𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

028

My boots squeak under the wetness and stickiness of the floor and I can only hope it isn't blood. I contemplated breathing through my mouth to avoid the smell of death but decided against it. Several rats scurried about and I held back the urge to vomit at the site of the disease ridden creatures. The channels were dimly lit by some light bulbs, so we each had our own flashlight, swiping it in different directions. And it feels like we've been searching for this damn shapeshifter all day. So, overall, I absolutely hated it down here.

"I think we're close to its lair." Dean points out. I frown and turn to him.

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, that puke-inducing pile next to your face outta be a good giveaway." I whip my gaze to the pipes he's aiming his flashlight at and jump away.

"Ugh, that's just super!" I groan. Quickly, I pull my hair up so it doesn't touch any other surprise piles of slimy skin.

"It looks like it's lived here for awhile." Dean points his flashlight towards more slimy piles, and to some clothes up ahead where Sam is.

"Who knows how many murders he's gotten away with." Sam mutters. I hum and turn around.

"Dean!" I shout in warning just as the shapeshifter knocks him right into the wall before taking off. I'm quick to help Dean stand tall as Sam shoots at the shapeshifter. "You okay?"

"Just get the son of a bitch!" Dean grunts. Huffing at his stubbornness, I comply, whipping out my gun, and chasing after the shifter. He's a quick bastard, I'll give the shifter that.

I climb the manhole hastily up to the surface, searching my nighttime surroundings for the shifter, but I can't find him anywhere with all the pedestrians wondering about.

"Dammit." I whisper, stuffing my gun in my denim jacket before anyone notices it. I look down when I hear the other two make their way up.

"Are you sure you're alright?" I ask Dean, noticing the way he's almost cradling his left arm.

"I'll live, Jenny." Dean breathes out heavily, standing up.

"Okay. Then we need to split up, we'll cover more ground that way."

"Alright, we'll meet around the other side."

"Okay. Sam goes left. I'll go right. And you." I point at Dean then point straight. He just salutes and takes off in that direction. I head right and go to every store, alley, park, and parking lot that I could find on my path. He was nowhere.

My stomach starts to growl and I realize that all I had to eat today was a donut and a coffee. I sulk at the realization that I've just spent my whole day down in the sewers with no food in my system. I only get pulled out of my thoughts of food when I hear approaching footsteps.

I whip around, pulling my gun out of my jacket at the same time, ready to shoot at whoever it was but I wasn't fast enough. I catch a glimpse of those familiar green eyes that I love staring into just as he knocks me out.

.....

The dreadful smell of sewage hits my senses first. Then, it's the feeling of something cool against my back, my denim jacket gone. Rope scrapes painfully against my wrists, which are resting behind my back, when I try moving them.

My head lolls to the side as I feel an intense pounding against my skull. Forcing my eyes open, I shake my head slightly to clear the blurriness away. I jump when I see Dean right in front of my face, smirking at me. He leans even closer, tucking some of my blonde hair that fell out of my now loose ponytail behind my ear. This is definitely not Dean.