Third P. O. V

"So Doctor, what brings you here? To our dimension as you put it," Cas ask him. The Doctor jumped when Castiel had spoken behind him. The angel tilted his head to the right and squinted his eyes as to question his reaction.

"Bloody He-Bollocks!" He cleared his throat, "oh, hello there Cas!" He gave him a wide grin and placed his hands on Cas' shoulders. Cas just looked at the Doctor's hands and then back up to his brown distraught eyes. He could sense the Doctor's grip tense then weaken as his knees buckled. He caught the Doctor in time before he had completely collapsed on the asphalt pavement. The Doctor's fingers found themselves clawing at the trenchcoat's material and finally give out. Cas lowered himself to his level and he held him close to his chest. His breaths became short and quick paced, the sudden change of state made Cas sit there pondering on what to do.

"S-Sam! Dean! I need some assistance!" Cas gave a short cry and sat next to the hyperventilating Doctor. Cas' right arm was underneath his back and his left hand was on the doctor's face, checking for signs of anything really, he didn't know what to do. He couldn't heal the Doctor, his grace was useless on him and E- someone else. He had tried once on a hunt before and was, unfortunately, unsuccessful.

"What's wrong Cas?-" Dean walked over from behind the impala and saw the scene that unfolded mere seconds ago. "Sammy!"

"What's up Dean- what happened to him?" Sam closed the trunk and walked over to the two males on the floor.

"I don't know what's wrong with him, h-he just fell and- and," Cas managed to say before looking up at the pair. Dean bent down on a knee and placed his hand underneath the Doctor's nose. Dean's eyes glanced up to Cas' stare.

"Cas he's not breathing," Dean said as he leaned down and placed his ear on the Doctor's chest, he was praying to at least hear a faint thumping of two hearts, but there was none. Sam kneeled next to him and began patting the Doctor down.

"What are you doing Sammy?" Dean asked as his brother patted a certain area, digging into the clothing and pulling out a bag. Both of the brother's eyes grew wide and they began to panic. Sam tossed the bag to Dean and then began to shift the Doctor's body as to pick him up. Cas sat there puzzled and then jumped up to his feet as he realized what had happened.

"I'll look for (Y/N)." Cas began to walk towards the direction she had walked off to. Sam had achieved to carry the Doctor in his arms as Dean took out a lighter and set the bag aflame. He dropped the bag onto the floor and grabbed the arsenal, walking to the motel room.

"I'm guessing we're dealing with something other than a shapeshifter," Sam asked as his grip on the unconscious Gallifryan began to slip.

Dean sighed, "that son of a bitch has a partner. Sam, I need you to research what we're probably dealing with. I'll go out and check the town, maybe ask some folks here if they've seen anything suspicious." He pulled out the keys to the room and kicked open the door. Sam got in and placed the Doctor on the bed. His hair and suit had become disheveled.

"Hey guys?" The Winchester's snapped their necks to the door and saw Cas holding (Y/N) bridal style. Dean's eyebrow perked up and walked over to the two. He searched through her shirt and found the bag in the jean's pocket. Dean stepped out and began to burn the bag as Cas was instructed to lay her next to the Doctor.

"Why must they be laid next to each other?" Cas asked as he turned to Sam. Sam had already turned on his laptop and began to research for the supernatural being that may have caused this to both (Y/N) and the Doctor. Sam hummed not looking up at Cas.

"And where is Dean going?"

"He's going around town in hopes of finding information, wanna join him?" Sam asked and glanced up from behind the laptop's screen. Cas scratched his cheek and walked outside to look for Dean. Sam snickered and went back to searching the web.

Your P. O. V

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

I opened my eyes and was met with darkness. My clothes had become damp and my arms were tied behind my back. I couldn't see my surroundings, yet a horrible stench had told me a possibility of my whereabouts.

"Is sleeping beauty up? Oh how wonderous, we can finally begin!" A voice said from in front of me. Their voice was deep and their breath reeked of alcohol, but their speech was complete and with no slurs. "Would you rather prefer another voice? Maybe..."

"This one?" My breathing hitched as their voice had changed in mere seconds as to mimic,

"Father?"

"Yes, and no." Their voice had moved from in front of me to behind me; his breath had been drawn cold over my neck, sending chills down my spine. I could feel his freezing cold hands slide from my shoulders onto my arms, and down my waist. His chest heaved onto my back and his breath was right next to my ear.

"What do you mean 'no'?" I hesitate to ask. My voice had gone weak and gravelly. I could hear his chest vibrate as a shallow chuckle came from his lips.

"Oh, you have no idea, dear. I can be your father,"

His voice changed again, but this time, it was, "I could be Dean,"

"Sam,"

" Cas." He cackled and squeezed me tighter.

"Hell, I can be your boyfriend. Allons-y!" I began to scream, I didn't know why, but I did. He was messing with me; imitating my friend's voices. Almost like a mockingbird. He pressed his cheek against my mine, and I could feel a smile appear. "Oh how I love it when humans scream! But I'll just wait for the fireworks to begin..." I could feel the blindfold being removed in the middle of my screaming fit,

"... Now won't we, dear?" His voice changed to a female's, but not just any female's. There was a dim light hanging above us and I stopped to look at him-

"No. No, no, no, no, no, no. You're not real! You're dead, you're not real!" Her bright (your hair color) hair and (your eye color) eyes were too vivid and alive to be her. It can't be...

"You're not my mom, you bastard!" My eyes began to water and her figure became blurry. I wanted to kick him but his arm held my legs together and my arms were held back. Through the tears, I could see him take out a blade and begin to cut off the bandages I had in my arms.

"STOP IT!"

"I think I'll cycle in between your friends and see who causes more pain, would you like that?" He says going through Dean's voice then Cas'.

"Get away from me-AAAHHH!" He dug the knife into my arms and started laughing in the Doctor's voice.

"Just wait until I break you, then I'll break the Doctor as well. The shapeshifter's with your little group of friends, making sure not to raise any suspicion of your whereabouts. Now then,"

"Let's begin."

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That was probably a bit confusing. Oh well, onto the next!