My head pounded and I groaned audibly. I could feel cold hard concrete beneath me, and I wondered vaguely where I was. The air was cool and smelled of mildew. I blinked my eyes open slowly and tried to move, but to no avail. My whole body ached like a mother and I still had no idea where I was.
As I tried to reposition myself yet again, I felt the sting as cold metal bit into my wrists. I sighed, knowing that wherever I was, the moron that put me here had taken precautions to make sure that I wouldn’t escape.
My brain was foggy but it was feeling better by the minute, and if finally clicked where I was at. The mildewy smell, the pipes, the cold, damp feel of the air; exactly what it had been like earlier when we’d been scouting out the damn shifters lair.
The longer I sat there, the more frustrated I became, and the more I tried to fidget to get myself out of the binds. I wasn’t just handcuffed behind a pillar, I was also tied up with rope to the pillar, so that even fidgeting, I couldn’t move more than an inch to either side. I began to scream profanities, hoping that the idiot shifter was near enough that it could hear me.
I soon heard the sound of something being dragged down one of the many halls and I stopped my screaming. I was going hoarse anyway. I listened as the noise got closer and closer and I finally I heard the sound of a heavy object being dropped to the floor. I could not turn to see what was going on, but after another thump, I began to hope that it was not Sam and Dean who were the source of that loud thumps.
“Oh, look who’s finally awake,” the shifter said, coming over to me and kneeling in front of me. It was wearing my face, and the same outfit I was currently wearing. I shivered slightly as I thought about what the hell it would do in my skin. I could almost see my perfect record flying out the window.
“Where are Sam and Dean?” I demanded through gritted teeth.
“Oh, they’re fine,” she said with a light laugh. “Hell, if I were you I’d be more worried about myself.”
“I swear to God if you kill anyone as my doppelganger I’m going to skin you alive!” I screamed at the shifter.
“Oh, not to worry. I’m not going to kill anyone while wearing your face,” it said. “Although it’s tempting. It’s kinda fun seeing into your brain.”
I spat at the shifter and it slowly brought it’s hand up to wipe it’s face. Moments later, it reached out and backhanded me, my head slamming against the pillar behind me. I groaned in pain. The shifter only laughed.
“You’re so strong willed. It’s no wonder that you, I mean, I, haven’t gotten yourself in more trouble than I have. I mean, I just can’t take no for an answer,” it taunted. My head throbbed even more after the blow, and it was everything to hold it up properly.
“Go to hell,” I managed to say through gritted teeth. The shifter just threw her head back and laughed.
“Oh, I would, but I’ve got some important things to discuss with that Becky girl.”
“You leave her alone!” I shouted, but that only got me another slap across the face.
“You know, it gives me no pleasure to do that,” it said, smirking slightly. “When I hit you I only hit myself.”
“Bite me,” I shot back.
The shifter chuckled and stood in it’s place. It smirked, and then it’s expression slowly turned pained. It slipped off it’s clothes, ones identical to what I was wearing, and it began to pull off pieces of flesh before my eyes. I wrinkled my nose and buried my face in my shoulder, unable to watch as it shed it’s skin. The grotesque sound of it ripping it’s own skin off finally stopped, but I refused to look up. I nearly jumped out of my skin, my real skin, when I felt it kneel before me again. But instead of hearing my voice, I heard Dean’s.
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The Song Remains The SameFanfiction
Katherine Sutton vowed to never return to hunting the supernatural after watching her mother die before her eyes. It's been two years, and so far, she's kept that promise. Enter Sam and Dean Winchester, arguably two of the best hunters out there. Ka...