Crowley's Daughter (Sam Winchester~ Supernatural)

Shifting

"Why do you need her for?" Dean asked the guy curiously.

"It's none of your business. Let's go, now!"

I tried to think of a plan to escape this situation. This was all too weird. Deep inside, I couldn't help but feel like something wasn't right here. I could've sworn I saw the guy get in his car and leave.

He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me away. We got to the back ally just behind the bar. I noticed some weird slime like waste on the floor. It looked a lot like skin. And just then, I knew what it was. A shape shifter.

"I've got plans for you, Milani."

"Your plans will fail. I'm not easily persuaded into doing things."

"Just as stubborn as your father, I see?"

"How do you know my father?"

"I know everything about you. Like how you're brother is cursed, and your precious mother."

"What about her?" I said furiously.

"You know nothing about her, do you?"

He laughed and I could tell right then and there that the devil himself was behind all this. Rage got the best of me. I went in for a punch, but was pushed back. Everything went black after that.

*Sam's POV*

Something in me was troubling me. I couldn't help but think about Milani. There was something wrong and I knew it.

"Ugh!"

"Sammy, are you ok?"

Visions flashing through my mind. Milani had a gun in her hand, pointing it at someone. Visions of Dean killing her.

"She's gonna kill you." I stated.

I got up and walked out of the bar. My visions made no sense to me. Milani was a troubled girl, no doubt. But something in me knew she wouldn't hurt me or Dean. I had to get to the bottom of this.

"We have to find her, Dean."

"Forget it. We got another case to solve."

"She needs our help! She's all alone."

There I go again. Always trying to help others. That's the way I was. She needs us more than ever. She had no one.

"Fine, but only cuz you had a vision about it."

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We looked everywhere for that Logan guy. We ran into his friend and I couldn't help but get angrily worried. What if she was hurt?

"Hey!" I said running to the guy.

"Where's your friend, Logan?" my brother asked.

"Why? You interested in that little slut you were with earlier?" He laughed.

Rage filled my head. No I didn't know her that well, but I know she isn't that type of girl. So I punched him.

"Don't call her that!" I yelled.

"Ok, Jesus! Last I heard of him, he was at his house."

"Great, now where does he live?"

We drove to the house and knocked. No answer. Knocked again. As we were about to leave, the door swung open.

"Hey, boys." Milani said.

"Who's here?" Said a man behind the door.

He opened the door wider and we saw his face clearly. Logan.