Girl!Sam: Skin

Apr 24, 2007 20:46

Title: Girl!Sam - Skin
Rating: Same as show
Parings: none
Characters: Dean, Sammi
Summary:  My take on the series if Sam were a girl, while trying to keep as much canon intact as possible.

AN: This was one of my fav episodes to rewrite.  I hope y'all enjoy it half as much as I did :D

Sam and Dean were headed for Bisbee, AZ.  There had been some suspicious disappearances in the area and it was worth checking out.  And since they still had no real lead on their dad….  Dean pulled into a gas station to refuel and began to fill Sam in on the route he had planned.  “All right, I figure we hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south…we’re in Bisbee by midnight…” He noticed that Sam was distracted and didn’t seem to be listening. “Sam is a geek…”

Sam didn’t look up from her Palm One cell phone. “I’ve been listening, I’m just busy.”  She was using the little plastic pen to check her email messages on the phone’s screen.

“Busy doin’ what?”

“Reading e-mails.”

Dean got out of the car and started filling up.  “E-mail from who?”

Sam scrolled through the messages, most of which were asking where she was. “From my friends…at Stanford.”

Dean went around to the gas pump. “You’re kiddin’. You still keep in touch with your college friends?”

Sam was taken aback.  The thought of not keeping in touch hadn’t even occurred to her. “Why not?”

“Well…”  Dean put the nozzle in the tank and walked over to Sam’s window.  “What exactly do you tell ‘em? You know, about…where you’ve been, what you’ve been doin’.”

“I tell ‘em I’m on a road trip with my big brother. I tell ‘em I needed some time off after Jesse.”

“Oh, so you lie to ‘em.”

“No.”  Sam protested.  “I just don’t tell ‘em…everything.”

“Yeah that…that’s called lying.” Sam gave him a look and Dean laughed. “Hey Sis, I get it. Tellin’ ‘em the truth is far worse.”

“So what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life?” Dean shrugged and made a face.  “You’re serious.”

“Look, it sucks but…in a job like this, you can’t get close to people, period.”

“You’re kinda anti-social, you know that?” She went back to reading her e-mail.

“Yeah, whatever.” The pump dinged, indicating the tank was full.  Dean looked at the total and muttered, “Unbelievable.”

Sam read an email from her friend Rebecca.

Subject: Bad News
Date: Mon, 5 Dec 2005
To: Sam Winchester
From: Rebecca Warren
hey sam - wanted to update you; wasn’t sure if you’d heard the news. zach was arrested for killing his gf. sounds crazy, i know - but he’s charged with murder, cops say they have dna, fingerprints, all kinds of evidence…

he didn’t do it!!

this all feels so unreal.

just thought you’d like to know.

“God…”  Sam couldn’t believe what she’d just read.  If she didn’t know Rebecca better, she’d think it was a sick joke.

Dean leaned down to the passenger side window again. “What?”

“This e-mail, from this girl Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine…”

“She hot?”

Sam ignored him.  “I went to school with her and her brother Zach. She says Zach’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.”

“What kind of people you hangin’ out with?”

“No, Dean. I know Zach. He’s no killer.”

“Well maybe you know Zach as well as he knows you.”

“They’re in St. Louis. We’re going.”

Dean laughed. “Look, sorry about your friend, okay. But this does not sound like our kind of problem.”

“It is our problem.”  She insisted. “They’re my friends.”

“St. Louis is 400 miles behind us, Sam.”

Sam gave Dean her patented stubborn pout and waited for him to give in. It didn’t take long.

He groaned.  “Fine.”  Sam smirked as he stomped inside to pay for their gas.  He’d be in a bitchy mood the whole way, but at least they were going.

Sam knocked on the door with Dean standing just behind her, invading her personal space.  Within a few seconds Rebecca opened it and gasped. “Oh my God…Sam!”

“Hi Becky.”  Sam genuinely welcomed the hug from Becky.  Her college life seemed like it belonged to a different person now.  So much had happened in the last few weeks.

“I can’t believe it’s you.”  Becky exclaimed.

“I got your email.”

“I didn’t think that you would come here.”

