Part four of four. Takes place after Sanity and Visions and Nightmares, and Once Bitten.

Rated M for language and violence.

Summary: When a creature can look like anyone, who can you trust? Massachusetts residents find themselves the victims of a doppelganger attack. Will the boys be able to sort through its tricks and lies to find the truth? Or will they be its next victims?

Disclaimer: I do not own Sam, Dean, Bobby, Missouri, Jo, or anything Supernatural related, but the story and other characters are mine. Enjoy!!

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The next morning, the boys awoke in pleasant moods, feeling as though the weight on their shoulders had been lifted. No more demon to bother them, Sammy wasn't a werewolf, and Dean didn't have to put a bullet through his little brother's heart. All in all, things were looking up. Most of all, they had a hunt waiting for them, and Dean was itching to get back to normality. You know you live in a messed up world when hunting the supernatural can be considered normal. Dean smirked as this thought flashed through his mind.

He didn't really give a damn what other people thought about their lives. They were just oblivious. And he hoped for their sakes, they could stay that way. Hell, he even wished Sammy could have stayed that way and gotten the normal life he always wanted. But no use crying over spilled milk. They had work to do.

"So do we know that the shifter is still in Seabiscuit?" Dean asked his little brother who was finishing packing the last of his belongings. Sam looked up with a you moron… face.

"It's Seekonk, Dean. And yeah, as far as I know. Bobby said he'd keep an eye out for a change and Jo and Ellen are keeping tabs on the roadhouse crew to see if they've heard anything new."

"Sweet. Let's go kill the son-of-a-bitch." Dean tweaked his eyebrows at his brother with a huge grin across his face.

Sam couldn't help but laugh. "Jeez, Dean. Listen to you! Give you something to kill and a decent drive ahead of us and you're happy go lucky."

"Well why shouldn't I be?" Dean asked, slightly indignantly.

"No reason. I'm glad you're happy. Makes a nice change from your usual broody, wishin'-for-the-end-of-the-world self."

"Uh… I think you just described yourself, dude."

"Shut up. Let's get going."

"Yes, ma'am," Dean said, feigning obedience and saluting Sam who rolled his eyes and whacked his brother in the back of the head as he passed to exit the motel room.

"What'd I do?" Dean pouted like an abused puppy or a child who was just told that Santa never existed, but Sam easily caught the glint of mischief in his brother's eyes.

"I'm watching you, man. Don't try anything stupid."

"Aw Sammy… I'd never. I'm offended that you would think that."



Both boys climbed into the Impala and her engine roared to life. Dean sped out of the parking lot, eager to get back onto the road now that he was reasonably healed. It took six days of nothing but bed rest before Sam allowed Dean to move around. Three more days, and Dean thought he would kill his brother anyway because of the motherly way he was treating him. Yesterday, he finally convinced Sam that he was ready to move on, and when Sam relented, it was the happiest feeling Dean had felt in a long time.

He finally got his freedom.

Back in Kansas, Missouri tossed fitfully in her sleep. She saw a shadow hovering outside a window, heard the laughter of the Winchester boys, saw a glint of amused yellow eyes, then she saw Dean screaming in pain, Sam yelling for whatever was happening to stop, and heard a much deeper laugh that sent chills up her spine. Lastly, she saw a smirking face state Life is a bitch, ain't it?

She sat bolt upright, sweating profusely and trying to get her breathing under control.

"That's not possible…" she stated aloud to her empty house. "Bobby said it was gone for good. Something is not right. I have to warn the boys." With that, she lunged for her phone.

Dean's good mood was short lived thanks to his cell phone that was barely heard above Metallica's Enter Sandman that was blaring through the Impala's speakers. He grudgingly turned the radio down and flipped open his cell. Sam, who had been daydreaming out the window, turned a questioning look on his brother.


"Don't you take that tone with me, boy," Missouri's voice responded.

"Sorry, Missouri. I didn't know it was you. What's up?"

