Chapter Eleven, Poorly Amélie and Skin

20th February- 28th February 2006

Dean had decided after visiting Simone's grave that they needed to stay in New Orleans for awhile, so Amélie could go to Nursery and interact with kids her age, learn, as well as spending time with Charles and Claudette. During this time Dean had picked up a part-time job in construction; Sam didn't like it and was thankfully wise enough not to suggest leaving Amélie with her grandparents but Dean could see it on the tip of his tongue. However, Dean didn't particularly care so Sam went on hunts near the area alone, renting out his own car as Dean had baby.

Normally after school, Dean would take Amélie to the park for a picnic lunch and to play for a bit before they head home for nap time. But, unfortunately, today was not that day. Today Amélie had an appointment at the hospital for a yearly checkup on her heart, which was good as she's been feeling a little poorly lately.
"I'm off." Dean said, dumping his coffee mug in the sink. He used to barely be able to function in the mornings without three cups of coffee, at least. That was until he had to raise his daughter on his own. "Sam!"
"I'm listening. I'm just checking my emails from my friends at Stanford." Sam replied, not looking up from his phone.
"You still keep in touch with them? What'd you tell 'em?" Dean asked curiously, as he slipped on his jacket.

"I tell 'em I'm having some time off after Jess, catching up with my big brother and niece who's never met me. I tell 'em we take road trips during the holidays." Sam replied.
"Oh, so you mostly lie to them. Well, you're a real straight shooter with your friends, aren't you?" Dean asked sarcastically, grabbing the appointment letter, Coco and his keys.
"I'm not cutting them out of my life Dean and you're kinda antisocial, you know that? God..."
"What now?!" Dean snapped, irritated. "I need to pick up Amélie."
"I'll come with," Sam said, following Dean out of the apartment and to the Impala, and on the drive to Little Ducklings Nursery Sam explained what was bothering him.

"I got this email from my friend Rebecca Warren. I went to school with her and her brother Zack. She says Zack's been charged with murder. He's been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn't do it, but it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case.."
"Dude, what kinda people do you hang out with? They are never coming near my daughter." Dean said firmly.
"No, I knew Zack. He's no killer..." Sam protested, but Dean cut him off.
"Yeah, probably as well as he knows you." Dean snapped.
"They're in St Louis. We're going." Sam said firmly.

"No we aren't. Look, I'm sorry about your friend, Sammy, I am. But we ain't going. Before you start, let me finish." Dean said sharply. "But if you actually paid attention you'd know I'm taking Amélie to the hospital for her yearly checkup on her heart." Sam promptly closed his mouth and looked down shamefaced.
"Couldn't we go afterwards? Please Dean, they're my friends." Sam pleaded.
"Yeah and Amélie is your niece. Family first, Sam. Always." Dean snapped, but Sam just kept pleading, only ending up aggravating Dean. "Fine. Depending on what the results say I'll think about it." Dean sighed, pulling into the school's car park. Exiting the Impala while Sam stayed in the car, Dean headed towards the playground to collect her.

He hadn't been waiting too long till the doors opened and out poured all of the nursery classes. Dean spotted his baby girl easily and quickly. She wore ripped denim jeans that had a floral pattern stitched underneath, green boots with a matching green bow headband, her hair in two ponytails which were slowly coming undone. And underneath her rabbit coat Dean knew she had on the dark pink top and white floral jumper. She was walking with her best friend, Celeste Evans, a little Hispanic girl and fellow Coven member (her parents were, she was obviously too young at the moment), who was much taller than Dean's tiny daughter.

A bright smile was on her face which only widened when she spotted Dean who held Coco.
"Daddy!" Amélie shouted excitedly, running over to Dean, who crouched down with open arms to receive his baby girl as she flew into them.
"Hi baby." Dean replied, enveloping his daughter in a big hug, and pressing kisses to her forehead. "Did you have a good day at nursery? Are you feeling better now?" Dean asked.
"It was fun Daddy. Este and me painted flowers. No Daddy I icky and I tired." Amélie said excitedly at first, until a large yawn escaped her lips and she tiredly rested her head on Dean's shoulder.

