The Shape-Shifting Winchester

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Suddenly a gunshot rang out and Trinity's knees buckled as she flattened herself like Bobby had taught her. The spirit vanished, and Sam grabbed his sister's arms to haul her to her feet.

"Dean! Dean, come on! We need to get out of here, now!"

The three dashed to the Impala, and Dean sped away. Once they were a safe distance from the river, Dean started to speculate out loud what had kept her from killing him, while nursing his sprained left ankle.

"Trinity?" he asked. "What do you think?"

"Hm?" she said dazedly as she watched the world pass her by with her head leaned against the window.

"Hey, Trinity," said Sam, "are you okay?"

She shrugged. "I'm fine, Sammy."

The brothers exchanged glances and Dean asked her to tell him what was going on. "She mentioned my dad." Visions flashed before her eyes, all the people her father Uriah had killed, all the while telling her not to do anything to attract the attention of hunters.

Dean frowned and they fell silent until he pulled into the motel parking lot. Sam broke the silence, announcing that he'd grab more salt, since they'd used most of theirs that they had on-hand.

Dean and Trinity stepped inside, and Dean stared her down. She grabbed her pjs and started toward the bathroom.

"Trinity, what happened to your dad wasn't your fault."

She sighed and said without looking at him, "I'm tired, Dean. Is this conversation over?"

"Guess so."

"Goodnight." Then she walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

When Sam walked in, Dean pulled him to the far side of the room and started to talk about Trinity. "Her dad's death couldn't be her fault," said Sam.

"I'm not so sure, Sammy. If he hadn't been so adamant about us not getting past him, he probably could've killed us. But he wanted to keep her safe."

Sam nodded. "I get that. But that would make her an indirect cause. We're the ones who killed him."

"I don't think it matters to this spirit."

Trinity walked out and sighed. "I am a shape-shifter, you guys. I can hear everything you're saying. Now shut up and let me sleep. Sammy, get the lights."

The brothers exchanged another look. Well, at least she wasn't upset. Unless she was mad or they were fighting some spirit, she usually called him Sammy. It had become a tell for when she was angry.

"Sure thing, Trin." They turned out the lights and everyone laid down. Trinity slid a piece of paper over to Sam and whispered, "Goodnight, Sammy. Sleep tight."

He lifted it to the moonlight.

If you have another nightmare and I don't wake up, you shake me awake. I mean it, Sammy. I want to know.

He snickered and balled it up, tossing it in the trash. "Yeah, okay, Trinity."

She didn't expect to fall asleep though; she had too much on her mind. Flashbacks of screaming women and children haunted her, reminded her of when she just sat back and did nothing while innocent people died. No longer though. Now she was a hunter, and she was killing anything that murdered innocents. She shuddered.

About five in the morning, Dean woke up and blinked repeatedly. Why was Trinity's bed empty? He shot up. "Trinity?"

She was gone, and so was his car. Patting his pockets, he dashed to the table and grabbed his phone. "Trinity, where are you?"

"I needed air. Just relax, Dean." Her voice was hoarse, and he stopped.

"Trinity, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'll be back with donuts in an hour."

"Why'd you leave?"

She bit her cheek and blinked back tears. "I told you. I needed some air. Bye, big brother." She hung up and leaned her head back against the seat.

*Flashback*

"Dad, you're gonna attract a hunter if you don't stop," Trinity said, her voice high and quiet, as she scrubbed blood from the worn floor.

"Let me worry about that. You just focus on your schoolwork." He was always saying that, telling her to get out of there and live a good life.

She finished and stood to stretch. Glancing out the window, she saw an attractive car pull up to their house. "Did you invite anyone over?" It was an Impala, the only car her dad had ever been interested in owning.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her away. "No. Get away from the windows. Trinity, go hide. Now!" She dashed away to the bathroom just as the front door smashed open.

~

Dean left and Trinity walked out of the bathroom to find the house in a mess. Well, at least she didn't have to clean it.

Avoiding the front room, she walked to her bedroom and packed in a hurry. Trinity looked up and saw Sam and Dean leaning against the car talking, and then she heard a raspy voice whisper her name.

"Dad!" she gasped quietly, and ran to the front room. The silver bullet had just missed his heart, and he was dying. "Daddy, they didn't hurt me."

"You were useless, you know that? Never wanting to kill. Couldn't get you to hit a fly. You're a disappointment, Trinity. I hope they kill you. You're a bad face for all of our kind."

She gaped. "D-Dad?"

"Just go." She let out a sob as his eyes unfocused, but he wasn't dead yet. How dare he! He was dying, how dare he destroy her love for him! How dare he! She pressed on the wound in such a way as to move the bullet, and it pierced his heart and killed him.

*End Flashback*

Trinity pulled over the car and closed her eyes. Still tears slipped out and she cursed quietly, not daring to raise her voice.

Her own father had hated her, but hunters had taken her in, loved her as their own. It bit her heart to realize that the only people she loved, were the only ones who would kill her. Hunters, if they ever found out the Winchester family secret, wouldn't hesitate to fill her with silver.

That thought, the fact that she was wondering how far away she could get in the next hour, scared her.

She called Dean back not ten minutes after she'd hung up, sobbing. "Dean, I need you. I'm scared. Please help me."