This chapter contains references of sh*ting and hostage situation based on the "Nightshifter" episode. Viewer discretion is advised.

In the back seat of Dean's car, I started to get out of my damn 1800s dress. Thankfully, Sam bought me some more comfortable clothing per my request (well...demand actually. After I sent the first text, I sent a second one saying that while he was at it, bring a change of clothes with him because I "wanted to get out of my dress before I wind up streaking in the graveyard because I hated wearing it").

I just hope to God the boys weren't looking at me. I've known them for quite a while and I know they wouldn't intentionally take a peak if I told them not to look.

However...in the back of my mind, I wanted Sam to take a peak at me. I wanted him to see how much I've developed since we last saw each other and not see me as a "little sister" anymore.

This was getting ridiculous. My crush on Sam started out innocently. What the hell happened? It was like my horny switch was turned on any time I was near him and a part of me felt really guilty when my mind went to those places.

"So, we got the footage," Dean said, imterrupting my thoughts, "You can take a look at it when we get back. There may be a way you could actually help since this didn't take as long as we thought it might."

"How so?" I asked.

"We know there's going to be some kind of robbery. However, we know it's going to get messy."

"Messy as in..." I trailed off.

"Cops, mostly," Sam said, "We hope that we can stop it before anyone gets hurt, but...law enforcement isn't exactly friendly to hunters a majority of the time."

"That's not the only thing they're unfriendly to," I pointed out.

After finally buttoning up my pants, I took off my dress and started to put on my favorite tank top. Changing in the back seat would've been so much easier if Dean didn't INSIST on speeding.

"So you want me to track them?" I asked, "Listen in on their scanners?"

"There was an electronics store nearby that sells communication radios," Dean said, "I know how to rewire it so you can tap into the police scans. I know it may not seem like a whole lot, but...you're still not fully ready for hunts yet."

"I can agree on that. Compared to years ago, my fighting skills have gotten a bit rusty. You are going to show me the ropes a bit, right? I don't want to wind up in a situation where I'm completely defenseless."

"Nah, we figured we'd make you the damsel in distress...the Daphne of our group," Dean said with a chuckle.

I rolled my eyes. "Ha ha, very funny. I'm serious, Dean. I'm vulnerable to demons and I need to protect myself."

Dean just chuckles. "Don't worry. It's actually a bit easier when you're in one place. We'll get everything set up at the place before we leave."

I nodded, finally getting my tank top over my head. "Okay, I'm dressed. You both can look now."

Dean looked back at me and laughed. "How do you know we haven't already?"

I scoffed and smacked Dean on the arm. "Dean Winchester, I will gouge your eyes out if you ever try to look at me while I'm changing."

Dean bursted out laughing and shook his head. "You're too easy, kid," he said, "Besides I wasn't the one taking a sneak peek. Sammy here, on the other hand..."

"Shut it, Dean," Sam interrupted.

"What? I may not be attracted to Sarah but I know she's at least pretty," Dean teased, "I wouldn't blamed you if you took a glance."

Sam huffed and smacked Dean on the arm, the same spot where I hit him. This time, the smack was more audible and Dean let out an "ow!"

"I said shut it, Dean," Sam said. He turned to look at me. "I swear, I didn't take one glance. I promise."

"N-no, I believe you," I stuttered.

He nodded and I saw him blush a bit. Thank God he wasn't questioning why I was blushing as well.

At the motel

After showing me the security footage and looking at what we're dealing with (spoiler alert: it's a shapeshifter), Sam took out a can of spray paint and began to show me how to make a trap for demons.

"I don't think this will work on the shapeshifter," Sam said, "But considering the fact that demons have been on the loose, you can never be too careful."

"Well, good to know," I said, "You both seem to have gotten quite popular with them."

"Yeah, lucky us," Dean said as he loaded a pistol. Once he finished that, he grabbed a nearby blade and began to sharpen it.

The radio was already rewired and we were able to find the police scanner. All I needed was the weapons and the marks for any possible demon raid.

"Okay, that should do it," Dean said. He then approached me and handled me a small handgun. "I figured this may be the easiest for you to start out with for the time being. You know how to use it?"

I took a look at it, looking at where the trigger was but I didn't see the safety.

"Where's the safety?"

Dean pointed to the left side of the gun and turned it over. Sure enough, there it was.

"The bullets are made of silver," Sam said, "Make sure you aim straight for the heart. If you hit it anywhere else, it'll cause a lot of pain for them, enough that they'll be screaming out 'uncle' but the heart is the kill shot for them."

