Somehow, everyone made it back outside safely. Marley breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a little. Dean got one look at the slight crowd and headed for the Impala.

"They won't hurt us now that we're in public," Emalee said tiredly, plopping onto one of the the ice cream shop's benches. Marley and Eileen sat down on either side of her, wrapping their arms around her shoulders. Her little protection squad.

"I'll go get some napkins and stuff," Sam coughed awkwardly, darting over to the counter and pulling napkins one by one out of the dispenser.

Eileen, Marley, and Emalee all leaned their heads together, laughing.

"I'm so glad you guys were there," Emalee breathed. Eileen squeezed her shoulders.

"I'll always be here for you when you need me, Em."

"Ditto!" Marley added. Sam cleared his throat.

"No, I'll do it," he said, pushing away Emalee's feeble attempt to clean up her own face. Eileen and Marley went off to order food, giving the two some space. Emalee dipped her gaze to her shoes, embarrassed but pleased.

Sam reached up and started to wipe away the blood. His touch was gentle and warm, careful not to make contact with the actual wounds. He started at her forehead, cleaning up the gash there as best he could before gliding down to the long cut on her cheekbone. 

"This one's pretty deep," he murmured, frowning a bit as his fingers ghosted over it. Emalee shivered. "Cold?"

"A little," she said sheepishly, her words thick. Sam scooted closer, using his broad shoulders to shelter her from the wind that picked up. She smiled, but stopped at a sharp stab of pain. 

The urge to molt had awakened inside her. The pain wasn't as bad as it had been, thanks to some Advil, but it still hurt. She shot Eileen a look. Thankfully, her sister caught it and nodded.

Eileen walked over from the line and set a hand on Sam's shoulder. He drew back; Emalee missed his warmth more than she'd like to admit.

"I've got this, moose boy," Eileen said with a devilish grin. Sam stood with a sigh and went to join Marley.

"Thanks, Eileen." She nodded and helped Emalee to her feet, causing her to grimace in pain from her swollen ankle. At the same time, Eileen inhaled sharply and favored her left ankle as well.

"Damn twin pain," she laughed. She forced it back and helped Emalee walk behind the building, back into the woods.

"Alright, here should be good."

"Together?" Their eyes and hands locked.

"Together."

"Ready?"

"Always," Eileen said with a shadow of a grin.

"One."

"Two."

"Three." Both girls closed their eyes and grimaced. 

"Focus! See who you want to become!" Eileen shouted over the agony of both of them morphing. Instead of just the normal pains, it was doubled in intensity because of their proximity.

They screamed in unison. They collapsed, undergoing the excruciating pain of shapeshifting.

After forever, the transformation slewed to a halt. Every inch of their new figures on fire, Eileen and Emalee dragged themselves over beneath a tree, clinging to each other.

"Damn, why's it have to hurt so much?" Emalee whispered, shivering.

"Because God shuns us and Satan won't accept us." 

They laid in silence, waiting for the pain to stop. It usually took awhile, but with each other there, they also healed faster. 

When the pain of new skins had finally subsided, the girls pulled on their clothes. Emalee's fit a bit tight: good thing she had a hot bod.

"Looking sexy as shit, sis."

"You too, bro. Wow." They laughed and pulled out pocket mirrors. Emalee gasped in delight. She'd assumed a figure similar to one from her teenage years with Marley.

Before her first molt. Before the terror. Before the cult.

She continued to pull on her clothes. A sigh escaped her lips as she came to the conclusion that she couldn't make herself look better and turned to Eileen, who looked hot as ever in almost the same form as her. They really were twins now.

"C'mon, let's go, Asshole."

"Bitch." The sisters laughed and started to walk back towards the building.