Prologue: Insisting that he'd finish the job for them, Corey gave Dean, Sam, Carli and Sammy another job to busy themselves with- one involving another shape shifter back in St. Louis, Missouri, the very place where it all started. With Sam's friend Rebecca Warren being a target of the shape shifter, the four hunters have no choice but to turn up on her doorstep to somehow prevent her from becoming the shape shifter's next victim. But for Dean and Carli to suddenly go missing, Sammy and Sam don't know whether to go looking for them, not knowing if it is merely a trap or not. With another twist to the story, it's whether or not someone is going to give into the undenying pressure of keeping someone alive. Who will get out of this alive?

One of a Kind PT.2

Carli sat in the mud, holding her legs close to her body to keep herself warm. She guessed that it must be getting dark outside because of the cooling of the temperature, and a very cold draught swept through wherever she was. On top of that, she was stuck in everlasting darkness, only knowing when her kidnapper returned when a bright light illuminated a small area of the cave or mine or wherever she now was. She also couldn't remember what had happened to her the last time when her kidnapper had returned for her, because he or she had knocked her unconscious- and she knew that because she now had a painful headache and a rather large lump on the back of her head.

Shivering violently, Carli pulled herself to her feet and held her arms as if she was hugging herself. All she needed was a heater, blanket and maybe a nice, warm bed to crawl into- but no. She was stuck somewhere dark and dank and full of mud, with nothing but herself to keep herself company. And on top of that, she didn't have a weapon to defend herself with if her attacker ever decided to show again.

Hearing a noise somewhere behind her and somewhat close by, Carli couldn't help but watch as a light illuminated the darkness not that far away from her, allowing her to see where she was and what she looked like. But, seeing a shadow move against the wall opposite of where the light was coming from, Carli's thoughts immediately shifted. Her attacker had returned and had planned to do something else to her.

He's not going to do anything to me again, Carli thought hastily, as she watched the shadow move in her direction. Now was the time to make a decision- allow her attacker to attack her again or try and defend herself- Carli chose the latter. She was ready for revenge for whoever put her in this disgusting place, and she wasn't about to go down without a fight.

Bracing herself, Carli now only had to wait until the right moment to have a go at her attacker, and from there on, she had to keep going until she had at least knocked him or her unconscious. Seconds went by and it still wasn't the right moment; Carli clenched her fists, ready to punch as soon as her attacker got close enough. Closer... just a little closer...

Carli let her punch fly and her clenched fist connected with her attacker's nose, causing him to stumble backwards and instinctively grab his nose. Before he could even moan or groan out of pain, Carli had kicked him behind one of his knee caps, causing him to once again stumble. Punching him again in the face, Carli's attacker this time let out a groan of pain, his hands covering his nose as his back hit the wall behind him.

Carli stopped. The groans coming from the injured man sounded somewhat familiar to her- too familiar... Her heart skipped a couple of beats as she stepped cautiously forward, trying not to drop her guard as she approached the man she had attacked. "Dean?"

"Carli?" He sounded somewhat surprised. Pulling his hands away from his nose to see if it was bleeding or not, he then looked down at the woman before him. It was her. Had she been here the entire time?

Carli, who dropped her guard almost instantly, approached Dean and wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling the warmth of his body against the coldness of her own.

Dean replied by wrapping his arms around Carli and sighed, leaning back against the wall he had stumbled into earlier.

"I'm really sorry," Carli aplogised, her voice slightly muffled by Dean's shirt. "I thought you were someone else."

"I can see that," he replied, sounding almost sarcastic. Of all places to be taken to, it was the same place as to where Carli was. Had she been taken just like he had off the street?

Carli began to shiver more violently against the older hunter, so he held her more closely to him, willing to give her his own body heat. He was about to ask her a question, but she beat him to the punch.

"Can I borrow your jacket?" she asked, pulling her head away from his chest to get a better look at him.

"No." His answer was quick, short and simple. It was his favourite brown leather jacket, the one that he brought with him everywhere. it was almost his trademark.

"Well, it's either that or the pants."

Dean cocked an eyebrow. He didn't know whether he was hearing Carli correctly, or whether it had been the damage she hd caused him by punching him in the face. Luckily he didn't have a broken nose. Wanting to know what Carli meant, Dean pushed the woman away from him. A smirk formed on his lips at the sight of her, for she was dressed only in her underwear- no wonder why she was almost freezing to death. "Sweetheart, I prefer you the way you are."

Carli crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, then I'll take the pants."

Dean gave a chuckle as he shrugged himself out of his leather jacket before handing it to Carli, who hastily pulled it on and around her small frame.

