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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Nightshifter

Masterlist

*3rd Person POV*

An attractive young man, Frank who was also dressed in a dark suit, comes out of the back with some papers in heris hand. (Y/n) turns to face him as he speaks. "So what's it like, being an FBI woman?" Frank asked (y/n). "Well, it's dangerous. And the secrets we've gotta keep, oh God, the secrets. But mostly it's...it's lonely." (Y/n) replied, in a dramatic voice. "I so know what you mean." Frank said and she nods, sagely. "Yeah." She said.

Elsewhere in the store, Sam and Dean, also dressed in suits, are interrogating the manager, a middle aged man. Dean looked over his shoulder to see (y/n) flirting with Frank and he clenches his jaw. "Helena was our head buyer. She...she was family, you know? She said it herself, every year at the Christmas party. She said we were the only family she had." The manager said as Dean turns back to the man.

"So there were never any signs that she'd do something like this?" Sam asked him. "No. Still can't believe it, even now. That night, Helena came back to the store after closing. Cleaned out all the display cases, and the safe. Edgar — our night watchman — he caught her in the act. He didn't know what to do, he'd known her for years. He called me at home." The Manager said. "And that's when she took his gun?" Dean asked him "She shot him in the face. I heard him die. Over the phone." The manager said.

"Any idea what her motive could have been?" Sam asked him. "What motive? It makes no sense. Why steal all those diamonds, all that jewelry, and then what? Just dump it somewhere, just hide it, and then go home and..." the manager explains as Dean looks down then back over to (y/n) and Frank.

"She killed herself?" (Y/n) asked him. "Well, the cops said. She dropped the hair dryer in the bath and fried herself. They should know, right?" Frank said, questioning, and she nods. "Yeah. Well, thanks, Frank, I think that's all I need." (Y/n) said. "Really? Because I've got more. You know..." Frank said then he looks around, slyly. "If you wanted to interview me sometime. In private?" He asked her.

(Y/n) let's her eyes roam over Frank for a moment then goes to eyes the boys, guiltily, across the room and she could see Dean glaring at her before he turns back to the Manager. "Yeah. Yeah, I think that's a good idea. You're a true patriot, you really are. Why don't you write your number down there for me, that'd be good." She said as she turns back to Frank and places a piece of paper in front of him.

"So you never saw the security camera footage yourself, then?" Sam asked. "No. The police, they took all the tapes, first thing." The manager said as (y/n) approaches them. "Yeah, of course they did." Dean mutters as (y/n) waves Frank's number at the boys.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Leaving the jewelry store, the boys and I drive down a dark street and pull up in front of a small house. "Five -- this is it." Sam said. "Friggin' cops." Dean growls. "They're just doing their job, Dean." I said to him. "No, they're doing our job, only they don't know it, so they suck at it." Dean growls as we get out of the car then he turns to Sam.

"Talk to me about this bank." Dean said to Sam as we approach the house. "Uh, Milwaukee National Trust. It was hit about a month ago." Sam replied. "Same M.O. as the jewelry store?" I asked him. "Yep, inside job, longtime employee, the never-in-a-million-years type. Dude robs the bank, then goes home and supposedly commits suicide." Sam replied.

"The guy Resnick, he was the security guard on duty?" Dean asked. "Yeah. He was actually beaten unconscious by the teller who heisted the place." Sam said and I shake my head. "God." Dean and I muttered. "Yeah." Sam said as he knocks on the screen door.

"Mr. Resnick? Ronald Resnick?" Sam calls out then a bright floodlight turns on, and we shield our eyes. "Son of a --" Dean exclaims as a youngish man comes to the door, warily. "FBI, Mr. Resnick." I said as he looks at us. "Let me see the badge." He said and the boys and I pull out our badges and slap them against the screen door in unison. Ronald squints at them carefully.

"I already gave my statement to the police." He said to us. "Yeah, listen Ronald, um...just some things about your statement we wanted to get some clarification on." Dean said to him. "You read it?" Ronald asked. "Sure did." I said.

"You come to listen to what I've got to say?" He asked us. "Well, that's why we're here." Dean said. "Well. Come on in." He said and he opens the door and leads us through a narrow hallway to a cluttered room; the walls were covered with alien photos and conspiracy theory paraphernalia.

"None of the cops ever called me back. Not after I told them what was really going on. Uh, they all thought I was crazy. First off, Juan Morales never robbed the Milwaukee National Trust, okay? That, I guarantee. See, we and Juan were friends. He used to come back to the bank on my night shifts, and we'd play cards." Ronald explains. "So you let him into the bank that night, after hours." Sam said, questioning.

"The thing I let into the bank...wasn't Juan. I mean, it had his face, but it wasn't his face. Uh, every detail was perfect, but too perfect, you know, like if a dollmaker made it, like I was talking to a big Juan-doll." Ronald said and I raise an eyebrow. "A Juan-doll?" I said, doubtful.

"Look. This wasn't the only time this happened. Okay?" Ronald said then he hands us a file folder. "There was this jewelry store, too. And the cops, a--and you guys, you just won't see it!" He said as Sam looks in the folder; it looked like a Hunter's profile of the jewelry case.

"Both crimes were pulled by the same thing." Ronald said. "What's that, Mr. Resnick?" I asked and Ronald picks up a copy of a magazine called Fortean Times and holds it to his chest. The headline at the bottom reads BIRTH OF THE CYBERMEN.

"Chinese've been working on 'em for years. And the Russians before that. Part men, part machine. Like the Terminator. But the kind that can change itself, make itself look like other people." He said and Dean smirks. "Like the one from T2." He said and Ronald nods, frantically. "Exactly! See, so not just a robot, more of a, a, a, a...Mandroid." he said. "A Mandroid?" I said, confused.

"And what makes you so sure about this, Ronald?" Dean asked him and Ronald holds up a finger, smiling a little wildly. Moments later, he inserts a VHS tape into a player while he explains. "See, I made copies of all the security tapes. I knew once the cops got them they'd be buried." He said and Dean and I nod.

"Here." He said as he fast-forwards. "Now watch. Watch. Watch him, watch, watch! See, look! Th-, th-, there it is!" Ronald said as he pauses the tape. "You see? He's got the laser eyes." He said and we stare at the video and see Juan, facing the camera, with a light-flare in his eyes. The boys and I share a knowing look.

"Cops said it was some kind of reflected light. Some kind of camera flare. Okay? Ain't no damn camera flare. They say I'm a post-trauma case. So what? Bank goes and fires me, it don't matter!" Ronald rants as Sam eyes him cautiously. "The Mandroid is, is still out there. The law won't hunt this thing down -- I'll do it myself. You see, this thing, it, it, it kills the real person, makes it look like a suicide, then it sorta, like, morphs into that person. Cases the job for a while until it knows the take is fat, and then it finds its opening. Now, these robberies, they're, they're grouped together." Ronald said and gestures at a map on the wall.

"So I figure the Mandroid is holed up somewhere in the middle, underground, maybe. I dunno, maybe that's where it recharges its, uh, Mandroid batteries." Ronald said as Dean nods, apparently impressed. I shrug while Sam stares intently then we stand.

"Okay. I want you to listen very carefully. Because I'm about to tell you the God's honest truth about all of this." Sam said as Dean and I smile, waiting to see what Sam says. "There's no such thing as Mandroids. There's nothing evil or inhuman going on out there. Just people. Nothing else, you understand?" Sam said and Dean and I keep a straight face but both of us glance at each other.

"The laser eyes." Ronald said, desperately. "Just a camera flare, Mr. Resnick. See, I know you don't want to believe this. But your friend Juan robbed the bank and that's it." Sam said to him. "Get out of my house! Now!" Ronald yells at us. "Sure. First things first." Sam said and Dean and I frown at Sam in further confusion.

