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Nightshifter. // Dean // Dec 7, 2014 23:07:49 GMT -5

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ooc; SEASON TWO. EPISODE TWELVE.

The jewelry store's manager faced Sam with a troubled expression. "Helena was our head buyer. She...she was family. We all thought of her that way and she even said, every year at the holiday party...we were the only family she knew." Sam considered this. "So...there was never any sign she would do something like this?" "Of course not. I mean...I still can't believe it. Even now. I just don't understand why she would steal from us...all that money and jewelry....and then go home and kill herself like that...it just doesn't make any sense." Sam had to agree, but then again, if it had made sense, he and Dean wouldn't be there. He wouldn't be interviewing the manager, posing as a federal agent, and Dean wouldn't be across the room, pretending to do the same with the assistant manager, while really just flirting. Sam could tell from his body language and the way the woman was leaning forward, twirling her hair suggested it was a two way street.

Sam turned his focus back to the manager. "So did you see any of the security footage yourself?" He shook his head morosely. "No. The cops took everything." "Of course they did" Dean interrupted, approaching with a satisfied smile, telling Sam he'd scored the woman's number. "Well thank you very much for your time." Sam shook the manager's hand politely and then he and Dean got out of there.

While Dean drove them to their next desired location, Sam went back over the police reports. Just from reading the witness' statement, he knew this was going to be a much different visit than the one they'd just had.

And not only because Dean wouldn't be flirting with this one.

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Nightshifter. // Dean // Dec 8, 2014 9:01:20 GMT -5

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"What are we doing here again" Dean wanted to know as they got out of the car. "About a month ago, Milwaukee National Trust...that's a bank in the area...was robbed. Same deal as the jewelry store. The inside job done by an employee who never in a million years would have been suspected, blah blah blah. Anyway, this guy...Ronald Resnik...he was the security guard on duty. Beaten unconscious by the guy who did it. But he gave a statement. Check it out." Sam passed over the file which Dean scanned, lifting an eyebrow. "And let me guess, the cops have all that security footage too." Sam nodded. Dean heaved an annoyed sigh. "Friggen cops." "They're just doing their jobs Dean" Sam pointed out patiently to which Dean snorted and replied with, "no, they're doing our job, only they don't know they are, so they suck at it." Sam had no response to that.

They stepped up to the front door and Sam knocked twice, calling loudly so it would carry through the screen. "Mr. Resnik?" A bright floodlight above the door nearly blinds them, forcing them to shield their eyes against the beam. "Son of a"- Dean started irritably as a man made his appearance known on the other side of the door, watching them skeptically. "FBI Mr. Resnik" Sam announced professionally. Ronald moved a little closer. "Let me see some ID." In unison, the boys pulled their fake badges out of inner jacket pocket, flipped them open, and slapped them against the screen. Ronald squinted at them momentarily. "I already gave my statement to the police" he finally announced in a somewhat bitter tone. Dean closed his badge and tucked it away again, still keeping one hand up to shield his eyes from the floodlight. "Actually Ronald, that's why we're here" he admitted. "We have a few questions about your statement that we'd like you to clarify."

Ronald was obviously trying not to look too hopeful. "You read my statement? Come to listen to what I have to say?" Dean nodded. "That's why we're here." Ronald opened the door widely to allow them entrance. Dean could tell he was still trying very hard not to be too anxious or overeager as he led them into a small office, the walls of which were covered with article clippings that all appeared to be on the subject of aliens. "None of the cops ever called me back after I gave 'em my statement" Ronald declared in annoyance. "They all just thought I was crazy." He gestured to the couch and Sam and Dean took a seat. "Why don't you tell us what happened that night" Sam began calmly.

Ronald took a deep breath. "Ok, well first off. Juan Morales never robbed that bank. I knew him, see. We were friends. Sometimes he'd come back to the bank at night on my shift and we'd play cards." Sam frowned. "So you let him into the bank that night. After hours." There was an almost accusatory note in his voice Dean noted. Ronald shook his head vigorously. "The thing I let into the bank wasn't Juan. I mean, it looked like him, but it wasn't him. Every detail of his face was too perfect. Like if a doll maker had done it. Like I was talking to a...a big Juan-Doll." The brothers swapped a look. "A Juan-Doll" Sam repeated doubtfully. Ronald wasn't deterred. "This isn't the first time it's happened! There was a jewelry store just a week ago too. And the cops...you guys...you just won't see it!" Dean looked to Sam and then Ronald again. "See what?" Ronald was practically bouncing from one foot to the other by this point. "Both crimes were pulled by the same thing!" "And what's that Mr. Resnik" Sam inquired.