"I'm not sure yet. Something's wrong. I can't explain it yet, I just have this feelin' is all. You boys be careful, ya hear? Somethin' dark and purely evil is lurking around you. I swear it almost feels like that first night I went to your old house…"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on a sec. What's this all about? Our old house? You mean like you think old yellow eyes is hangin' around? Cause that's not possible, Missouri. I wasted the damn thing. It didn't even go back to hell. It's g-o-n-e, gone. So whatever vibes your gettin', they can't be right."

"I know that, Dean. Bobby told me what happened. I said I don't understand it just yet, but I felt it was necessary to give you boys a heads up. Watch out for each other."

"We always do. Thanks for update. We'll be in touch if something comes up. See you, Missouri."

"Bye Dean."

The moment Dean hung up, Sam was grilling him for information after only hearing half the conversation.

"What was that about? The yellow eyed demon? He's dead right? Gone for good? What's she think is happening? Did she have a vision or something? Why…"

"Sammy, slow down please. One question at a time, dude. You're givin' me a headache."

"Sorry. What did she say about the demon?"

"She said something was off. She mentioned the demon, but knows we wasted it, so she's still trying to work it all out and she'll get back to us when she does. Until then, watch our backs. End of story."

Sam's eyes clouded slightly with fear of that thing still being alive and possibly still wanting his brother. He'd keep a sharper eye out now. He wouldn't give the bastard another shot at Dean. Not if he could stop it.

Dean, however, was point blank refusing to believe that the demon was still around. That part of his nightmare was over and done with. From here on out, it was supposed to all be downhill. He had finally avenged his mother and father. Besides, that was the last bullet, so if it wasn't dead, Dean didn't want to have to deal with the possibility that he had failed his family yet again by wasting his last chance.

No, damn it. He pulled the trigger, watched the bullet hit its target, watched the demon flicker and fade. It was over, and that's all there was to it.

Give him one more day, and they'd be in Seekonk. What a ridiculous name… he thought to himself as he gunned the engine and made good use of the high speed lane.

Meanwhile, Jo was back at the roadhouse helping her mom clean up from the night before and preparing for the night ahead. God, hunters were really messy. She hadn't had time to talk to her mom about where she had been or why she left when she had arrived late last night because a few hunters began a drunken brawl over who had killed the most vampires. Ellen had ignored them at first because hunters are known to start shit when they've had one too many, but once fists started flying, she ended it in a hurry with the shotgun behind the counter.

She made them take it outside, but they certainly left a mess behind with broken glass from bottles scattered all over the floor, one smashed table, and a few blood splatters. Even after sweeping for the past twenty minutes, Jo was still finding pieces of glass wherever she turned.

Ellen was behind the bar drying mugs. Ash was asleep again on the pool table, oblivious to everything. Ellen decided to speak up first.

"So was it everything you expected it to be?"

Jo was slightly startled by her mom's voice, but quickly schooled her features and gave the answer she had been preparing for the past two hours.

"No, not everything, but it was a nice change from the monotony of the roadhouse. I'm not sorry I left mom, but I am sorry about how I went about it. I should have told you first. I was just afraid you would try to talk me out of it and I didn't want to start a fight between us."

"I guess I can understand that. So what made you come home after all this time?"

Jo wasn't prepared for this question, so she just blurted out the truth. "Dean."

"Dean? Winchester? The boy who takes after his dad and could never stop hunting, even if his war was over? He was the one who convinced you to come home?" Ellen asked taken aback.

"Yes, mom. He said it was too dangerous and that I should go home where I belong basically." Ellen could hear the poorly concealed hurt in Jo's voice and snapped into motherly mode.

"Sweetie, I'm sure he didn't mean it like you think. He's just looking out for you. Personally, I'd like to thank him for sending you back home to me." Ellen enveloped her daughter in a big hug, almost afraid that if she let go, Jo would disappear on her again.

"I just hope the boys will be okay. They've been through a lot since I met up with them. I don't know how they do it every day."

"They were taught well, Jo, by the best hunter I ever knew. They'll have their struggles, sure… but believe me, they will come out on top in the end. I can't see any other acceptable outcome for them. Even if it's only through sheer will or luck."


What do you think so far? I'm trying to get as many characters that we love into this last one, so please bear with me with the constant changing of scenes. I'll do my best to bring it all together in the end. If you have any ideas, as always let me know!