Chapter Two

"So what are we doing here again?" Dean asked his brother over a slice of apple pie. As usual, they were sitting at a rundown diner in the middle of Nowheresville, USA.

"Um, it looks like a shapeshifter. He's pretty sloppy, though. It should be an easy takedown. Tonight, we'll go to where he seems to be staying: an old warehouse," Sam replied as he took a sip of coffee. Dean nodded.

"When do you think that Sadie chick will show up again? It's been three months, and no sign. I thought she was here to help us. Where was she last week, when we faced that giant werewolf?" Dean said, a little miffed that he couldn't get his mind off of her. Sam smirked. He knew that this girl was making Dean all frustrated, and it was kind of funny to watch the ever-cool Dean pine over a girl after one kiss.

"I don't know. She said only when we really needed her, and we handled that well. Maybe she was just talking about super serious. And she probably figured that if it was important enough, you would've called," Sam stated. Having no reply, Dean went to the simplest form of rebuke: he stuck his tongue out.

"Really? You are five, aren't you?"

"Yeah, whatever. Let's do some background stuff." Dean threw a ten down on the table and shrugged on his leather jacket. Sam chuckled and stood up as Dean started to walk towards the motel. Suits and FBI badges, here we come.

Three Hours Later

"Okay, so basically, we learned what we already know. Jim Sanders was fine when he was at work, but once he got home, he seemed different. He put the kids to bed, killed the wife and went back to the warehouse. The neighbor saw him leave the house, and she heard the youngest boy scream. She walks into the house and saw the dead wife," Sam recited as Dean loosened his tie and sat down on the bed.

"You're missing one thing. The local deputy is missing, so Mr. Copycat probably has him." Sadie came out of the bathroom and leaned against a wall. Dean did a double-take and leapt to his feet.

"H-hi Sadie. Couldn't stay away?" Dean said, trying to remain smooth.

"I'm not an expert on the whole cool-guy guide, but I'm pretty sure that you can't recover from a stutter," Sadie replied confidently. "So, let's get down to business. I heard about this shapeshifter."

"Why are you here for this one? We have had much bigger cases in the past months, but you show up for the easy shapeshifter case?" Sam asked inquisitively.

"I have my sources, and they say that this has a very big danger mark next to it. Don't ask me why, but apparently you need me for this." Sam contemplated this and responded with a question.

"Who are your sources?" Sadie pretended to zip her lips shut and lock them as a response.

"Now let's get to work. How are you planning on taking this thing? Surround it? Decoy? Whats the word, you little turd?" Sadie said with a wink towards Dean.

"Uh… we were just planning on going in, guns blazing. This was supposed to be our easy case," Dean said.

"Okay, if you feel like dying, then that's the perfect plan! Now, if you feel like waking up alive tomorrow, let's go over the actual plan. I brought some of my favorite silver swords, take your favorite. Oh, don't give me that look, Dean! I brought some silver bullets too. Take your pick. Now, I'll be in the background, watching out for situations. Technically, I'm not supposed to interfere unless you are put in the position when you are at the risk of dying. Sam will be going in the back way, and Dean will be decoy. While the shapeshifter is going after Dean, Sam will stick it. Now, remember; just because you have me as backup doesn't mean you can be careless. I'm not perfect, but I'm damn near close," Sadie finished off with a deadly glare at both of them. "We move out at 8. Get some rest." She yelled over her shoulder as she exited the motel. Dean shrugged and smiled.

"I told you, hot and commanding. Kind of a bitch. Anyway, I'm going to take a nap."

Someday, those two are going to kill each other. Sam smiled and closed his eyes.