Some Secrets Should Stay Secrets (Supernatural)

Shifters And Werewolves And Witches OH MY!

._.__.~Felicity~.__._.

Linda explained it all to us, in much detail. Her foster mother and father adopted her because they thought they couldn't have a child of their own, since Karen, her mother, was a werewolf and her father, Arthur, was a shapeshifter.

Later they discovered she was pregnant. With twins. Two girls; one was a shifter and one was a werewolf. They all grew up together, and Linda was pretty much cut out of the group. They despised her, because she was human.

And once they grew up and moved out, Linda found out that her sisters were taking lives, just for fun. So she dabbled in witchcraft in order to protect her friends. She knew who her sisters would kill next, thanks to intuition. So she did everything she could to keep them from becoming their next victims.

But, of course, she could never get the spell right. She wasn't exactly a skilled Wiccan. She constantly got something wrong. So there were four deaths already, none of which were even discovered.

And Linda's husband, Gerald found out. He thought her sisters should've been killed long ago. But Linda was always against the idea; they might've hated her, and shunned her her whole life, but they were still family.

Although, the part where Bailee killed Louise alluded her.

"Wait." Castiel spoke up after Linda finished speaking.

"What is it?" I looked to him.

He looked down at me. "If Louise is a shapeshifter, then she can only be killed with silver, correct?"

"Yeah."

"She had her heart ripped out. So that must mean...." He let the sentence hang.

We all understood what he meant and returned to where Louise was. She was gone. And there was a grotesque pile of shifter skin in her place.

I tightened my hold on the silver candlestick. If Louise was still alive, that meant a werewolf and a shapeshifter were running rampant through the house.

"Well, well, well," A new voice spoke behind us. We all turned on our heels to find Bailee, or possibly Louise, standing there. "You figured it out. We were hoping you'd kill Linda for us, but we can't all get what we want, can we?"

"Bailee." Linda seethed.

She smirked. "Hiya, sis. You're just in time for Thanksgiving dinner."

"So you're the werewolf?" I asked nervously.

"Damn right. I prefer lycan, but werewolf works too."

"Why did you make it look like you killed Louise?" Linda asked.

"Because that was part of the plan. I knew you two would show up, so we decided to create a... distraction, I suppose you'd call it. Make it look like Linda was the werewolf that 'killed' Louise so you'd off her. That just seemed like so much fun. Besides, we don't like to get our hands dirty."

"How did you know we would arrive?" Castiel asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Because he said you would."

"Who did?" I asked, though there was a possible answer that came to mind.

"Trust me, sweetie, you know who."

I shook my head. "No... not-"

"Django, yes. He hired us to kill you, and we decided to kill two birds with one stone. Well, figuratively speaking."

My head was spinning. Django hired them to kill me? And how exactly would they do that? I'm not exactly easy to kill.

"The deaths in this town. Linda's disappearance. It... it was all a trap, wasn't it?"

"Indeed so, my dear. And you both have just waltzed right into it."

I tightened my hold on the candlestick even more. There's no way I'd let her get away with this. Or Django.

"Oh, and don't think that candlestick is gonna do you any good. There's no way it's silver."

"Well, there's only one way to find out."

I lunged at her, swinging the candlestick so it ended up hitting her in the side of the head. She cried out in pain and looked at me with animalistic eyes and gruesome fangs, a burn mark on her forehead.

While she was distracted, Castiel managed to come up from behind her and impale her in the back with his angel blade. She fell to the ground, dead.

"One down, one to go." I said.

"This is a shapeshifter we're dealing with," Castiel informed. "We should stick together so we know who is real and who is the shifter."

"Alright, let's go then."

We searched through the house, starting with the kitchen. There was nothing in there, but the suspense continued to grow. We went upstairs, myself at the front. As soon as I reached the top of the stairs, where the door was, I was dragged in, the door locked behind me.

I was faced by myself.

"Looks like it's just us." She smirked.

"Talk about a funhouse mirror." I scoffed.

We were locked in battle, Castiel and Linda attempting to break through the door. She tried to land a punch, but I quickly blocked with the candlestick. She groaned in pain, but was quick to recover. She knocked my feet out from under me and had me pinned by my wrists. I kicked and writhed beneath her, but I knew I was no match for her.

She grinned. "Give it up, sweetie. You're just not strong enough."

I just chuckled. "Don't call me sweetie." I channeled all my energy and felt it pump through my veins. I could feel my power flow through me. And just like that, everything went white.

(Sorry about the shortness! I'll be back!)