Frank Devereaux.
He was dead. He had to be dead, and yet there he was, standing outside your door. His face was angry; angrier than you had ever seen him. For a second you found yourself reaching for the doorknob in curiosity before you snapped your hand back. You saw the state of his dwelling, you saw the mess that was made of it. You received an email that would only be sent in a dire situation. There was no way Frank would let all that happen without telling you; there was no way the man outside could be Frank Devereaux.
Without making a noise you lunged across the floor to where your phone lazily laid charging on the counter. A few clicks and the hunter files lit your face. You scrolled down to the Winchester numbers and pulled up the screen to call them with a force that could have cracked the glass face to your device. As the dial tone chimed in your ear you quietly moved to the small weapon cache in your closet; pulling out a shotgun and leaning it against the wall in the main room.
"Yeah." Dean's scruffy voice finally answered.
"Dean, it's (Y/N). I have a situation down here that I need your help with ASAP." You relayed quietly before feeding him your address.
"What's going on?" You could hear him grabbing keys and ushering his abnormally large brother out of what sounded like a diner.
Fists began pounding against the door harshly, the wood bending on impact. You ran to the bathroom on the other end of the apartment and began looking for Borax products. Nothing was turning up in the room with peeling green wallpaper, this made your stomach drop. Your only defense would be a shotgun that could not kill Leviathan.
"(Y/N)!" He yelled.
"Frank's here." You stated as your front door split in two; your phone falling from your grasp and slamming against the tile.
In he stepped with fury radiating off of him. You mentally slapped yourself for leaving the shotgun against the wall; your only form of defense was five feet from your attacker and you were on the other side of the apartment. He would find you hiding in your ill lit bathroom, and he would kill you. Your only option was to stall him until you could get a hold of your weapon; keep him occupied until the Winchesters arrived. The screen to your device was broken, but the call to Dean remained connected. You could hear him yelling something as you stepped from the green wallpapered room.
Frank the impostor spotted you the second you came out into the open; a sickening smile tugging at his lips. You approached him but were sure to keep distance.
"I thought I told the last troupe! I don't want any girl-scout cookies this year." You sassed while remaining cautious.
"I assume you know why I'm here." He stepped closer.
"Probably something along the lines of eating me." You stood your ground when you wanted to do nothing more than run.
"We can't have our secrets spilled." He said calmly; he was now standing right in front of you. "And you are directly connected to the man who shoved his nose in places it had no sense being; the man who knew too much. Therefore, you must be executed in the same matter he was."
"So they sent you?" You dared to scoff.
"Lucky for you, I like to play with my food." He sighed with malice dripping from his voice.
You tried to make a run for the shotgun, but the next thing you knew your body crashed against the table on the opposite side of the room; body burning. You pulled yourself up and stood leaning against the wall with everything spinning. He was once again by your side in seconds. You threw punches, kicked, and tried every move in the book to knock him down with no avail; he was too strong. In your fighting you had traveled to the middle of the room.
His heavy foot made contact with your chest and sent you flying towards where your shotgun waited; your skull roughly slamming against a small bookshelf. Your head was bleeding and your chest was pounding, but you knew if you wanted any chance for survival the shotgun was your best bet.
You reached for the weapon as your body screamed in protest. Predicting your intention, he stepped on your outstretched wrist with a sickening crunch as he picked up the shotgun and bent the barrel in half; treating it like it was nothing more than taffy. After throwing your lifeline to the side, he dropped to his knees on either side of you, placing one hand roughly against your chest that was covered with nothing more than a tank top; squeezing your chin with the other. You clawed at him trying to get out of the trap you were in; suddenly his voice became feminine and your eyes widened in shock. You were trapped by, well, yourself.
"Do you like my new look?" Your doppelganger sassed as her hair flipped.
"I think you should get your own face, asshole!" You yelled and squirmed.
"You know the best part about my new look?" She leaned down to whisper in your ear; a smile on the carbon copy of your face. "Those brothers will never see me coming."
You froze.
Sam and Dean would be hunted by this Levi wearing your skin. Normally you would laugh it off and act like you couldn't care less about the fate of the dynamic duo, but instead you felt pure terror knowing that they could be in danger. If she would have said anything about you, you would just smirked and come up with a snappy comeback; but because she made this about the Winchesters you became furious. You had only known them for a very short amount of time, but in that moment it didn't matter; those boys had already began to feel like family and the last thing you wanted was for them to be in trouble because of you.
Anger surged trough your body as your fist swung freely and made contact with her jaw causing her to release her grip on your sweaty face.
"You will not touch them!" You yelled as you tried to wiggle free.
Your own eyes looked back at you with pure hatred as black goop was wiped from the doppelgangers split lip with the back of her fingers. Your copied knuckles began pounding against your face as a metallic taste flooded your mouth. You pushed and shoved her, but her body refused to move. She wrapped her hands around your neck and began to squeeze relentlessly.
"Did you honestly think a weak little ape like yourself could beat me?" She scoffed with a devilish smirk as her grip grew tighter. "You will never be strong enough."
Your lungs burned, the need for oxygen pulsing through your whole body. Your eyes began to waver in and out of focus, watching in horror as your own features transformed into a giant mouth with teeth thrashing in hunger. You reached aimlessly for anything you could use; knocking over items of junk in the small shelves to your side. Your fingers wrapped around a cold aerosol can as the sound of clunky boots filled your ears and the gnashing teeth went silent.
You looked to see the brothers enter the room, brows knit at the sight of you being pinned by yourself. You looked back to your attacking doppelganger to see that she had copied your injured face onto her own, making it difficult to tell the difference. You heard her start to say something in a panicked tone as if she was trying to play your part; the boys were too smart to fall for that act though. With your hand firmly grasping the can that you could not identify, you sprayed your attacker in the face; her flesh bubbling at the contact of the powerful scented mist.
As darkness flooded the corners of your vision, the sound of swishing metal filled your ears and the hands that once kept you from breathing loosened their grip. Through the black dots that bounced around your eyes, you saw Sam pulling the beheaded body away from you and Dean on his knees intently listening for breath to fill your lungs. After this night, things would never be the same.
((A/N: I hope you enjoyed! This probably needs to be edited, so bare with me. How do we feel about the chapters with a little more action? Let me know what details you think should be in the story, and vote if you like. Carry On.))
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