Episode: Season 2 Episode 12

Part: 2

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

(L/n) = Last Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

(N/n) = Nickname

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom

Enjoy~

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~Motel Room~

The boys were back in their motel room, in their normal clothes.

"Man, that has got to be the kicker, straight up. I mean, you tell that poor son of a bitch that, what did you say, remand the tapes that he copied? Classified evidence of an ongoing investigation." The oldest Winchester laughed. "That's messed up."

"What are yo, pissed at me or something?" Sam sat down next to (M/n), who was watching the tape closely.

"Nah, I just think it's a little creepy how good of a Fed you are. I mean, come on, we could have atleast thrown the guy a bone. He did some pretty good legwork here."

"Mandroid?"

"Except for the Mandroid part. I liked him. He's not that different from you or me. People think we're crazy."

"Yeah, except he's not a hunter, Dean. He's just a guy who stumbled onto something real. If he were to go up against this thing, he'd be torn apart. Better to stay in the dark, and stay alive."

"Yeah, I guess." Dean placed tracing paper over the map and started marking it with a red pen as Sam paused the tape on the flaring eyes.

"Shapeshifter. Just like back in St.Louis. Same retinal reaction to video."

"Eyes flare at the camera. I hate those friggin' things."

"You think I don't?"

"Yeah, well, one didn't turn into you and frame you for murder." Dean was tracing a pattern on paper of the sewer system.

"I know I wasn't there at the time, but he kinda has a point." (M/n) said, looking up at Sam.

~Timeskip to the bank~

A security guard lead Sam and Dean, now in a uniform as Securiserve Guard technicians, down the main hall.

"Well, we haven't had any flags go up on our system yet." The guard said.

"No, this is a glitch in the overall grid. We just want to make sure the branch monitors are kosher."

"Well, better to be safe that sorry, I guess."

"That's the plan."

~Guardroom~

The guard opens the door to an observation room with several TV screens with security footage.

"All righty. You guys need anything else?"

"Oh, no, no, we'll be, uh, we'll be in and out before you know it, just a routine check." Sam smiled.

"Okie-dokie." The guard turned and left.

"I like him. He says 'Okie-dokie." ((I say it all the time))

"What if he's the shifter?"

"Well, then we follow him home, put a silver bullet through his chest plate." They sit down to watch the screens.

"(M/n) in place yet?" Sam asked. Dean showed him the camera of the demon walking in.

"Yep."

"Good."

~Later~

Dean was zooming one of the camera's on the demons ass.

"Dean, we're supposed to be looking for eyes, not (M/n)'s....behind."

"Wait a minute." Dean said, on another screen, a middle-aged man turns towards the camera, his eyes flare.

"Hello, freak."

"Got him. And I'll (M/n)." Sam headed to the door, but the oldest lingered behind, looking at another screen.

"Sam!"

"What?"

They watch as Ronald scurries up to the outer door with a chain and padlock, chaining the door shut.

"Crap."

~With (M/n)~

Ronald ran inside and down the stairs. He had a assault rifle, and fires it once as he gets to the bottom of the stairs.

"This is not a robbery! Everybody on the floor now!" He yelled. (M/n) looked behind him.

"Shit, not this."

He fired again into the air, and people begin screaming and ducking for cover.

"Get down, dammit! Come on! On the floor, on the floor! In the middle! ON the floor in the middle! In the middle, on the floor, come on! Hurry up, come on!"

In the hallway, the two brothers walk down a hallway towards the main hall, a few panicked people brush past them, running the other way.

"And you said we shouldn't bring guns."

"I didn't know this was gonna happen, Dean."

"Just let me do the talking. I don't think he likes you very much."

"If (M/n) doesn't talk to him first."

~Main Hall~

"Now, there's only one way in or out of here, and I chained it up. So nobody's leaving, do you understand?"

"Hey, hey, hey. Lets calm down. Just calm down." (M/n) said gently, standing up.

"What the- You! Get on the floor, now."

"Okay, okay, I'll do that. Just don't shoot anybody."

"I knew it. As soon as you left. You aren't the FBI. Who are you? Who are you working for, huh? The men in black? You working for the Mandroid?"

"We're not working for the Mandroid!" Sam said, frustrated.

"You, shut up! I ain't talking to you. I don't like you." Dean gave him the "I told you so" look.

"Get on 'em. Frisk them down, make sure they got no weapons on them. Go!" The man said to one of the hostages.

A middle-aged black man goes over to Sam and Dean and frisks them, he found a knife in Dean's boot. Then went over to (M/n) and pulled a hand gun from the back of his pants and a small knife from his front pocket.

"Now what have we got here?"

Dean smiled at (M/n). "That's my boy."

Ronald took the knives and dropped them in the deposit box and kept the hand gun.

"No, no, no, no!" Dean winced. "We know you don't want to hurt anybody. That's exactly what'd gonna happen if you keep waving that cannon around, and why don't you let these people go?"

"No! I already told you. If nobody's gonna stop this thing, then I've got to do it myself."

"Hey, we believe you! That's why we're here."

"You don't believe me. Nobody believes me! How could they?"

"Come here."

"What? No."

"You're holding the gun, boss, you're calling the shots. I just want to tell you something. Come here." Ron approached Dean cautiously and leaned in.

"Its the bank manager." He said quietly.

"What?"

"Why do you think we've got these getups, huh? We've been monitoring the cameras in the back. We saw the bank manager. We saw his eyes."

"His laser eyes?"

"Yes. No, No! No, look, we're running out of time, okay? We've got to find him before he changes into someone else."

"Like I'm gonna listen to you. You're a damn lair."

Dean stand cautiously, hands out.

"I'll shoot you! Get down!"

"You shoot him and that thing won't be the other thing after you." The demon growled.

"Take me. Okay? Take me with you, take me as a hostage. But we've gotta act fast. Because the longer we just sit here the more time he has to change. Look at me, man. I believe you. You're not crazy. There really is something inside this bank."

"All right. You come with me. But everyone else gets in the vault!"

"Let me go with you." (M/n) said.

"(M/n), no. We'll be fine. I promise." Dean said.

~Outside~

A policeman paces outside, then goes around the corner where several others were waiting.

~Vault room~

Ron ushers the hostages, including Sam and (M/n), into the vault.

"Come on, move, move! Move, move!" He turned to Dean. "And you lock it up."

Dean moved to the door, but stopped as a hand reached out to him.

"If you need any help, text me and I'll come right out. Okay?" The demon said. Dean smiled at how worried he looked. He pecked him on the lips.

"I will." He closed the door.

~In the vault~

A young redhead stared after him. "Who is that man?"

"He's my brother."

"He is so brave."

Sam rolled his eyes and the demon growled at the girl, making her walk to the other end.