Burn It to the Ground

Maura’s POV.

So there we were, climbing out of the sewers, not sure whom we could trust and who was a monster posing as one of us. Fun shit.

When we got back to the motel, I had to quite literally drag Kassia to our room as she fussed about having places to be. Translation: She wanted to casually slip into Sam and Dean’s room in the dead of the night, and-Oh god, images…Moving on…I wasn’t going to have my little sister going off gallivanting with someone who could possibly eat her…Or whatever the hell Shapeshifters do with people… I should probably work on the whole research thing…

“I’m not letting you out of my sight until this case is over and done with.” I informed my sister, snagging some leftover pizza from the mini-fridge and regarding her with a worried expression. It was like her high school days all over again, though those days contained a lot less death and a lot more ‘Dad is going to kill you.’

“That’s funny,” She smirked at me, resting her head in her hand in an oh-so-sure-of-herself gesture. “Because we’re out of beer.” I raised an eyebrow at her, tilting my head in her direction to ask if she really thought I was going to fall for that one. “We’ll go together; quality time at the liquor store.” She was at a loss for words for a moment, still giving me a challenging stare, before she stood up and motioned around the small room with her hand. “But if we both leave, the Shapeshifter…In whatever the hell form it is in…Could sneak in and jump us when we come back. Do you want that, Maura? Do you?” I opened my mouth and then closed it, and then repeated the action. I knew she didn’t really see that happening, but she posed an interesting point. This left me with two options:

1. Go to the liquor store and leave her here, right next door to the Winchesters.
2. Make her go to the liquor store, in theory putting more distance between her and Dean.

I voted option number two.

“You even look at their room and I’ll shoot you.” I stated simply, opening the door to let her pass as she sauntered out into the parking lot, looking smug in her victory. The sun was setting already in the horizon, painting the previously blue sky in all shades of red, blue and yellow. I tossed her the keys and made sure to watch as she got into in the Firebird, started the engine, pulled out into the road and drove out of sight.

I often worried about my sister, but she had never been like this before. So determined. I could very easily blame Dean-Because it was all his fault, he had a strange sort of hold over Kass.

Thinking about all this, I turned and made my way over to my bed, exhausted from crawling around in the gutter half the day like a rat. I wasn’t quite sure which I needed more, a nap or a shower. Not thinking I had the energy for the latter, I collapsed on the tacky, unmade bed and closed my eyes in hopes that sleep would claim me. Which, alas, it did not. Nevertheless, I managed to doze in and out of consciousness for awhile.

Of all things, my thoughts drifted the John Winchester.

I had such a crush on him when I was little girl, peeping through the keyholes of various motel room doors late at night when he came over to plan the next hunt with my father. I couldn’t imagine what his sons were going through, having him M.I.A like that, and I shuddered at the idea of that happening to our father. It would drive me crazy eventually, I decided, not having my dad around. I might have been a twenty-five year woman, but my family-or what was left of it- was all I had ever known.

Thum, Thum, Thum.

I groaned as I was pulled out of my half-sleep by knocking. “You’ve got a key, Kass!” I hollered, burying my face once again in my pillow.

Thum, Thum, Thum.

I made a very loud sound of protest as I struggled free of the tangled sheets and various articles of clothing left there in my rush to get ready this morning. I hopped to the door, shaking a tank top off my foot in the process and swung the door open grumpily expecting to see my sister with a case of beer.

“Sam. What do you want?” I asked, tilting my head curiously as he smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “I just wanted to see you.” I couldn’t help but laugh at that, until my stomach hurt a little bit. “Well here I am, you’ve seen me. Have a good day Romeo.” I went to close the door before he wedged a foot between it and the doorway. He laughed softly at my surprised expression, smiling again. “Can I come in?”

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea.” I tried to keep my tone amused, fighting back the tightening feeling in my chest as he tilted his head forward, going full-force puppy-eyes on me, “I’m just here to apologize, it’ll only take a second I promise.” He pleaded. I wasn’t sure what took me by surprise more, the pleading or the word Apologize. Either way, I slowly stepped back from the door and let him in, against every little spec of instinct in me.