"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?" Dean asked as we enter our motel room then Dean laughs. "That's messed up." He said as Sam sits down to watch the tape.

"What are you, pissed at me or something?" Sam asked Dean. "Nah, I just think it's a little creepy how good of a Fed you are. I mean, come on, we could have at least thrown the guy a bone. He did some pretty good legwork here." Dean said and I give him a look

"Mandroid?" I reminded him. "Except for the Mandroid part. I liked him. He's not that different from us. People think we're crazy." Dean said. "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 get torn apart. Better to stay in the dark, and stay alive." Sam said. "Yeah, I guess." Dean said and he places tracing paper over the map and starts marking it with a red pen as Sam pauses the tape on the flaring eyes.

"Shapeshifter. Just like back in St. Louis. Same retinal reaction to video." I said to them. "Eyes flare at the camera. I hate those friggin' things." Dean grumbles. "You think we don't?" Sam asked him. "Yeah, well, one didn't turn into you and frame you for murder." Dean said as he traces a pattern on paper of the sewer system.

"Well, look. If this shifter's anything like the one we killed in Missouri..." I said, thinking. "Then Ronald was right. All right, they like to layer up underground, preferably the sewer. And all the robberies have been connected so far, right?" Dean said. "Yeah." Sam and I said, in unison. "With the, uh, sewer main layout. There's one more bank lined up on that same sewer main." Dean said.

Later that evening, a security guard leads me and the boys, now uniformed as Securiserve Guard Service 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." Dean said to him. "Well, better to be safe than sorry, I guess." The guard said.

"That's the plan." I said as we go to the observation room, which had several TV screens showing security footage. "All righty. You guys need anything else?" The guard asked us. "Oh, no, no, we'll be, uh, we'll be in and out before you know it, just a routine check." Sam said to him. "Okie-dokie." The guard said and he leaves.

"I like him. He says Okie-dokie." Dean said and I snort at this. "Didn't know you were so easily amused." I said and he shrugs. "What if he's the shifter?" Sam asked Dean. "Well, then we follow him home, put a silver bullet through his chestplate." Dean replied and we sit down to watch the screens. "Okay. Well, you guys got any popcorn?" Dean asks us and I smirk and shake my head.

What felt like hours later, we were still reviewing the screens and see the old guard that lead us here was on one. Luckily, his eyes are normal. "Well, it looks like mister okie-dokie is...okie-dokie." Dean said and Sam sighs. "Maybe we jumped the gun on this, guys. I mean, we don't even know it's here." Sam said as I watch the cameras.

"Maybe we should just go back to the sewers and...and..." Sam said as I noticed something in one of the cameras. "Wait a minute." I said as I point out a middle-aged man turning towards the camera; his eyes flare.

"Hello, freak." I greet and Sam smiles. "Got him." Sam said and he gets up but then I looked back at the camera and my smile falters. "Sam!" I said. "What?" Sam asked and I point at another camera.

We see Ronald scurriying up to the outer door with a chain and a padlock, chaining the door shut. "Hello Ronald." Dean said and we start to walk out of the room then we hear some gunshots. "Oh crap." I muttered as we walk down a hallway towards the main hall; a few panicked people brush past us, running the other way.

"And you said we shouldn't bring guns." Dean grumbles at Sam. "I didn't know this was gonna happen, Dean." Sam said, annoyed. "Just let me and (y/n) do the talking. I don't think he likes you very much, Agent Johnson." Dean said and we walk, cautiously, to the lobby as Ronald holds up a key.

"Now, there's only one way in or out of here, and I chained it up. So nobody's leaving, do you understand?" He yells as we walk up. "Hey, buddy. Calm down. Just calm down." Dean said and Ronald turns to us, startled. "What the- You! Get on the floor, now." He yells at us. "Okay, we're doing that. Just don't shoot anybody, especially us." I said to him as we kneel to the floor.

"I knew it. As soon as you three left. You ain't FBI. Who are you? Who are you working for, huh? The men in black? You working for the Mandroid?" Ronald asked us, panicked. "We're not working for the Mandroid!" Sam yells and Ronald turns to him. "You, shut up! I ain't talking to you. I don't like you." He growled and Dean gives Sam an I told you so look.

"Fair enough." Sam mutters as Ronald turns to one of the hostage that were huddled together at the other side of the room. "Get on 'em. Frisk them down, make sure they got no weapons on them. Go!" Ronald ordered and a middle-aged black man comes over to us and frisks us and finds a knife in Dean's boot.

"Now what have we here?" Ronald asked and Sam glares at Dean. "I'm not just gonna walk in here naked!" Dean exclaims as Ronald takes the knife. "Get back there." He said and he drops the knife in the deposit box. "No, no, no, no, no!" Dean winces and I turn to Ronald.

"We know you don't want to hurt anybody. That's exactly what's gonna happen if you keep waving that cannon around, and why don't you let these people go?" I said. "No! I already told you. If nobody's gonna stop this thing, then I've got to do it myself." Ronald exclaims.

"Hey, we believe you! That's why we're here." Dean said. "You don't believe me. Nobody believes me! How could they?" Ronald asked. "Come here." I said to him. "What? No." Ronald said. "You're holding the gun, boss, you're calling the shots. I just want to tell you something. Come here." I said to him and Ronald approaches cautiously and leans in.

"It's the bank manager." I said to him, quietly. "What?" Ronald asked. "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." Dean said, quietly.

"His laser eyes?" Ronald asked. "Yes. No. No!" Dean and I said at the same time before I let out a sigh. "No, look, we're running out of time, okay? We've got to find him before he changes into someone else." I said to him. "Like I'm gonna listen to you. You're a damn liar." Ronald spat and Dean and I exchange a look before both of us stand up, cautiously, both of our hands out.

"I'll shoot both of you! Get down!" Ronald yelled at us. "Take us. Okay? Take us with you, take us as a hostage. But we've gotta act fast. Because the longer we just sit here the more time he has to change." Dean said but Ronald still doesn't move and aims his gun at us.

"Look at us, man. We believe you. You're not crazy. There really is something inside this bank." I said to him, calmly. "All right. You two come with me. But everyone else gets in the vault!" Ronald said a d there were gasps and cries from the other hostages.

Moments later, he ushers the hostages, including Sam, into the vault. "Come on, move, move! Move, move!" He yells then he turns to Dea . "And you lock it up." He ordered and Dean starts moving the heavy door shut. "It's okay, everyone. Just stay cool." I assured them and I shrug at Sam in apology. Sam swallows, unhappily, just as Dean slams the door shut.

Ronald then precedes me and Dean into a series of offices after we removed our uniform jacket to reveal our normal clothes. "Check behind the desk." Dean sid and we start checking the back room until Ronald yells.

We come back out to see him lying on the floor next to a slimy pile of skin. He screams and stands, pointing his gun at it. "What the hell is that?" Ronald asked, frantically, as Dean turns a lamp on. "Oh, great." Dean mutters and I pinch the bridge of my nose in annoyance.

"When it changes form, it sheds its old skin. So, now it could be anybody." I said as I turn to Ronald, who picks up a piece of skin and smelling it. "It's so, so weird. Its robot skin is so lifelike." He said. "Okay, let's get something straight. It's, it's not a Mandroid. It's a shapeshifter." Dean admits and Ronald looks up at us.

"Shapeshifter?" He said, shocked. "Yeah. 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 features, you know, taller, shorter, male..." I explained. "So it, it, it kills someone and then takes their place." Ronald said, questioning.

"Kills them, doesn't kill them, we don't think it really matters." Dean said as I look through the desk. "What are you doing?" Ronald asked me and I pick up a couple of letter openers and examine it.