Ronald eagerly snatched up a magazine from the desk and jabbed one finger at the front cover. Its headline read: "Birth of the Cyberman" and was sitting below a large robot that looked vaguely human. "The Chinese have been working on it for years. The Russians before that. Part man. Part machine. But but but it can make itself look like other people" he stammered excitedly. "SO it's not just a robot, it's a...a...a mandroid!" "A mandroid" Sam repeated in disbelief. Before Sam could add onto that, Dean interjected with, "and what makes you so sure about this Ronald?" Ronald smiled widely, almost as if this was the very moment he had been waiting for. The very moment that would prove his 'mandroid' theory. He pulled a VCR tape from the cluttered desk and inserted it into the drive. "I made copies of all the security footage" he explained. "I knew once the cops got their hands on them, they would be buried." Dean nodded in agreement as Ronald fastforwarded through the beginning couple of minutes of tape. "Now keep your eyes on Juan...watch him...watch...THERE!" Ronald paused the tape and pointed with a flourish at Juan's eyes which had a metallic glint all too familiar to the boys. They exchanged a grim, knowing look that was completely missed by Ronald who was jabbering on. "You see? He's got the laser eyes!" He bobbed his head up and down energetically before sombering slightly. "The cops said it was some kind of camera flare. But that ain't a damn camera flare. And if the cops aren't going to hunt this thing down, I'll do it myself." He moved across the room to point at a map of the city that he'd pinned on one wall. There were several red circles on it. "The robberies were grouped in this area so I'll bet the mandroid holes up somewhere in there too. Probably underground so it can recharge its batteries." He looked incredibly proud of himself for putting all this together and Dean was impressed in spite of himself. Despite the whole very wrong mandroid theory, he had actually done a decent job putting together a file and narrowing down where the shifter would be hiding. Because it was definitely a shapeshifter.

Not a mandroid.

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Nightshifter. // Dean // Dec 9, 2014 10:30:38 GMT -5

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Sam listened carefully as Ronald rambled. When he finally finished, looking hopefully from Dean to Sam, obviously waiting for praise of all the work he'd done, the younger Winchester stood slowly. "Ok. I want you to listen to me very carefully." Dean rose as well and Sam could sense him watching, waiting to see what he was going to say. In a calm, professional, official demeanor, Sam went on. "There is no such thing as a mandroid. There is nothing evil going on here. It's just people." On one side of him, Ronald was deflating a bit with each word spoken, and on the other, Dean was keeping a straight face with difficulty.

"But the laser eyes" Ronald was saying as a last ditch effort. "Just a camera flare Mr. Resnik. See, I know you don't want to believe this but your friend Juan robbed that bank" Sam finished in an almost cold tone. He could sense more than see that Dean's straight face was strained. Sam knew he was coming off as a bit insensitive and rude, but the alternative was to tell Ronald he was right and watch as an innocent man went off in search of a monster that would tear him apart in three seconds flat.

Ronald drew himself up to his full height and pointed with fury to the door. "Get out of my house! Now!" Sam, unfazed, nodded professionally. "Sure, ok. But first things first."

He held out one hand for the video tapes.

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Nightshifter. // Dean // Dec 9, 2014 10:48:15 GMT -5

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"Wow." Dean shook his head in amazement as they entered their motel room twenty minutes later. "If that isn't the kicker...you tell that poor son of a bitch you have to...what word did you use...oh yeah, remand the tapes he copied as part of an ongoing investigation. That's messed up." Dean shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it onto the closest chair. Sam went straight to the VCR player and inserted the tape. "What, are you pissed at me or something?" Dean shook his head, taking a seat at the table and spreading out a map of the city. "Nah. I just think it's a little creepy how good of a fed you make. I mean, you could have at least thrown the guy a bone...he did some pretty good legwork for us." He picked up a red pen and began tracing the sewer system lines out onto the map. Sam glanced over his shoulder with a skeptical frown. "Mandroid?" "Ok, except for the mandroid part" Dean admitted. "But I like him. He's not that different from us, you know. People think we're crazy."

"Yeah, except he's not a hunter Dean." Sam sighed heavily. "He's just a normal guy who accidentally stumbled onto something real. If he were to go up against it, he'd get torn to pieces." Dean began connecting the dots he'd created, forming a long red line. "Yeah, I guess" he said after a moment. Sam fast-forwarded straight to where Ronald had pointed out the "laser eyes" and paused it again. "That's definitely a shapeshifter. Just like Saint Louis. Same retinal reaction to cameras." "I hate those friggen things" Dean muttered savagely.

