I don't own Supernatural or any of it's characters. I only own Isabeau and my own original characters.
Isabeau stands at the counter of the jewelry store, pushing up her fake, black thick-framed glasses as she looks at the contents inside the display case. She was dressed in her FBI apparel and instead of heels she went with dress shoes.
"Oh, look at that one." Skylar comments next to her, pointing at one of the rings that caught her eye. Skylar was wearing her own FBI apparel; a slate gray trench coat, black turtleneck sweater, black dress pants and black ankle boot heels.
Isabeau leans over to take a look at the ring and hums, "Definitely your style."
Skylar and her share a smile. Isabeau asked Skylar if she wanted to tag along with the three of them, seeing as she was only a couple towns over, finishing up her own hunt. Skylar of course took up Isabeau's offer and was now helping them.
An attractive young woman, Frannie, comes out of the back with some papers in her hand, "So what's it like, being FBI women?"
Skylar and Isabeau look up to face her as she speaks. Isabeau raises a brow and as Skylar gives her a kind smile, "Well… it's dangerous. And the secrets we've gotta keep, oh. God, the secrets. But mostly it's, it's lonely."
Frannie nods, "I so know what you mean."
Skylar nods sagely, "Yeah."
Isabeau rolls her eyes and nudges Skylar, giving her a look. Skylar always had a habit of having a little fun with the FBI bit.
Skylar shrugs, winking at Isabeau.
Elsewhere in the store; Sam and Dean, are also dressed in suits. Sam with slicked hair, is interrogating the manager, a middle aged man.
"Helena was our head buyer. She… she was family, you know? She said it herself, every year at the Christmas party. She said we were the only family she had." The Manager says, walking behind one of the display cases.
"So there were never any signs that she'd do something like this?" Sam asks.
The Manager shakes his head, "No. Still can't believe it, even now. That night, Helena came back to the store after closing. Cleaned out all the display cases, and the safe. Edgar — our night watchman — he caught her in the act. He didn't know what to do, he'd known her for years. He called me at home."
Dean furrows his brow, "And that's when she took his gun?"
"She shot him in the face. I heard him die. Over the phone." The Manager says.
Sam narrows his eyes, "Any idea what her motive could have been?"
The Manager shakes his head, "What motive? It makes no sense. Why steal all those diamonds, all that jewelry, and then what? Just dump it somewhere, just hide it, and then go home and…"
"She killed herself?" Isabeau asks, leaning against the case.
"Well, the cops said. She dropped the hair dryer in the bath and fried herself. They should know, right?" Frannie asks.
Skylar and Isabeau exchange a look. "Yeah. Well, thanks, Frannie, I think that's all we need." Skylar says.
Frannie blinks rapidly, looking back and forth between the two women, "Really? Because I've got more. You know," She looks around slyly, "If you both wanted to interview me sometime. In private?"
Isabeau purses her lips and Skylar's eyes widen at the implication that Frannie wanted to have a night of fun with both her and Isabeau.
Isabeau sits up from the case and glances over at Sam and Dean, "Yeah, uh, we're flattered Frannie, really, we are, but um…"
"We're both sort of taken at the moment." Skylar finishes, wrapping an arm around Isabeau's waist, pulling her close. Isabeau smiles sheepishly at Frannie, playing along with Skylar.
Frannie's face falls at the two's interaction, "Oh."
Dean rubs his face, "So you never saw the security camera footage yourself, then?"
The Manager shakes his head, "No. The police, they took all the tapes, first thing."
"Yeah, of course they did." Isabeau says as her and Skylar approach.
Sam and Dean look back and their eyes instantly look down at Skylar's arm that was still wrapped around Isabeau.
More and more, both Sam and Dean were getting used to members of Isabeau's coven popping in and out, helping with hunts. In a way it was nice, having an extra set of hands helping them out here and there.
They were also getting used to Isabeau being affectionate with her coven members in front of them; hugging, little touches that they caught and of course, kisses. Not like kisses on the cheek or temple, but on the lips.
At first it was weird to see their girlfriend kiss her coven members in front of them, but at this point, they were used to it and wouldn't bat an eyelash at the exchange. And they didn't want to admit it, but as time went by, they found it interesting and found themselves actually looking forward to Isabeau and her coven's relationship.
Dean smiles and nods at Isabeau and Skylar.
Leaving the jewelry store, Sam, Isabeau, Skylar and Dean drive down a dark street and pull up in front of a small house.
