Episode: Season 2 Episode 12

Part: 3

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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~An office~

Ron preceds Dean into a series of offices, Dean had removed his uniform jacket to reveal a flannel shirt.

"Check behind the desk." He said. As he checked the back room, Ron falls, yelling. Dean comes back out, eyes darting. Ron is lying on the floor next to a slimy pile of skin. He screams and stands, pointing his gun at it.

"Whaat the hell is that?"

Dean turned a light on the ppile. "Oh, grat. When it changes form, it sheds its old skin.. So, now it could be anybody."

The other man picked up a piece of skin and smelled it. "It's so, so weird. It's robot skin is so lifelike."

"Okay, lets get something striaight. It's, itt's not a Mandrois. It's a shapeshifter."

"Shapeshifter?"

"Yeah. I mean, it's human, more or less. Has human drives- and in this case it's money. But it generates its own skin, it can shape it to match someone else's feature, you know, taller, shorter, male."

"So, it, it, it kills someone and then takes their place."

"Kills them, doesn't kill them, i dont think it really matters."

"What are you doing?" Dean picked up a letter opener from the desk and examines it. He sighs in relief.

"Nice. You remember the old werewolf stories? Pretty much came from these guys. Silvver's the only yhing I've seen that hurts them. Come on." He strode out the door. Ron grimaces a tthe skin, then follows Deam, grinning.

~In the vault~

The lights went out in the vault, a few hostages were fanning themselves. (M/n) was sitting on the ground, leaning on the wall. Sherry was still babbling at Sam.

"Has your brother always been so, um, wonderful? I mean, staring down that gun. And you know the way- he played right into the psycho's crazy head, telling him what he wanted to hear, I mean," Sam stared at her. "He's like a real hero, or, or something."

"Yeah. Yeah." The door opens to reveal Dean, now holding the handgun (M/n) brought in.

"Oh my god, you saved us! You saved us!"

"Actually, I just found a few more. Come on, everybody, let's go. Let's go." Sherry stares in confusion as several more people, including the guard, are herded inside.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Sam, (M/n), uh, Ron and I need to talk to you guys." The two left the vault and Dean shut the door behind him.

"It's shed its' skin again. We don't know when, it could be in the halls, it could be in the vault."

"Great. You know, Dean, you are wanted my the police."

"Yeah."

"So even if we find this damn thing. how the hell are we gonna get out of here?" Sam asked.

"Well, one problem at a time. All right, I'm gonna do a sweep of the whole place, see if we can find any stragglers. Once we get everyone together we've got to play a little game of find-the-freak, so...here." He handed his brother the letter opener. "Found another one of these for you. Now stay here, make sure Ronald doesn't hurt anybody, okay? Help him manage the situation."

"Help him manage? Are you insane?" The young Winchester yelled.

"Look, I know this isn't going the way we wanted,"

"Understatement!" Sam shouted.

"But if we invite cops in right now, Ronald gets arrested, we get arrested, the shifter gets away, probably never find it again, okay?"

Ron is peering out the window, in plain view, and Sam gestures at him in exasperation.

"Ron! Out of the light!"

"Seriously?!"

"Yeah, Ron's game plan was a bad plan, I mean, it was a bit of a crazy plan, but right now crazy's the only game in town, okay?" Dean slaps Sam on the shoulder and turned to leave. "Come on, (M/n)."

~Later, in the vault~

The hostages were fanning themselves again, and Sherry looks angry. The guard begins clutching his chest and breathing hard.

"I'm going to leave this open. Give you guys some fresh air, all right? But no one leaves this vault." The phone rings, and Ronald spins around, panicked.

"I don't understand. Why are you helping him?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Hello?" Ron said, picking up the phone.

"I think I gotta get out of here!" The guard said.

"Look, I'm very sorry, but you're just going to have to stay in, all right?

~With (M/n) and Dean~

The two were walking down the hallway. (M/n) stopped and looked up, seeing a ceiling panel askew. "Dean." He said.

Dean picked up a coat rack and begins poking it. He dislodges it and a naked body falls to the floor. He turned it over, and it was the man from in the vault. His throat slit. "Shit!" (M/n) disappeared.

~Vault Room~

The man is still holding up the guard, who is panicked and breathing painfully.

"Come on, man, you've gotta unlock the front door. We've got to get him out of here."

"Both of you stay where you are." Ron said, cocking his gun. Dean returned and whispers to Sam. The shapeshifter watched them warily.

"You know what, Ronald? He's right, we've got to get this man outside. Come on. I've got you." He takes the guard from the man.

"Yeah, yeah, let me help you."

"Oh, I got him, it's cool. Thanks." Sam got the guard out of the way, Dean glares at the shapeshifter and approached the vault.

"Thank you. Thank you."

"Hey, can I talk to you for a second?" Dena asked the man.

"You got the gun, man. I mean, whatever." As he got close, he attacked Dean, knocking him to the ground and running into the dark of the hallways. Dean got up and chases after him.

"Stop! Come back here!" Ron yelled. He chased after them both, which outs him in the open again. Sam sees a laser sight on his back, he shouted. It seemed like it was in slow motion, the sniper fired, hitting Ron squarely in the chest. As he falls, Dean ducks behind a low wall. (M/n) showed up a few feet front Ronald, all watching in horror as the man fell to the ground, dead.

The hostages run out of the vault as Dean crawled behind another low wall nearer where Ronald fell. Sam ducks down beside him, (M/n) was next to Dean, Sam pulled out the ley and hands it to Dean.