"Nice." I sighed, relieved, then I hand one to Dean before I turn to Ron. "You remember the old werewolf stories? Pretty much came from these guys. Silver's the only thing I've seen that hurts them." I said and Dean and I strides out towards the door. "Come on, Ronald." Dean said as Ronald grimaces at the skin, then follows us, grinning.

Minutes later, we were walking down a wider hallway while Ronald was still chuckling. "What are you, nuts?" Dean asked him. "That's just it. I'm not nuts. I mean, I was so scared that I was losing my marbles. But this is real! I mean, I, I, I was right! Except for the Mandroid thing. Thank you." He exclaimed, happily. "Yeah, don't mention it." I said as we continue on.

Suddenly, the power cuts out and a few emergency lights click on. "Dammit! No, no, no, no, no, no." Dean growls as I look around. "Son of a bitch!" I muttered.

"What? What is it?" Ronald asked. "They cut the power. Probably their way of saying hi." Dean said. "Who?" Ronald asked. "The cops." Dean and I said, in unison.

"The cops?!" Ronald exclaimed in fear. "Well, you weren't exactly a smooth criminal about this, Ron. I mean, you didn't even secure the security guard. He probably called them." Dean said. "Well, I, I didn't, I didn't think t --" Ronald stammers as we stop walking.

"All right, hang on, hang on, let's just take a breath here for a second, all right? They — they've probably got us surrounded. They've cut the power to the cameras so there's no way of telling who the shapeshifter is." Dean said and we take a breath. "It's not looking good, Ron." I said then Ronald flinches at a noise, bringing the rifle up.

"Did you hear that?" Dean asked us as we looked around.

Turned out that the noise was from more people that were hiding in a closet. We helped them out and brought them back to the vault. Dean opens the door and one of the hostages, a red-haired woman, smiles at us.

"Oh my God, you saved us! You saved us!" She exclaims. "Actually, we just found a few more. Come on, everybody, let's go. Let's go." Dean said and we helped some people in the vault.

"What are you doing?" The woman asked as I look over at Sam. "Sam, look, uh, Ronald. Dean and I need to talk to you." I said and Sam leaves the vault and Dean shuts the door behind him, shrugging apologetically.

"It's shed its skin again. We don't know when - it could be in the halls, it could be in the vault." Dean explained to Sam. "Great. You know, Dean, you are wanted by the police." Sam said, annoyed. "Yeah." Dean mutters. "So even if we do find this damn thing -- how the hell are we gonna get out of here?" Sam asked.

"Well, one problem at a time." I said as I begin to pace. "All right, Dean and I are 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." I said as I hand him another silver letter opener.

"Found another one of these for you." I said as he takes it. "Now stay here, make sure Ronald doesn't hurt anybody, okay? Help him manage the situation." Dean said. "Help him manage? Are you insane?" Sam asked, his voice rising in anger.

Alerted by Sam's raised voice, Ronald looks over. Dean and I look past Sam and give Ronald a grinning thumbs-up. "Look, I know this isn't going the way we wanted..." Dean said. "Understatement!" Sam shouts. "But if we invite the cops in right now, Ronald gets arrested, we get arrested, the shifter gets away, probably never find it again, okay?" I said and we noticed that Ronald was peering out the window, in plain view, and Sam gestures at him in exasperation.

"Ron! Out of the light!" Dean yells and Ronald moves. "Seriously?!" Sam exclaims. "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 said and he slaps Sam's on the shoulder and we leave.

Dean and I creep along the dark hallways with a flashlight, listening for sounds and watching for movement. Then we stop and look up, seeing a ceiling panel askew. I pick up a coat rack and begin poking it. Then I dislodge it and a naked body falls to the floor. We turn it over and I recognized it as one of the hostages in the vault, his throat had been slit.

"Both of you stay where you are." Ronald yells at the hostages, cocking his rifle. Sam turns to us and we explain to him, in a whisper, of what we found. Then Sam goes back to the vault. "You know what, Ronald? He's right, we've got to get this man outside. Come on. I've got you." Sam said and he takes the guard from the man, that we know is the shapeshifter.

"Yeah, yeah, let me help you." The shapeshifter said but Sma shakes his head. "Oh, I got him, it's, it's cool. Thanks." Sam said and he gets the guard out of the way. Dean and I glare at the Shapeshifter and approach the vault.

"Thank you. Thank you." The guard said to Sam. "Sure." Sam said as he leads him out. "Hey, can we talk to you for a second?" Dean asked the shapeshifter as he pulls out a handgun, that he got from the guard earlier. "You got the gun, man. I mean, whatever." The shapeshifter said.

As he gets close enough, he attacks Dean, knocking him to the ground and I get in front of him and start to fight him but he knocks me to the side and starts running into the dark of the hallways. Dean comes over to me and helps me up and we chase after him.

"Stop! Come back here!" Ronald said and I hear hin running after us. "Get down! Now!" I hear Sam shout and Dean and I turn to see a laser pointed at Ronald's back. "Ronald!" I shouted then his body jerks forward then he falls.

Dean and I duck behind a low wall, and we watch, in horror, as Ronald slumps to his knees, then to the floor, dead.

The hostages run out of the vault as Dean and I crawl behind another low wall nearer where Ronald fell. Sam ducks down beside us, all three of us panting. Sam pulls out the key and hands it to Dean. "Here. Take care of the guard. (Y/n) and I we going after the shifter." Sam said and he runs off while I give a sympathetic look towards Ronald then chase after Sam.

Sam and I approach a broom closet and open it suddenly but it's empty. We hear something behind us and turned around to see the red-head woman and the other hostages behind us. "Please don't hurt us!" She pleads. "You shouldn't be back here right now! You're in danger! Now go back to the vault. Now!" Sam said and they run back.

After hearding the hostages back, Sam and I make our way back to look, only to fknd another shed skin. We sighed at this then I call Dean. "Yeah?" Dean answered. "Slipped his skin." I said. "What?" Dean exclaims. "Yeah, bastard shifts fast. A lot faster than the one in St. Louis." I said, annoyed. "God, it's like playing the shell game. It could be anybody. Again." Dean said.

"Yeah, I think most of the employees are out of the vault by now." I said. "All right, you two search every inch of this place, I'm gonna go round everybody up." Dean said and he hangs up while Sam and I continue to search.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean herds the hostages back into the vault just as the red-haired woman turns to him. "And I thought you were one of the good guys." She said, angry. "What's your name?" Dean asked her. "Why would you care?" She growls.

"My name's Dean." He introduced. "I'm Sherry." She said. "Hi, Sherry. Everything's gonna be all right. This will all be over soon, okay?" He assures her then he shuts the vault door and spins the lock as the landline rings. He sets down his handgun and answers it.

"Yeah?" He said. "This is Special Agent Victor Henriksen." The voice at the other end said. "Yeah, listen, I'm not really in the negotiating mood right now, so ––" Dean started to say but Henriksen interrupts him. "Good. Me neither. It's my job to bring you in. Alive's a bonus but not necessary."

"Whoa. Kinda harsh for a Federal Agent, don't you think?" Dean asked him. 'Well, you're not the typical suspect, are you, Dean?" Henriksen asked and Dean looks up, horrified. "I want you, Sam and (y/n) out here, unarmed. Or we come in. And yes, I know about Sam and (y/n) too." Henriksen said.

"How'd you even know we were here?" Dean asked. "Go screw yourself, that's how I knew. It's become my job to know about you, Dean. I've been looking for you for weeks now. I know about the murder in St. Louis, I know about the Houdini act you pulled in Baltimore. I know about the desecrations and the thefts. I know about your dad." Henriksen said and Dean clenches his jaw.

"Hey, you don't know crap about my dad." Dean replied, 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." Henriksen said. "You got no right talking about my dad like that. He was a hero." Dean growls.

"Yeah. Right. Sure sounds like it. You have one hour to make a decision or we come through those doors full automatic." Henriksen said and he hangs up the phone. Dean then pounds his forehead in frustration as he hangs up the phone.