"So... might I ask why you're half naked?" Dean questioned, amusement hinting in his eyes as he tried to keep his eyes on Carli's face, though his eyes did wander a few times.

"My kidnapper stole them from me," she clarified, trying to cover as much of herself as possible with Dean's jacket. "He knocked me unconscious too."

Dean looked at Carli, serious this time, for pieces of the puzzle were beginning to come together. He, Sam, Sammy and Carli knew that they were dealing with yet another shape shifter, but they didn't know when it was going to strike, for they hadn't come across it just yet. But with the real Carli disappearing, the shape shifter had taken her place and pretended that she had killed herself, posing as Carli... and then, once they all believed Carli to be dead, Dean would go missing, and upon his return, he could easily go after Becky...

"What were you wearing?"

Carli creased her eyebrows at Dean. He had seen her that morning, hadn't he? Or whenever they'd last seen each other? She couldn't remember what day or what time of day it was, so she simply shrugged her shoulders. "You know, jeans, red tank top..."

Dean zoned out, for he knew what was to come sooner or later. Telling Carli about her beloved car- the one that had been smashed up earlier that day. Hell, he'd leave that up to Sam or Sammy, for they were usually better at breaking terrible news to people. He usually just told people bluntly, where as they'd sugar-coat the news for them. That was the way everyone preferred to hear things. Maybe to prepare them or something. Dean preferred to be told straight out if something had happened to his Impala. And then he'd pobably shoot the guy who wrecked it.

"Dean?"

Carli had stopped talking, and had probably had asked him a question, for she was now looking up at him with her hazel green eyes, waiting for an answer.

"Sam and Sammy think you're dead."

He didn't know why he had just said it, but he had. He was just thinking it, and he felt like he had to say it for some reason. And unlike Sam and Sammy, he didn't sugar-coat it for her. He just said it to her the way someone would tell a friend about their day- outright and bluntly. Plain as day.

"What?" Carli didn't know what to say or do, let alone regiester what Dean had just told her. "How can they think I'm dead? I simply disappeared!"

Dean shook his head. "Once you disappeared, we didn't do anything- well, we couldn't do anything. We were waiting for you to come back. And then we saw you in an accident on the news. Hell, even I thought it was actually you."

"But don't they know we're dealing with a shape shifter!?"

"We hadn't seen the shape shifter at all, so we were waiting for it to strike," Dean continued, "and when you disappeared, we thought the shape shifter posing as you was actually you, so Sam and Sammy think you're dead, and I've simply gone missing- unless the bastard poses as me."

Carli ran her hands forcibly through her hair. "What accident?" she asked, planting her hands on her hips. "Wait- are you saying something happened to my car!?"

She was getting angry, Dean could tell, so all her could do was tell her the truth- with no sugar-coating at all. "The shifter totalled your car in the middle of an intersection," he clarified. "I doubt even Bobby could salvage the parts."

Carli swore audibly. "That son-of-a-bitch!" she exclaimed, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "I'm gonna kill it- I'm gonna make it rue the day it ever met me!"

Hesitating slightly, Dean approached Carli and placed a hand on her shoulder. "When we find a way out of here, then sure, you can do whatever you want."

Carli shrugged his hand from her shoulder, feeling the leather of his jacket slide across her skin. "And don't tell me to calm down either. That was my car, that was my baby-"

"I know," Dean interrupted. "But what the hell are you gonna do whilst we're stuck down here?"

"Find a way out," Carli said, with renewed excitement in her voice. She looked up at Dean, her hazel green eyes blazing. "Do you happen to have a knife on you?"

"... she's got a whole trunk full of weapons, Bobby," Sam stated, leaning against the wall of the motel room, his cell phone up to his ear. "The cops will link us to her as soon as they find it."

Sammy stole a glance up at her fiance, her fingers tracing the outlines of the keys of his laptop. She was currently sitting at the small table near where Sam was standing, looking up recent newspaper articles involving suspicious behaviour on the internet. If they were hunting a shifter, than it had to be leaving a trail behind it.

"Bobby, we need you here- you can't just skip us and head up to Chicago," Sam continued, running a hand over his handsome face. "How long will it take you to get here?"

There was a knock at the door- or well, a large thump, as if someone was pounding their fist against the wood. With a sigh of frustration, Sammy turned off Sam's laptop and pulled herself to her feet, only to be stopped by Sam. Although he was still on the phone, he had placed a finger to his lips to signal her to be quiet.

"I'll talk to you later Bobby."

