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I followed Sam's gaze to see two Deans each with a gun pointed at the other and matching outfits.
Oh shit.
"What are you?" Sam demanded. When neither of them answered he continued, "A shifter?"
Both Deans still said nothing.
"Neither of them will say anything because you're going to shoot whoever answers." I pointed out, pulling myself up using the impala. Sam mumbled something under his breath and reached down to my boot, grabbing for my knife but grasping nothing.
"Where-"
"Here." I held the knife out to him with a small smirk. He rolled his eyes and took the knife, making his way around the front of Baby to the Dean on the left while still keeping his gun on them. He jerked up his sleeve and pressed the silver against his forearm assaulting the air with a sizzling sound and the smell of burning flesh.
Before we could react shifter Dean was halfway across the parking lot. Sam began sprinting after him as Dean lunged for the trunk, digging for silver bullets.
"Follow them! Don't let Sam out of your sight!" He barked, tossing me a loaded gun and digging for his.
I took off after them, lengthening my strides and pumping my legs as fast as they would go, but it was useless. They were both taller than me and they rounded the gas station building a good five seconds before I did.
When I finally caught sight of them again I was staring at two Sams with their hands on each other's throats.
Okay... That could be extremely hot. But not good.
"STOP! BOTH OF YOU ON YOUR KNEES HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!" I yelled pointing the gun back and forth between them as they slowly repositioned themselves.
"Oh shit..." Dean grumbled as he came to a stop next to me.
"I know." I snapped trying to think of a good way to tell them apart without the silver that was back at the car.
"Two Sammy's-" Dean observed in a slightly hinting tone.
"I can't even tell you what I'm thinking right now." I cut him off watching a dirty smile spread across both Sam's faces.
"Please keep that to yourself." Dean moaned in the same way teenage kids tell their parents to stop flirting in public.
"Your birthday?" I asked Sam in hopes I would pick up a hesitation in one.
"May 2, 1983" both Sams answered in unison.
Fuck.
"Our first kiss?" I tried a new one.
"Laundry room after a demon attack." both Sams once again answered in unison.
"My middle name?"
"Faye"
"My favorite food?"
"Chicken fried steak and avocado burgers"
"Sweet spot?"
"Behind your ear and your left hip bone."
"Favorite movie?"
"One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest"
"My birthday is in how many days?"
"23"
"DAMNIT!" I screamed as I threw my hands up in the air.
"Gingy he has all the memories Sam does." Dean reminded me. I took a deep breath and thought through our situation. My mind raced and I could see both Sam's faces change to ones of concern and confusion simultaneously.
Shifters take memories, they've got them from all the people they've copied. So what's something that Dean might know about me/Sam that Sam doesn't.
"How often did Dean call me?" I asked swallowing hard and on my last string of hope.
Sam on the right answered with an immediate, "Once a week." and was immediately shot by both Dean and I.
The shifter melted into a puddle of flesh kind of like the knot in my stomach and Sam let out a breath he had been holding as he sat back on his knees letting his hands slap against his thighs.
"Lets not do that again." I said offering Sam a hand up and pulling him into a hug once he was completely upright.
"I thought your favorite movie was Tarzan?" Dean asked, ignoring me and Sam's severe PDA.
"It was until a month or so ago. Jack Nicholson is a great actor." I informed him as we walked back to the car.
I had almost forgotten we were at a public place until I heard a faint whining sound.
"Damnit!" Sam hissed, extending his strides and pulling me along at a faster pace. I was only five inches shorter than him but it took a lot of effort for me to keep up without tripping.
I caught a glimpse of he red and blue glow as I clambered in the back seat and it finally clicked in my head why the boys were in such a hurry, "Shit!"
"Exactly!" They both replied slamming their doors shut as Dean fired up the engine.
"Alright Baby, we got a full tank and some cops to evade. You ready?" Dean asked with an insane grin spreading up to his eyes.
His look caused my stomach to tie up in knots again. The one thing I hadn't done with the Winchesters is deal with authorities. "Should I hold on to something or...?"
"Yes" Sam answered gripping the door and back of his seat.
My instinct was to buckle up but the car didn't have seat belts so I gripped my door and braced myself with my foot pressed against the other door.
Dean howled with laughter as he peeled out of the gas station and swerved onto the old highway. I managed to hold on and keep myself upright during the maneuver by some miracle.
The newer police Chargers were gaining on us quickly on the straight away and Sam was nervously glancing in the rear view, "Dean" he warned.
"Shut up Sam I know what I'm doing!" Dean barked as he sped up over a creek bridge.
"Last time you did this we landed in jail and Bobby had to come break us out!" Sam argued.
"If we get arested I'm playing victim so I can bust you out." I decided still quite concerned about the aproaching cop cars.
"No ones getting arrested!" Dean insisted, "I've got the ace up my sleeve."
Sam and I shared a look of 'we're fucked' as we braced ourselves for what was to come.
Dean promptly veered off onto a farm road running between a field of fully grown corn and a field of potatoes.
"THEYRE STILL FOLLOWING!" I yelled.
We are so 100% fucked.
"They won't be for long!" Dean chuckled and drove baby straight into the corn field.
"Dean we tried this last time! It didn't work!" Sam insisted leaning his head back in defeat.
"Shut up I have an idea!" Dean snapped swerving through the corn every which way and going full circle on our path, crossing it many times.
"It's the same idea!" Sam complained.
"I'm not done yet!" Dean growled.
"When we get stopped I'm coming in back with you and pretending he stole our car." Sam informed me with a defeated look on his face.
Soon enough we could hear the sirens again and the faint purple glow was drifting above the corn next to our entrance point. Not long after, the lights entered the corn at a slower pace than we had but they made good progress through our maze. Dean slowed to a crawl and wove his way back through the crisscrossing trails we had left our first time around.
"How the hell do you know where you're going?" I whispered leaning forward but making sure to still brace myself.
"It's a pattern genius." Dean hissed back.
"Excuse me? I'm the only one in the car who graduated college." I pointed out smugly.
Sam rolled his eyes, "Guys we are in a car. You don't have to whisper."
"Hush Samson it adds to the dramatic effect." I jokinging whispered and placed a finger on his lips.
Everyone held their breath, even though we were in a car, as we passed between the glow of two separate police cars at an agonizingly slow pace. Any faster and we would have revved the engine up and made the shocks complain which would have been a sure give away.
After what felt like hours we finally saw the path we made going in and Dean floored it back onto the road, drifting into the highway and speeding off on our previously planned course.
I cackled like a maniac when I was sure the cops were lost somewhere behind us, "That was awesome! Holy shit Dean!"