"Five - this is it." Sam states as Dean shuts off the engine.
Dean sighs, "Friggin' cops." He opens his door.
Isabeau gives him a look from the backseat where she was sitting with Skylar, "They're just doing their job, Dean."
Dean fully gets out with everyone else doing the same, "No, they're doing our job, only they don't know it, so they suck at it. Talk to me about this bank."
They all get out of the car and approach the house, Isabeau and Skylar walking in between Dean and Sam.
Skylar huffs, "Uh, Milwaukee National Trust. It was hit about a month ago."
Dean looks over at her, "Same M.O. as the jewelry store?"
Skylar nods, "Yep, inside job, longtime employee, the never-in-a-million-years type. Dude robs the bank, then goes home and supposedly commits suicide."
"The guy Resnick, he was the security guard on duty?"
Sam nods, adding in, "Yeah. He was actually beaten unconscious by the teller who heisted the place."
"God." Dean says.
"Yeah." Sam agrees.
Isabeau knocks on the screen door, "Mr. Resnick? Ronald Resnick?" She calls out.
A bright flood light turns on, and they shield their eyes.
"Son of a-" Dean trails off.
A youngish man comes to the door warily.
"FBI, Mr. Resnick." Isabeau blinks, trying to get her eyesight back in focus.
"Let me see the badge." Ronald asks on the other side of the door.
Sam, Isabeau, Skylar and Dean pull out badges and slap them against the screen door in unison.
Ronald squints at them carefully, "I already gave my statement to the police."
They all put their badges away while Dean speaks, "Yeah, listen Ronald, um… just some things about your statement we wanted to get some clarification on."
"You read it?" Ronald asks.
Dean smiles, "Sure did."
Ronald points to himself, "You come to listen to what I've got to say?"
Skylar nods, "Well, that's why we're here."
Ronald stares at them for a moment, then nods, "Well… Come on in."
Ronald opens the door and leads them through a narrow hallway to a cluttered room; the walls are covered with alien photos and conspiracy theory paraphernalia.
"None of the cops ever called me back. Not after I told them what was really going on. Uh, they all thought I was crazy. First off, Juan Morales never robbed the Milwaukee National Trust, okay? That, I guarantee." Ronald explains.
Skylar and Isabeau look at each other, mouthing 'Wow' to each other and look at everything on the walls together.
"See, we and Juan were friends. He used to come back to the bank on my night shifts, and we'd play cards." Ronald continues.
Isabeau glances over, "So you let him into the bank that night, after hours."
"The thing I let into the bank… wasn't Juan. I mean, it had his face, but it wasn't his face." Ronald says and all four of them share a look.
Ronald grabs a couple of papers, "Uh, every detail was perfect, but too perfect, you know, like if a dollmaker made it, like I was talking to a big Juan-doll."
"A Juan-doll?" Sam says doubtfully.
"Look. This wasn't the only time this happened. Okay?" Ronald hands Sam a file folder, "There was this jewelry store, too. And the cops, a-and you guys, you just won't see it!"
Sam looks in the folder with Isabeau looking over; it looks like a Hunter's profile of the jewelry case.
"Both crimes were pulled by the same thing." Ronald tells them.
Isabeau shoves her hands in her coat pockets, "What's that, Mr. Resnick?"
Ronald picks up a copy of a magazine called 'Fortean Times' and holds it to his chest. The headline at the bottom reads 'BIRTH OF THE CYBERMEN'.
He points at it, "Chinese've been working on 'em for years. And the Russians before that. Part men, part machine. Like the Terminator. But the kind that can change itself, make itself look like other people."
Dean smirks, "Like the one from T2." Sam and Skylar give Dean a look and the smile on his face falters. Isabeau just shakes her head fondly at Dean.
Ronald points at Dean, "Exactly! See, so not just a robot, more of a, a, a, a… Mandroid."
Skylar nods slowly, "A Mandroid?"
"And what makes you so sure about this, Ronald?" Dean asks.
Ronald holds up a finger, smiling a little wildly.
Ronald inserts a VHS tape labeled 'M.N.T. Camera 4 - Juan' into a player. "See, I made copies of all the security tapes. I knew once the cops got them they'd be buried."
Dean nods from his spot on the couch; Isabeau sitting in between him and Sam and Skylar sitting on the other side of Sam.
"Here." Ronald fast-forwards the tape, "Now watch. Watch. Watch him, watch, watch! See, look! Th-, th-, there it is!"