He walked to the center of the room and turned to face me, hands in his pockets and a aren’t-I-so-damn-adorable look on his face. In an act of pure resilience, I looked him in the eyes as he spoke.

“I’m sorry my brother and I have been such dicks, especially at first, we had no reason to be.” He said genuinely, making me even more cautious than before. Since when do attractive men apologize?

“Well, my sister and I haven’t exactly been rays of sunshine either.” Apon getting a skeptical look from him, I corrected myself “Alright, I haven’t been a ray of sunshine either.” He just laughed, taking a couple of steps towards me.

I cleared my throat, “Ehh… If that’s all you wanted then you should probably get goin-”
“That’s not all I wanted.” He assured and suddenly he was there, like right there and his lips crashed into mine, knocking me back a bit.

Alright, I will admit, I enjoyed the ever-lovin’ hell out of it. Every part of me was telling me to just go with it, but something was definitely up.

I pulled away, causing him the frown. “What the hell?” I asked, staring incredulously.

He scowled. “What?” I just shook my head, running a hand through my hair.

Oh hell, what was I getting into?

“You should really go.” I stressed threateningly, I wasn’t liking the vibes in this room.
“You should really stop telling me what to do.” He went in for lip-rape again and got himself kneed in the groin. He doubled over, cursing loudly. “Now get the fuck out!” I demanded, going over to open the door and really wishing I had a gun on me. Of all the times I didn’t have one on me.
Suddenly I went from having my feet planted firmly on the ground to having no ground under my feet and my back colliding with the wall painfully.

“Shit.” I winced as he stood over me, smirking.

I reached down, desperately groping around the top of my boot for the silver knife I had hidden there so many hours ago. My fingers finally met the cool handle and I gripped it tightly, quickly taking it and driving it into his leg. He yelled in pain, stooping over and pulling the dagger out as I stared in shock.

“Nice try sugar, but it has to be in the heart.” He flipped the dagger around and swung it at me.
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Sam’s POV.

“Urrgh.” I groaned, shaking my head back and forth in a desperate attempt to clear my foggy head. It didn’t take me very long to guess what had happened since the last thing I could remember was running behind my brother towards where we last left the girls and then getting hit in the head with something metal and, well, darkness.

And suddenly I found myself strung up by my arms with a sack over my head, smelling like sewage. Feeling…Cold.

I squirmed, trying to get a feel of my surroundings; which was pretty hard to do considering I couldn’t feel the ground beneath my feet, just chains around my wrists, creating welts from my weight.

Dean, Kassia and Maura can handle this. I reassured myself, shuddering as I remembered last time when a Shapeshifter had become my brother and gone off on a blood-soaked joy ride, making the blame fall on Dean. I could only try imagine what was going on out there, and I really really didn’t want to do even that.

“Another one bites the dust.” I jerked a little at the sound of a familiar voice. Maura?

I felt the black sack being pulled off of my head as the world once again came into perfect focus. Well, except for the pounding headache.

Hazel eyes stared back at me in amusement, her lips tugging up at the corners in a cruel smirk.
Maura was standing in front of me.
She was also chained up beside me, unconscious.

God I hated Shapeshifters.

“Two down, two to go.” It said, pacing back and forth between the unconscious Maura and I. “The Winchesters and Valentines, I’m going to famous after this.” It laughed, stopping to peer up at her. “The best part of what I am? The memories I get. And this one,” It pointed to Maura who groaned a little, her eyes still shut, “has some issues. Really, you could do better.” It smiled and stood up again, starting to saunter back over to me and suddenly stumbled, cursing loudly. That’s when I noticed the fresh bloodstain on ’Maura’s jeans.

I suppressed a smile she did some damage after all

The Shapeshifter recovered, now grinning dangerously. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got two hunters with my name on them.”