"So, you're a safe-shifter." Dean said, getting his bearings together, "Though, I gotta ask, why Henry?"
"He was someone you would trust." The safe-shifter explained, " Someone you wouldn't suspect. And with the recent string of people rising from the dead, seeing him wouldn't be a complete shock. It was just a matter of touching a piece of you to get memories of him. Now, I can show the others what I can do."
"What does that mean?" Mary asked.
"My parents are members of the London chapterhouse," The shape shifter explained, letting an accent slip though, "My mother was tricked by a safe-shifter, nine months later, I came along. They hid me until I could control my form, and then they were able to keep it a secret, until during my training I accidently cut myself with a sliver knife. I had to flee for my life, but that doesn't mean I can't carry on our good work."
"And sneaking into our place helps you with that how?" Dean replied.
"Doing what they seem unwilling to do." The shifter explained, pulling the knife out of Samuel, "You're a disgrace to the memory of the real Henry Winchester. You all are. That's why I'm going to purge the world of loose cannons and imbeciles like you. No more Armageddons because your brash, self-involved choices!"
Dean and Mary charged the shifter, both pulling out sliver knives. Mary got a stab in, but the shifter grabbed her arm and pulled it from its socket. Seeing her down, Dean ran over to her.
"See, Dean this is exactly what I'm talking about." He said, picking up the gun next to Samuel, who let out a groan. "You could've probably took me on yourself but the minute Mummy got hurt you ran to her, giving me a chance to-" He fired the gun, shooting Dean in the leg.
Dean fell to ground, trying to grab his leg. The shifter stood over, ready to shot Dean dead when a loud bang came from nearby. The shifter turned around to see Castiel standing in the door way at the head of the stairs.
"Damn." The shifter cursed, before turning back to Dean. I'll deal with him in a minute.
However Cas was faster, running down the stairs and putting his blade through the shifter's heart. He first fell to his knees and then to the ground, dead.
After everyone who needed it was healed, they decided the best thing was to let Samuel go, telling him never to contact any of them again, then called Mick to ask him to send somebody to deal with the dead shaft shifter body.
When Dean opened the door he was two rather sift-looking men in nice suites, one with dark hair, one with blonde hair. "Dean Winchester?" The dark-haired one asked, in an English accent.
"Yeah," Dean replied, "Let me guess, you're here about the body."
The dark-haired man nodded, "Where is it?"
"Right here." He said, gesturing to body, wrapped tightly in a blue trap.
The man walked in and picked up the body at either end.
"Do us a favor and next time, just tell us where you think they are and we'll go get them ourselves." Dean said, "And train your people better."
"Sure," The blonde one said, clearly brushing Dean off.
Realizing it was no use arguing with them, Dean just locked the door when they left and went to check on the others. He found Mary sitting at one of the tables, holding something in her hand, looking down at something on the table.
As he got closer he realized what they were. "Mom, what are doing with Sam's birth certificate?" He asked, "And white-out?"
"Changing Sam's name." Mary answered, "I can't believe I would ever name one of my children after that ...man."
Dean gently took the hand holding the white-out. "Maybe we should wait until we find Sam and ask him, first," He said, gently guiding it away from the paper, "Plus, I think there's some like, legal proceedings you have to go through."
"Was everything you said, true?" Mary asked, "Did he really sell you out a demon?"
"Who then tried to feed us to ghouls." Dean replied, nodding.
"How could he do that you?" Mary responded, rubbing her face wearily, "You must be disgusted with me for trusting him."
Dean leaned down so they were eye to eye. "Look, I haven't always had the best judgment when it comes to who to trust." He said, "Neither has Sam. It took me a long time to figure this out, but they only people we can trust, completely trust, are Sam, Cas, and Emma."
"Glad to see I made the list." Emma said, entering the room holding am empty glass.
"Hey," Dean said, "How's the head?"
"Fine." Emma answered, sitting down next to Mary, "Sorry about Henry."
"It's okay." Dean said, though he was still feeling a little unsteady.
"Hey, at this rate, the real one will show up sooner or later." Mary added, trying to help.
"Yeah, probably," Dean agreed, "In, ah, the meantime, you want me to tell you about the real Henry Winchester?"
"You know I do," Emma said, perking up.
"Yeah," Mary replied, "Me too."
"Okay," Dean began, "So the first time I met him..."