He pauses the tape, "You see? He's got the laser eyes."
The videotape shows Juan, facing the camera, with a light-flare in his eyes. The four share a knowing look; a shapeshifter. What a coincidence that Skylar is helping them on this case, Isabeau thought to herself.
Ronald looks back at the tape with a wild smile, "Cops said it was some kind of reflected light. Some kind of 'camera flare'. Okay? Ain't no damn camera flare. They say I'm a post-trauma case. So what? Bank goes and fires me, it don't matter!"
Sam eyes him cautiously as he continues to rant, "The Mandroid is, is still out there. The law won't hunt this thing down - I'll do it myself."
Isabeau and Skylar look at each other, they've heard that before from humans and it always ended badly.
"You see, this thing, it, it, it kills the real person, makes it look like a suicide, then it sorta, like, morphs into that person. Cases the job for a while until it knows the take is fat, and then it finds its opening. Now, these robberies, they're, they're grouped together."
Ronald gestures at a map on the wall, "So I figure the Mandroid is holed up somewhere in the middle, underground, maybe. I dunno, maybe that's where it recharges its, uh, Mandroid batteries."
Dean nods, apparently impressed. Isabeau and Skylar bite their lips, knowing he hit the nail right on the head; except for the mandroid part.
Sam stares intently, "Okay." They all stand.
Sam continues, "I want you to listen very carefully. Because I'm about to tell you the God's honest truth about all of this."
Dean smiles, waiting to see what Sam says. Isabeau and Skylar look up at him, curious to what he's about to say.
"There's no such thing as Mandroids. There's nothing evil or inhuman going on out there. Just people. Nothing else, you understand?" Sam tells Ronald.
Isabeau and Skylar nod, agreeing with Sam. As hybrids, they mostly kept their own identity secret from humans. Only a select few knew what they were.
Dean is mostly keeping a straight face, but is clearly startled. He starts to say something.
"The laser eyes." Ronals says desperately.
"Just a camera flare, Mr. Resnick. See, I know you don't want to believe this. But your friend Juan robbed the bank and that's it." Sam explains.
Ronald points toward the door, "Get out of my house! Now!" He exclaims.
"Sure. First things first." Sam says calmly.
Dean frowns at Sam in further confusion. Isabeau just raises a brow at Sam as he continues on his FBI bit. She feels heat pooling in her stomach. Again, a uniform really did something to her.
Isabeau, Skylar, Sam and Dean return to their motel room, which has the obligatory tacky wall decorations. All of them dressed in ordinary clothing again.
Dean stands in front of one of the walls with details on the hunt, "Man, that has got to be the kicker, straight up. I mean, you tell that poor son of a bitch that - what did you say, 'remand' the tapes that he copied? 'Classified evidence of an ongoing investigation?'
Dean laughs, "That's messed up." Dean sits down at the table next to Skylar and Isabeau.
Sam sits down to watch the tape, "What are you, pissed at me or something?" Sam turns to him.
Dean shrugs, setting down his can of beer, "Nah, I just think it's a little creepy how good of a Fed you are. I mean, come on, we could have at least thrown the guy a bone. He did some pretty good legwork here."
Isabeau rolls her eyes and walks up to Sam, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning into him from behind, "Oh, don't listen to him." Isabeau leans into his ear and whispers, "I thought it was pretty sexy, Love."
Sam thickly swallows at Isabeau's comment as she kisses his cheek. Isabeau looks over her shoulder and scoffs, "And besides, Dean. Mandroid?" She smiles, giving him a look.
Dean pauses, "Except for the Mandroid part. I liked him. He's not that different from you, Skylar, Sam and me. People think we're crazy."
Skylar crosses her arms, "Yeah, except he's not a hunter, Dean. He's just a guy who stumbled onto something real. If he were to go up against this thing he'd get torn apart. Better to stay in the dark, and stay alive."
Dean purses his lips at her, "Yeah, I guess."
Dean places tracing paper over the map and starts marking it with a red pen as Sam pauses the tape on the flaring eyes, "Shapeshifter. Just like back in St. Louis. Same retinal reaction to video."
"Eyes flare at the camera. I hate those friggin' things." Dean comments.
"Hey!" Skylar says offended.
Dean chuckles nervously, "Obviously not you, Sky." Dean calls her by her nickname. "You and Isabeau's entire coven are the exception."
Skylar nods with a chuckle, "I'm just fucking with you, Dean. Seriously, any shapeshifter that's not my family, I hate too."
