IDENTITY CRISIS CH.18

Sam ran down the stairwell and skipped the last step. There was no time to waste, he had to find Alex.

Now that the power was back on and the weather was cleared up a bit, people were starting to leave the hotel. Sam ran past a few of the guests that were checking out. One of the guests was blocking his way and the other side of the hall had her bags. As Sam ran closer, she didn't notice him coming because she was tying her shoe. Sam jumped over her small bags and darted down the hall. Since the door to the basement was behind the front desk, Sam would have to talk to Maz first.
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After Sam had left, Dean walked back into his room. When he looked at the shapeshifter, he saw that she was struggling to get her wrists out of the rope. "You can tug all you want, but you'll only get a rope burn." Dean said as he pulled the other chair in front of her and sat down. "You're not going any where, so you might as well get comfortable."

Alex looked up at Dean with a glare, then went back to pulling her wrists out.

"Fine. Don't listen to me." Dean folded his arms and watched her useless struggles.
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The main lobby was surprizingly empty, so Sam had no trouble running up to the desk. Luckily for him, Maz was standing behind the desk looking quite bored. When he saw Sam, he perked his head up. "Hi. Do you need anything?"

"I don't really have time to explain, but I need to go into your basement." Sam said getting down to business.

"Sure. No problem." Maz said as he lead Sam to the back door.

Sam was confused as to why Maz was suddenly acting really friendly and not asking any questions.
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Dean sat there watching as what looked like Alex, tried to escape. He started wondering where the real Alex was, and if she was alright. The thought of her being tied up somewhere in the dark basement, struggling to break free, was making Dean furious. For all he knew, she could have been unconsious or worse.

"I think it's about time you and I had a little chat." Dean said, standing up. When she didn't look up, Dean walked up to her and slapped her face. "Hey! I'm talking to you, so you better listen. If not, I can keep slapping and punching you all day long." Dean smirked. "So what's it going to be?"

This had gotten her attention. She stopped pulling at the rope for a minute and looked at Dean.

"That's what I thought." Dean paused for a minute, then walked over to his gun, which was resting on the dresser. "She's a good person. She doesn't deserve any of this or what you have done to her!"
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Maz opened the door for Sam. "If you need anything, just call me." He smiled and walked away.

Sam cocked an eyebrow, watching Maz walk out of sight. He was about to walk down the stairs when he noticed that the security door was right next to him. Since he was already back there, he decided to quickly go into the room.

The room had six televisions set up at the far end. Sam looked at the screens first to find the right camera. After a few seconds, he found the right one and looked for the tape.

The tapes were under the table that the television sets were sitting on. Sam crouched down, and once he got the tape, he quickly ran out of there.

Before he left the room, he made sure that Maz or any other hotel employee wasn't around. He then walked over to the basement door and ran down the stairs.
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"What? No sarcastic comment or witty remark this time?" Dean asked mocking her. "Oh, that's right. You can't talk."

She glared at Dean and pulled harder on her wrists. The rope rubbing her skin was starting to hurt more then her face, which was throbbing in pain.

Her pain was obvious to Dean, so he bent over and gripped her wrists tight. "You think you're gonna get her, but you're not. This is the end of the line for you." Dean was satisfied when he saw her head bend back and heard a muffled cry.

"I'm sorry, does this hurt?" Dean said as he squeezed tighter on her wrists.
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The basement was well lit, as Sam turned on the lights. He looked around and saw the dead bodies of all the other victims laying side by side. They were sitting there until the cops could come and take them away.

"Alex?" Sam called out, but there was no answer.

There were a few storage rooms in the basement, so Sam started checking every single one.

"Alex?" Sam yelled louder. He still didn't get a response, so he figured that the shapeshifter had gagged her mouth some how.
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"I am sick of you and your kind thinking that you can get away with killing innocent people. Stealing their identities just so you can get away with cold blooded murder just for kicks." Dean was circling the chair like a vulture to it's pray. The chair was scratching the floor, as Alex was trying to escape the binds of the rope. Her wrists were rubbing against the rope, making the skin raw and bleed. The sounds of plea to escape were muffled by the ducktape closing her mouth shut tight, once and for all.
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Sam was half way through searching the rooms, and still didn't see any sign of Alex.