"Kind of like werewolves," I said.

"Yep," Dean said, grabbing the knife he was sharpening earlier, "Also, take this just in case the bullets run out. You should have enough but just in case. Do you remember where to thrust the knife when attacking?"

I shook my head as I grabbed the knife. "I know it's a bit under the ribcage but that's about it."

Dean lifted up his shirt a bit to show where the heart will be. He pointed below his left rib area (my right, his left) and did an upward motion.

"This area, here? Go here," he said, "And make sure you go upwards so the blade hits the heart. If you go in the middle of the ribcage, you'll get the knife stuck."

"Got it."

Dean put his shirt back down and quickly grabbed all the bags, heading for the door but stopped shortly. "Oh...also..." he said.

He quickly opened up the bag and took out a box, handing it to me. I opened it up to find what looked to be a bluetooth.

"Connect it to your phone," he said, "It'll help us speak to each other without having to always pull out our cells."

"Thanks."

Both boys began to walk out the door before I stopped them. "Hey..."

They turned to look at me.

"It's just...please be careful."

Both of them nodded in understanding. "You, too," Sam said.

I put on the music radio along with the scanner. I wasn't sure how long it'll be before the police are called (if the robbery takes place) and I'll admit: waiting around is boring. Music at least helped me concentrate a bit.

Billy Joel's "The Stranger" came on, something I haven't heard in a very long time. I began to jam along a bit while I waited for an update from the scanner.

So far, nothing. Just your regular run of the mill calls regarding public disturbances like a drunk person at a bar that needed to be taken care of.

"Sarah?" a voice came from my bluetooth.

I jumped a bit from this. "Damnit, Sam, you scared the crap out of me."

"Sorry, sorry. Just letting you know that we made it into the bank," he said, "Still no sign of the shifter."

"Okay. Nothing on the police scanner yet. I'll let you know if I hear anything."

"Thanks. Sam, out."

I sat back down on the bed and began to flip through the latest Stephen King novel I picked up. Wasn't exactly helping my nerves calm down but I didn't have anything else to do or read.

I would steal a magazine from Dean but a majority of them were porn magazines. As much as I was attracted to women as well as men (so the women wouldn't have been an issue), porn wasn't really for me. He used to have a collection of music and car magazines that I would occasionally steal when we were kids and he would always scold me for touching his stuff.

Sam and I, meanwhile, would read books and swap them when we were both finished. I wasn't sure if Sam had anything besides research material now, so I'm not going to bother checking his stash.

Eventually, I heard something from the scanner that caught my attention.

"Reports of a robbery..."

I stopped immediately and ran to the scanner, turning up to hear what was being said. I could make out the word "bank" and I knew they were talking about the bank Sam and Dean were at.

"Sam! Dean! Do you copy?" I said in the bluetooth.

"Sarah! What's up?" Dean said.

"Police are on their way! Are you and Sam okay?"

I suddenly heard gunshots in the background and the sound of yelling.

"Yeah well...we're in a pickle here, so we're kind of stuck," Sam said.

"Did the robbery start already??"

"Not exactly," Dean said among the chaos, "Those tapes we got? Guy we got it from was almost on the right track...except he thinks it's some kind of robot Terminator 2 thing."

Shit.

"EVERYONE GET DOWN AND SHUT UP!" I heard the man say.

"Sarah, we can't talk for long. Continue to give us updates through the bluetooth. Sam out."

The call cut off before I could tell them to stay on the line.

"GOD DAMNIT!" I screamed.

I slammed my fist on the table. Not even a whole week and there was already trouble. Things really never change, do they?

Well, time for a little thing called improvisation.

I quickly headed to one of the dressers. I recall motels having some kind of phone book. I prayed to God that they had the number to the bank somewhere. If I could get a hold of the conspiracy theorist on the phone, I could hopefully calm him down enough. All I just needed was his voice.

I finally found the book and the number to the bank. I quickly dialed the number and put the phone to my ear.

Busy signal.

I hung up and dialed again.

Busy signal again.

I hung up the phone and groaned in frustration.

I started to scream into the bluetooth. "Sam! Dean! If you can hear me, listen: if someone's on the bank phone, hang it up! I can calm down the guy, okay? Sarah out!"

I took the bluetooth off my ear and tried dialing again. Hopefully Sam and Dean got my message and were able to get a hold of the phone.