Sam looks over, holding onto one of Isabeau's hands, "There's more than one shapeshifter in your family?"
Skylar nods and Isabeau explains, "Her mother, Tara, is a shapeshifter, along with the youngest brother, Harris, who is a year older than Dion. But her father, Holden, and the second oldest brother, Jacobe, are both natural born witches."
"All of us in the coven are the first born in our family; all hybrids while some of us who have siblings, either are natural witches or whatever supernatural creature our mothers are." Skylar explains.
Skylar then shrugs, "But I mean it, hate shapeshifters all you like. A lot of them are complete dicks."
Sam looks back at the TV, "We're all on the same page then."
Dean nods, "Yeah, well, one didn't turn into you and frame you for murder." Dean is tracing a pattern on paper of the sewer system.
Sam licks his lips, "Well, look. If this shifter's anything like the one we killed in Missouri…"
"Then Ronald was right." Dean concludes. "All right, they like to layer up underground, preferably the sewer. And all the robberies have been connected so far, right?"
"Yeah." Isabeau agrees.
"With the, uh, sewer main layout." Dean points to the map and Skylar leans over to look.
"There's one more bank lined up on that same sewer main." Dean says.
A security guard leads Sam and Dean, now uniformed as Securiserve Guard Service technicians, down the main hall of the City Bank of Milwaukee.
"Well, we haven't had any flags go up on our system yet." The guard tells them.
Dean shakes his head, "No, this is a glitch in the overall grid. We just want to make sure the branch monitors are kosher."
Sam and Dean notice the lights slightly flickering above them, and small tendrils electricity sparking out, following the brothers. Nobody else seems to notice.
"Well, better to be safe than sorry, I guess." The security guard says.
Dean nods, glancing at Sam, "That's the plan."
The guard opens the door to an observation room with several TV screens showing security footage, "All righty. You guys need anything else?" The guard asks them.
"Oh, no, no, we'll be, uh, we'll be in and out before you know it, just a routine check." Sam reassures him.
The guard smiles at them, "Okie-dokie." He walks out of the room and closes the door, leaving Sam and Dean alone.
A couple sparks of electricity crackle in a nearby outlet. A bigger spark of electricity flies out from it and in a flash, Isabeau and Skylar are standing next to Sam and Dean, both dressed in their normal clothing.
Isabeau looks over at her boyfriends with a grin, "I like him. He says 'Okie-dokie.'"
Sam smiles, shaking his head at her, "What if he's the shifter?"
Isabeau shrugs, "Well, then we follow him home, put a silver bullet through his chestplate."
They all go to sit down to watch the screens. Isabeau notices that there are only three chairs that were now occupied by Sam, Skylar and Dean.
Skylar reaches out and pulls Isabeau into her lap. Sam and Dean watch as Skylar wraps her arms around Isabeau's waist as the two girls watch the video footage.
Sam and Dean understood that Isabeau never really got to see her coven, so they didn't say anything about them two of them being intimate. They especially didn't say anything when they heard Isabeau's moans coming from the room next to them the night before.
When Skylar first came to them, Isabeau and her had a night alone together in Skylar's motel room. The brothers obviously knew what was happening in that room, the walls were very thin.
Both brothers didn't know why, but the thought of Isabeau having sex with her coven didn't bother them, in fact, they felt the complete opposite.
Dean leans back, pushing back his thoughts for now, "Okay. Well, you got any popcorn?" He jokes.
Later, they're still reviewing the screens; the guard is on one, and his eyes are normal. Isabeau places her hands on top on Skylar's, "Well, it looks like mister okie-dokie is… okie-dokie."
"Maybe we jumped the gun on this, guys. I mean, we don't even know it's here." Sam says.
"Mm-hmm." Skylar says distracted.
Isabeau shrugs as she stands up from Skylar's lap to stretch her legs, "Maybe we should just go back to the sewers and… and…" She trails off.
Skylar is zooming one of the cameras in on the ass of an attractive young woman who is bending over.
Isabeau presses her lips into a thin line and wacks the back of Skylar's head, "Skylar, we're supposed to be looking for eyes. Do you have to look at every good looking ass that comes your way?"
Dean smacks her own ass for that comment, "Watch your words, sweetheart."
Isabeau chuckles, leaning over to place a kiss on his lips, "Don't worry, yours and Sam's asses are way better." Isabeau winks over at Sam who smiles a little.