Sam turned away from the television. "You think I don't?" "Well one didn't turn into you and frame you for murder" Dean pointed out reasonably, tossing down the pen and waving his brother over. "Ok, check this out. They chill out underground right? In the sewers. Well, both the bank and jewelry store were along this line of sewers." He pointed. Sam nodded, following along. Dean pointed to a final spot on the map.

"There's one more bank on that same line."

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Nightshifter. // Dean // Dec 10, 2014 10:24:30 GMT -5

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Thinking up a way into the bank to check for the shifter was easy. So was renting the disguise costumes of alarm security professionals. Convincing Dean not to bring a gun was the tricky part. "We don't want to accidentally hurt an innocent person" he pointed out. "We use the cameras to find the shifter and then we follow it home. THAT's when we bring the guns." Dean was grouchy about it but he finally agreed to the plan. So they donned their disguises and set of for The City Bank Of Milwaukee.

The day security guard let them in. "We haven't had any flags go up in our system yet" he told the boys after Sam had given him some baloney excuse about needing to see the security cameras after a few other clients had complained of problems. Dean expanded upon Sam's lie smoothly. "There was a glitch with the main system so we're just checking to make sure your cameras are kosher." "Better safe than sorry" the guard agreed, letting them into the security office. "You gentlemen need anything else?" Sam shook his head politely. "Oh no thank you, we'll be fine. In and out before you know it. Just a routine check." The guard gave them a cheery smile. "Okie dokie."

As they got comfortable in front of the half a dozen security camera screens, Dean chuckled. "I like him. He says 'okie dokie'." Sam began scanning the cameras. "What if he's the shifter?" Dean gave an indifferent shrug. "Then we follow him home and put a silver bullet in his chest."
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About an hour later, they were still combing the cameras for anyone with metallic eyes. Within the first ten minutes of being there, Dean had cleared the guard by checking his eyes and announcing gladly: "Well, it looks like Mr. Okie Dokie is okie dokie." But that had been their last form of communication for awhile and now Sam was just about ready to call it quits. "Maybe we jumped the gun on this one Dean" he suggested reluctantly. "Maybe the shifter's not even here. Maybe we should head for the sewers and..." He'd turned his head to the side to gauge his brother's reaction to this idea and discovered that Dean wasn't even listening. He was zooming one of the cameras in on the ass of an attractive bank teller who was bending over. Sam rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"Dean. We're supposed to be looking for eyes."

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Nightshifter. // Dean // Dec 10, 2014 14:16:11 GMT -5

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Dean gave a lazy smile. "I'm getting there." He hesitated another minute and then brought the camera back out to its normal distance and continued doing a general sweep of the building. "Wait a minute" he announced grimly after just a few more seconds. The bank manager had come out of his office to talk with a client and was directly facing one of the cameras. His metallic eyes were out in full force. "Hello freak." "Got him." Sam was on his feet in seconds, ready to roll, but Dean lingered. "Sam. Wait." His sharp eyes had picked up on something else in another camera view. Ronald Resnik had just entered the bank, looked around wildly for a minute and then chained up the only entrance/exit, pocketing the key. He was holding a rifle. The brothers exchanged a look. Dean threw up both hands, leaning back in his chair. "Hello Ronald."
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The boys exited the security office and began walking briskly towards the lobby. "And you said we shouldn't bring guns." Dean shook his head as a few panicked people brushed past them, trying to find another exit out of the bank. "I didn't know this was going to happen Dean" Sam countered, sounding slightly guilty, making Dean feel slightly guilty for ragging on him about it. Fortunately he still had his silver blade in his boot. That made him feel better about going up against the shifter. As they got closer and closer to the lobby, they could make out the sounds of Ronald firing his gun and shouting at people to stay calm and get into the center of the room. "Just let me do the talking" Dean informed his brother. "I don't think he likes you very much Agent Friendly." He coated the last word in sarcasm. Seeing as how Sam had basically called him nuts and refused to acknowledge any of his theories or hard work, and then went on to reprimand him for making copies of classified information, it would be entirely plausible to come to this conclusion.

The lobby had maybe a dozen scared people all huddled together in the middle of it. Ronald had his back to the stairs that the boys came down. When Dean spoke up calmly with, "hey Ron", he spun around so fast he nearly tripped. Upon seeing the brothers, his eyes got wide. "YOU" he snarled. "Get over there!" He gestured with his rifle to the clump of terrified hostages. "I knew it as soon as you left my house" he went on as Sam and Dean made their way, hands up, over to join the others and kneel down. "You ain't FBI. Who are you working for? The mandroid???" "We're not working for the mandroid" Sam exclaimed in exasperation. Ronald pointed his gun at him and bellowed, "YOU SHUT UP! I AIN'T TALKING TO YOU; I DON'T LIKE YOU!" Dean had to resist flinging his brother a 'told you so' smirk. It didn't seem appropriate at the moment. Sam shrunk back meekly with a nod. "Fair enough."

