Rebecca's House...
The three of them sprinted around Rebecca's house to see the impala still parked there.
Dean instantly became relieved, "Ah, there she is! Finally, something went right tonight."
A police car slid up and parked next to Dean's car, ceasing their walk to the impala. Angel grabbed both of her brother's arms and backed them up. As they turned another car flew down the alley a few yards away.
Dean moved toward a fence, "This way, this way."
"You guys go." Sam held back, "I'll hold them off."
"Uh, excuse me?" Angel whirled around, "Hell no we're not leaving you. They'll catch you!"
"They can't hold me!" He pressed, "Just go. Keep out of sight. Meet me at Rebecca's." Angel climbed over the fence first, followed by Dean, "And, hey." Dean started to climb the fence but stopped and turned, "Stay out of the sewers until I'm with you guys." Dean stayed silent as he hopped over the fence, "I mean it!"
"Yeah, yeah!"
The next morning...
Dean sighed as he stood beside Angel while they both readied their guns with silver bullets, "Sorry, Sam. But you know us..." He inserts the clip loudly, "We just can't wait."
Angel smiled as she closed the trunk, "Yeah, like he'd hold back if the roles were reversed."
They entered the sewer, flashlights shining and guns at the ready. Almost immediately they came across a chamber filled with candles and chains. Revolting piles of skin and blood made a trail on the floor. At a noise, Angel took the lead ahead of Dean, slowly following it to another area of the sewer. It led to a large figure covered with a sheet, much like they were earlier. She removed it quickly, confusion filling her at the sight of Rebecca cowering there with her hands and feet bound together.
Dean stepped to the side to see and held that same look, "Rebecca?"
Both of them quickly bent down to untie her, "What happened?"
She cried as she spoke, "I was walking home, and everything just went white. Someone hit me over the head, and I wound up here just in time to see that thing turn into me. I don't know, how is that even possible?"
"Hey, hey, it's okay." Angel looked up at her as Dean finished untying her rope, "Are you hurt? Can you walk?"
She nodded hurriedly before Dean helped her up, "Okay, we've gotta hurry. Sam went to see you."
They made it back to Rebecca's house just in time to see him, in the form of Dean, choking out Sam on the floor.
"Hey!"
At Deans yell, the shifter scrambled off Sam and whirled around to see Dean and Angel pointing their pistols at him. He stared at them for a second before making a move to run. Angel and Dean each fired a shot and nailed him in the heart twice. The force of the bullets sent him stumbling back before he fell to the ground, dead.
Angel rushed over to her little brother as Dean walked to the shifters body and snatched back his stolen necklace. He nodded knowingly to his siblings and Angel looked down at Sam.
"You okay?" He nodded, still reeling from the lack of oxygen, "Good."
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The Winchester Three (S1): The Beginning
FanfictionAngel Millie Winchester, eldest of the Winchester clan, had to grow up exceptionally early at the age of 6 to help care for her brothers (4 year old Dean and 6 month old Sam) after their mother was murdered by a Yellow Eyed Demon. She's blossomed...