With that, Sam hung up and tossed his cell phone across the room, pulling a handgun from his belt behind his back. Though he knew Sammy was fully capable of looking after herself, Sam wasn't going to risk losing her, now that she was having his child. He couldn't risk losing everything all over again- not since Jessica had been murdered.

Signalling for Sammy to move out of line with the front door, Sam crept towards the door, listening as the thumping became louder and more frustrated.

And that was when Sam pulled the door open, his handgun pointing at the person who had been pounding their fist against the door. It was Dean.

"Dean?" Sam instantly put his gun back on his belt, and shut the door behind his older brother once he had stepped over the threshold. "Where the hell have you been? We've been looking for you!"

Dean shrugged off his jacket, placing it onto the back of the chair by his younger brother's laptop. "I was tailing the shape shifter," he explained, turning to face Sam and Sammy. "I've been halfway across the city and back- the least you can do is cut me some slack."

"Do you know where it's hiding?" Sammy asked hopefully, pulling her blonde hair up into a high ponytail. "Do you know where it's lair is?"

Dean shook his head. "No- but I think it's planning something. It wanted to take me out of the picture, probably hoping that I wouldn't get back in time."

"In time for what?"

Dean looked in the direction of where his younger brother was standing. "Becky. I think it was hoping that someone wouldn't be protecting her- leave her vulnerable."

Sammy cocked a delicate brow. "You seem to know an awful lot about what's going on," she said, moving slowly across the room to where she had discarded her duffel bag. As soon as she reached it, she then pulled out a handgun, silver bullets already loaded into it. "You're not really Dean, are you?"

Sam was confused by what was going on. "Sammy!"

"Sammy, put the shotgun down," Dean stated, watching as Sammy aimed it first at his head, and then at his heart. "Sam, would you call your bitch of a wife off!?"

Sam looked between his brother and fiancee. "Sammy-"

"Sam, that's not Dean," Sammy insisted, her eyes briefly leaving Dean. "It's the shifter."

Dean rolled his eyes. "And you're going to trust her judgement over mine?" he demanded, his hazel eyes angry. "Well, you might as well kill me now if that's the case."

Sam placed a hand on the handgun Sammy was holding, knowing that she was possibly considering shooting his brother. "How can you be sure?" he asked her quietly. "You have no idea."

"And neither do you!" Sammy exclaimed. "Sam, we're dealing with a shape shifter, so it's only natural to be wary. But to just accept that this is your brother after him disappearing for almost half the day- he's most likely not the real deal!" With this being said, she then resumed her former position of the handgun aimed at Dean's heart.

Dean shook his head out disbelief. "Sam, are you gonna believe this bitch over me? Your own brother?"

Looking between his older brother and fiancee, Sam finally came to a decision; and to Dean's disbelief, he sided with Sammy, his own gun pointing at his brother's heart.

Carli stopped moving, her bare feet feeling as though they were about to fall off as it was so cold. "You do know that Sam and Sammy won't know it's the shifter, right?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder to see if Dean was still following her. The older Winchester was, of course, as his biker boots were sloshing around in the mud of what appeared to be a dungeon or something located off the main sewerage system beneath St. Louis.

"That's what I'm afraid of," Dean replied, and he was suddenly standing behind her. "Those stupid bitches keep evolving whenever we have to deal with them."

Carli nodded in agreement. "It'll convince both Sam and Sammy that it's you, no sweat," she stated, and because she was walking around in the dark, she bumped into the wall before her, not having realised it was so close.

Dean sniggered, causing Carli to punch him sharply in the arm in response. "I don't get those bastards though," he stated, squinting through the darkness just in time to see Carli plunge the tip of his knife into the wall she had previously bumped into. "I mean, of course I'm the attractive one, and I have many things going for me, but can't they have chosen someone else? I'm already wanted for murder as it is."

Carli placed a hand to the wall, pulling Dean's knife out as she did so. "And you're wanted by just about everyone in the supernatural community," she answered. "And I mean, you're kinda like Vegeta. You have connections."

"What, because he had such a healthy relationship with Goku?" Dean countered, amused by Carli's analogy.

Carli rolled her eyes. "Look, they're obviously using you to get to Sam- just like Vegeta was used because he was possibly the only one who could defeat Goku."

Dean scratched the back of his head. "You must've been pretty manly, even as a kid."

Catching him off-guard, Carli whirled around and kicked Dean in the chest, knocking him off his feet and to the ground. "I'm so glad I'm stuck down here with you of all people, Dean Winchester," she stated sarcastically, her eyebrows creasing as she spoke. "You always know how to put me in a good mood."

Dean, although he was lying flat on his back in the mud, smirked up at Carli, whose foot was resting on his chest, preventing him from getting back up to his feet. "Words are just worss, Sweetheart," he stated, "considering the view from down here is fantastic."