"It's okay baby. We're going to see your special doctor now and I bet you and Celeste made some beautiful flowers." Dean said, taking out her hair bands and ran his hand through her hair as he picked her up and placed her on his hip. "Now, wave bye to Celeste." Dean encouraged, smiling politely to Celeste's parents Elizabeth and Andy, he headed back to the Impala and strapped Amélie in.

***

Once they arrived at New Orleans General Hospital, and made their way to the Cardiology Department in the Children's Section, where Dean checked Amélie in and let her play with the toys while they waited.
"Dean, I'm sorry I promise I'll ..." Sam started, but was interrupted.
"Amélie Winchester." Amelie's doctor, Doctor Abby Patel called.
"Wait here." Dean ordered. "Come on baby." He said, holding out his hand for Amélie who quickly took it, Coco held tightly to her chest.

After being checked over and having an ECG, Dean and Amélie were sat in Doctor Patel's office for the results.
"I won't lie to you Dean, but the heart murmur has increased slightly. Not enough to be overly concerned about but you should know. It could've been caused by the stress of the situation with her uncle you explained about, or just on its own; I can't say for sure. But you need to limit her stress and take this medicine twice a day." Doctor Patel explained, handing over a bottle full of yellow liquid, laughing slightly at the face Amélie pulled.

"Don't worry it tastes like banana." She assured her patient. "With this and reduced stress the murmur can and will heal itself. Don't worry Dean, you have raised a strong little girl and it's nothing you've done; these things can happen. It's why we have these yearly checkups, which I'll change to six months just to be sure."
"Thank you." Dean said, shaking her hand and leaving the office with Amélie in his arms, the bottle now in his pocket. Stopping in reception he booked the appointment in six months then left with Sam following behind him.

"The heart murmur has increased due to stress, she has to take this medicine twice a day and have a checkup in six months." Dean explained.
"I'm sorry." Sam apologised, knowing without Dean saying that he was the cause of some of the stress. "When are we going? Please Dean! They're my friends." Sam begged when Dean didn't answer.
"Fine. But the second Amélie gets stressed we're out." Dean said firmly.
"Deal." Sam agreed.
"You're so lucky it's now half term." Dean sighed, as they headed back home to let Charles and Claudette know and to pack.

***

Pulling up to a grand house, Sam quickly got out of the Impala and made his way to the front door while Dean got Amélie out and put her on his hip. She was a little drowsy as she just woke up. As the father and daughter duo walked up to the door they saw a blonde woman open the door.
"Oh my god, Sam!" She exclaimed excitedly.
"We'll, if it isn't little Becky." Sam greeted his best friend.
"You know what you can do with that little Becky crap." Becky stated warningly, but she was smiling, as she pulled him for a hug.
"I got your email." Sam stated.

"I didn't think you'd come here. Whose this?" She asked, spotting Dean and Amélie who had buried her head in Dean's neck.
"Rebecca, this is my big brother Dean and his daughter Amélie. Dean, Amie, this is Becky." Sam introduced the three to each other.
"Hi." Rebecca said, shaking his free hand, her eyes trained on Amélie causing Dean to pull her closer.
"Hi. Sorry she's shy." Dean apologised, he wasn't going to force Amélie to say hi plus he wasn't sure about this woman or her brother.
"We're here to help. Whatever we can do." Sam stated.

"Come in." Rebecca said. pulling the door wider. They walked inside the house, Dean closing the door behind them.
"Nice place." Dean noted, adjusting Amélie on his hip and her rucksack over his other shoulder.
"It's my parents', I was just staying here for the half-term when everything happened. I decided to take the rest of the term off. I'm gonna stay and help Zack's case, till he's free." Rebecca explained.
"Where're your folks?" Sam asked.

"They live in Paris for half the year, so they're on their way back home now for the trial." Rebecca said, as they entered the kitchen. "Do you guys want a beer or something? Something for Amélie?"
"Yeah -" Dean started.
"No, thanks. So, tell us what happened?" Sam interrupted.
"Well, um, Zack came home, and he ..." Rebecca started but Dean interrupted.
"Wait! Sorry, I don't want her to hear this." He said, as he loaded up the iPad and put the headphones on Amélie as she picked Brother Bear. "Right, sorry, continue." Dean said, once he was sure Amélie could no longer hear them.