"Here. Take care of the guard. I'm going after the shifter. He ran off and Dean crawled over towards Ron.

"Sorry, Ron. You did a real good job tracking this thing, you really did." He took the rifle. But was stopped by (M/n).

"Let me take the guard. If the police shoot me, I wont die."

"But you'll be in this mess with us." Dean said.

"I don't care." The demon picked up the rifle and key and went to the guard.

~Outside the bank~

"Okay, go, go!" The guard stumbled out as (M/n) drew back inside, shutting the door and latching it. "We are so screwed." He told Dean.

Deans phone soon went off and he picked it up. "Yeah?"

"Slipped his skin."

"What?"

"Yeah, bastard shifts fast. A lot faster then the one in St. Louis."

"God, its like playing the shell game. It could be anybody. Again."

"Yeah, I think most of the employees are out of the vault by now."

"All right, you search every inch of this place, me and (M/n) will round everybody up."

~Hallway~

In separate areas, (M/n) and Sam were looking around.

~Vault Room~

Dean herds the hostages back into the vault.

"I thought you were one of the good guys."

"What's you name?"

"Why would you care?"

"My name's Dean."

"I'm Sherry."

"Hi, Sherry. Everything's gonna be all right. This will all be over soon, okay?"

He shut the vault door and spins the lock as the landline rings. He sets down his handgun and answers it.

"Yeah?"

"This is Special Agent Victor Henriksen."

"Yeah, listen, I'm not really in the negotiating mood right now, so-"

"Good, me neither. It's my job to bring you in. Alice's a bonus but not necessary."

"Whoa. Kinda harsh for a Federal Agent, don't you think?"

"Well, you're not the typical suspect, are you, Dean?" He looked horrified. "I want you and Sam out here, unarmed. Or we come in. And yes, I know about Sam too. Bonnie to your Clyde."

"Yeah, well, that part's true, but how'd you even know we were here?"

~In a Hallway~

Sam sees blood on the floor in front of a closet, he opens it quickly, and the half-dressed body of Sherry falls out. Her throat slit, "Dammit."

~Vault Room~

Sam returns to the vault room, where Dean was waiting, the vault shut.

"Hey. We've got a bit on a problem outside."

"We got a problem in here." Sam said.

They open the vault, the hostages flinch and look around.

"Sherry? We're gonna let you go."

"What? Why me?"

"Uh, as a show of good faith to the feds, come on."

"Uh....I think I'd. I'd rather stay here, with the others."

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist." Dean approached her."

~Hallway~

Sam and Dean push Sherry back to the hallway.

"I though you were letting me go." Dean shoved her forward, holding her head and forcing her to look at the body. She begins screaming hysterically.

"Is that community theater, or are you just naturally that good?"

"This is the last time you become anybody. Ever."

"No! Oh god! Ohhhh.." Deana nd Sam stare at her, baffled, as she fainted. They looked between the two bodies. Dean went down the stab the body on the floor, but Sam stops him.

"Dean, wait, wait, wait. What's the advantage of this plan? I mean, fainting now wouldn't help it survive."

Dean looked at the other body. "Huh." He kneeled over the other body, then looks up, distracted by a noise. The body opens its eyes. It lashes out and grabs Dean by the throat. As he struggled, stabbing at it, Sherry wakes up. Screams again, Sam goes over to her and gathered her in his arms. Dean looked over. "Get her out outta here! Now!" And continued to struggle.

The shifter kneed Dean in the chin and bolts. " Elsewhere, the S.W.AT. team creeps through broken glass and into the bank. Dean ducked around the corner to avoid one.

In another hall, they found Sherry.

~In a boiler room~

(M/n) was looking around. As he turned, he got slammed in the face by the shifter's hand. He went down. Soon he recovered, settling into a fighting stance. He swipes at it with a silver blade, and it avoids the attack, retaliating. They tussle, he gets in two good head butts. He slashes at her again, she grabs his wrist and wrenches it up, and he grasps her forearm, her skin slips off.

"Gross." He winched.

She kicked him hard between the legs, then several times in the face. He grabs her leg and wrenches it back, shoving her against the wall. They struggle like that for a moment before the demon rams the silver blade into her chest. She groans and (M/n) lets her slide to the floor. He hears a sound and flinches, then turns and kneels in front of her.

A uniformed man enters the room with a flashlight and stops. (M/n) panted.

~Hallway~

Preceded by several officers, Henriksen enters the building, gun out. He strides down the main hallway. Officers are going in front of him, looking in the rooms, and calling: Clear! as they go through the rooms. They find the body of the first man. "Male, African American. Goner."

~Boiler Room~

Another officer is kneeling in front of the Shapeshifter's body.

"I'm telling you, man. I just walked her out of the bank. She must have a twin sister or something."

~Hallway~

And officer went up to Henriksen. "Sir? My team said it's secure. They're gone."

"You tell your team to tear it apart! The ducts, the ceilings, the furnace, everything."

"I don't think that's necessary."

"Why not?" He asked. The officer takes Henriksen to a broom closet, where three men are stripped to their underwear and handcuffed bon the floor.

The man laughed in frustration. "So there's a third one...Interesting."

Three men in S.W.A.T. armor with weapons left the bank and were running up the stairs on the outside of the building. They turn into the deck of a parking garage walking to a car, the Impala. They get into the car, they pull off the masks and pant.

"We are so screwed." Dean said.

Sam and (M/n) nod and Dean started the car and left the parking garage.