The Winchester Three (S1): The Beginning

Ch 3 Section 3

Sam looked over, "You think he found another way underground?"

"Probably." Angel glared as she shook her head, "That little slimy fucker is definately fast."

Dean looked to Sam as they stopped by the impala, "You got the keys?"

Sam stopped for a second and sent an eye to Angel before turning to Dean, "Hey, didn't Dad once face a shapeshifter in San Antonio?"

"That was Austin." Dean corrected, "And it turned out not to be a shapeshifter, it was a thought form. A psychic projection, remember?"

"Oh, right..." Sam laughed a little, shaking something off before throwing the keys to Dean, "Here ya go."

Dean caught the keys with his left hand, when earlier he had been injured in the shoulder. It set Sam and Angel both on edge but they played it off and watched him move to the trunk. He opened it and observed all the weapons with a laugh before the clicks of two guns were heard behind him.

"Don't move!" Sam yelled and he turned, "What have you done with him?"

The shifter looked between them as he put his hands up, "Guys, chill. It's me, all right?"

"Bullshit." Angel barked, "Where the hell is our brother?"

"You're about to shoot him. Calm down."

"You caught those keys with your left." Sam argued, "Your shoulder was hurt."

"Yeah, it's better. What do you want me to do, cry?"

"Drop the act. You're not our brother." Angel glared, tense, "Where is he?"

"Pull the trigger then." He looked between them intensely, "Neither one of you are sure. Come on, you two know me."

As he moved forward, Sam and Angel both tensed, "Dont."

"Stay right there."

With superhuman speed the shifter hit each of them in the face with a crowbar from the trunk. They fell to the ground unconscious almost immediately.

Later on...

Sam woke up in a dingy, dusty room. His neck and hands were bound to a wooden post. Beside him, Angel was bound as well.

"Angel. Ang, wake up." Sam shifted from where he was, grimacing as he tried to reach her, "Ang!"

She groaned loudly as she tried to move her head, coughing at the ropes, "What the hell happ-" The shapeshifter walked over to him and instantly backhanded a still confused Angel who grunted in pain at the impact, "What the hell asshole!"

"Where is he?" Sam struggled, "Where's Dean?"

"I wouldn't worry about him." The shifter shook his head, "I'd worry about yourselves."

Angel spit out some blood that pooled in her mouth before glaring, "Where the hell is he you slimy freak?"

"You don't really wanna know." He chuckled, "I swear, the more I learn about you two and your family- I thought I came from a bad background."

Angel bulked, "What?"

"What do you mean, learn?"

The shifter stared at the knife in his hand for a second before grabbing his head in pain. He grimaces as he squeezes his eyes shut. Both Winchester stared at him in confusion until he relaxed and looked over at Sam.

"He's sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home. With Dad and Angel." She turned and glared as he spoke, "You don't think I had dreams of my own? But Dad needed me. Angel needed me." He glared at Sam, "Where the hell were you?" His eyes quickly snapped to Angels, "And you. I'm never good enough to live up to your or dad's expectations. It's always Sam this or Angel that. No matter what I do, I'm never good enough." His hand whipped out and hit her again, "Both of you still treat me like a kid!"