calm him down. Dean searched my face then let out a breath.

“I’m bettin’ that he drove over to Rebecca’s.” Dean declared and I nodded.

“The news said he fled on foot. I bet it’s still parked there.” Sam added and we started to walk towards the direction of Rebecca’s house.

“ The thought of him drivin’ my car.” Dean commented upset and I can’t help but snicker. “ It’s killin’ me.”

“ Well then think of kissing some pretty girl then.” I offered with a roll of my eyes. Dean smirked at me.

“You offering.” I punched his side and ran ahead of them. “When did you get so fast?”

“Dude she runs in the morning.” Sam mentioned and I laugh.

“Come on boys. You know with you being taller and all, I would have thought you would be running faster than me.” I added with a laugh.

Sometime later, we ran into an alleyway near Rebecca’s house. Once we round the corner, we find the car. Dean sighed in relief.

“ Oh, there she is! Finally, something went right tonight.” Dean expressed and then the cops started to corner us in. I hit Dean in the head. “What the hell Kat!”

“You two go. I’ll hold ‘em off.” Sam ordered and I scoffed.

“Sam they’ll catch you.” I told him in disbelief and he pushed me towards the fence.

“They can’t hold me, you on the other hand are probably still not in the clear from breaking and entering into the white house.” Sam mentioned. I nodded and followed Dean over the fence. We ran and went into an abandoned warehouse. I sat on the floor next to the window, tiredly. The sun was just below the horizon.

“Kat what are you doing on the floor?” Dean asked me patronizingly. I give him a look, he chuckles and sits beside me. Dean wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I leaned against him. “You know I’m surprised you haven’t punched me yet for touching you.” I snort.

“Yeah well you could be a great pillow sometimes Winchester.” I told him with a laugh looking up at him. He looked down at my lips and frowned. “What?” Dean just wiped my lip with his thumb, there was blood on it. Oh... yeah.

“When I find that freak, he ain’t gonna know what hit im’.” he spoke to me seriously. I roll my eyes at him.

“Dean this isn’t the first time I have been hurt on the job. It is not a big deal.” I revealed to him nonchalantly and he scoffed. “If you are going to get mad over this… Just try to think about something else.” I told him irritated and got up. Looking out the window I saw the sun was above the horizon now.

“Yeah like what?” He asked me also getting up and stepped closer to me beside the window. I continued looking out the window, knowing if I looked in his direction his face would be right there.

“Something…” I responded. He took my shoulders and turned my body, but I kept my head in the direction of the window. “We should get going, we shouldn’t waste anymore time” I shrug myself from his grip, and walk away. Back to the car and we get some weapons deciding to go into the sewers and find the shifter.

A hour later we return to the shifter’s lair. There was another figure under a tarp. I lift it up to see Rebecca. We untie her and she tells us there was this thing that looked like her. Sam was at her house supposedly meeting up with her. So we rushed out of there with Rebecca. By the time we got there, it sounded like someone was getting their ass handed to them. Dean and I went inside with our guns loaded. I saw Sam being choked by the shifter.

“Hey!” Dean shouts. The shifter got up and we shot it. I walk over to Sam to see if he was alright.

Dean had a map laid on the hood of the impala. Sam and Rebecca said goodbye and hugged. We hit the road.

“Sorry, man.” Dean spoke up in the silence.

“ About what?” Sam asked confused.

“ I really wish things could be different, you know? I wish you could just be….Joe College.” Dean revealed and Sam shakes his head.

“ No, that’s okay. You know, the truth is, even at Stanford, deep down, I never really fit in.” Sam admitted and I smiled.

“ Well, that’s ‘cause you’re a freak.” Dean said bluntly and I laughed silently.

“ Aren’t we all.” I said with a smile. Sam smiled back at me.

“ You know, I gotta say—I’m sorry I’m gonna miss it.” Dean said sadly. I roll my eyes already knowing what he was sad about.

“ Miss what?”

“ How many chances am I gonna have to see my own funeral?” Dean said and I laughed. Later on, Sam was inside the store and I couldn’t help but think about what the shifter said about Dean. It said that he was afraid to lose everyone, he thought he was really a freak, and some other stuff too…

“Dean…” He looked back at me from the front seat. “You know I’m not leaving you right. I will always be here if you need me.” I tell him seriously and he looks at me funny.

“Yeah I know that Kat… What brought this up?” He asked me and I shrugged.

“I don’t know, I feel like it needed to be said.” I lied and continued to read a book. In the corner of my eye I couldn’t help but notice Dean smile.

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