Meanwhile, Sam and (y/n) see blood on the floor in front of a closet. Sam opens it quickly, and the half-dressed body of Sherry falls out, her throat is slit. "Dammit." Sam growls as (y/n) punched the wall.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Sam and I make our way back to the vault room, where Dean is waiting. "Hey. We've got a bit of a problem outside." Dean said. "We got a problem in here." I said as I gesture towards the vault and Sam and I tell him what we found.

Moments later, Dean open the vault and the hostages flinch and look around. "Sherry? We're gonna let you go." Dean said to the red-haired lady. "What? Why me?" She asked. "Uh, as a show of good faith to the feds, come on." I replied as she looks between us.

"Uh...I think I'd, I'd rather stay here, with the others." She said and Dean approaches her. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist." He said and she looks at us warily.

After a long pause, she approaches us and we shut the vault and push her back to the hallway. "I thought you were letting me go." She said and Dean shoves 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?" I asked her as she continues to scream. "This is the last time you become anybody. Ever." Sam said. "No! Oh God! Ohhhh...." she cries then she faints.

Then boys and I stare at her, baffled, then back at the other body. Dean removes a rifle from his shoulder and kneels over Sherry. He raises the blade with a shrug, but Sam puts out a hand to stop him. "Dean, wait, wait, wait. What's the advantage of this plan? I mean, fainting now wouldn't help it survive." Sam said then Dean looks back at the other body.

Dean kneels over the other body, then looks up just as he hears a noise, we look up as well. Then we look back at the body, just as it grabs Dean by the throat. As he struggles and stabs at it, Sherry starts to wake up then screams again. Sam and I go over to her as Dean looks over at us. "Get her outta here! Now!" Dean yells and continues struggling with the shapeshifter while Sam, Sherry and I leave.

As we run, we hear the cops coming in and we left Sherry in the corner of the hall then head down the hallway. "Freeze! Let me see your hands." A voice commanded just as we see lights. Sam and I stop then we share a look and nod, slightly. We turn abruptly and take out three armored policemen then we take their clothes and armor and stuff their bodies in a closet.

Sam and I, quickly, put on the armor then carry the extra armor for Dean and began to look for him. Finally we find him standing over the shapeshifter's dead body and we shine our flashlight on him. He looks up at us, panting, and we smiled then handed him the armor to him.

Sometime later, the three of us, in S.W.A.T. armor with weapons, exited the bank and began running up stairs on the outside of a buildlng. We exit the stairs and turn into the deck of a parking garage, walking to the Impala. We get into the car and pull off our masks, panting, and sit in silence for a moment.

"We are so screwed." Dean mutters and Sam nods minutely. "Yeah, big time." I said. Dean starts the car then we pull out of the parking garage.

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we could be more | dean winchester | 13

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

SERIES MASTERLIST

NIGHTSHIFTER

“Hey there, FBI agent Anna Drewe.” I flashed by badge to a man working at a counter. “I just want to ask a few questions about the incident.”

“Shoot.” He smiled.

“Alright, your name is Logan Turner, yes?” I raised an eyebrow, holding Carl loosely as he jotted everything down.

“Yep.”

“Tell me about Helen.”

“She was like family.” Logan frowned. “The lady said it herself. We were the only family she had. Then Larry, our manager, gets a call sayin’ that Helen’s emptying everything out and then you hear a gunshot. Few days later, she kills herself.”

“Alright, thanks, Mr Turner.” I smiled, storing Carl in my pocket. “Thank you for your cooperation.”

”Would you, uh, want to, maybe… go out sometime?”

“Sorry, sir, but I don’t mix business with pleasure.” Then I heard Dean flirting with the receptionist. I gritted my teeth, taking a deep breath. “And neither should my partner.” I walked over to Dean, covering the paper which he was handing to Frannie the receptionist. “Keep it strictly business, Agent.”

“That-That’s right, partner.” Dean nodded, and sent a longing look to Frannie before walking with me. Frannie sent me a dirty look, but I ignored it.

“We’re here to string the bank robberies together, not score a night with a receptionist.”

“Why can’t I live a little?”

“Cause take off that suit and remove your badge and to her, you’re just another ordinary Joe.”

“Am I an ordinary Joe to you, Beanie?”

“Course not. To me, you’re sexy.”

“Wait, really?”

“No.”

We pulled up in front of a small house, which was the residence of Ronald Resnick, the security guard that worked one of the cases.

“Five -- this is it.” Sam nodded.

“Friggin’ cops.” Dean grimaced.

“They’re doing their job, Dean.” I sighed.

“No, they're doing our job, only they don't know it, so they suck at it. Talk to me about this bank.”

“Milwaukee National Trust. It was hit about a month ago.“

“Same M.O?”

“Yep, inside job, longtime employee, the never-in-a-million-years type.” Sam added. “Dude robs the bank, then goes home and supposedly commits suicide.”

“I’ve been having Carl make a pattern.” I smiled.

“This guy, Resnick,” Dean frowned, “he was the security guard on duty?”

“Yeah. Beaten unconscious by the teller who heisted the place.”

“God.” We knocked on Ronald’s door.

“Mr. Resnick? Ronald Resnick?” Sam called, and then a bright floodlight blinded us temporarily. Then Ronald came to the door.

“FBI, Mr. Resnick.” I smiled, but he looked apprehensive.

“Show me ID.” Ronald demanded, so we took out our IDs and put them on the screen door at the same time. Ronald peered at them, then we retracted them. “I’ve already given my statement to the police.”

“Yeah, listen Ronald,” Dean cleared his throat, “just some things about your statement we wanted to get some clarification on.”

“You read it?”

“Sure did.”

“You’ve come to listen to what I've got to say?”

“That’s why we’re here.”

“Well, come on in.” We entered, and he led us to a cluttered room with stuff about ghosts and androids. “None of the cops ever called me back. Not after I told them what was really going on. Uh, they all thought I was crazy. First off, Juan Morales never robbed the Milwaukee National Trust, okay? That, I guarantee. See, we and Juan were friends. He used to come back to the bank on my night shifts, and we'd play cards.”

“So you let him into the bank that night, after hours.” Sam frowned.

“The thing I let into the bank . . . wasn't Juan. I mean, it had his face, but it wasn't his face. Uh, every detail was perfect, but too perfect, you know, like if a dollmaker made it, like I was talking to a big Juan-doll.”

“A Juan-doll?”

“Look. This wasn't the only time this happened. Okay?” He handed me a folder, and I flicked through it. Dude could be a hunter if he wanted to, cause he’s followed this thing closely. “There was this jewelry store, too. And the cops, a--and you guys, you just won't see it! Both crimes were pulled by the same thing.”

“And what’s that, Mr Resnick?” I asked, looking up from the folder. He held up a magazine called the ‘Fortean Times’, with the headline ‘BIRTH OF THE CYBERMEN’.

“Chinese've been working on 'em for years. And the Russians before that. Part men, part machine. Like the Terminator. But the kind that can change itself, make itself look like other people.”

“Like the one from T2.” Dean smirked.

“Exactly! See, so not just a robot, more of a-a-a-a ... mandroid.”

“A mandroid?” Sam blinked.

“And what makes you so sure about this, Ronald?” Dean challenged. Ronald held up a finger, then played a security tape.