"It's fine, I understand." Rebecca continued. "He found Emily tied to a chair. And she was beaten up and bloody, and she wasn't breathing." Rebecca started to cry, Dean handed her a tissue. "So, he called 911, and the police - they showed up, and they arrested him. But, the thing is the only way that Zack could've done that to Emily is if he was in two places at once. The police - they have a video. It's from the security camera across the street, and it showed Zack coming home at 22:30. Now, Emily was killed just after that, but I swear, he was here with me, having a few beers until at least after midnight."

"You know, maybe we could see the crime scene. Zack's house." Sam stated.
"We could?" Dean questioned sharply. - pointed look at Amélie in his lap.
"Why? I mean, what could you do?" Rebecca asked, confused.
"Well, me, not much. But Dean's a cop." Sam said.
Dean laughed a little sarcastically which thankfully or not - depends how you look at it - nobody noticed. "Detective, actually."
"Really?" Rebecca asked, Dean nodded. "Where?"
"New Orleans." Dean replied. "But I'm off duty now to spend time with my daughter as it's the half-term. There's no way I'm taking her there, so you two will have to go yourselves and fill me in later." Dean stated firmly.

"You guys, it's so nice to offer, but I just - I don't know." Rebecca fretted.
"Bec, look, I know Zack didn't do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he's innocent." Sam said.
"Okay. I'm gonna go get the keys." Rebecca said, before walking away down the hall.
"Oh, yeah, man. You're a real straight shooter with your friends." Dean said sarcastically, once she was gone. "Who doesn't even think of his niece in all this, although, I shouldn't really be surprised."
"Look, Zack and Becky need our help." Sam said, ignoring the last comment.
"I just don't think this is our kind of problem." Dean sighed.
"Two places at once? We've looked into less." Sam stated, Dean just sighed in defeat.

***

After dropping Sam and Rebecca off at Zack's house, Dean headed to a motel to check in and drop off their bags before heading to a diner to have lunch with Amélie, and then headed to the park. Both of them had such wide smiles upon their faces as they played together that Dean could almost forget they were on a case; but he made sure Amélie did. That is until he got a phone call from Sam telling him to meet them at Rebecca's.
"Come on, baby, it's time to head back." Dean sighed.
"But Daddy." Amélie whined.
"How about if you're a good girl now, then we can watch Scooby-Doo before bed." Dean suggested, smiling as Amélie cheered and eagerly took his hand making him laugh.

***

Once they arrived back at Rebecca's house, Dean set Amélie up with her colouring and crayons, kissed her forehead before heading over to the other side of the large living room where Sam and Rebecca filled him in on what they'd found out at Zack's and about the tape that Rebecca put in.
"Here he comes." Rebecca said, as the tape showed Zack entering his house. Dean noticed the time stamp.
"22:04, that's just after ten. You said the time of death was about 22:30?"
"Our lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tapes are authentic. It wasn't tampered with."

Sam seemed to notice something on the tape.
"Hey, Bec. Can we take those beers now?"
"And some juice for Amélie, please?" Dean asked. "Can you make sure there's no nuts in or near anything as she's highly allergic."
"Sure, but what do you think this is, Hooters?" Rebecca said, as she left the room.
"What is it?" Dean asked Sam.
"Check this out." Sam said, as he rewound the tape, then replayed it. One of the frames showed Zack looking directly at the camera. Zack's eyes flared silver, causing Dean to freeze, throwing a fearful look at his daughter who was chartering away to Coco a smile on her face, too busy colouring as Sam paused the tape.

"Well, maybe it's just a camera flare." Dean said, trying to remain hopeful.
"That's not like any camera flare I've ever seen. You know, a lot of cultures believe that a photograph can catch a glimpse of the soul."
"Right." Dean muttered.
"Remember that dog, I told you about, it was freaking out? Maybe he saw this thing. Maybe this is some kind of dark double of Zack's, something that looks like him, but isn't him."
"Like a Doppelgänger or some kind of shapeshifter."
"Yeah. It'd sure explain how he was in two places at once."

