IDENTITY CRISIS CH.16

Dean sat there trying to figure out what was going on. At first he thought he had made a mistake, but he saw the fresh bruise on her face and the blood coming out of her nose. The thing that cleared up his confusion was the long scar that extended from the corner of her mouth all the way next to her eye, on the right side of her face. That scar told him that it was definatly Alex. He also noticed that Alex was struggling to get out of his grip. "Whoa! Alex what's going on?" Dean asked trying to get her to calm down.

"Get off of me!" Alex snapped.

"Alex, its just me. Calm down."

"I know who you are, I'm not an idiot." Alex growled while trying to pull her wrists out of Dean's grip.

As Alex continued her struggles, Dean decided that he should take her out of the hallway before any of the other guests came out and saw them. Dean had a feeling that Alex wasn't going to stop struggling until he let her go. "If I let you go, will you calm down?"

"If you let me go, is Sam going to beat me up for what I did to him?" Alex said then yanked her arms, hoping that Dean had loosened his grip, but she was wrong.

Dean gripped tighter looking in her eyes. He didn't see the fear that he saw earlier, he saw pure anger and hatred. "Why are you acting like this?"

"You're so smart, why don't you figure it out yourself. After all, it is your job, isn't it?" Alex said with a smirk.

"I'm sorry."

"What? You're not as smart as I thought you were?"

"No. That I have to do this." Dean said decking Alex in the face and knocking her out. He sat there for a second looking at her unconsious body, then he got off of her. After he stood up, he knelt down and picked her up again for the fourth time that day.

Sam came out of the bedroom limping a little and saw Dean carrying an unconsious body wearing a black cloak. "You caught her, I take it?"

"Oh, I caught somebody."

"What?" Sam asked following Dean to the stairs.

"Hey, grab Hana and her crib." Dean told Sam.

"Dean what's going on?" Sam said stopping in front of Alex's door.

Dean stopped and looked at Alex's body, then he looked up at his brother. "I'm not sure."

Even though he was confused, Sam got Hana from her crib and carried her upstairs. When he entered his room, he didn't see Dean so he checked his room. He opened the connecting door and saw Dean standing in front of a chair tying up the body. Sam shined his flashlight and was confused at what he saw.

"Uh Dean? You do realize that you're tying up Alex, right?" Sam questioned as he looked at the blood coming out of her nose.

"Yes, I realize it, but I don't believe it." Dean finished tying Alex's arms to the chair then he stood up and looked at Hana. "You know it's a really good thing that she won't remember this, because that would be awkward. Where'd you put her crib?"

"It's still in Alex's room." Sam winced a little.

"Why didn't you..." Dean trailed off when he saw the blood on Sam's pants. "Right."

Dean got Hana's crib and set it up in Sam's room. Once they had settled her in for the night, Dean helped Sam patch up his leg. Luckily the wound wasn't too bad and he was able to walk on it.

Sam was sitting on Dean's bed to let his leg rest, while Dean was standing in front of Alex.

"So, she attacked you?" Sam asked trying to comprehend what his brother had told him.

"Yeah." Dean said. "She put up a pretty good fight too."

"Dean, it was dark in the hallway, she probably did it in self defence. I mean you did say that you ran after her, right?" Sam explained. "So she probably didn't realize it was you."

"I don't know. Something doesn't feel right about all of this."

"Well you did just tie your cousin up in a chair."

"That's not what I meant. She's not acting like herself, she's different." Dean said then handed Sam the pocket knife that had stabbed him. "Take a look at this. Does that look familiar to you?"

"That's the pocket knife that you gave Alex." Sam looked up at Alex. "So if she stabbed me, then she shot the cop and Angela. I didn't see anyone else go into that room, Dean. Do you really think that she's the one that's been killing these people?"

"Well she definatly killed the cop and Angela if you didn't see anyone else go into that room. Then again, who's the one that beat her up?" Dean looked at Sam.

"And who hung the man in the stairwell? Alex was in her room when I saw that guy, there's no way she could have done it."

"I don't think it was Alex that killed those people. I think we're dealing with a shapeshifter." Dean sat down next to Sam. "We did leave her alone plenty of times, giving the shifter plenty of chances to make the switch."

"So if that's not Alex, then where is she?" Sam asked worried about Alex's safety.

"We're gonna have to wait until it wakes up. We could check now, but its getting too dark. We'd probably miss something and I don't want to take that chance."

They ended up sleeping in shifts to make sure the shapeshifter didn't try to get away.
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The next morning Kyle heard a tapping. Half awake, he looks out his window and jumps when he sees a woman standing outside.

"Sorry!" She said feeling guilty of waking him up.

Kyle took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. He looked at the woman and saw that she had long wavy black hair and a tan complection. At first glance, Kyle was hoping that it had been Alex who was knocking on his window. Kyle then started to remember what happened last night and where he was.

"Are you ok?" The woman asked through the window.

Kyle nodded his head and opened his door. The bitterly cold wind didn't fail to great him as he climbed out of his car. "I'm fine. Just stuck in this ditch."

"Do you need help?" She offered with a small smile.

"Yeah." Kyle looked at his Jeep, semi covered in snow, then back to the woman. "I'm Kyle." He said holding out his hand.

"Luisa." They shook hands, then Kyle explained how they should get out of the ditch.

After a lot of struggling and pushing, they both were able to get the Jeep back onto the road. The ditch was small, so it wasn't too difficult to get it out. They both sat for a minute catching their breaths.

Kyle looked at Luisa. "Thanks."

"No problem." She said rubbing her arms to keep warm.

"Do you need ride some where?" Kyle offered as a favor in return.

"Um, yeah actually." She looked at the road behind them. "My car broke down about a mile back."

"Well I'm headed to a hotel, you can call somebody for help there." Kyle put the keys into the ignition and started up his car.

"No offence but we just met...I'm not so sure a hotel-"

"Oh no! It's not like." Kyle explained. "My wife is there. She just had our baby girl and now she's sick."

"So you risked going out in this wearher to be with her?"

Kyle started driving down the road and glanced at the woman. "Definatly."

"Figures." She said leaning back in the passanger seat.

"What?" Kyle asked confused.

"Every guy I meet that is extremely nice, is either taken or I never see them again." Luisa saw a picture on the dashboard and picked it up. "Is this her?"

"Yeah."

"She's pretty. I can only imagine what your daughter looks like."

"Yeah," Kyle sighed. "Me too."
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Hana opened her eyes and started crying. She needed to be fed and wanted to be held. The blanket fell off of her as she started waving around her arms and kicking her legs. The sun was shining through the crib and a shadow fell upon her. Through her tears, she saw a man standing there. He bent down and reached his arms towards her. She then felt his hands slid under her and scoop her up and out of the crib. Her watery blue eyes looked at the man with shaggy brown hair.

"Shh. It's ok, Hana. I got ya." Sam said trying to comfort the crying child. "Here. Have some milk."

Hana felt one arm supporting her back, while she was held next to the soft fabric of Sam's shirt. Once she felt the rubber tip of the bottle touch her lips, she stopped crying and started to drink the warm milk.