“See, I made copies of all the security tapes. I knew once the cops got them they'd be buried. Here.” He fast forwarded it. “Now watch. Watch. Watch him, watch, watch! See, look! Th-th-there it is!” He paused it just as Juan turned to the camera, a flare in his eyes. Shapeshifter’s eyes flare when they face a camera. “You see? He's got the laser eyes.” Dean, Sam and I shared a look. “Cops said it was some kind of reflected light. Some kind of "camera flare". Okay? Ain't no damn camera flare. They say I'm a post-trauma case. So what? Bank goes and fires me, it don't matter! The mandroid is-is still out there. The law won't hunt this thing down- I'll do it myself. You see, this thing, it, it, it kills the real person, makes it look like a suicide, then it sorta, like, morphs into that person. Cases the job for a while until it knows the take is fat, and then it finds its opening. Now, these robberies, they're, they're grouped together. So I figure the mandroid is holed up somewhere in the middle, underground, maybe. I dunno, maybe that's where it recharges its, uh, mandroid batteries.“

We stood up, and Sam stepped forward. “Okay. I want you to listen very carefully. Because I'm about to tell you the God's honest truth about all of this.” Sam sighed. “There's no such thing as mandroids. There's nothing evil or inhuman going on out there. Just people. Nothing else, you understand?” THE HELL-

“The laser eyes-“

“Just a camera flare, Mr. Resnick. See, I know you don't want to believe this. But your friend Juan robbed the bank and that's it.”

“Get out of my house! Now!”

“Sure, sir. First things first.”

We were at my safe house in Milwaukee, and I unlocked the door, and once we got inside, I rounded on Sam. “Classified evidence of an ongoing case?” I scoffed, hanging up my jacket and taking off my heels. “Just people? Dude, you just crushed Resnick’s resolve.”

“What are you, pissed at me or something?”

“You’re a good actor, Sam.” I sighed. “But you’re not meant to be that good. His file was legit, it was the level of the work we’ve been doing. We could at least appraise him for his work.”

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

“You don’t have to do him like that, though.” I ran a hand through my hair. “Instant noodles, anyone?”

“Anytime.” Dean grinned.

“I’m gonna change first, though.” I went upstairs, and Carl sprang out of the jacket, joining Sam at the table and writing something.

She was jealous earlier.

“Jealous of Frannie?” Dean scoffed. “Please.”

“Girls have emotions.” Sam shrugged. “She seemed kind of worked up, though, when she dragged you away from that receptionist.”

“Shut up.”

We were all eating instant noodles, and I drew on our map.

“Shapeshifter. Just like back in St. Louis.” I confirmed. “Same retinal reaction to video.”

“Eyes flare at the camera. I hate those friggin' things.” Dean grumped.

“You think we don’t?” Sam scoffed.

“One didn’t turn into you and frame you for murder.”

“Yeah, but they’re damn hard to catch.” I frowned. “This is gonna be difficult, especially if it’s like the one you guys wasted in Missouri.”

“Then Ronald was right. All right, they like to layer up underground, preferably the sewer. And all the robberies have been connected so far, right?”

“Yeah.” Sam nodded.

“I see where you’re going.” I deduced then Carl circled a bank. “There’s one more on that sewer main. So if it’s the next target, this shifter isn’t gonna wait a bit. We need to hit this bank as soon as possible. However, it could risk both of you getting exposed.”

“It’s worth the risk.” Dean nodded, then shovelled noodles into his mouth.

“Carl, can you draw me up a layout of that bank?” I asked, then Carl started sketching out the bank blueprints.

“We need to load up.” Sam resolved. “Cause then Milwaukee PD could show up and if they get wind we’re here, the Feds.”

I was wearing a black jumpsuit, wearing a brunette wig in a ponytail as I posed as a wealthy customer. Dean kept on giving me once-overs, and had whistled when he first saw me. I walked over to the receptionist, adopting a British accent. “Selene Windsor.”

“Right, I had the note that you were coming.” She nodded. “Right this way, ma’am.” I was led down the same path as Dean and Sam, talking in a haughty manner.

“If I’m to entrust my money here, I need to know that it’s secure. It doesn’t seem that way if technicians are having to come down.” I hugged.

“Just a general software bug, ma’am.” Dean smirked, his eyes flicking down my body for the fiftieth time.

“So I can’t trust my money to this bank.” I retorted. “I want to check this system myself.”

“Yes, ma’am.” The receptionist guided me to the room which Sam and Dean were going to, then ran away.

“All righty. You guys need anything else?” The guard asked.

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

“Okie-dokie.” He left, and I sighed in relief, taking off my wig and releasing my hair from its bun.

“I like him. He says ‘Okie-dokie.’” Dean snorted, wheeling to face me.

“But what if he’s the shifter?” I asked, running my fingers through my hair.

“Well, then we follow him home, put a silver bullet through his chestplate.” I walked over to him, reaching behind me.

“Can you undo my zip?”

“W-What?”

“Just do it!” He unzipped my jumpsuit, and it fell to the floor, revealing a black crop top and blue shorts underneath, and I changed my shoes to running boots. Dean breathed a sigh of relief, making me laugh. “You didn’t think I’d publicly ask you to undress me? Keep dreaming.” I sat down, wheeling up on a chair.

“Okay. Well, you got any popcorn in that purse?” I pulled it out of my purse (yes, it also has the extension spell), handing it to him. “Thanks.” We watched the screens for a while, but we found no camera flare on the guard’s eyes.

”Maybe he just loves his job.” I shrugged. “Cause Mr Okie-Dokie is, well, okie-dokie.”

“Maybe we jumped the gun on this.” Sam fretted. “I mean, we don't even know it's here. Maybe we should just go back to the sewers and… and-“ I rolled up a piece of paper, slapping Dean on the head with it.

“Dean, focus. We’re meant to be looking for the shifter.”

“I'm getting there.” Dean retorted.

“Oh, really?”

“Wait.” A middle aged man turned to the camera, and his eyes flared. We turned to each other, nodding. “Hello, freak.”

”Got him.” Sam whispered before bolting to the door, but I spotted something else.

“Sam!” I called, zooming in on that screen.

“Yeah?”

“Look.” Ronald was locking and bolting the door shut, holding an assault rifle. “Sweet cheese. It’s Ronald.”

“And you said we shouldn't bring guns.” Dean groaned.

“I didn’t know this was gonna happen, Dean.” Sam grimaced.

“Speak for yourselves.” I smirked, taking my gun out of my ankle holster. They stared at the gun, dumbfounded. “Yeah, I come prepared. Even if you tell me no. Just let me do the talking. I don't think he likes you very much, Agent Johnson.“ I hid my gun in my purse as we found Ronald.

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

“Hey, buddy. Calm down. Just calm down.” Dean tried to bargain as we entered.

“What the- you! Get on the floor, now.”

“Okay, we're doing that. Just don't shoot anybody, especially us.”

“I knew it. As soon as you two left. You ain't 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 burst out.

“You, shut up! I ain't talking to you. I don't like you.”

“Told you so.” I whispered, then put my hands up.

“Fair enough.” Sam grumbled.

“Get on 'em.” Ronald ordered a middle-aged man. “Frisk them down, make sure they got no weapons on them. Go!” I was frisked down, but they found nothing. Then they frisked Dean, but they found a knife in his boot.

“Dean!” I hissed. That obvious?

“I wasn’t gonna walk in naked!” Dean replied quietly. “You’re one to talk.”

“Hey, hey, Ronald, listen to me.” I spoke up, my hands up as I cautiously approached him. “We know you don't want to hurt anybody. That's exactly what's gonna happen if you keep waving that rifle 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.”

“Why do you think we’re here? We believe you.”

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

“Tell you what, c’mere.”

“What?! No!”

“You have the gun.” Well, that wasn’t true. “You’re the boss here, and I can’t do squat. Just trust me.” Ronald then approached me, and I lowered my voice. “It’s the manager. 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?”

“Whatever you wanna call ‘em, but we did.” I nodded. “But we’re running out of time. We need to get him before he changes into someone else.”

“Like I'm gonna listen to you. You're a damn liar.”

“Doesn’t mean I ain’t a truther. And my partner told you that lie, not me. If you don’t trust me, hold a gun on me and take me 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.” I paused, “Do I look like someone who’d lie to you?”