***

The next morning Dean and Sam parked the Impala behind Zack's house, after dropping Amélie off with Rebecca despite Dean's protests.
"Alight, so what are we doing here at 5:30 in the morning, and why did I have to leave my daughter with your friend?"
"I realised something." Sam said. "The video tapes shows the killer going in, but not coming out."
"So, he came out the back door." Dean leaned against the hood of the Impala tiredly while worrying about his baby girl.
"Right. So, there should be a trail to follow. A trail the police would never pursue."

"Cause they think the killer never left. And they caught your friend Zack inside. I still don't know what we're doing here at 5:30 in the morning. Without my daughter."
Sam ignored him as he looked around the outside of the building and noticed blood smeared in a nearby telephone pole.
"Blood. Somebody came this way."
"Yeah, but the trail ends. I don't see anything over here." Dean said, as an ambulance drove past them, and the brothers exchanged a look.

***

Sam and Dean observed the scene in front of them as an Asian man was handcuffed and was stepping into a police car.
"What happened?" Dean asked.
"He tried to kill his wife." A woman explained. "Tied her up and beat her."
"Really?" Sam asked.
"I used to see him going to work in the morning. He'd wave, say hello. He seemed like such a nice guy."
They watched the man get taken away.

***

Sam was by the side of the house looking around. He looked inside two bins but didn't find anything. Sam moved to the front of the house, where Dean came up behind him.
"Hey." Dean said, causing Sam to turn around. "Remember when I said this wasn't our kind of problem?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Sam replied.
"It definitely is our problem."
"What'd you find out?"
"Well, I just talked to the police who were first on the scene, and heard this guy, Alex's story. Apparently, the dude was driving home from a business trip when his wife was attacked."

"So, he was in two places at once."
"Exactly. Then he sees himself in the house, and the police think he's a nut job."
"Two dark doubles attacking loved ones in exactly the same way."
"Could be the same thing doing it too." Dean said, a note of fear in his voice.
"Something that can make itself look like anyone." Sam said.
"Every culture in the world has shapeshifter lore. You know, legends of creatures who can transform themselves into animals or other men." Dean explained.
"Right, skinwalkers, werewolves, and regular shapeshifters."
"We've got two attacks within blocks of each other. I'm guessing we've got a shapeshifter prowling the neighbourhood."

"Let me ask you this, in all the shapeshifter lore, can any of them fly?"
"Not that I know of." Dean shrugged.
"I picked up a trail here. Someone ran out the back of this building and headed off this way."
"Just like your friend's house."
"Yeah. And, just like at Zack's house, the trail suddenly ends. I mean, whatever it is, has just disappeared."
"Well, there's another way to go: down." They looked down and noticed a manhole.

***

As Sam and Dean climbed down the manhole to look around, Dean was actually thankful that Amélie was with Rebecca as there's no way he'd ever bring her down here in a million years.
"I'll bet this runs past Zack's house too." Sam said quietly. "The shapeshifter could be using the sewers to get around."
"I think you're right. Look at this." Dean said, as he bent down and examined a pile of blood and skin on the ground.
"Is it from his victims?" Sam asked disgustedly, looking like he was going to be sick.

Dean took out his pocketknife and held up some of the skin, shining his torch at it.
"You know, I just had a sick thought. When the shapeshifter changes shape - maybe it sheds."
"That is sick." Sam muttered in disgust, as Dean put the bloody pile back on the ground.

***

Although Dean was itching to get back to his Princess as they haven't been parted for this long before - he knew he had to deal with the shapeshifter. For there was no way in hell that he was going to let that thing hurt his baby. But a quick phone call couldn't hurt. Dialling his other phone that he always kept in Amelie's rucksack, so he had a way to track her if the worst happened. He smiled when he heard her sweet voice. 

"Hi Daddy." Amélie said happily. "I miss you." Dean chuckled sadly.
"Hi baby, I miss you too. Daddy was calling to say goodnight as it's late and we're still working. I promise we'll have a whole day of Scooby-Doo when Daddy's finished. Have you been good for Rebecca, Amie?" Dean asked, he knew she was sad he wasn't there for bedtime as he heard her sigh sadly which broke his heart.
"Yes, Daddy. I took the icky medicine. When you coming home?" Amélie asked sadly.

