The Unexpected (A SuperWhoLock Fanfiction)

Sixteen: The Impossible Choice

Sixteen: The Impossible Choice

I don't know how long I waited to approach the tub, or how long I hadn't been breathing. Each step felt heavy, avoiding the chunks of slime and noticing a putrid smell that consumed only the shower. I didn't want to believe what I was seeing, the color from my face draining at the very sight.

A mound of molted flesh, melded with bodily fluid and hair was gathered in a massive pile. My gut churned in a sickly manner and dread made my skin crawl. There was no denying it. There was only one creature responsible for this, and I wasn't so sure that it wasn't among us now. The only problem was knowing who it was posing as, and what had it done with the victim.

I looked to Castiel, askance and he seemed to be reciprocating it. I took a step back, inhaling slowly and quietly, "We can figure this out... All we need is silver to find the impostor, right?"

Castiel nodded briefly, "Assuming the shapeshifter is among us."

"I'm not the shifter if that's what you're implying."

"It wasn't," he scrunched his brows. "Are you accusing me?"

I hesitated, unsure.

I didn't have a moment to answer as Dean hollered an "all clear," and Sherlock and John returned from outside. They were drenched with rain, Sherlock shrugging out of his overcoat and shaking the water from his shaggy curls and John had already grabbed some towels from the kitchen.

Castiel and I entered the living room as the Winchesters reached the bottom of the staircase. Dean took one look at the candles in Castiel's arm and scoffed lightly, "Those are sure to light up the room."

Could it have been him, I thought. He had been in the bathroom just before the Silence showed up, but I doubted the shifter would have had the time to change his skin and hide away the real Dean by the time shots were fired.

"Dean," Castiel cautioned, "Something of great import has come up."

He looked between us, brows furrowed, "What?"

"A shifter," I explained, trying to ignore Sherlock and John as their heads perked with interest. "It's... waste is in the shower."

"There wasn't anything in there when I was there."

"Well, there is now."

"Maybe it slipped in while we were distracted with the Silence?" Sam wondered, his voice hushed.

"Fine, then we just wait for a double to show up."

"Dean, what if it's already here? We've all been separated. Sherlock and John's been outside."

"Excuse me?" Sherlock interrupted. Our heads turned as the detective approached, eyes narrowed in displeasure. "I can only imagine what monstrosity a shifter is given the nature of this horrendous night, but I hope your not suggestion my partner and I could be one of them."

Dean opened his mouth, possibly to come to Sam's defense, but I spoke first, "No one is accusing anyone and we're not going to start. We don't know when that sack of... skin showed up, but we're all going to have to submit ourselves to the silver test."

"The Silver Test?" John chirped.

"Shifters hate silver," Dean raised an eyebrow, "That's impressive, sweetheart. As far as I'm concerned, you're in the clear for suggesting it."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, frustrated by Dean's sudden sarcastic tone. I couldn't exactly blame him entirely, as tensions were high the moment Castiel and I found the evidence. If the shifter was there, among us at that moment, he could turn on either one of us.