|What if Monster Movie
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What if Ed was the shapeshifter? Chapter 4 of 4 up.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Suspense - Dean W. & Sam W. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 4,533 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 09-29-10 - Published: 09-26-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6353066
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What if Ed was the shapeshifter?
Sam left Dean and Jamie to go take care of Ed, the shapeshifter. "So, the X files are real?" Jamie asked, giving her complete attention to Dean. She really liked him.
"No, the X Files are a TV show, this is real," Dean said.
"Oh," Jamie nodded. "So, this is what you do? You and your partner travel around the country on your own dime and hunt these things?"
"Pretty much," Dean answered.
"Must be lonely," she said.
Dean shrugged his shoulders.
"Maybe I could help with that. Want to go back to my place?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah," Dean smiled.
Dean and Jamie woke up to his cell phone ringing. "Yeah?" he said.
"Dean?" It was Sam.
"Yeah. Did you get the shifter?" Dean asked and watched Jamie getting up to get a shower.
"Yeah, I didn't want to bother you last night. I figured you went home with Jamie."
"Sure did. Thanks," Dean said and heard the shower turning on. He wondered if Jamie would mind if he joined her.
"Alright. I'll see you later, then?" Sam asked.
"Uh-huh," Dean muttered and hung up and headed to the bathroom. He found out that Jamie was more than happy to let him join her.
Dean and Jamie headed into her bar around lunchtime and saw Sam sitting at a table. "Hey, Sam," Dean said and sat down across from him.
Jamie smiled at him. "I have to get to work. See you later?"
"Yeah, I'll say bye before we leave town," Dean answered.
Jamie's face fell. She wasn't expecting him to leave this early. "OK."
After she left, Sam said, "You know, we don't have to leave right now. We could stick around for a while."
"What?" Dean was surprised. Sam hadn't even wanted to take this job because he wanted to concentrate on stopping Lillith.
"Yeah. I mean you just got out of Hell. You say you don't remember it, but even so, you deserve a break."
Dean looked uncomfortable. He was beginning to remember bits and pieces of Hell, but he didn't want to discuss it with Sam. Luckily, it didn't really seem like he wanted to, he was just making an observation.
"Sam, we have to get out there and go hunting," Dean said. He couldn't quit remember Hell, but he knew he had done something bad down there, something he needed to make up for, and that meant hunting down all the evil he could find.
Jamie walked up with a couple of beers. "Here you go. On the house."
"Thanks," Sam smiled up at her.
"Thanks," Dean echoed.
"So, are you guys leaving today?" Jamie asked, hoping that Dean had changed his mind in the last few minutes. She had caught a couple of snatches of the conversation, so she knew that there was a slight, slight possibility.
"We're going to leave right after lunch," Dean said, glaring at Sam, daring him to argue with him.
Instead of arguing with him, Sam went on a different tack. "Maybe you could come with us?"
"Yeah, that would be great," Jamie said. Her job was temporary, only through Oktoberfest, which was ending tomorrow, anyway. She had no plans after that and would love to spend more time with Dean. Maybe she could even help them, what was it Dean called it, hunt?
"Jamie, you don't want to come with us," Dean said, giving Sam an odd look.
"You don't want me to?" Jamie asked, hurt.
"Well, it's not that. It's just that it's a hard life. You might not like it," Dean said.
"Isn't that for me to decide?" Jamie asked.
"So, it's settled. You'll come with us," Sam said.
"Great. I'll go let my boss know I quit," Jamie said.
"We'll pick you up at your place in a couple of hours," Dean said as she left.
"I like her. I think she could be good for you," Sam said.
"I don't understand why you're doing this," Dean said.
"There's something wrong with you. I think Jamie could help get you back on track."
"There's nothing wrong with me," Dean said defensively.
"I didn't mean it like that.
The Impala pulled up outside of Jamie's building. She came running out with two suitcases.
"Suitcases?" Dean muttered to Sam. "I think this is a mistake."
"You'll be fine," Sam reassured him.
"Hey, are we ready to go?" Jamie asked as she slid into the back seat.
"I guess," Dean said and drove off towards the next town.
Sam woke up in a cold and dank basement. His clothes were gone. He was dressed only in his boxers. He struggled to open his eyes. That shifter had really hit him in the head hard. His vision was a little blurry, but it finally cleared. There was a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. He saw a note a couple of inches away from him. He picked it up to read it.
Dear Old Sam,
I have left you water, but no food. By the time you have succumbed to dehydration, I should have all the memories I need. Feel free to yell all you want, this bomb shelter is soundproof and long forgotten by those who had it built.
From New Sam
Sam saw the water next to him and considered not drinking any to hasten his demise. That would show that stupid shapeshifter, but his thirst finally won out.