MISSIONS

Chapter 9- All Mine

*Shifter!Dean's POV*

The new Dean left the vampire house and walked back to the Impala, leaving his goons to take care of the unconscious Dean on the floor.

Shifter!Dean grinned, dragging his finger tips along the door to the driver seat.

Oh, if only you were here, buddy, so I could rub it in your face. Your Impala is mine, your family is mine, and even your sweet little angel will be mine.

He hooked his finger on the door handle and opened the car door. When he started the car, classic rock blasted out of the speakers. He rolled his eyes and turned the cassette player off. In silence, the car started back towards the WInchesters' apartment.

He parked the car in an empty spot and got out. Checking the time, he laughed again. 11:39.

"Oh, you're a bad one, Mr. Winchester, coming home so late," he mumbled, smirking to himself.

There was nothing he would love to see more than Dean getting in trouble and hurt.

The shifter opened the door and walked inside to find Sam waiting for him on a chair. He smiled internally. Don't worry, Winchester, he thought, you're next.

"Dean!" Sam sprung to his feet and approached, looking him over.

"Gee, Sam, you checking me out or something?" he rolled his eyes.

Sam furrowed his eyebrows and met his gaze. "What? I was just making sure you weren't hurt." Sam's confusion then turned to anger. "How could you just leave like that!? Do you know how worried I was?! I was about to come find you!" Sam's face turned bright red with rage.

The thing disguised as Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn't wait until this other Winchester brother was replaced as well. He had to get close to the angel. By any means necessary.

"Dean?! Are you even li-" Sam started again. His demeanor had gone from one of anger to one of hurt and disappointment.

Shifter!Dean held up a hand, interrupting him. "If you're expecting me to apologize, I won't. I took out a vamp nest, Sam. I wasn't doing anything pointless," he said, keeping his temper in check.

"You- you're not overreacting?" Sam questioned.

"Is that what you want me to do?" the shifter replied, sighing. "I'm just really tired, Sammy."

There was silence as the 'brothers' had a stare off. Eventually, Sam surrendered. "This isn't over," he muttered, ducking his head to go to his room.

-next day-

Shifter!Dean walked into breakfast around noon, not that it was breakfast time any more, and not that he'd gotten any sleep. He was doing research.

"John?" he asked, startled. "I mean, Dad?" He hadn't been prepared for this.

"You seem happy to see me," John said, not seeming suspicious. Perhaps it wasn't a rare occurrence for Dean to treat his father that way. The patriarch of the Winchesters was in a bathrobe and sipping from a mug of something steaming. He looked up at what he thought was his eldest son from behind his newspaper.

"N-no. I was just surprised. I thought you were out on a case," the thing tried to cover, losing a bit of confidence in the plan.

"Finished early," John explained simply.

"You heard the news, right?" it said, turning around to walk to the couch. "I suppose it means you'll have to leave again," he smiled softly.

"What? What news?" John's voice came closer. The shifter straightened his face and turned around to face John.

"There's a wendigo problem in-" the creature paused and looked around the room. Somewhere far away. He racked the memories that came with the body.

"Alaska." Alaska?!

"Alaska?" came a voice from the door.

"Alaska?" John repeated.

Shifter!Dean looked at the door. Sam. He looked back at John and nodded.

"Three people have been killed so far," 'Dean' said, continuing his story.

"And what makes you so sure it's a wendigo?" Sam asked suspiciously.

"The way they died, the claw prints, the fact that they're in a forest."

"Dean, Alaska is a tundra," Sam said.

"What better way to avoid fire," the shifter pointed out, standing a bit straighter as his plan was working.

Everyone was silent for a minute. Genius. Alaska.

John bit his lip. "I guess that means I'm leaving again," he said to himself.

"Of course you are," Sam muttered.

"Is there something you want to say, Sam?" John asked.

So he chooses now to be a good father?

Sam practically jumped. "Yes! Don't you even care that-"

Oh no, he was not having this stupid hunter kid ruin his plans.

"-that you just got here," he interrupted, giving Sam a glare.

John had a suspicious look about him, but merely shrugged. "I'll leave tonight, if it matters that much," he attempted to comply.

John left that night after a fight with Sam.

The next day, the new Dean shut himself in a room and planned how he was going to capture the angel.

On Monday, he ignored everyone and made his way to Castiel's locker.