Dean was tired of standing there unnoticed.  It hurt the ego.  He stepped forward and offered his hand.  “Dean. Older brother.”

Becky smiled and shook his hand.  “Hi.”

“Hi.”

Sam glanced over her shoulder at Dean.  “Sorry.”  The apology lacked sincerity.  She was sure even Dean could tell it was just courtesy. She looked back at Becky. “We’re here to help. Whatever we can do.”

“Come in.” Becky ushered them into the house. The entry was spacious and well decorated, definitely upper-middleclass.

Dean glanced around. “Nice place.”

“It’s my parents’. I was just crashing here for the long weekend when everything happened. I decided to take the semester off. I’m gonna stay until Zach’s free.”

“Where’re your parents?”  Sam asked.

“They live in Paris for half the year, so they’re on their way home now for the trial. Do you guys want a beer or something?”

Dean grinned. “Hey.”

Sam frowned at him and answered for both of them. “No thanks. So, tell us what happened.”

“Well, um, Zach, he came home and he found Emily tied to a chair. And she was beaten up and bloody and she wasn’t breathing and so he…he called 911. And the police, they showed up and, and they arrested him.”  Becky’s eyes were brimming with tears and she struggled to keep her voice calm.  “But the thing is, the only way that Zach could have killed Emily is if he was in two places at the same time.” The statement made Sam uneasy, and she glanced over at Dean. “The police, they have a video, it’s from the security tape from across the street. And it shows Zach coming home at 10:30. 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…Zach’s house.”

Dean still wasn’t sure they should be getting involved with Sam’s friend’s trouble. “We could?”

Becky paused and looked at Sam. “Why? I mean, what could you do?”

“Well, me, not much. But Dean’s a cop.” she lied.

Dean laughed and looked uncomfortable for a second before going along with it. “A detective, actually.”

“Really? Where?”  Becky asked.

“Bisbee, Arizona. But I’m off-duty now.”

“That’s…you guys, that’s so nice to offer, but I just…I don’t know.”

“Beck, look.”  Sam argued. “I know Zach didn’t do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he’s innocent.”

Becky was still hesitant, and glanced from Sam to Dean a couple times. “Okay. I’m gonna go get the keys.”

Becky left the room and Dean circled Sam to stand in front of her. He whistled.  “Oh yeah, Sam. You’re a real straight shooter with your friends.”

“Look, Zach and Becky need our help.”

Dean shrugged. “I just don’t think this is our kind of problem.”

“Two places at once? We’ve looked into less.”

Dean made a face, but there was no further argument from him.  Sam was right.  They had ‘looked into less’.

The three of them pulled up to Zach’s house in the Impala. They all got out, but Becky stopped Dean. “You’re sure this is okay?”

“Yeah. I am an officer of the law.”

They headed into the house, which was blocked off by police tape. Inside, there was blood splattered and smeared all over the place.  There was a picture of Zach and Emily on a table and rotten fruit lying around.  The police had apparently not moved or touched anything other than to collect DNA and fingerprint evidence. Becky hesitated in the doorway.

“Beck, you wanna wait outside?”  Sam asked in concern.

Becky steeled herself. “No, I wanna help.” She went inside and they all looked around.

“Tell us what else the police said.”

Becky was fighting back tears, but she told Sam what she knew. “Well, there was no sign of a break-in. They say that Emily let her attacker in. The lawyers, they’re already talking about a plea bargain.” She looked around at all the blood and started to cry. “Oh, God.”

Sam tried to get her to focus. “Look, Beck. If Zach didn’t do this, it means someone else did. Any idea who?”

Becky shook her head, but then remembered something. “Um, there was something. About a week before, somebody broke in here. They stole some clothes…Zach’s clothes. The police, they don’t think it’s anything. I mean, we’re not that far from downtown. Sometimes people get robbed.”

Dean had been walking through the room, looking around.  He walked over to the door to investigate a neighbor’s vicious-looking barking dog.

Becky came up behind him. “You know, that used to be the sweetest dog.”

“What happened?”

She shrugged.  “He just changed.”

“Do you remember when he changed?”

“I guess around the time of the murder.”