There was a beat of silence, all eyes on Ronald, and then he moved his gun from Sam to one of the hostages and gestured. "Get over there and frisk them down. Make sure they ain't got any weapons!" Crap. Dean closed his eyes momentarily, hoping the hostage might overlook his boots and the blade within, but no such luck. "Well, well, well, what have we here?" Sam gave Dean an incredulous look to which he whispered back defensively, "well I'm not just going to walk in here naked!" He'd had at least one weapon on his person for as long as he could remember, even if had only been a pocket knife at some points. Ronald snatched the blade from the hostage and dropped it down a deposit box with a clatter. Dean winced. There went their only protection against the shifter. He tried to reorganize his thoughts and come up with a game plan on the fly. Keeping his tone soothing, he addressed Ronald. "We know you don't want to hurt anyone Ron but that's exactly what's going to happen if you keep waving that thing around." His eyes found the tip of Ronald's rifle which he had yet to stop moving from side to side. "Now, why don't you let these nice people go?" He nodded encouragingly but Ronald simply shook his head and bleated desperately, "no! I've already told you...if the law won't stop this thing, I'll do it myself!"

"Hey, we believe you! We do. That's why we're here." Dean nodded encouragingly yet again. Ronald's expression was downcast. "You don't believe me! No one does! How could they?!" Dean waved him closer. "Come here." Ronald blinked, tensing up. "What?? No way." Dean resisted rolling his eyes, continuing to speak in a calm, assured tone. "Hey, you're holding the gun, boss. You're calling the shots. I just want to tell you something. Come here." Ronald inched forward, leaning in cautiously, his knuckles white against the rifle. Dean whispered, "it's the bank manager. We've been monitoring the security cameras. We saw his eyes." "The laser eyes" Ronald piped up with energetically. "Yes" was Dean's automatic answer, followed by a hasty, "no. no, they aren't...nevermind. We need to move. We're running out of time and we need to find him before he changes into someone else." Ronald had been nodding avidly but seemed to come to his senses. He backed up a pace. "Like I'm going to listen to you. You're a damn liar!"

There was no objection of this fact from Dean. Instead, he slowly began rising to his feet, hands out, palms up. Ronald jumped backwards nervously, waving his gun. "I'll shoot you! Get back down!" "Take me" Dean suggested calmly, straightening up, as there was a collective intake of breath from the onlooking hostages and a few even hid their eyes in case Ronald made good on his promise to shoot. Dean continued to show no fear, speaking as reassuringly as possible. "Take me as a hostage, ok? But we've got to move fast. The more time we sit around here, the more time it has to change." He looked Ronald directly in the eyes. "I believe you man. You aren't crazy." He nodded grimly.

"There really is something inside this bank."

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Sam waited and watched as Dean got to his feet, negotiating with Ronald. It took a few seconds but finally Ronald nodded gruffly. "Ok. Ok, you come with me." He prodded Dean forward a step with the tip of his gun and then waved it at the others, Sam included. "Everyone else goes in the vault! Come on, move it!" The hostages, Sam bringing up the rear calmly, scrambled into the vault with a lot of gasps and shouts as Ron continued waving around his gun. "Lock it up" he ordered Dean, pointing to the reinforced stainless steel door. "Stay calm everyone, it's going to be fine" Dean announced, shrugging apologetically at Sam as he closed the door. They could all hear the locking mechanism click.

Sam leaned up against one of the walls, thinking hard. The shifter could be any one of these people and could start attacking at any moment. And he'd need to be ready. Or it could be out in the halls of the bank and could attack Ron. Or more importantly, Dean. His thoughts were interrupted by a woman's voice at his elbow. She was staring at the door in wonder. "Who is that man?" Sam took a deep breath, answering proudly.

"He's my brother."

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Nightshifter. // Dean // Dec 11, 2014 15:25:01 GMT -5

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Dean had shed his security alarm uniform instantly, draping it over one shoulder as he and Ron patrolled the hallways. "Check in there." Dean pointed to an office room off to the side, following Ron in. "What are we looking for agaiahhhhh!" Ron's question tailed off into a shout of surprise, and Dean, who'd been scoping out a back closet, came rushing over, eyes darting this way and that to try and locate the source of Ron's cry. It wasn't hard to find. Ron was lying on his back in the middle of a pile of slippery, rubbery 'ick'. Better known as shapeshifter skin. Dean gave a frustrated groan. "Great. Forget the bank manager. It could be anyone now."