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

“Check behind the desk.” I ordered as I went into a back room. Then I heard a yell, and I instantly rushed out. Ronald had fallen, and was lying next to a pile of shed skin. He screamed, standing up and pointing his gun at it.

“What the hell is that?” He squealed.

“Great.” I grimaced, turning on a lamp. “It sheds its skin when it changes. So now, it could be anybody.”

“It's so, so weird. Its robot skin is so lifelike.”

“Alright, Ronald, let me get this straight.” I huffed. “It's not an mandroid. 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 features, you know, taller, shorter, male, etcetera.”

“So it-it-it kills someone and then takes their place.”

“Kills them, doesn't kill them, I don't think it really matters.” I shrugged, rummaging in my purse.

“What are you doing?” I pulled out my gun, replacing it with silver bullets. “You had that the whole time?!”

“Want me to be honest?”

“Yeah!”

“Yes, I did.” I stored the other cartridge, turning to him. “You remember the old werewolf stories? Pretty much came from these guys. Silver's the only thing I've seen that hurts them.” I started walking, then stopped. “C’mon, Ronald.” We walked down a hallway, and I heard Ronald started chuckling. “What are you, nuts?”

“That's just it. I'm not nuts.” He laughed. “I mean, I was so scared that I was losing my marbles. But this is real! I mean, I, I, I was right! Except for the mandroid thing. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” Then the power went out, and I cursed. “Damn it. Not now, not now!”

“What is it?”

“They cut the power. Probably their way of saying hi.”

“Who?”

“The cops.”

“THE COPS?!”

“What did you think would happen?” I hissed. “Well, you weren't exactly a smooth criminal about this, Ron. I mean, you didn't even secure the security guard. He probably called them.”

“I-I didn’t think I-“

“All right, hang on, hang on, let's just take a breath here for a second, all right? They — they've probably got us surrounded. They've cut the power to the cameras so there's no way of telling who the shapeshifter is. So I’m gonna be honest; it’s not looking good.” We heard a noise, to which Ron brought his rifle up. “D’you hear that?” We stalked down, finding three more people, including the guard. “Alright, get up!” I barked, and they followed us to the vault. I opened it, and Dean and Sam were relieved to see that I was alive. “Sam, Dean, look, uh, Ronald and I need to talk to you. Also, a few more prisoners.” I shut the door behind me when Dean and Sam climbed out. “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 by the police.” Sam pointed out.

“He is, but I need his help. We’re gonna tackle one problem at a time, yeah? Dean and I are gonna sweep the place, find some stragglers if they’re there. Sam, you help Ron manage-“

“Help him manage?! Are you insane?”

“‘Fraid so, cause everyone here is in danger, Sam. This is the plan we’ve got. Once we’re done, I’ll come back to you and we’ll play Find the Freak.” I took out a letter opener I’d swiped. “Anyone makes a suspicious move, use it.” I took out another gun and gave it to Dean. “Alright, let’s do this.”

“How do you know all this?” Dean asked.

“You’re forgetting that I have a romantic relationship with a police officer. Who has done hostage negotiations and raids in the past.” I sighed. “Look, I know this isn't going the way we wanted-“

“Understatement.” Sam growled.

“-but if we invite the cops in right now, Ronald gets arrested, we get arrested, the shifter gets away, probably never find it again, okay?” I turned to Ron. “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, come with me.” Dean and I walked off.

A while later, I walked back after my sweep, finding Ron dead. I glared at Dean and Sam, who put their hands up. “Ok, this has gone way too far. The shifter ran away cause you let him out and now he’s probably a completely different person. Well done, you handled this perfectly.” I sighed. “Dean, get a hostage outside. Unharmed. Now!” Dean took the guard, going to the door. I bent down beside Ron, hefting his body out of the light.

“We are so screwed.” Dean grumbled when he latched the door again. I peered outside, seeing black vans pull up while Dean talked to Sam.

“We have a problem!” I yelled.

Outside, a man in an FBI jacket approached the Milwaukee PD. “Lieutenant Robards.” He barked.

“Yeah.” Robards replied.

“Special Agent Henriksen.”

“Let me guess. You're lead dog now, but you would just love my full cooperation.”

“I don't give a rat's ass what you do, you can go get a donut for all I care. What I do need is your S.W.A.T. team locked and loaded.”

“Listen, Agent. Something's not right about this. It's, um ... it's not going down like a usual heist.”

“That's because it isn't one. You have no idea what you're dealing with, do you? There is a monster in that bank, Robards.”

I picked up the landline, gritting my teeth. “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 Dean in. Alive's a bonus but not necessary.’

“How do you-“

‘Yeah, I know. I want you, Dean and Sam out here, unarmed. Or we come in. And yes, I know about Sam too. And you, Ivonne Rainer. You’re the Bonnie to Dean’s Clyde, aren’t you?’

“No comment. How'd you even know we were here?”

‘Go screw yourself, that's how I knew. It's become my job to know about you. I've been looking for you for weeks now. I know about the murders in Jersey, I know about the Houdini act you pulled in Baltimore. I know about the desecrations and the thefts. I know about your family. Especially that father of yours. Some father he was, huh?.’

“You don’t know jack squat about my dad.”

‘Ex-Army general. Trained you since you were a young girl, put you in martial arts and taught you every method of survival. Most of your time was spent in a little cabin in the woods. Real militaristic survival.’

”Shut your mouth.”

‘Ooh, she’s got claws. Never expected it by someone who was raised like a soldier.’

“What do you want?”

‘All three of you, unarmed. You have one hour to make a decision or we come through those doors full automatic.’ He hung up, and I punched the table.

“Damn it!”

“Scramble your men, five minutes, then we go in.” Henriksen ordered, standing up.

“What? Henriksen, they've let out one hostage so far. They've hurt no one as far as we can tell.” Robards frowned.

“You don't know these Winchesters, and Rainer, especially her. They're dangerous, smart, and expertly trained.”

“We can't risk the lives of all those people-“

“We know enough about the Winchesters to know that they’re insane, but don’t get me started on Ivonne Rainer.” He sized Robards up. “The Winchesters look and sound deadly, but Rainer’s a devil in disguise. Looks innocent, and hell, can she act innocent. Girl could be a mercenary in stilettos or in combat boots and a leather jacket and you wouldn’t see her coming until you’re on the floor with a bullet through your brain. She’s smart, she’s calculating, and has wormed her way out of serious charges twice, so she’s manipulative too. She didn’t hesitate before shooting her brother in self defence, and her boyfriend too, twice in the chest in cold, hard blood. She’s as dangerous as these Winchesters, maybe even more. A pretty face, but armed as hell.”

“This is crazy.”

“Crazy’s in there, and I just hung up on his right hand woman.”

I went to the boys, grimacing. “We have a problem outside.”

“We have a problem in here.” Sam opened the vault, and Dean let Sherry out.

“We’re gonna let you go, Sherry.” Dean smiled.

“What? Why?” Sherry whimpered.

“As, uh, a good show of faith to the feds.” We led her into another room, where her dead body was kept.

“I thought you were letting me go.” She whispered, but then took one look at the body and started screaming.

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

“Tonight’s the last night you become anybody. Ever.” Sam smirked. Dean raised his gun, but then she fainted. He was about to shoot, but I put out my hand, shaking my head.

“It can’t be her. Fainting’s not gonna save her, the shifter’s smart enough to know that.” I frowned.

