The Same Day

Sam POV:

"I don't know Dean, is there even a case here anymore? There haven't been any murders in almost a week. Maybe he took off?" I said. We were in the motel room looking over the case for the thousandth time.

"Come on Sam, all we need is one lead. We've never backed down from a case just because things got quiet for a while. We are so close!" Dean says loudly from across the room. We had a board on the wall with the map of Seattle tacked to it. We were putting the pins on a physical map rather than a digital one. But even then, there wasn't much of a pattern.

"Check this out." Dean says. He was staring at the map with his eyebrows drawn together. I get up from the table and walk towards him and the board.

"What is it?" I ask from beside him. I cross my arms as I look at the map.

"Lines. There are two lines that cross right here." Dean drags his finger down two streets. They intersect. There were 4 businesses stretched along one street, and two single murders on the other street. But none of the other killings follow the lines.

"Could it just be a coincidence? There aren't any other signs of a pattern." I say. Dean looks at me with an eyebrow raised.

"When has there ever been a coincidence in our line of work?" Dean replies. I audibly sigh and shake my head. Dean crosses his arms.

"Never." I answer. We both turn to look at the map again, to see if there was anything we were missing. The lines were the only thing that resembled a pattern.

Only seconds after I answered, the police scanner on the table began going off. Both Dean and I turned our heads in its direction. Something urgent had happened. I walked over to the table and picked up the small device.

"We've got a code 10 at an apartment building on the outer edge of the city, with a possible 40. One death that we know of. Suspect has been contained." a woman's voice said. That peaked our interest. The voice continued to name off two street names that the building was on the corner of.

"Homicide." Dean says behind me. I turned to look at him with my eyebrows raised. "Looks like things aren't so quiet anymore." Dean says with a smirk.

"It might have nothing to do with the case, Dean. We don't know anything yet." I say. Things were so quiet for so long. Why the silence? Then it just starts up again? Dean walks over to the map on the wall. He traces two streets until they intersect. and stabs a red pin in the center of the X.

"Or it might have everything to do with the case. Get dressed, we're gonna go check it out." he says while reaching for his fake FBI uniform. I walk over to the map. My eyes grew wide as I realized the place where the most recent murder was, was in the dead center of the lines from before.

"Agents Brooks and McKenzie, FBI." I say as we walk into the large apartment. Dean and I flash our badges to the cops in the room. Police officers were starting to roll out the crime scene tape. Yellow evidence cards littered the floor, marking every sign of the struggle.

"Agents, this way." A scrawny looking cop says from across the living room. His short dark hair and pale skin made him look more frail than he was. Dean and I stepped around the puddle of blood that formed around the body. "This is Kathleen Warren. Fifty-three years old, married, mother of one. This morning, she was stabbed 6 times in the abdomen with a kitchen knife." the officer says. He gestures to a knife covered in blood on the floor near the body. We all crouch down to get a closer look.

"That's overkill. Are we looking at someone with a close relationship with her?" Dean asks while pointing to the stab wounds.

"Definitely. The only evidence we can find is DNA matching the husband. Its all over the place. His skin under her nails, his bloody fingerprints on the body and the knife, you name it. But the most damning evidence is the security camera footage." The officer explains.

"We are going to need to see that." I say. The officer nods. We all stand up from our positions on the floor.

"Of course. Right this way agents." he answers. He gestures to the computer on the other side of the room and begins walking in that direction.

"Mr. Warren was the one to call 911. But when first responders got here he was extremely upset. Upon seeing this footage he was immediately arrested and brought in for questioning." the officer continues. He opens up a video and presses play.

The video showed Mrs. Warren in the kitchen cooking something. There wasn't any sound. Then Mr. Warren comes in and grabs a knife. The two exchange a few words. Mrs. Warren looks terrified. She begins to run towards the living room. She doesn't get far, once she's halfway across the room she trips on a rug. Mr. Warren climbs on top of her and begins to stab her, over and over. And if that wasn't sickening enough, after she is dead, Mr. Warren looks up at the camera. His eyes were a glowing white, he smiles and winks at the camera before walking off frame.

"Can we um, get a copy of this?" I ask. I clear my throat, trying to get that image out of my head. Dean gives me a knowing look. The eyes. They were glowing.

"What do you make of the lens flare with his eyes?" Dean asks the officer.

"We are thinking it has something to do with the cameras the security companies are producing. We are still looking into it." he offers. Dean and I just nod as an answer.

"Is it possible for us to get a copy of this?" I ask him. I point to the computer screen, which is paused on that sick smile. the officer just nods as he walks off to what I assume is getting us a copy.

"So we're definitely thinking its a shapeshifter." Dean points out. "It's just; he went from killing multiple people within a couple of days, to waiting almost a whole week without a single drop of blood spilt. There is no rhyme or reason with this guy."

"I don't know, Dean. This one's tricky." I say. The officer from before comes around the corner with a CD in hand.

"Here you are, Agents. This is the entire footage from the past few days. There isn't any audio unfortunately. But this should show you anything you might need to see." he explains. We all have to take a step back to get out of the way for the coroner to take the body out of the apartment. The black body bag rolled by on a gurney. Dean and I said a quick thank you to the officer and turned to leave.

I duck under the police tape stretched across the door and Dean follows suit. The hallway was full of other officers and the people in charge of cleaning up crime scenes.

"What if theres something more that we're missing here?" Dean says as he crosses under the tape. He was right. There is much more to this story than we know. There was a girl in the hallway that was staring at the scene with a concerned look on her face.

I get her attention and begin questioning her. She doesn't know much because she stays to herself but she knows the Warrens. Her blue eyes were looking around nervously. I mean, who wouldn't be nervous after your neighbor was murdered right across the hall?

"-almost like he's a different person?" I hear Dean say next to me. He didn't actually say that, right? I look at him in disbelief. The girl continues to tell us about how the Warrens had been fighting lately. That's going to make it easy for the police to pin this on him. Dean hands her one of his fake cards and tells her to call if she can think of anything else. Then the girl asks something that I had not been expecting.

"…The security camera video, did it have the same camera flare as the others?" she asks. Dean and I are taken aback at first but after a second I tell her the same excuse the police officer told us earlier. She seemed to believe it.

"If you don't mind me asking ma'am, why do you ask about the camera flares?" I ask her.

"They've been on the news. No one else seems to know why they are showing up, just thought I'd ask." she says.

Dean and I walked away and as soon as we were out of sight I stop him.

"Dude! What the hell was that?" I ask him.

"What?!" Dean asks.

"'Has Mr. Warren been acting differently lately, almost like he's another person?'" I mock. "You might as well have asked her, 'Do you think he was actually a shapeshifter wearing his face?'" I continue.

"It didn't make any difference! We had to ask somehow!" Dean defends. I sigh in defeat.

"I know that, you just could have been more subtle. Just be careful how you say things." I argue. Dean just nods as we wait forever for the elevator to arrive.