Ronald picked a piece of skin and smelled it, causing Dean to make a face. "It's so weird...this robot skin is so lifelike." Dean rolled his eyes, helping Ronald up. "Ok, let's get one thing straight here. It's not a mandroid. It's a shapeshifter." "Shapeshifter" Ronald repeated in awe. "Yeah. It's human...ish. Has human appearances and motives...in this case greed. But it can mold itself to look like anyone it wants." "So...it kills someone and then takes their place?" Ronald was still staring in fascination at the skin. Dean had moved on, searching the desk drawers. "Kills them or doesn't kill them, I don't think it matters" he answered, pulling a letter opener from the top drawer, studying it, and breathing a sigh of relief. Pure silver. Perfect. Taking a second one and sticking both in one pocket, he headed for the door. "Come on Ron."

They were making their way back towards the security office to try and pinpoint their new target when the power suddenly cut out. A few emergency lights flickered on but for the most part it was dark. "Dammit" Dean swore loudly. "No, no, no." "What? What is it?" Ronald glanced around nervously. Dean sighed heavily. "They cut the power. Probably their way of saying hi." "Who?" "The cops." "The cops?!" Ronald looked like he might pass out. Dean couldn't help the exasperation from entering his tone. "Well you weren't exactly a smooth criminal about this Ron. You didn't even secure the guard. He probably called them." "I didn't...I- I didn't" Ron stammered. Dean tuned him out, thinking hard. "Ok, alright, just hang on. Let's just breathe." He waited until Ronald had done that before continuing. "They've probably got us surrounded...and with the power out, we can't use the cameras to find the shifter...it's not looking good Ron" he admitted bluntly. A sudden noise startled them both.

"Did you hear that?"

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Nightshifter. // Dean // Dec 11, 2014 16:02:04 GMT -5

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It had been at least half an hour and the woman beside Sam had not stopped babbling about Dean. "He was just so brave. Has he always been that way? Brave and wonderful? I mean, the way he stared down that gun with no fear whatsoever...and played right into that psycho's crazy head, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. He's just...he's like a real hero or something." Sam was resisting rolling his eyes with great difficulty. "Yeah. Or something."

It was only a few minutes later that the door to the vault re-opened and there was Dean. Sam noticed right off that he was holding a handgun this time around, meaning he'd probably gotten through to Ronald and was now in charge of this little situation they'd gotten themselves thrown into. Dean's number-one-fan, whose name Sam hadn't bothered to find out yet...not that he'd gotten a chance to interrupt her ode to Dean...began jumping up and down in joy. "Oh my god, you've saved us! You've-" "Actually, I just found a few more" Dean corrected, baffling her into silence as he gestured with the gun. "Come on everyone. In you go." A handful more hostages filed in, including the guard. "What are you doing" she asked quietly. Dean ignored this and gestured to Sam instead. "Uh Sam...Ronald and I need to talk to you." Sam nodded and stepped through the open doorway, which Dean then closed behind him with yet another apologetic shrug at those left behind. Sam glanced to Ronald who was a few feet away and then to Dean. "What's up?" "It shed its skin again. It could be in the halls or the vault. No idea." Sam passed a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes and then letting his hand drop to one side. "Great. You know Dean, you are wanted by the police." Dean gave a dry smile. "Yeah." "So even if we do find the damn thing, how do we get out of here" Sam wanted to know heatedly.

"One problem at a time" was Dean's simple reply. Which wasn't all that comforting. He went on. "Look, I'm going to do a sweep of the place. See if there are anymore stragglers. Then once we find everyone we'll play a little game of find the freak. Here, this will help with that." Two pure silver letter openers were held out. Sam took one. Dean tossed his up with one hand, catching it with the other. "Now, you stay here and make sure Ron doesn't hurt anyone. Help him manage the situation." Sam's jaw unhinged. "Help him manage" he cried in outrage. "Are you insane??" An entire team of professional office managers could manage that. Sam's shout had alerted Ron, who was looking over at them in concern. Sam just continued to stare open-mouthed at his brother, who gave Ron a grinning thumbs-up before turning back to Sam, loosing the grin and muttering, "look, I know this isn't going the way we wanted, but"- "Understatement" Sam shouted, worked up. This was going terribly. He couldn't think of any way it could possibly go worse.