“Huh.” Dean knelt over the dead body, but then it opened his eyes and began wrestling with Dean. Sherry woke, and backed into Sam, who took her out of the way as she cried. I joined in on the fight, gesturing for Sam to clear Sherry out of the way as Dean got knocked in the chin. I slammed the shifter against the wall, taking out my gun, but I got headbutted, releasing my hold as the shifter bolted. I ran after it, but I’d lost it. Then I got rammed into a room, hand on my throat. I kicked the shifter away, sweeping its legs and managing to grab my gun again, shooting it in the chest. It cried out for a moment, but then went limp. I found my purse, taking out my wig and jumpsuit and slipping both of those back on while I met Dean and Sam, who were wearing S.W.A.T uniforms.

“Who d’you strip to get those?” I sighed.

”Two officers that I knocked out.” Sam answered casually.

“We’re so screwed.” Dean breathed.

“Royally screwed, Dean.” I grimaced. We turned on the Impala’s radio, driving off.

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dean-isms · 7 months

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“Like the one from T2.”

Reference: Terminator 2: Judgement Day

Episode: 2x12 “Night Shifter”

Writer: Ben Edlund

Spoken To: Victim - Ronald Resnick

Media Type: Movie - Science Fiction

Timeframe: 1991

Description: In this sequel set eleven years after "The Terminator," young John Connor is the target of the shape-shifting T-1000, a Terminator sent from the future to kill him. Another Terminator, the revamped T-800, has been sent back to protect the boy. As John and his mother go on the run with the T-800, the boy forms an unexpected bond with the robot.

#season two #movies #from the dean isms spreadsheet

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Remote IT is getting in the way.

i am on desktop computer #15, guest pass: 97185571, PIN: 7754.

My name is Sylvia Lydia Morelos, dob 04 20 74, ss # 567 41 8339, CA ID B3281075. 911. 3/1/24...4:05 p.m.

REMOTE IT on me again. I've got the cybernauts (BRENTWOOD LIBRARY, 90049, off of San vicente near GORHAM).

proceed as indicated. QUARANTINE, top secret.

they keep attacking me, MILITARY COMMANDER, ADMIRAL MORELOS, SYLVIA LYDIA (CHIVIS); IA, MORELOS, SYLVIA LYDIA (CHIVIS). This library I already reported. these perps are not aware of it.

READ ME. FOR OBVIOUS REASONS. 911.

OPCC at 503 Olympic, 90401, KEVIN GOINS and the RESNICK, inside the RONALD REAGAN MEDICAL CENTER at UCLA, "MSW" STEFANIE RECINOS and LAHS, Los Angeles high school, 4650 w. Olympic Blvd. off of rimpau still involved, DUSTIN HOFFMAN included (Hollywood and the press). Please refer to my prior reports and online social media. they keep stealing my phone, tablet, hint; THE MURDERED INTEL in the past, I.e. Iran, iraq afghanistan WAR CRIMINALS, do the math. They also worked at the center for children with disabilities, off of VENICE & BEETHOVEN. thompson made sure I remember that, when he asked for me to purchase a bike for 300 $ nearby. MTA 33 (and all-inclusive) involved. 911.

they checked out the way I stated they would. do the math.

911.

i'm staying down this way now. cover me, 24/7 as usual.

/S./ too.

Glad to be of service daily.

/S./

they've been bred to self-destruct; bioligical warfare (on infants too: I.e. jackie W. Branch manager, Durant library, 7140 sunset, 90046 off Detroit, one of the perps, also worked at the children's center (for disabled children) off of Venice & Beethoven, in Venice, near or at 90291. 911.

lausd criminals and banditos bar, near usc, involved. usc criminals involved.

do the math. they're here too.

/S./

HOLLYWOOD AND WEST LOS ANGELES AND SURROUNDING AREAS IN HERE TOO. 911.

FUN.

hahahahah.

/S./

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btw, GOINS, hit me. LITERALLY. 2nd time: DAVON from BREAD & ROSES, 663 Rose Ave.,Venice, 90291 also hit me: there were 3 of them on me at that time.

hence: "A CHILD BORN ON FIRE." I saw the billboard. fun.

/S./

Sylvia Lydia Morelos

OBJECTIVE: EXTERMINATION OF PERP ONLY. 911. /S./

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𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

An attractive young woman comes out of the back with some papers in her hand. Dean turns to face her as she speaks. He is dressed in a dark suit.

"So, what's it like, being an FBI guy?" The woman asks.

"Well, it's dangerous. And the secrets we've gotta keep, oh. God, the secrets. But mostly it's, it's lonely"

"I so know what you mean" Dean nods sagely.

"Yeah" Elsewhere in the store: Sam, also dressed in a suit, with slicked hair, and Theo, dresses in a white blouse, pants and jacket, hair tied up in a messy bun, are interrogating the manager, a middle-aged man.

"Helena was our head buyer. She... she was family, you know? She said it herself, every year at the Christmas party. She said we were the only family she had" he says.

"So, there were never any signs that she'd do something like this?" Theo asks.

"No. Still can't believe it, even now. That night, Helena came back to the store after closing. Cleaned out all the display cases, and the safe. Edgar- our night watchman-he caught her in the act. He didn't know what to do, he'd known her for years. He called me at home"

And that's when she took his gun?" Sam says.

"She shot him in the face. I heard him die. Over the phone"

"Any idea what her motive could have been.

"What motive? It makes no sense. Why steal all those diamonds, all that jewellery, and then what? Just dump is somewhere, just hide it, and then go home and-"

"She killed herself?" Dean asks.

"Well, the cops said. She dropped the hair dryer in the bath and fried herself. They should know, right"

"Yeah. Well, thanks Frannie, I think that's all I need"

"Really? Because I've got more. You know" Frannie looks around slyly "If you wanted to interview me sometime. In private?" Dean eyes Sam and Theo guiltily across the room.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think that's a good idea. You're a true patriot, you really are. Why don't you write your number down there for me, that'd be good"

"So, you never saw the security camera footage yourself, then?" Theo says.

"No. The police, they took all the tapes, first thing" Dean approaches.

"Yeah, of course they did" He waves Frannie's number at Sam and Theo.

Leaving the jewellery store, Sam, Dean and Theo drive down a dark street and pull up in front of a small house.

"Five--this is it" Theo says.

"Friggin' cops"

"They're just doing their job, Dean"

"No, they're doing our job, only they don't know it, so they suck at it. Talk to me about this bank" They get out of the car and approach the house.

"Um, Milwaukee National Trust. It was hit about a month ago"

"Same M.O. as the jewellery store?"

"Yep, inside job, longtime employee, the never-in-a-million-years type. Dude robs the bank, then goes home and supposedly commits suicide" Theo says.

"The guy Resnick, he was the security guard on duty?"

"Yeah. He was actually beaten unconscious by the teller who heisted the place"

"God" Dean says.

"Yeah" Sam knocks on the screen door "Mr. Resnick? Ronald Resnick?" A bright floodlight turns on, and they shield their eyes.

"Son of a-" A youngish man comes to the door warily.

"FBI, Mr. Resnick"

"Let me see the badge" Sam, Dean and Y/N pull out badges and slap them against the screen door in unison. Ronald squints at them carefully.

"I already gave my statement to the police"

"Yeah, listen Ronald, um...just some things about your statement we wanted to get some clarification on"

"You read it?" Ronald asks.

"Sure did" Theo says.

"You come to listen to what I've got to say"

"Well, that's why we're here"

"Well. Come on in" Ronald opens the door and leads them through a narrow hallway to a cluttered room; the walls are covered with alien photos and conspiracy theory paraphernalia "None of the cops ever called me back. Not after I told them what was really going on. Uh, they all thought I was crazy. First off, Juan Morales never robbed the Milwaukee National Trust, okay? That, I guarantee. See, we and Juan were friends. He used to come back to the bank on my night shifts, and we'd play cards"

"So, you let him into the bank that night, after hours" Sam says.