"Soon baby, I promise. I just wanted to tell you that I love you so much and to have sweet dreams." Dean batted Sam's hand away who kept patting his arm.
"Otay, Daddy. I Wuv you too."
"I love you more. Goodnight Princess, sweet dreams."
"Night Nite Daddy." Amélie said, blowing a kiss through the phone, making Dean smile as he did one back before they hung up.

Slipping his phone back into his pocket and brushing away his tears, Dean opened the boot and took out some weapons.
"Well, one thing I learned is that no matter what kind of shapeshifter it is, there's one sure way to kill it..."
"Silver bullet to the heart." Sam finished.
"Yep." Just then Sam's mobile rang.
"This is Sam."

"Where are you?" Rebecca asked tersely. "And tell your brother I've put Amélie to bed." Sam mouthed the words to Dean who nodded thankful.
"We're near Zack's, we're just checking some things out."
"Well, look, Sam. Just stop, cause I really don't need your help anymore."
"What are you talking about?"
"I told the lawyers that we went to the crime scene.."
"Why the hell would you do that?" Sam scoffed.

"Well, I told them that we had permission from a police officer. And they checked it out, and they told me there is no Detective Dean Winchester." Rebecca snapped heatedly.
"Bec -"
"No, I don't understand why you would lie to me about something like that."
"We're trying to help..."
"Oh, trying to help? Do you realise that that was a sealed crime scene? This could have just ruined Zack's case!"
"Bec, I'm sorry but-"
"Just come pick up Amélie. Goodbye Sam!" Rebecca hissed, hanging up the phone.

***

Sam and Dean were now back down in the sewer armed with more than torches this time.
"I think we're close to its lair." Dean stated.
"Why do you say that?" Sam asked.
"Because there's another puke inducing pile right next to your face." Sam turned and saw another pile of blood and skin on a nearby pipe.
"Oh, god!" He exclaimed in disgust.
"Looks like it's lived here for a while." Dean noted.
"Who knows how many murders he's gotten away with?" Sam asked, turning to Dean only to see the shapeshifter, still in the form of the Asian man, Alex, standing behind Dean. "Dean!"

Dean turned and got punched by the shapeshifter knocking him hard into one of the pipes, then onto the concrete floor shoulder first, causing a window for the shapeshifter to escape. Sam shot at it but missed as the bullets ricocheted off of the pipes. Sighing in defeat he turned to help Dean.
"Get the son of a bitch! We can't let it get to Amie! I can't lose her too, Sammy!" Dean ordered, climbing to his feet his hand over his shoulder as the two ran after it.

The shapeshifter came out of a different manhole and ran away. Seconds later, Sam and Dean came out and looked around at the multiple directions the shifter could've taken.
"All right, let's split up." Sam suggested.
"All right, I'll meet you around the other side." Dean replied, as they walked in different directions.

***

Dean was looking around frantically, with his gun drawn. Passersby turned away from him frightened.

***

Sam was also searching while unlike Dean, he kept his gun hidden away in his jacket, but people still avoided him as he had one hand holding the open jacket and the other inside his inside pocket, ready to obviously draw a gun at a second's notice.

***

Dean was still searching the alley becoming more and more frantic by the second. He couldn't and wouldn't allow this thing near his precious daughter. The thought alone was killing him.

***

Sam waited at the street corner where they were supposed to meet and was starting to get worried as Dean was still a no-show. Until, Dean suddenly came up behind him.
"Hey." Dean called. Sam turned around in relief. "Anything?" Dean asked hopefully.
"No. He's gone." Sam replied.
"Let's go back to the car, we've got to find it Sammy! Amie can't get hurt, she can't!"
"Hey, calm down, she'll be fine." Sam assured, as he turned to cross the street.
Dean nodded and stopped as he waited for the passing car to drive by. As the car passed, Dean's eyes glowed silver for a moment.