Dean tried to calm him down. "If we invite the cops in now, Ronald gets arrested, we get arrested and the shifter gets away. Who does that help? No body." Sam's gaze slid past Dean to where Ronald was standing, in plain view, peering out one of the windows. He gestured in wild, silent exasperation, knowing he didn't' need to point out what was wrong with this picture. Sure enough, Dean whisper-hissed in Ronald's direction in a panic, "Ron! Out of the light!" Ronald bobbed his head up and down in understanding and shuffled away from the window. When Dean turned back to Sam, the younger Winchester's arms were crossed. "Seriously??" "Yeah, ok, so Ron's plan was a bad one. A bit crazy even. But right now, crazy's the only game in town ok?" He clapped Sam on the shoulder on the way past. Sam rolled his eyes in mute frustration before dragging his vision over to Ronald once more. He was rocking back and forth on his heels anxiously. Seeing as how Sam and Ronald were not really what you would call the best of friends, an awkward silence had fallen. Sam tried to break it, though he wasn't sure how friendly he sounded.

"Hi Ronald."
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Their conversation hadn't really gone anywhere from there. After another ten minutes of silently standing there, Sam cracked open the vault's door, concerned the hostages inside might overheat. "I'm going to leave this open for you guys. Get you some air. But no one leaves the vault." He propped the door open, his eyes surveying the multiple ranges of expressions the hostages were bestowing upon him, all the way from frightened to angry. "I don't understand" the woman, whose name was Sherry, though Sam still did not know this, shivered. "Why are you helping him??" Sam smiled miserably. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." From behind him, the phone on the wall rang, and Ronald, with a startled and panicked expression, picked it up. "Hello?" Sam heaved a sigh of exasperation. "Ronald, put"- "I think I need to get out of here" gasped the guard suddenly, clutching at his chest. "Look, I'm very sorry, but you're just going to have to stay put" Sam explained as Ronald said into the phone curiously, "demands? What do you mean demands?" Sam, still guarding the door, snapped over one shoulder, "Ronald! Hang up!" Ronald continued stammering into the phone. "No! No, I'm not a bank robber, I'm more of a crime fighter really!" "I've really got to get out of here" the guard moaned. Sam, stuck in the middle, whipped his head from the guard, saying briskly, "Sir you can't leave" over to Ronald, snapping his name yet again. "Ronald!!" He sighed and tried to get the situation back under control, addressing the hostages as a group once more, "look, I'm-" Behind him, Ronald was still going. "No, I'm acting alone." Having heard enough, Sam strode over, snatched the phone from Ronald's hand and slammed it back down onto its hook. "Ronald...the less the cops know the better."

Back in the vault, one of the other hostages, a well built African-American man was holding onto the guard to keep him standing. "Hey! I think this man is having a heart-attack!" Someone else screamed "get a doctor!" Sam threw his hands up. "Great. Could be our guy. Could be a trick." He moved back towards the vault entrance, blocking it as the man asked incredulously, "you're just going to let him die?" "No one's dying in here" Sam countered firmly at the same time that Ronald cocked his shotgun and said desperately, "no one is leaving." Sam was still mentally trying to work out if this was a trap on the shifter's part or if the guard really was having a heart attack when Dean came walking briskly up. He gestured Sam away from the others and muttered in low tones, "It's him." He pointed to the man who was still holding up the guard and begging Ronald to open the front doors and let the guard out. Sam nodded his understanding, not having to ask how Dean had reached that conclusion, and loudly addressed Ronald as he moved closer. "You know what Ronald, I think he's right. We should really get him some help. Come with me." He took the guard's other arm and gently pulled him away from the shapeshifter who immediately offered to help. "No that's ok man, I've got it. Thanks though" Sam declined politely. He passed Dean in the doorway of the vault.

"He's all yours."

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Nightshifter. // Dean // Dec 13, 2014 13:46:23 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 13, 2014 13:46:23 GMT -5

Dean waited until Sam and the guard had passed him and then stepped up to the opening of the vault. "Hey man, can I talk to you for a minute?" He gestured with his gun at the shapeshifter. "Outside." The shifter nodded and approached casually. "Hey, I mean, you've got the gun. Whatever." About a step away from Dean, he lost the pretense of being a normal person, most likely aware by now that the boys weren't falling for it anymore, and attacked, knocking the gun from Dean's hand, punching him in the face, and running. "Son of a bitch." Dean sprung to his feet, rubbed his jaw and took off after him. "Wait, stop, come back!" Ronald sprinted after both Dean and the shifter, waving his rifle.