"Alex!" Sam yelled and stood still to listen for any movement. When he heard a light tapping coming from a room he hadn't checked, he quickly ran over to the door and opened it. The room was dark, so he turned on a light. Looking around the empty room, he didn't see any sign of Alex, but he did find the cause of the tapping. One of the pipes was loose, so it kept hitting another pipe.

Sam sighed at the sight. "Great." He went back to searching the rest of the rooms.
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"If you ask me, that sounds like the most cowardly thing I've ever heard of." Dean continued as he stopped in front of his vicitm."Were you just born that ugly, that you had to change? Well it doesn't matter, because after tonight..." He paused as he leaned in closer to the young woman tied to the chair."...You're never going to do it again." His anger raised when he saw her roll her eyes. "You hear me?!" Dean used the back of his gun to hit her on the head, causing her to black out. The squirming in the chair stops, as her head rolls to the side and her muscles relax, causing her hands to hang off the arm rests.

Dean raises his gun and aims it at her chest. As Dean thought back on what had happend the last few days, he knew he was doing the right thing. The way the shapeshifter had gained his trust so fast, he couldn't believe he fell for such a rookie move. He never doubted for a minute that it wasn't Alex. There were signs all around him and he just never noticed them until now. All of those people died and he could have saved them. Even though Angela was a b*tch, he would have saved her...maybe. If he would have payed closer attention he could have done something...anything. All he needed was one silver bullet and the job would be done. All he hoped for now was that he could save Alex. Save her so she could be with Kyle and Hana and have their own little family.
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There was one room left and Sam knew this was where Alex was. He opened the door and was confused at the sight. The room was empty and there was no sign of Alex or anything for that matter.

Sam quickly scanned the rest of the basement. He searched up and down, but still didn't find anything. Panic started to raise when he checked every corner and under every table, and didn't find Alex.

After thoroughly searching the entire basement, Sam didn't find Alex. And most importantly, he didn't find any sign of skin from the shapeshifter. Sam didn't know where else she could be, then he came to a conclusion. He knew exactly where Alex was. Alex was tied up to a chair in Dean's room.
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Dean still hasn't heard anything from his brother yet, and his patients was running thin. The sound of the cold wind blowing through the window, causing earie whistling noises throughout the night, along with Hana crying and children running down the halls upstaires, and the faint sound of the evelvator ping. If it wasn't for this thing, this monster, he would have been able to relax and possibly enjoy the nice hotel and it's atmosphere.

The one thing he hated the most was the way they knew exactly which buttons to press. They knew what cords to strike, just to get you on their side, trying to make you believe them. Dean remembered how the shapeshifter in St. Louis stole his identity and framed him. I mean, how could he not forget? It ruined his life. The thought of more of these things ruining other peoples lives, started to make Dean wonder; how many innocent people were in jail suffering just because of these creatures.
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Sam ran up the stairs and out to the lobby, heading for the stairwell. If Sam was right, he knew his brother wouldn't wait for a call before he shot her. He had to get there before it was too late.

The stairwell door was getting closer as Sam ran past various guests. He ended up pushing a guy out of his way, but he didn't care. He had to get to Dean and explain.

A couple of kids were playing in the hallway and saw him coming. "Get out of my way!" Sam yelled, not wanting to stop or slow down.

The children quickly backed out of his way screaming as he ran past them. Sam ran up the stairs, sometimes skipping a step or two.
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That was it. He couldn't take it any more, and now he could finally get his revenge. Dean narrowed his eyes on her, with a piercing glare and clentched jaw. He adgusted his gun and steadied his aim. His finger slowly started to tighten on the trigger. The time had come, then a loud bang was heard throughout the hotel room.