***

"You think he found another way underground?" Sam asked, as they stopped by the car.
"Yeah, probably. You got the keys?" Shifter-Dean asks. Sam stopped and thought for a moment before he turned around.
"Hey, didn't Dad once face a shapeshifter in San Antonio?"
"Oh, that was in Austin. It turned out not to be a shapeshifter, it was a thought form. A psychic projection, remember?"
"Oh, right. Here ya go." Sam threw shifter-Dean the keys and walked away. Shifter-Dean opened the boot and observed all of the weapons and couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't move!" Sam ordered. Shifter-Dean turned around confused, only to see Sam pointing a gun at him. "What have you done with him?" Sam asked.
"Dude, chill. It's me, all right? Now, can I go get my Princess?" Shifter-Dean asked.
"No. I don't think so. Where's my brother?" Sam asked.
"You're about to shoot him and leave my baby girl an orphan!" Shifter-Dean argued. "Sam calm down!"
"You caught those keys with your left. Your shoulder was dislocated." Sam noted heatedly.
"Yeah, it's better. What do you want me to do, cry?"

"You're not my brother!"
"Why don't you pull the trigger, then? Hmm? Cause you're not sure. Dude, you know me. Now, can we stop this so I can get my daughter?!"
"Don't..." Sam started, but he never got the chance to finish as shifter-Dean hit him twice with a crowbar.

***

Sam woke up in a dingy, dusty room. His hands and neck were bound to a wooden post. The shapeshifter looked over to him and back handed Sam.
"Where is he? Where's Dean?" Sam groaned.
"I wouldn't worry about him. I'd worry about you." Shifter-Dean said.
"Where is he?" Sam demanded.
"You don't really wanna know." Shifter-Dean chuckled. "I swear, the more I learn about you and your family - I thought I came from a bad background. Still, at least Amélie will have a better father now."
"What do you mean learn?" Sam asked, confused. "And leave Amélie out of this!" He demanded. Shifter-Dean froze and grabbed his head in pain as he grimaced.

Sam looked at shifter-Dean confused as it then relaxed and turned back to face Sam.
"He's sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He lost the love of his life, his fiancée and he almost lost his daughter. I mean, I lost Simone and nearly lost Amélie. Where the hell were you?"
"Stay away from her!" Sam growled. Shifter-Dean leaned in closer to Sam.
"See, deep down, I'm jealous. You got friends. Me? I know I'm a freak. And sooner or later, everybody's gonna leave me." He stated, as he backed away.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.
"You left. You left Simone, Amélie and I when we really needed you. Before Amélie came into the picture I had to stay hunting you didn't think about if I had dreams too! Hell, up to him insulting Simone, I did everything Dad asked me to, and he ditched me and Amélie, too. No explanation, nothin', just poof. Left me with your sorry ass. Still, I know my little Princess would never leave me." Shifter-Dean laughed, and covered Sam with a sheet.

***

There was a knock at the door the next morning, and Rebecca looked at Amélie who was sitting in a booster seat as they were about to eat.
"Wait here, okay?" Rebecca said, as she moved to open the door. It was the shapeshifter still posing as Dean. "Oh, hi."
"Hi. I'm here to get my Princess and apologise on Sam's behalf."
"Oh, really?"

***

Sam was trying to get out of his ropes but he failed.
"Damn it!" He froze when he heard movement in another corner of the room only to hear someone coughing.
"That better be you, Sam, and not that freak of nature. Where's my daughter?" Dean called out.
"Yeah, it's me." Sam laughed, until he sobered up. "Dean, he's going to Rebecca's to go after Amie."
"WHAT!!!!" Dean roared, managing to uncover himself as he doubled his efforts in trying to untie the ropes.

***

The shapeshifter had given Amélie a big hug which she happily returned, the pair giving each other a kiss on the cheeks, but Amélie was frowning slightly as she felt her magic humming under her skin dangerously making her skin feel all itchy. Until, the shifter posing as her Dad took Amélie into a bedroom upstairs and got her to listen and watch Pocahontas, while hugging Coco tightly.