Dean heard Sam's shout of, "Get down! NOW!", followed by a single gun shot. Ducking, Dean hid behind one of the marble counters and watched in saddened horror as Ron fell to the ground. A sniper's bullet had found him in the back when he'd run back out into the light in chase of the shifter. For a few seconds there was complete silence, and then Dean, still staying low, made his way over to where Sam and the guard were. "You take the guard outside" Sam instructed, handing over the key on a chain he'd gotten from Ronald earlier. "I'm going after the shifter." And he took off.

Dean took a second to reorganize his thoughts and then took the guard by the arm and led him to the doors. He kept repeating "thank you" over and over again, gratefully. "No problem" Dean had replied the first time and then let him apologize to thin air the next dozen times as he unlocked the door, keeping him in front of himself so that the police outside couldn't get a clear angle. "Don't shoot! Stay back" Dean hollered, giving the guard a small push forward before backing up rapidly, re-securing the doors. But not before he'd seen the two dozen police cars and news vans stationed outside.

"We are so screwed."

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Nightshifter. // Dean // Dec 13, 2014 14:16:51 GMT -5

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Kneeling beside a new pile of skin, Sam pulled out his phone and called Dean, who answered after only one ring. "Yeah?" "It slipped its skin again." Sam poked at the blobbish pile with his letter opening. "What??" "Yeah. Bastard shifts fast. Much faster than the one in Saint Louis" Sam pointed out. Dean's tone was exhausted. "Great. So it could be anyone. Again." Sam straightened up. "And I'm pretty sure that since we left the vault door unlocked, most of the employees are probably roaming the halls again." Dean groaned. "Perfect. Ok, well you keep combing the place. See if you can't figure out who the freak is disguised as now. I'm going to go round everyone back up." Sam agreed to the plan of attack, hung up, and kept moving. He moved stealthily through the hallways, his silver letter opening clutched tightly in one hand as he moved, ready to strike if necessary.

After another few minutes of walking around, the partially open door of a nearby closet caught his attention, a few drops of blood collecting in a puddle beneath it. Which was never a good sign. Tensing up, he kept the letter opener at eye level with one hand, using the other to reach out and yank the door the rest of the way open.

A body fell out.

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Nightshifter. // Dean // Dec 13, 2014 15:03:35 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 13, 2014 15:03:35 GMT -5

It took him perhaps fifteen minutes to gather all the hostages back together and herd them into the vault once more. Sherry was the last in, her arms crossed. "And I thought you were one of the good guys" she muttered dejectedly, eyes on the gun. Dean kept it by his side loosely. "What's your name?" Sherry sighed and looked off to one side. "Why do you care?" Without answering, Dean offered his own name. "I'm Dean." "Sherry" she finally said, looking back at him. "Hi Sherry." He conjured up his best attempts at a comforting smile. "It's going to be ok, I promise. This will all be over soon." He backed up, closing the vault door and locking it securely. The phone on the wall was ringing again. With a heavy sigh, Dean placed his handgun on the counter and picked up the phone, placing it to one ear. "Yeah?" "This is Special Agent Victor Hendrickson" a crisp voice announced on the other end of the line. Dean massaged his temples. "Yeah, listen, about that...I'm not really in the negotiating mood so"- Hendrickson spoke over him. "Good. Me neither. Now, it's my job to bring you in. Alive's a bonus, but not necessary." Dean blinked. "Wow. Kinda harsh for a federal agent, don't you think?" "Maybe for a typical suspect, but you're not a typical suspect, are you...Dean?" Rattled, Dean was unable to come up with anything to say but that didn't bother Hendrickson who kept going. "I want you and Sam out here, unarmed. Or we come in." There was a brief pause and then he threw out, "and yes, I know about Sam. The Bonnie to your Clyde and all that." Dean was finally able to find his voice. "Well that much is true, but how did you even know we were here?"

"Go screw yourself, that's how I knew" Hendrickson snapped. "It's become my job to know everything about you Dean. I know about the murder you committed in Saint-Louis. I know about the Houdini act you pulled in Baltimore. I know about the desecrations and the thefts and the credit card frauds. I know about your Dad." "Hey, you don't know crap about my dad" Dean interrupted darkly. "Ex-marine, raised his kids on the road, cheap motels, backwood cabins. Real paramilitary survivalist type. I just can't get a handle on what type of whacko he was. White supremacist, Timmy McVeigh, to-may-to, to-mah-to" Hendrickson listed, causing Dean's spine to bristle. "You got no right talking about my Dad like that. The man was a hero" he insisted. "Yeah. Sure. Sounds like one" Hendrickson countered tonelessly. "You have one hour to make a decision Dean. Or we come through those front doors full automatic." There was a sharp click in Dean's ear followed by a static-y hum that indicated Hendrickson had hung up. Dean pounded his forehead with the phone in frustration before hanging up. They were in serious trouble. Way over their heads serious trouble.

