Maddison Winchester: Journal 1 {Supernatural} (Editing)

6 Skin: Part 5

Once the police officers concluded that Sam had not been beating me, they let us leave the police station. Sam and I went to visit Rebecca to make sure she was okay. When we got there, Rebecca welcomed us in. She looked awful. She had bruises and cuts all over her face and arms. Sam and Rebecca started talking about what happened with the shapeshifter.

Rebecca handed Sam a beer and me a glass of water. "So, say this shapeshifter is real... by the way. You know you're crazy?" She shook her head. "But, um, say it is real. How do you stop it?"

Sam sighed. "Silver bullet to the heart."

Rebecca laughed. "You are crazy." Then she smashed her beer over Sam's head, and he fell off the couch onto the floor.

I stood up quickly, and Rebecca turned, flashing silver eyes at me. "Not again." I groaned, throwing my glass of water at the shapeshifter.

It ducked, and I ran for the door, but it grabbed me and threw me against the wall. "Ah, ah, ah. There's no point in running. You remember what happened last time?" It spun me around, tied my hands behind my back, and walked me into the living room. It forced me to sit on the floor next to Sam and then tied my feet together. Once I was properly tied up, it tied up Sam and then propped him up against the couch. "Wait here." It smirked at me and stood up.

Once it left the room, I scooted closer to Sam and kicked his leg, trying to wake him up. "Sam..." I whispered and kicked him again.

Sam slowly gained consciousness and looked at me. Once he saw that we were tied up, he snapped out of it instantly. "Are you okay? Where did she go?"

"Yes, I'm fine," I said, "I don't know where it went, though."

The shapeshifter reappeared in the form of Dean. "You guys whispering about me?"

"What are you gonna do to us?" Sam asked.

The shapeshifter approached us. "Oh, I'm not gonna do anything." It smiled. "Dean will, though."

"They'll never catch him," Sam said.

"Oh, doesn't matter. Murder in the first of his own siblings? He'll be hunted the rest of his life." The shapeshifter held up a knife and examined its blade. "I must say, I will be sorry to lose this skin. Your brothers got a lot of good qualities. You should appreciate him more than you do." The shapeshifter poured itself a drink and held it up. "Cheers." It took a sip and then stabbed the knife into the pool table.

As it walked closer to us, Sam kicked it and knocked it down to the ground. Sam quickly stood up and rubbed the rope against the knife, freeing himself. When the shapeshifter got up, Sam pulled the knife out of the pool table and took a swing at it. The shifter grabbed Sam's arm in mid-swing and twisted it, causing Sam to drop to the floor.

"Oh, you son of a bitch," Sam growled as he stood up and continued to fight with the shapeshifter. Then he finally got a good hold of it.

The shifter chuckled. "Not bad, little brother."

"You're not him." Sam tried to pin it.

After some struggle, the shapeshifter threw Sam across the room into a bookshelf, which caused it to fall apart and drop books onto Sam.

The shapeshifter walked toward Sam. "Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass." It grabbed a pool cue and swung at Sam but missed him as he dodged out of the way.

The shifter was able to kick Sam in the face and knock him to the ground. Once Sam was down, the shapeshifter pinned him and began to choke him.

"Sam!" I screamed, terrified that I was about to watch my brother die.