Inside, Sam was looking at a photo of her, Zach, and Becky on the fridge in the kitchen.

Dean walked in leaving Becky out in the living room by the door. “So the neighbor’s dog went psycho right around the time Zach’s girlfriend was killed.”

“Animals can have a sharp sense of the paranormal.”

Dean looked grim. “Yeah, maybe Fido saw somethin’.”

Sam looked at her brother. “So you think maybe this is our kind of problem?”

“No, probably not. But we should look at the security tape. You know, just to make sure.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.” Becky came up behind Dean and he turned around. “So the tape, the uh, security footage…think maybe your lawyers could get their hands on it? See, I just don’t have that kind of jurisdiction.”

“I’ve already got it.”  She looked a bit embarrassed. “I didn’t want to say something in front of the cop.” Dean laughed. “I um, I stole it off the lawyer’s desk. I just had to see it for myself.”

“All right.”

As they left, Sam paused to again look at the picture on the fridge. Maybe she knew Zach about as well as he knew her, but she was certain he wasn’t capable of the scene left in the living room.  She knew who he was, even if she didn’t know everything about him. There had to be an explanation.

Zach was sitting outside an apartment building watching a woman seeing her husband off to work.  The only problem was that the real Zach was being held without bail until the trial, so this was obviously not Sam’s friend Zach.  ‘The other Zach’ was writing in a notebook as he watched the couple across the street.

The woman straightened her husband’s tie. “I’ll miss you. Why do they always have to send you?”

He smiled regretfully. “Because, I’m the boss.”

“I know Alex…that’s why I want you to stay home.” She pulled him toward her for a kiss.

“It’s just Kansas City.” He reasoned.  “I’ll be home tomorrow night. I’ll make it up to you.” He kissed her again.

She grinned. “You better.”

The man got in his car, and ‘the other Zach’ watched the woman go back inside with a leering sort of smile. His eyes flashed silver.

Back at the house, Sam, Dean, and Becky sat in the family room watching the security footage.  Becky pointed at the screen. “Here he comes.”

“22:04.” Dean said in reaction to the timestamp on the tape. “That’s just after ten. You said time of death was about 10:30.”

Becky nodded. “Our lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tape’s authentic. It wasn’t tampered with.”

Sam thought she saw something and decided to get Becky out of the room so she could discuss it with Dean. “Hey, Beck, can we take those beers now?”

Becky stood up. “Oh, sure.”

Dean caught Sam’s eye and stopped Becky. “Hey, uh…maybe some sandwiches, too?”

Becky laughed. “What do you think this is, Hooter’s?”

Once she was out of earshot Dean muttered. “I wish.” Then he moved closer to Sam. “What is it?”

“Check this out.” She rewound the tape and then paused it to show Zach with glowing silver eyes.

“Maybe it’s just a camera flare.” Dean rationalized.

“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.”

“Remember that dog that was freakin’ out? Maybe he saw this thing. Maybe this is some kind of dark double of Zach’s, something that looks like him, but isn’t him.”

“Like a doppelganger.”

“Yeah. That’d sure explain how he was two places at once.  You know what we need to do right?”

Dean sighed. “Yeah.”

“We’ll wait till tomorrow.  It’s too late now to avoid suspicion.”

Just then, Becky walked back in with three beers and a plate of sandwiches.  Dean hurried over to help her and took the beers.

Alex returned home early from his business meeting in Kansas City.  “Honey, it’s me. Client cancelled at the last minute.”

He began putting his things down. “I called…why didn’t you answer?”  He walked into the living room. “Lindsey? Lindsey?” He turned to see a smear of blood on the wall next to the light switch. “Lindsey?!”

He rushed into the other room to find Lindsey, bloody and tied up in a chair, whimpering. “It’s okay, Lindsey, it’s me.” He took the gag out of her mouth.

“Please don’t hurt me anymore!” Lindsey pleaded. “Leave me alone!”

Alex was confused, but continued to try to untie her. There was a crash in the other room, so he got up to investigate. Out of the darkness behind him came his doppelganger, and for a split second, his eyes turned silver. Alex spun around and froze in shock, giving the doppelganger the opportunity to knock him out with the baseball bat he held.

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