Finally, I heard ringing.

Please pick up. Please pick up. Oh God, please pick up.

Finally, I heard someone pick up.

"STOP CALLING ME OKAY! THIS IS AN IMPORTANT MISSION!"

NOW!

I quickly cleared my mind and began to manifest calmness to the voice on the other end of the line. The man's mood instantly changed from one of panic and anger to calm.

I sighed in relief.

"What's your name?" I said.

I heard the man on the other end quickly breath, almost as if he was confused on how his mood changed so quickly. It's almost like he wanted to keep the panic going but I wasn't going to allow it.

"Ron..." he said.

"Ron...my name is Sarah," I said, "I'm going to need you to listen carefully. Are you listening to me?"

"Ye...yes," he said.

"Good. Ron, I know you're scared right now, and I know you want to be proven right. However, what we are dealing with is VERY dangerous. It's not a mandroid. It's something much...darker."

"Wh-what is it?" he said, "What can be more dangerous than a mandroid?"

"Ron, you need to listen to me. I can't answer every question at the moment but just know that we're trying to keep you and everyone in this city safe. You need to put the gun down and get out of there."

His breathing got more and more heavy. Ron wanted to panic but he didn't know how. However, I felt his pride begin to grow, something I wasn't able to control.

"No...no no no. I need to get this thing," he said, "Please, Sarah. You have to understand."

I sighed. This civilian wasn't going to give up until he gets involved in some way.

"Okay...I think there may be a way to help. But do me a favor: the two men you were yelling at to shut up earlier? I need to speak to them. Now. Put them on the phone. They'll explain more once I get off the phone."

"O-okay..." Ron said.

I heard shuffling around before I heard a gasp and a collapse.

Ron's mind was exhausted after what I did. This should buy me some time to speak to Sam and Dean before he begins to get riled up again.

"Did you just...make that guy collapse?" I heard Sam say over the phone.

I chuckled. "Not really. Side effect on long distant manifestation. Look, I don't have a whole lot of time to talk, but I need you to listen to me...Ron...you need to have him on your side..."

"Whoa whoa whoa," Sam said, "Are you insane!?"

"I know, I know, but we don't have a whole lot of options here, huh? It's the only way I can keep you and Dean to check in on the bluetooth. He's not gonna stop until he gets answers. This will at least allow you guys to find the shifter."

Sam sighed in frustration. I couldn't see him right now but I could tell he was probably rolling his eyes.

"Fine," he said, "But I think this is a horrible idea."

I chuckled. "You've made that perfectly clear. Just keep it moving. I'm reach out if there are any other updates."

"Okay," Sam said, "And Sarah...thank you."

I smiled a bit. "No problem. Now hurry. I've been listening to the radio and they got state troopers out there waiting for everyone."

"Got it. Sam out."

I continued to listen to the scanner while putting on the TV to check the local news. Not only were the state police there, but the SWAT team, helicopters and the really hilarious part...the FBI.

Not just that, but the newscaster bought up Dean's picture talking about how he's wanted in other states.

Great to know that the Winchester boys are not just good hunters, but well known fugitives.

They are so getting an earful when they come back.

I suddenly heard a bit of static on the other end. Dean's voice tried to cut through, but thankfully I was able to hear, "Pack...now...coming...to...otel."

Rough translation: it's go time.

I quickly got out my suitcase and said a little prayer that the radio would fit in.

It did, thankfully.

I grabbed one of the duffle bags and began collecting everything in the motel room. I didn't want to leave any traces of us in here, but I knew I wasn't going to have enough time to get everything.

Dean's voice came through the bluetooth again.

"NOW!"

I grabbed the bags and ran out of the motel room. Before I did, I pulled the fire alarm and set off the sprinkler system, hoping that it will wash away the demon traps Sam and I set. I slammed the door and ran towards Dean's car.

"Open the windows!!!" I shouted.

Dean quickly opened one of the back windows and I threw the duffle bag in there before opening up the car door, throwing my suitcase in the back seat and letting myself in.

Once I shut the door, Dean sped off. I tilted my head back and tried to catch my breath. I did what I could to get my adrenaline rush to stop but the blood did not want to stop pumping.

Suddenly, I found myself laughing.

"What's so funny?" Sam asked, looking at me.

I looked at him and gave him a small smirk. I may have been laughing, but my God...I was pissed.

"So...when were you both going to tell me that you are wanted fugitives?"