A possible scene inside the bank during "Nightshifter". Hmm, looks like Sam and Dean are sharing a brown plaid shirt.

Not On Dean's List

"Dean, the SWAT team's here," Sam said peeking between the blinds of the City Bank of Milwaukee. They both looked up when they heard a helicopter fly overhead, "and a chopper too."

Dean looked around the deserted bank's main lobby. "The crap has definitely hit the fan Sammy." The routine recon for a shapeshifter had definitely gone down the toilet when they ended up smack in the middle of the shapeshifter's attempt to rob the bank. Cops, a SWAT team and a helicopter weren't on Dean's list of Things To Piss Off Today. They walked into the bank manager's office and Sam pulled out his research from the bottom of a toolbox. Dean grabbed the crime scene photos and spread them out on the manager's desk, "okay you said that they had found the shapeshifter's cast-offs in the mechanical room in the last 3 banks."

"Yeah," replied Sam flipping through the papers, he separated out the corresponding paperwork and laid the sheets on top of the photos, "their DNA results indicate one person but the analysis of the cast-offs indicates three people. The CSI's and cops don't know what to make of it."

"Where's Grissom when you need him?"

"I'd prefer Calleigh."

He gaped at Sam for a moment and then agreed with him, "you've got a point there." Dean walked over to the window, glanced outside, turned around and ran his fingers through his hair and growled in frustration, "one of those people in the vault has to be the shapeshifter."

"Okay, but which one Dean? It isn't like we can go in there and say 'Alright, who's the shapeshifter?' and expect it to wave its hand and say 'Here I am'.'"

Dean glared at him, "you're forgetting St. Louis Sam. That thing kept us alive so that it could do the 'Vulcan mind meld' on me. Maybe it's doing the same thing here. We have to search the building for its latest victim; unless you have a better idea."

Sam narrowed his eyes, "fine." He rolled up his paperwork, grabbed the photos and stuffed it all back into the toolbox, "but what if it isn't a bank employee? What if it's just some random customer? It wouldn't need to keep the person here." Sam took his .45 out of the toolbox, checked the clip and slid the gun into his ankle holster.

"Killjoy," Dean said while ejecting the clip from his 9mm, he double checked the silver bullets and shoved the clip back into the gun. "Well we are going with my idea for right now, so if you're ready lets go." He led the way out of the office and pushed through a door marked 'Employees Only'. They had just entered the main hallway in the back of the bank when the lights suddenly went out. "Oh, come on! Didn't they pay their light bill last month?" Dean pulled out his flashlight and switched it on.

Sam lowered his 9mm and pointed his flashlight at his brother, "the cops cut the power Dean."

"Well we'd better hurry before they start up with the bull horns and smoke grenades." Dean gestured with his gun, "lead on Sasquatch."

Sam led the way down the hallway and replied in exasperation, "Dean, I said I was sorry for calling you short."

"Now if you would just take back asking me to kill you," Dean thought as they stopped at a closed door. "Ready?" Sam nodded and he opened the first closed door of a very long night.

FIN