Carli blushed upon realising what Dean was talking about; she was wearing no pants, was wearing only a pair of skimpy underwear and he could see straight up his leather jacket from the position of where she was currently standing.

"You bastard," she said, recomposing herself as she turned away from Dean. She then swore underneath her breath, knowing how foolish and clumsy she had been. Dean always made her react differently than she did with anyone else; he was always challenging her in some sort of way, making her compete against him. And she loved, just as long as she beat John's oldest son- because beating someone at their own game was the best feeling in the world.

Dean pulled himself to his feet, wiping all the mud off his body and clothes as he possibly could. "Do you think I could possibly have my knife back?" he asked, approaching Carli, who had her back turned towards him. He knew she wasn't in the mood to talk to him, now that he had made that comment about her. That was one thing that Dean could never understand about girls: they could change their emotions like the flick of a switch.

Glaring at Dean, Carli turned around and complied with his request, handing him his knife back. And then she quickly moved away from the wall, just in time to avoid getting kicked by Dean. Before she could even protest, Dean was at it again, kicking the wall repeatedly until parts of it began to give way.

"You could've said something!" she exclaimed out of exasperation, watching as Dean pulled bricks away from the hole he had kicked into the wall to make it bigger.

Dean rolled his eyes, gesturing for Carli to go first. But when she stubbornly refused, crossing her arms over her chest, he released a sigh, briefly closing his eyes as he did so. "Don't be pissed with me," he stated, looking down at her when he had opened his eyes again. And then he smirked, his eyes lighting up. "Be pissed off at the shape shifter that is going to get Dean Winchester killed."

Carli froze, and as she made to duck through the wall that had been kicked in, her upper arms were grabbed and she was thrown against the wall opposite the one with the hole, her back aching from the impact. "I was right to punch you," she snarled, watching as the shape shifter walked in front of her, within mere inches of being able to touch her. "If only I'd finished the job."

The shape shifter posing as Dean rolled his eyes, smirking as he held the knife in one of his hands."Or if you hadn't given me the knife back," he replied, watching with satisfaction as horror dawned acros Carli's face. "Or if I posed as Dean. But of course, that means nothing now- now that the real Dean Winchester is probably burning in hell."

Carli swallowed the large and painful lump that had formed in her throat. "What the hell have you done to him?"

The shape shifter chuckled, taking a step closer to softly drag the knife across the skin of Carli's collarbone. "I told him my plan, and I let him go. And when he'd go back to his brother and his whore, they would shoot his brains out believing it was me, because of how much he knew."

Despite the dangerous situation, Carli punched the shape shifter across the face. "You'll be the one rotting in hell."

"Dean doesn't like the physical abuse, Miss Anderson," the shifter drawled, and he punched Carli acros the face in return. "I mean, little Dean Winchester has some odd feelings towards you, believe it or not. The Man of Steel he a- what do you call it? a soft spot for you. Always has, always will. Until the moment he died."

Whoa, talk about a long hiatus! Anyway, since I can't remember what the outline was meant to be for this specific "episode", (it's been too long!) I had to think of something that I thought that might be relatively interesting. And after all this time, I feel like I've lost the knack for it- I haven't written from the viewpoints from these characters in what, three years? God, doesn't the time fly!?

Now, onto my explanation- or what a lot of you would call my "excuse". Firstly, there was a period where I lost interest in Supernatural (believe it or not) during season 3, hence giving me writer's block. As watching the show inspired me to write, I found nothing during the third season, though I'm liking it a whole lot more now that I've gone back over it (I'm currently watching season 4- Castiel is such a babe). And after that, I stopped writing, as everyone who reads this has noticed. I became more interested in furthering my own career by writing my own books, which I'm still doing now. I've also finished high school within this time, so if my life wasn't already busy enough, it sure is now that I'm furthering my education elsewhere.

But that's it, really. I lost the urge to write fanfiction as I used to, simply because I was more interested in my own creations and my last years of school (to hell with homework, I say) needed to be focused on. So that's it. This doesn't mean an official comeback either, but if I ever find the time to post something, I definitely will. I haven't forgotten , and I never will, or my readers and reviewers. You guys still make my day, and will forever :D

And I know this chapter was crap, sloppy and and short, but I felt the need to post something. I'll probably go back and edit it when I have the time, as I have in the past, but I thought I owed you guys something, no matter what it was. So, go ahead and criticise me. I haven't got an excuse for poor writing, other than I didn't spend too much time on it. But like I said: I'll go back and edit the chapter if you guys aren't satisfied with it.