𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

029

As soon as we were released from the station the next morning, we headed straight for Rebecca's place again. This time with no interruptions involving the law. She had bruising and cuts around her wrists and neck and it caused me to feel awful that this had happened to her and I wasn't able to stop it.

What's worse is having to explain that what attacked her wasn't Dean at all, but actually a shapeshifter. It was strange though, she was taking it surprisingly well. I'm assuming the shifter must've explained it to Becca when he visited her, pretending to be Dean. The bastard.

"So say this shapeshifter is real. By the way, you know you guys are crazy. But, um, say it is real. How do you stop it?" Becca asks, handing us both a cold one, taking our empty bottles.

"Silver bullet to the heart." Sam sighs. I hum in agreement and take a swing of my beer.

"You two are crazy." Becca says and it makes me furrow my brows. Just as I'm about to turn around and look at her, everything goes black.

.....

When I wake up again, I'm restrained to a chair, my arms and legs tied to it. My head pounds and I wince when I open my eyes. I don't recognize the room I'm in, but it seems like an entertainment room to me. There's a dart board, a pool table, a TV, bookcases, and liquor. Then I notice an unconscious Sam on the ground, hands bound together.

"You're gonna feel a lot more pain then that, sweet cheeks." Dean's voice rings in my head like a bell. I groan when I realize the shifter changed back into Dean.

"Wonderful." I grumble. I try pulling my wrists out of their refines but it's no use. The sucker tightened them up good. "You know, I really don't appreciate you knocking me out for the second time in under twenty four hours." I groan, rolling my head to the side.

"I told you I'd come back for you, Jenny. We have a lot to do." Dean—I mean, shifter Dean, smirks evilly. My features become stony.

"I said. don't. call me. that. ever." I say in a deadly tone.

"Ooh. Someone thinks they're tough, don't they." Shifter Dean chuckles as he pulls out a kitchen knife from his, I guess, torture bag? My face remains strong and stoic.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Was that supposed to scare me?" I ask, tilting my head to the side with a tiny smirk of my own. Instead of the confused look I was expecting, I get the sinister smile that makes people's hairs stand up and makes goosebumps rise. He walks over to me slowly.

"You're gonna be so much fun. I bet you're a fighter, aren't you? I mean, you are a hunter after all." He whispers, trailing the tip of the knife down the side of my face. I jerk my head away from the feeling, heart beating slightly faster. I feel a hard slap to my cheek, causing my head to whip to one side.

"Answer the question." Slowly, I look at him again.

"I'm gonna kill you." I seeth. He just smiles at the threat. Suddenly, I feel a deep cut go down my right arm, to which I respond with just closing my eyes tightly, my lips pursed shut to keep any noise of pain from coming out.

"Fighter it is."

Over and over again he did that. Most of them were light, but two or three were deep. I'm surprised I haven't bled out yet. By now there was blood splattered on the walls and floor, on the alcohol bottles that I was next to, and even on the blinds of the window that's on the other side of me.

The whole corner was basically covered with my blood. He used paper towels to clean the blood off his hands for I don't know what reason, he would only get more blood on them, and threw the paper towels all on the floor. He also threw in a couple punches to my face here and there. Suffocated me for about a good twenty seconds too.