"The thing I let into the bank...wasn't Juan. I mean, it had his face, but it wasn't his face. Uh, every detail was perfect, but too perfect, you know, like If a dollmaker made it, like I was talking to a bug Juan-doll"

"A Juan-doll?" Theo says doubtfully.

"Look. This wasn't the only time this happened. Okay?" Ronalds says handing Sam a file folder "There was this jewellery store, too. And the cops, a--and you guys, you just won't see it!" Sam looks in the folder; it looks like a Hunter's profile of the jewellery case "Both crimes were pulled by the same thing"

"What's that, Mr. Resnick?" Theo asks. Ronald picks up a copy of a magazine called 'Fortean Times' and holds it to his chest. The headlines at the bottom reads 'Birth of the Cybermen'

"Are we living in Doctor who or something" Theo mutters to herself.

"Chinese’ ve been working on 'em for years. And the Russians before that. Part men, part machine. Like the Terminator. But the kind that change itself, make itself look like other people" Dean smirks.

"Like the one from T2"

"Exactly! See, so not just a robot, more of a, a, a, a... Manroid"

"A Manroid?"

"And what makes you so sure about this, Ronald?" Theo asks. Ronald holds up a finger, smiling a little wildly. Later, Ronald inserts a VHS tape into a player.

"See, I made copies of all the security tapes. I knew once the cops got them, they'd be buried" Dean nods "Here" Ronald fast-forwards the tape "Now watch. Watch. Watch him, watch, watch! See, look! Th-, th-, there it is!" Ronald pauses the tape "You, see? He's got the laser eyes" On the tape, Juan is facing the camera with a light-flare in his eyes. Sam, Dean and Theo share a knowing look "Cops said it was some kind of reflected light. Some kind of 'camera flare'. Okay? Aint no damn camera flare. They say I'm a post-trauma case. So what? Bank goes and fires me, it doesn’t matter!" Theo eyes him cautiously as he continues to rant. "The Mandroid is, is still out there. The law won't hunt this thing down -- I'll do it myself. You see, this thing, it, it, it kills the real person, makes it look like a suicide, then it sorts of, like, morphs into that person. Cases the job for a while until it knows the take is fat, and then it finds its opening. Now, these robberies, they're, they're grouped together" Ronald gestures at a map on the wall "So I figure the Mandroid is holed up somewhere in the middle, underground, maybe. I dunno, maybe that's where it recharges its, uh, Mandroid batteries" Dean nods, apparently impressed. Sam and Theo stares intently; they both stand.

"Okay. I want you to listen very carefully. Because I'm about to tell you the God's honest truth about all of this" Dean and Theo smiles, waiting to see what Sam says "There's no such thing as Mandroids. There's nothing evil or inhuman going on out there. Just people. Nothing else. You understand" Dean and Theo look at each other as they try to keep a straight face, but the two are clearly startled. Sam starts to say something.

"The laser eyes" Ronald says desperate.

"Just a camera flare, Mr. Resnick, I know you don't want to believe this. But your friend Juan robbed the bank and that's it"

"Get out of my house! Now!"

"Sure. First things first" Theo frowns at Sam in further confusion.

Sam, Dean and Theo return to their motel room, which has the obligatory Tacky Wall Decorations. They're dressed in ordinary clothing again.

"Man, that has got to be the kicker, straight up. I mean, you say that poor son of a bitch that -- what did you say, remand the tapes that he copied? Classified evidence of an ongoing investigation?" Theo laughs "That's messed up" Sam sits down to watch the tape.

"What are you, pissed at me or something?"

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

"Manroid?"

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

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

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

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

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

"You think we don't?" Sam says.

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

"Well, look. If this shifter's anything like the one who killed in Missouri"

"Then Ronald was right. All right, they like to layer up underground, preferably the sewer. And all the robberies have been connected so far, right?"

"Yeah"

"With the, uh, sewer main layout. There's one more bank lined up on that same sewer main" Hours later, the three arrive at the bank. A security guard leads Sam, Dean and Theo, now uniformed as Security serve Guard Service technicians, down the main hall.

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

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

"Well, better to be safer than sorry, I guess"

"That's the plan" Dean says. The Guard opens the door to an observation room with several TV screens showing security footage.

"All righty. You guys need anything else?" The guard asks.

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

"Okie-dokie" the guard leaves

"I like him. He says 'Okie-dokie" Dean says.

"What if he's the shifter?" Sam says.

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

"Okay. Well, you got any popcorn?"

"Or beer?" Theo asks. Later, the three are still reviewing the screens; the Guard is on one, and his eyes are normal.

"Well, it looks like mister okie-dokie is...okie-dokie"

"Maybe we jumped the gun on this, Guys. I mean, we don't even know it's here" Dean seems distracted.

"Mm-hmm"

"Maybe we should just go back to the sewers and... and..."

"...and he's not listening" Theo says. Dean is zooming one of the cameras in on the ass of an attractive young woman who is bending over.

"Dean, we're supposed to be looking for eyes" Sam says, exasperated.

"I'm getting there"

"Oh yeah?" Theo says.

"Wait a minute" On another screen, a middle-aged man turns towards the camera; his eyes flare "Hello, freak"

"Got him" Sam and Dean heads for the door, but Theo lingers behind, looking at another screen.

"Guys!"

"What?" The two ask in unison. They watch as Ronald scurries up to the outer door with a chain and a padlock, chaining the door shut.

"Hello Ronald" Theo says. Later, Sam, Dean and Theo 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" Dean says.

"I don't know this was gonna happen, Dean"

"Just let us do the talking. I don't think he likes you very much, Agent Johnson" Theo says. In the Main Hall of the bank, holding up a key.

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

"Hey, buddy. Calm down. Just calm down" Theo says.

"What the-You! Get on the floor, now" Ronald says, pointing the gun at the three.

"Okay, we're doing that. Just don't shoot anybody, especially us" Dean says, as the three kneel on the ground.

"I knew it. As soon as you three left. You aint FBI. Who are you? Who are you working for, huh? The men and I guess woman in black? You working for the Mandroid?"

"We're not working for the Manroid!" Sam shouts.

"You, shut up! I aint talking to you. I don't like you" Theo huffs a laugh and Dean gives Sam an' I told you so' look' "Fair enough" Ronald turns to one of the hostages.

"Get on 'em. Frisk them down, make sure they got no weapons on them. Go!" A middle-aged black man goes over to Sam, Dean and Theo and frisks them; he finds two knives in Dean and Theo's boots.

"Now what have we here?"

"Oh my, how did that get in there?" Theo says, smiling sheepishly.

"We're not just gonna walk in here naked!" Dean shouts on Sam's look. Ronald takes the knives.

"Get back there" he tells the hostage and drops the knives in the deposit box. They clatter.

"No, no, no, no, no!" The twins say in unison and wince.

"We know you don't want to hurt anybody. That's exactly what's gonna happen if you keep waving that cannon around, and why don't you let these people go?" Dean says.

"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" Dean says and Theo nods.

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

"Come here" Theo says.

"What? No"

"You're holding the gun, boss, you're calling the shots. I just want to tell you something" Ronald approaches cautiously and leans in "It's the bank manager"

"What?" Ronald asks.

"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" Dean says.

"Like I'm gonna listen to you. You're a damn liar" Theo stands cautiously, hands out "I'll shoot you! Get down!"

"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" There is a short pause "Look at me, man. I believe you. You're not crazy. There really is something inside this bank" Dean and Sam look at her as if she is crazy.

"All right. You come with me. But everyone else gets in the vault!" The other hostages gasp and cry. Later, Ronald ushers the hostages, including Sam and Dean, into the vault "Come on, move, move! Move, move!" Ronald turns to Theo "And you lock it up" Theo starts moving the heavy door shut.

"It's okay, everyone. Just stay close" She shrugs at Sam and Dean in apology; Dean swallows unhappily and Sam frowns at her; Theo slams the door shut.

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