"It's okay baby. Nothing to be scared of." Shifter-Dean crooned, running his hand gently through her hair. "Daddy just has to deal with the bad person then we can go home." He kissed her forehead and left the room, locking the  door behind him. His eyes glinting silver he headed back downstairs with a wicked smirk upon his face.

***

Sam and Dean were still working their way out of the multiple ropes.
"Yeah, that's the thing. He didn't just look like you, he was you. Or he was becoming you." Sam explained. Finally, Dean worked his way out of the ropes.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know, it was like he was downloading your thoughts and memories."
"You mean, like the Vulcan mind meld?"
"Yeah, something like that. I mean, maybe that's why he doesn't just kill us."

Dean quickly got up and ran over to Sam.
"Hurry! Maybe he needs to keep us alive. Psychic connection." He untied Sam's ropes. "Hurry! Let's go!"

***

Sam and Dean climbed out of the manhole and onto a thankfully, deserted street.
"Come on. We gotta find a phone, call the police." Dean said, looking around them.
"Whoa, you're gonna put an APB out on yourself?" Sam questioned, shocked. Dean glared at Sam.
"The shapeshifter has my daughter, Sam!" Dean shouted. Sam nodded. "This way." Dean said, spotting a pay phone down the street.

***

In one bedroom Rebecca was tied to a chair bloody and beaten, while in another bedroom Amélie was hiding in a closet holding Coco and her iPad close to her as tears poured down her cheeks. She thankfully couldn't hear anything due to the movie, but she knew something wasn't right and that wasn't her Daddy. She wanted her real Daddy who felt safe, whereas, this one felt cold and wrong. Hearing a loud crash over her movie made Amélie scream allowing a second team of SWAT teams to find her while the other teams were with Rebecca and shifter-Dean.

***

Sam and Dean were standing in front of a shop window watching a news report that was being shown on one of the display televisions.
"An anonymous tip led the police to a home in the Central West End, where a SWAT team discovered a local woman bound and gagged, along with a small three year old girl hiding in a closet. Their attacker, a white male, approximately twenty-four to thirty years of age, was discovered hiding in their home." A reporter explained, as a sketch of Dean appeared on screen.

Sam looked over at Dean and was a little frightened of the fury he saw in his brother's face when Amélie was mentioned.
"We'll check with Rebecca and Amélie in the morning to see if they're all right. No, Dean. You gotta let the heat die down first." Sam argued, when Dean opened his mouth.
"Fine!" Dean grumbled. "But I don't have to like it. If I can't have my daughter I want the son of a bitch to pay!"
"We have no weapons. No silver bullets."
"Sam, this thing is walking around with my face and went after my daughter. It's more than a little personal. I wanna find him!"

"Okay. Where do we look?"
"Well, we could start with the sewers."
"We have no weapons. He stole our guns, we need more... the car?"
"I'm bettin' he drove over to Rebecca's."
"The news said he fled on foot. I bet it's still there."
"Come on." Dean said, running off.
"What, no comment about him in your car?" Sam asked, shocked.
"Amélie is my baby." Was all Dean said.

***

Sam and Dean walked around the side of the house and saw the Impala.
"Oh, finally, something went right tonight!" Dean exclaimed, only for a police car to appear. "Crap!" They turned around, but another police car was parked a few yards away. "This way."
Dean said, moving towards a fence.
"You go. I'll hold 'em off." Sam said.
"What are you talking about? They'll catch you."
"Look, they can't hold me. Just go, keep out of sight and meet at Rebecca's." Dean started to climb over the fence.

"And Dean." Sam called. "Stay out of the sewers!" Dean said nothing as he hopped over the fence. "I mean it!" Sam shouted.
"Yeah, yeah!" Dean shouted in reply.
"Don't move! Keep your hands where we can see 'em!" A police officer ordered. Sam raised his hands in the air.

***

Once the coast was clear, Dean was back at the Impala taking weapons out of the boot.
"I'm sorry Sam. But when my baby has been threatened and is still in danger - I can't wait." He closed the boot and headed into the sewer.
Inside the sewer, Dean came across a chamber filled with a weird assortment of things. There were: candles and chains, revolting piles of blood were on the floor and old blood stained clothes were in a different area of the room. Dean heard a noise and moved to another area - where he saw a large figure covered with a sheet. Dean cautiously removed it only to find Rebecca whose hands and feet were bound.
"Rebecca? Where's Amélie?" Dean demanded.

