The Shape-Shifting Winchester

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Trinity sighed. "Well, nice to see you too," she smiled at them. They were two years older than her, so the same age as Sam, and they used to beat her up for being younger.

Dean glanced at his sister (well, half-sister), to see what she thought they should do. He didn't want to just kill her cousins. Technically speaking, they were his cousins too then...ugh, he just looked at Trinity.

"The hunters can leave," they said, all four eyes staring straight at Trinity, "but you never will."

"Sure," she chuckled. "Now, let's all play nice and-" suddenly her joking manner made her choke, and she stumbled back behind Sam, heaving deep breaths of air.

Sam pushed them back, grabbing her under his left arm to secure her to his side. "Trinity? What's wrong?"

She raised her hand to the door and Sam felt rage boiling up inside him. Rick.

"Hi, Daddy," the twins smiled.

"Daddy?" Dean echoed. "Fantastic." A smile appeared on his face and he jumped Rick, trying to shove the knife at his heart.

Rick flipped them, pushing the blade to Dean's neck. Trinity swallowed a scream. This wasn't happening.

Sam ran over and went to tackle Rick off, but the twins grabbed him and Linda kneed him in the stomach, hard. Giggling madly, the twins took turns punching him, and he fell, but Linda held him up.

Rick and Dean were rolling around on the floor, struggling with the knife. Dean had a cut on his cheek, shallow, and Rick was bleeding steadily from a wound in his leg, but other than that they were unmarked. Dean glanced at Trinity, who was paralyzed. Who should she help? Could she help? What if she didn't help and one of her brothers died?

"Trinity, Sam!" he bellowed, and she snapped into motion. These people weren't her family, they were just strangers. She didn't really know them, and they didn't know her.

She flew over Rick, landed on one of the twins, and kicked the other in the face. Their attention diverted, Sam threw his head back and hit Linda, dazing her. The twins grabbed Trinity's arms and legs and held her down. Then she remembered their power, by which she had always been confused: synthesizing pain.

She screamed; Sam hit the girl holding her arms and she fell with a shout. His moose size came in handy here as he scooped up his little sister and threw a nasty right hook to the other twin; she blacked out.

Trinity looked to Dean as Sam dropped her to her feet and finally tackled Rick. His neck was bleeding where the blade had been pressed too hard, but it wasn't deep enough to kill him.

Sam was punching the crap out of Rick, all his pent up anger about Trinity and now Dean exploding into each hit.

"Sam!" Trinity snapped. "Sam!" Finally he stopped and looked up at her, his bruised face bleeding in various spots. "Relax." She looked at Rick and took a shaking breath. "Quit hitting him and use this." She handed him a silver knife and got to her feet, helping Dean up. His legs were bruised all over from hitting various items of furniture, and bleeding from rolling over broken pottery.

"Trin?" Sam said.

"Go ahead. He almost killed Dean, and I'm sure some of those killings before were him too." She walked outside and Dean followed, using the collar of his shirt to pat the nick on his neck. Rolling her eyes, Trinity grabbed a towel out of the back and tossed it over to him.

"So, he made a deal?" Dean asked of Uriah.

"Seems like it. I was nine years and three months old when you guys showed up, so it fits the time span."

"What deal though?" Sam asked as he walked out, taking the towel from Dean.

She shrugged and walked around the car, closing the passenger door as her brother opened it. "In the back. I'm patching up your face on the drive back."