A Shapeshifter Isn't an Alibi • Supernatural

5

*winces* sorry for this...
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Dean turned off the music and squinted at the tall building in the distance that was surrounded by red and blue flashing lights.

Sam turned to his brother with wide and terrified eyes as Dean pressed down hard on the accelerator.

Ambulances and policemen were covering every inch, tape was being put up to keep the public out and press were just starting to arrive.

Dean skidded the impala to a halt in front of Sam's apartment building, his face in a determined and strong hold, his breathing starting to pick up as his hunter instincts kicked in.

Sam felt his stomach drop as a cold crackle of dread ran across his chest, and he sprung out of the car.

He ran forward ignoring the calls of his brother and the police as they tried to grab a hold of his arms, which he easily battered away.

He couldn't think, nothing was processing, just the feeling of pure terror was pushing him along as he started to fall into a state of panic.

He sped into the building, tearing up the flights of stairs and down the twisting corridors of the apartment complex.

The sound of camera's clicking and the quiet mumbling of detectives could be heard as he moved towards his apartment door which was wide open, like a million warning signs flashing at him, screaming that something had gone horribly wrong.he down the corridor.

Sam froze, and everything stopped, the wide door, the detective's, police, tape, cameras, people- all things he had seen a million times before in cases that only built around one simple thing.

His hazel eyes widened in realisation as everything finally sunk in and his brain went into overdrive "n-no..." he managed to choke out, his back banging against the wall of the corridor as his knees gave out on him.

He didn't hear Dean walk up next to him, his chest was rising and falling rapidly as he quietly looked between Sam and the door completely out of breath.

He slowly walked towards the apartment's entrance, not caring that he was wanted for murder and police would surely recognise him, his thoughts only on his brother who was struggling to stay calm.

Sam watched Dean, his breathing loud and shaking as he hoped that in some impossible way that it couldn't be true...it wasn't right...it..it wasn't her.

Dean glanced into the room and swallowed roughly, his eyes fluttering shut and his head sinking towards the floor as he ran a hand through his hair.

He glanced back at Sam with a pitiful look in his eye, his mouth opening slightly but nothing coming out.

"No...no," Sam said shakily, his clenched fists rising to his face, gripping his hair tightly as he gritted his teeth, frustration and anger filling him up to the brim.

He felt everything crumble, his legs were shaking and he could barely stand up.

Dean's firm arms wrapped around Sam's shoulders as his eyes clouded over, he could feel his pain deep down in his core, he knew inside how much he was hurting.

"Not Jess....not Jess," he said breaking out of his brother's grip and walking towards the room, angrily ripping away the police tape covering the door.

Blood....so much blood.

He nearly gagged at the sight, having never seen anything remotely gory in over fifteen years, he screwed his eyes shut his fingers pinching his brow as he willed himself to look at her.

Jessica Moore's body was sprawled across the living room floor, right in front of the door.

Her blue/green eyes were wide open and glassy, staring at the ceiling coldly, her hair had long-since out of its tight bun, it spread around her pale head like a halo, the deep red of her blood mixing into her blonde locks.

"Stab wounds to the lower abdomen" someone spoke solemnly, pens scratching against paper as Sam walked forward.

A police officer stepped forward and grasped his shoulder "Sir, this is a private police crime scene, you can't be here-"

"That's my wife" Sam whispered his features like stone, the large bags under his eyes more noticeable against his pale skin "that's my..." he choked on his words as he struggled to tear his eyes away from Jess's body.

He felt the hand disappear as he stumbled forward his breathing slow and shaking.

He slowly sunk down in front of Jess, his head aching and spinning out of control and feeling like someone had punched him in the gut.

Tears prickled in the back of his eyes before they started to spill down his cheeks, his lips pressed together as his body started to tremble.

Sam's large shaky hands reached for her and pulled the pale and cold body towards his chest.

His chin fell down as he let a single sob escape from his lips, Jess's hair tickling his nose and he held her close, willing for her wake up again.

"Please...god no," he said gritting his teeth together as a gripped onto her body tighter, trying to spread his warmth onto her.

Hot, salty tears were streaming down his face as he rocked Jess slowly with him, whispering softy to her, hoping she could still hear him, hoping she still knew how much her loved her.

The policemen and detectives watched the couple with sad expressions, none of them stepping forward to take Sam away, none of them moving at all.

Dean watched from the doorway, his jaw tightly clenched as his brother crumbled, his features solemn and emotionless.

He could smell it in the air, sulfer.

Which could only mean one thing.

Demons.

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I hope this was good enough to make you at least feel something?

*glares at twist and shout*

*looks into distance*

*crawls into corner*

Wise men say....

NONONONONONONO

*screams*

-Boo xx😊