Gee, Thanks For The Update! // Teddy. //

Teddy had read the news article - unaware of a couple of others who took the same interest in it - and she packed her FBI suit, her fake IDs and her knives. She had a hunch a shapeshifter of some sort was involved - and silver was the way to go. She packed a gun too, just in case getting up close and personal may not be an option for her. She sighed heavily. It would take a couple of hours, but she was sure to get there as quick as possible. She grabbed her duffel bag, with her things all packed inside of it, and she got onto her sleek, black motorbike. She revved it up, glancing from side to side before she zoomed off to Gainsville, in Florida.

It was going to be a shorter drive, because Teddy had moved around a lot the past two years, settling in just a few miles away from Gainsville. She had a small apartment, but she was only able to pay the rent through scams - and even then, she felt bad for basically "stealing" money, but she needed it to settle in and try to have an apple pie life. However, even Teddy was destined to hunt, and she knew she'd never be stopped from doing it. She could be sixty-six and she'd still want to hunt down the monsters of the world.

Having arrived an hour and a half later, Teddy settled into a motel, using her fake credit card to check in for a single room. She chose the one right down the end of the hall. She never liked being right at the front. She smiled at the woman behind the counter, and she made sure her motorbike was parked and pretty before she went into her new motel room. She had missed this. She had tried to quit within the two years, but having the apartment meant she only went for hunts close by - and there really wasn't many. So, now that she is further away, and requires a motel room, she feels a sense of nostalgia flowing through her veins. "God, how I missed this..." She murmured.

She eyed her FBI ID and her clothes and she smiled eversoslightly. She got herself ready, however she suddenly felt hungry. She sighed and went down to the burger joint just a block down from the motel. Leaving her motorbike in the parking lot. She needed to walk more; well, that's what she convinced herself to believe. Unaware of the eyes following her, evaluating her, judging her character, matching her appearance... a bloody shapeshifter.

Teddy sighed heavily, her tummy did feel a little weird - it was probably that last night's burger's fault. "For God's sake..." She grumbled before she sat up on her bed. She had wanted to go check out the murder scene, but even she had no courage to go. She had a terrible stomach ache, but she knew it would go away if she just ate and drank something different - something healthy. She groaned as she got up from her bed, she was in a simple tank top and booty shorts. She grabbed a salad and a bottle of fresh water. She gulped the water down before delving into the salad. She hummed softly at the taste, she did love a good salad - just she preferred fast food over it any day.

Unbeknownst to her, a second Teddy was roaming the soil of Florida. Fake Teddy was in Teddy's suit and they had walked past Teddy in the burger joint, carefully snatching her fake ID from her discarded jacket on the edge of her stool. No one noticed - maybe a small child, but they didn't seem like a snitch; or had the capability to form sentences. Fake Teddy had all the necessities they needed. They knew where the crime scene was - because they were the one to cause the murder. They grinned maliciously before they went stoic once they'd gotten into view of the police officers all stood in the taped circle. She stepped into the circle, ducking under the yellow tape. She flashed her badge at the sheriff and he merely nodded.

"There were no break-ins, so were pretty much stumped. The only way we're going to find anything is through the CCTV outside the house." The sheriff informed the Fake Teddy. Fake Teddy nodded in response. "Alright, sheriff, you go sort that out - I'll just overlook, and question." She said simply.

Teddy smiles in satisfaction once she finishes her salad and water. She goes to the shower, she strips and then turns on the hot water. Humming a rock song as she gets herself washed and ready to go the crime scene. Teddy steps out of the shower and dries her body, and hair, with her towel before getting dressed back into her FBI outfit.

She sighs heavily as she looks herself in the mirror - for once, she decided to side braid her hair. She winds her white hair into a soft, side braid before she grins at her new masterpiece. "Gotta love braids." She muttered before her phones started to ring. She groaned and reached for it inside of her pocket, picking up her handbag, which contained her knife, gun full of silver bullets, and a spare ID - she realized she might have dropped her other one at the burger place last night - but it wasn't much of a biggie.

Teddy finally answered her phone call and she opened her motel door, closing it behind her quietly. "Hello?" She asked, not caring if anyone heard her, as her indoor voice could be pretty loud. "Teddy Wilson here." She said with a huff. "Oh! David! How are you, buddy?" She asked with a grin. She did miss David, he was a fun guy. They were pretty close, but Teddy wasn't into getting into a relationship with him.

Her keys slipped out of her hand and she cursed before going to pick them up. That is, until she realized they'd slipped under the door of the Winchesters' motel room. Teddy didn't know this, but she knew she needed those keys. She grumbled: "Talk to you later, David." She ended the call and slipped her phone back into her pocket, knocking politely on the motel room's door. "Hello? Anyone? I dropped my keys under your door!" She called into the room.

Meanwhile, Fake Teddy turned around abruptly, expecting a female that looked identical to her current form, but no, it was a guy whom the person she had shifted into knew personally. They almost grinned at the thought of bait, but they kept a stoic look. Fake Teddy walked over to Dean before breaking out a fake smile and she hugged Dean. "Nice to see you back, pal." She said, patting his back once or twice before she let go of him. "God only knows how much I've missed you!"

Teddy smiled. "Thank you very-" She was cut off once she saw the door open to the one and only moose, Sam Winchester. Her eyes widened. "S-Sam?!" She exclaimed in confusion and disbelief. "I-I haven't seen you for two whole years! Where the Hell have you been? Come 'ere you!" She pulled him into a tight hug and she grinned happily. "Wow it's been so long! How've you been?" She had begun to realize he still had her keys and she shyly took them from his hands. "Erm, thanks for them."