Sam came jogging up. Dean faced him grimly. "We have a bit of a problem out there." Sam waved this off. "We have a bit of a problem in here." He gestured at the vault. Dean was disheartened to learn that Sherry was actually the shifter, so he'd basically been comforting the monster when it was too late to comfort the actual Sherry. So he unlocked the vault and pulled the door wide open. "Sherry...we're letting you go" he announced. "Sign of good faith for the cops." The shifter eyed both he and Sam warily, the later of whom was holding his silver letter opener so that it glinted in the light. "Um no thanks, I think I'd prefer to stay with the others." She took a step backwards. Dean took a step forward.

"I'm going to have to insist."

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Nightshifter. // Dean // Dec 13, 2014 19:27:56 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Dec 13, 2014 19:27:56 GMT -5

As soon as the Sherry-shifter was out of the vault, Dean grabbed her by the upper arm and propelled her down the hallway. Sam led their little group as he had been the one to find Sherry's body and knew where it was located. "What's going on" Sherry whimpered as they rounded the corner and Dean pushed her forward. "I thought you were letting me go!" Sam stopped. "This is the last time you become anyone. Ever" he announced grimly. Dean twisted the shifter's head to one side, forcing it to see Sherry's lifeless corpse, letting it know the jig was up. That they knew what it was. But instead of lashing out or attacking or trying to get free in anyway, it simply started screaming hysterically. The boys exchanged a look. Dean eyed the shifter. "Is that community theater or are you naturally just that good?" Sam was just as confused as his brother. This was not how it normally played out.

And then things got even more strange. The...well, the what-they-had-up-until-now-assumed-to-be-the-shifter gave her loudest scream yet and then fainted. Collapsed right there onto the ground at their feet, slipping out of Dean's surprised grip. Sam stared. Something about this was just not right. The younger Winchester watched as his brother knelt beside the assumed shifter's body, his silver letter opener poised to strike. Sam flung out a hand to stop him. "Wait!" He looked from one unmoving Sherry body to the other. "What's the advantage of this plan Dean" he wanted to know reasonably. "Fainting now wouldn't help it survive." It should be fighting. Running. Anything but fainting.

"Huh." Dean's gaze darted between the two Sherrys as well. He got to his feet, moved over to the one they had originally assumed to be Sherry killed by the shifter, and knelt down again, studying her. Sam kept his eyes on the Sherry they'd brought with them. He honestly couldn't tell which was which or what was going on here. Startled by a sudden noise coming from downstairs that sounded very much like glass breaking, both boys were distracted, shifting their focus away from the two bodies. And in that time period, the one Dean had been kneeling next to opened her eyes, reached up in a flash with one hand and grabbed Dean around the neck, choking him. At precisely that same moment, the real Sherry opened her eyes and began screaming again. "Oh my god!!!" "Get her out of here" Dean gasped while struggling with the shifter. Sam did not really wish to leave his brother but it didn't seem he had much of a choice. So he took the petrified Sherry by one arm and guided her out of there. And once back in the hallway, Sam gave her a gentle prod forward. "Go on, get out of here" he encouraged her, knowing she wouldn't have to be on her own very long before a cop found her. The breaking glass had alerted both Winchesters to the fact that Hendrickson hadn't waited his allotted hour before sending in the swat team.

Which complicated an already massively complicated situation.

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Nightshifter. // Dean // Dec 13, 2014 19:39:05 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 13, 2014 19:39:05 GMT -5

Dean and the shifter struggled for another few minutes, each getting in a few good blows, including one where Dean pulled off much of the skin of her right arm, before Dean was able to spear her in the torso with his silver letter opener. Her eyes went very wide and Dean, panting, slowly lowered her deadweight corpse into a seated position with her back up against the wall. She looked pretty grotesque what with the letter opener impaling her, blood, blooming out covering her white shirt in a perfect circle around the impact point, and her right arm bloody and mangled, missing skin. Dean straightened up, dusted off his hands, and turned around to find himself face to face with a member of the swat team. However, before Dean could so much as think the word 'crap', they were lifting the helmet with one hand and tossing a second swat team uniform over with the other. It was Sam.

Disguised as swat team members, the boys were easily able to slip right out of the building and walk briskly towards the parking lot where the Impala was waiting. They climbed inside, tossed their helmets into the back seats, and lifted the black masks to rest on top of their heads. They swapped a look. Dean started up the car, saying aloud what they were both thinking.

"We are so screwed."

[THE END.]

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