***

Sam was sitting in the living room at Rebecca's having a beer. He was unknowingly talking with the shapeshifter who had now taken on Rebecca's form.
"I should check on Amélie, otherwise Dean will literally kill me."
"It's been a pretty tiring day for us both. I was lucky enough to put her down for a nap. Where is Dean, anyway?" Sam smiled apologetically.
"Yeah, sorry about that. And Dean's trying to find the shapeshifter."

"Saying, this shapeshifter is real - which, by the way, you know is crazy, right? But, err say it is real... how do you stop it?" Shifter-Becky asked, replacing Sam's empty beer bottle with a fresh one.
"Thanks. Silver bullet to the heart." Sam replied. Shifter-Becky chuckled.
"You're crazy." Shifter-Becky said, hitting Sam over the head with the empty bottle, Sam slumped forwards on to the coffee table unconscious, beer spilling everywhere as the shifter's eyes glowed silver.

***

"Rebecca, where. Is. My. Daughter?" Dean demanded crossly, his voice low and dangerous as he untied the ropes.
"Oh, my god! I'm so sorry! I left her at home taking a nap while I went for a walk, then someone hit me over the head, and I wound up here just in time to see that thing turn into me." Rebecca cried.
"You left my three year old daughter in a strange house ALONE!!" Dean roared.
"I'm sorry." Rebecca cried.
"Let's just go." Dean ordered, turning tail and running out of the sewer all the way to Rebecca's where the shifter - who looked like Dean again - was choking Sam.

"Hey!" Dean shouted. The shapeshifter saw Dean and quickly got off of Sam. Dean aimed his gun at the shapeshifter and shot him in the heart; twice. Dean walked over to the shapeshifter's body and took off his necklace, and replaced it with an amulet.
Immediately, Dean's face solidified and fell off the shifter and slid on to the floor as if it was some sort of silicone mask, and left the shifter with ginger red hair and vacant grey- blue eyes. A possible personation or the shifter's actual face they didn't know but they made up a name for it in any case.

"Where's Amie?" Dean demanded, frightened.
"Up-upstairs it said." Sam rasped, rubbing his throat as Rebecca rubbed his shoulders comfortingly. Dean took the stairs two at a time and burst through the door, only to be flung against a wall as Amélie looked at him with wide eyes, her hands were bound, she had duck tape over her mouth, headphones over her ears and tears running like a waterfall down her small cheeks.
"It's me, baby. It's really Daddy." Dean said heartbrokenly, as he felt her magic sweep over him instinctively and obviously without her doing as it was protecting her before it finally released him.

As soon as he was free Dean untied his daughter, gently taking off the duck tape and headphones, before he swept her into his arms with Coco as she cried. Tears falling down his own cheeks.
"Are you okay, Princess? Did the fake me hurt you?" Dean asked concerned, checking her over while simultaneously terrified that she would now be terrified of him and wondering what affect this would have on her? He felt like he'd failed her.
"No Daddy. I knew it was playing to be Daddy. I thought you were with Mummy." Amélie cried brokenly, hugging Dean a little too tightly but he didn't care.

"No, baby, no. I will always come back to my Witchy Princess." Dean said, peppering her face with kisses and getting a small wet laugh from her which made Dean smile.
"Pwomise?" Amélie asked, holding out her little finger.
"I promise, baby." Dean swore, linking his larger little finger with hers. "Now, let's go home and get in our fort and watch Scooby-Doo all day." Dean said, packing up her belongings before he picked up his daughter, setting her on his hip. Once they were back downstairs, Dean nodded to Sam and Rebecca letting them know she was okay as they got his and Zack's name cleared thanks to the amulet. He was so ready to just have a Daddy-Daughter Day away from all of this where he can help her heal from this trauma, he only hoped Simone didn't hate him.

Extra cast:

Ariana Greenblatt as Celeste Evans

Ilean Almaguer as Elizabeth Evans

Oscar Isaac as Andy Evans