However, in another place, Fake Teddy was examining Dean Winchester - that was his name, she'd finally confirmed it through the real Teddy's memories. They had a past, a strange one. But she got used to it pretty quickly once the hunter got his phone out and texted what she guessed was his brother, Sam Winchester. The latest memory of Sam Winchester - within real Teddy's mind - was before she was sent into a comma. The poor girl was left in the hospital on her own after one day. 'Some dedication there...' Fake Teddy thought with a grimace before she smirked at Dean.

"Well, Dean, it was nice seeing you but-" She opened her bag slyly, slipping her pistol out briefly. "It's dinner time." She said bluntly, raising her pistol once he was distracted with his texting. She slammed the end of her pistol onto the back of his head, hard. There were roughly three officers - four if you included the sheriff in the other room. They all shot their eyes over to Fake Teddy. She sighed. "Sorry about this boys..." She grumbled before she growled angrily, taking her knife out of her handbag. She ran at a great speed, slicing the officers' necks relatively quickly. She tutted once she saw the blood on her shaped suit. "This was a nice suit too..." She pouted before grinning at the knocked-out hunter. "This'll be fun, though!" She said mischievously, taking his feet, dragging him away from the murder scene.

Teddy smiled softly at the tall Winchester, but it faded once he asked her the question. "No I haven't... I was just about to go actually." She paused.  "Why, what's up Sam?" She asked curiously, tilting her head to emphasis her confusion on the situation. She was unaware his brother was even alive, so him asking her this might've been a bit odd. "Erm, why, were you going to search it? Or have you already searched it?" She questioned, still curious - and confused.

Meanwhile, Fake Teddy grumbled about how heavy the eldest Winchester was as they picked him up and tied him to a metal chair. Fake Teddy eyed the area, noting its exits etc. before their eyes went onto Dean's unconscious form. "Come on, big guy. Wake-y, wake-y! Don't want you sleeping throughout the upcoming show." She grumbled, raising her hand to slap him hard with the back of her shifted palm. She did enjoy her new look, but even then, she needed to wait for the brother to wake up; and for his younger brother and her duplicate to appear. She was having fun fantasizing what to eat from the real Teddy first. "Hm, I might eat her brain first." She licked her lips, speaking out loud in thought. "That Teddy girl does seem quite delicious. She's slim, she has muscle, and she's pretty smokin'~"

Teddy's eyes widened. "Oh okay!" She said, feeling rushed. But she didn't mind. She could tell something was up. Sam felt like something was urgently wrong, so Teddy wasn't going to question him. "W-what's going on Sam?" She question, speaking quickly as she hid the knife and gun in her belt. She had a holster for the pistol and the knife had a small pouch, for it to sit in, ready for her to bring out. Teddy was super confused, and she was a little out of it... you could even say she was a little bit rusty. It had been two years. She has tried to sort her life out, but finds difficulty in doing so.

Meanwhile, Fake Teddy merely laughed off Dean's comment. "Oh because I didn't call you by that stupid nickname that she gives you? Or I didn't mention the fact that she was in a comma two years ago because of what your brother, Samuel did? Oh she was scared when she woke up, alone, in that hospital bed. Oh she felt useless. She had amnesia when she woke up, she'd forgotten quite a bit - and where was Sammy? Hm? Do you know? Because I'm pretty sure, two years ago - according to Miss Wilson's memories - you were missing, in Purgatory." She snarled at the eldest Winchester.

"So, why don't I put her out of her dang misery? Why don't I eat her up in front of you and your little brother, hm?" She growled through clenched teeth. "Why don't I torture her first? Make you and your little brother regret ever leaving her to her own demise for those two years she suffered?!" She got angrier by the minute. "She felt so helpless, you know, s-she even tried self-harming for a few weeks. She was helpless, she had a hard time getting her memories back - and oh did that scare her. The monsters, the deaths of her friends and family members - oh how horrible for her." She grumbled, with a sarcastic quip at the end.

Teddy followed Sam, keeping close behind. She eyed the street around, keeping an eye on her surroundings. The last time she was with Sam, grenades were thrown and she was nearly killed. Those memories flooded back into her mind with quick speed, and she almost whimpered out loud at the pain, but she merely rubbed two fingers on her temple before hearing a crash. Sam had broken a car's window. Teddy blinked once he'd explained what had happened: "So a shapeshifter then?" She questioned out loud, seemingly calm, but she was trying to get rid of her headache.

Meanwhile, Fake Teddy was snarling and growling at the hunter tied in the chair in front of her. "I might as well be helping this Teddy girl... she seems so troubled. So terrified." She sighed heavily, putting on an act of sympathy. "I felt bad for her, you see. She has suffered so much. Finding out somebody she had been crushing on since they first met - whichever time that was, Croatoan virus or not - thought of her as a sister put a downer on her poor soul. And that is your fault, lover boy~" She got close to his face, but she was mindful of any headbutting action, keeping enough distance.

"You caused her a lot of grief. Oh and don't get me started on Sammy! Him leaving her helpless in that hospital, after nearly being killed by, who woulda guessed it? - Grenades!" Fake Teddy laughed out loud, in a manic fashion. "She decided to have an 'apple pie life', as she puts it. And that didn't go so well either. She had found a boyfriend, but he was abusive - she still has the scars by the way - and she became pregnant. And oh lord was she scared. However, for her, she was lucky to have had a miscarriage. Because just imagine what could've come to kill that baby... ooo a lot of things!" Fake Teddy smirked evilly, straightening herself as she tapped her foot on the floor.

"How long does it take for your tall brother and for the white-haired lass to get here?"