By the time we managed to scurry out of the manhole, we knew it was already too late. If the shifter hadn’t finished Becky off by now, it was close to it. As we walked down the sidewalk, the boys hardly worse for wear, something caught my eye from my peripheral vision.
“Dean,” I said, my voice cracking. Flashing across the screen was a police sketch of Dean. There was little doubt in my mind that the shifter had gotten to Becky. I gave a sigh of relief though when, according to the headlines, the victim was still alive.
“Dammit,” Dean muttered. “That’s not even a good picture of me!”
I rolled my eyes. “I think we have a bigger problem here, Dean,” I said. “We need to find this shifter and pump a clip full of silver into him before he gets you into anymore trouble.”
“We have no weapons. No silver bullets,” Sam reasoned.
“Sam, the guy’s walkin’ around with my face, okay, it’s a little personal. I wanna find him,” Dean snapped.
“Okay. Well where do we look?” I asked. “You’re face is plastered on every news station in the city. And we have no weapons.”
“The car?” Sam offered. I nodded. It was probably our best bet.
“I’m betting he drove over to Becky’s,” Dean agreed.
“The news said he fled on foot. I bet it’s still parked there,” I said with a nod of my head.
“The thought of it driving my car,” Dean said sourly.
“Alright, c’mon,” Sam said. We began to walk in the direction of Becky’s house.
“It’s killing me,” Dean muttered under his breath.
“Just let it go, Dean,” I told him. He huffed but didn’t reply.
We got closer and closer to Becky’s, and when we finally began to walk down the alley near Becky’s house, the Impala began to come into view.
“Oh, there she is! Finally, something went right tonight,” Dean said, quickening his pace to get to his ‘baby’ faster. But as he got closer to the car, a police car drove in front of the entrance to the alley. Seeing Dean, it immediately backed up and turned it’s lights on. “Oh crap,” he muttered, then he tried to go back the way we came. But there was another police car behind us.
“You go, we’ll hold them off,” Sam told Dean.
“No way! They’ll catch you!” Dean protested.
“They can’t hold us. Just go, keep out of sight. Meet us at Rebecca’s,” I told him. When he made no move to leave, I stepped forward and gave him a push. “Get your ass out of here! Go! And stay out of the sewers alone,” I yelled to him.
Dean jumped over the fence. Before he could get out of earshot I yelled, “I mean it!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Dean yelled back. I gave Sam a look and seconds later the police were in front of us.
“Don’t move! Keep your hands where I can see them!” the police officer yelled to us with his gun drawn.
Sam and I obliged, doing what the policeman said.
We soon found ourselves back at the station, but after a few quick questions, they let us go. We were right in that they couldn’t hold us.
As soon as we were released, we rushed over to Becky’s. She answered the door hesitantly, looking scared out of her wits. She let us inside.
“Can I use the ladies room?” I asked of her.
“Of course. Down the hall and first door on the left,” she said, pointing to where I was supposed to go.
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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...