Skylar rolls her eyes fondly at the exchange between the three of them, "I'm getting there."
"Oh yeah?" Isabeau raises a brow.
Skylar's small smile drops and she leans forward, "Wait a minute."
On another screen, a middle-aged man turns towards the camera; his eyes flare. "Hello, freak." Skylar says with a smirk.
"Got him." Sam says.
Sam and Skylar head for the door, but Dean and Isabeau linger behind, looking at another screen.
"Sam. Sky." Dean says, stopping both in their tracks.
Sam turns, "What?"
They watch as Ronald scurries up to the outer door with a chain and a padlock, chaining the door shut.
Isabeau places her hands on her hips, "Hello, Ronald."
Ronald runs inside and down the stairs. He has an assault rifle, and he brandishes it and fires once as he gets to the bottom of the stairs.
"This is not a robbery! Everybody on the floor now!" Ronald screams out.
Ronald fires again into the air, and people begin screaming and ducking for cover.
"Get down, dammit! Come on! On the floor, on the floor! In the middle! On the floor in the middle! In the middle, on the floor, come on! Hurry up, come on!"
Dean, Isabeau, Skylar and Sam walk down a hallway towards the main hall; a few panicked people brush past them, running the other way.
"And you said we shouldn't bring guns." Dean says to Sam.
"I didn't know this was gonna happen, Dean." Sam says in defense.
"Just let me do the talking. I don't think he likes you very much, Agent Johnson." Dean says.
"Got a point." Isabeau comments.
Ronald holds up a key, "Now, there's only one way in or out of here, and I chained it up. So nobody's leaving, do you understand?"
Dean enters with the others behind him, "Hey, buddy. Calm down. Just calm down." The four raise their hands in defense.
Skylar looks over at Isabeau and then at the hostages. Her and Isabeau couldn't risk using any of their powers to get out of this situation.
Ronald looks at the four of them in utter shock, "What the- You! Get on the floor, now."
The four follow his orders, "Okay, we're doing that. Just don't shoot anybody, especially us." Dean tells him.
"I knew it. As soon as you four left. You ain't FBI. Who are you? Who are you working for, huh? The men in black?"
Isabeau and Skylar stare at him deadpan as Dean blinks and Sam scoffs at Ronald's comment.
"You working for the Mandroid?" Ronald asks, panicked.
"We're not working for the Mandroid!" Sam exclaims.
Ronald points at him, "You, shut up! I ain't talking to you. I don't like you."
Dean gives Sam an 'I told you so' look.
Sam nods, "Fair enough."
"Get over there. Frisk them down, make sure they got no weapons on them. Go!" Ronald points to one of the hostages.
A middle-aged black man goes over to the four of them and frisks them; he finds a knife in Dean's boot.
"Now what have we here?" Ronald steps forward.
Isabeau gives Dean a look. "I'm not just gonna walk in here naked!" Dean says in response to her.
Ronald takes the knife, "Get back there." He drops the knife in the deposit box. It clatters.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Dean winces, "We know you don't want to hurt anybody. That's exactly what's gonna happen if you keep waving that cannon around, and why don't you let these people go?"
"No! I already told you. If nobody's gonna stop this thing, then I've got to do it myself." Ronald exclaims.
"Hey, we believe you! That's why we're here." Isabeau says.
"You don't believe me. Nobody believes me! How could they?" Ronald asks her.
Dean gestures for Ronald to come to him, "Come here."
Ronald glances back at the hostages and then back at Dean, "What? No."
Dean shakes his head, "You're holding the gun, boss, you're calling the shots. I just want to tell you something. Come here."
Ronald approaches cautiously and leans in.
"It's the bank manager." Dean says quietly so only the group of them could hear.
"What?"
Dean gestures to himself and Sam, "Why do you think we've got these getups, huh? We've been monitoring the cameras in the back. We saw the bank manager. We saw his eyes."
Ronald eyes widen, "His laser eyes?"
"Yes." Dean shakes his head at his mistake, "No. No! No, look, we're running out of time, okay? We've got to find him before he changes into someone else."
Ronald shifts his gun, "Like I'm gonna listen to you. You're a damn liar."
Dean stands cautiously, hands out.
Isabeau's eyes widen at Dean's actions, "Dean!" She hisses out.
"I'll shoot you! Get down!" Ronald exclaims.
"Take me. Okay? Take me with you, take me as a hostage. But we've gotta act fast. Because the longer we just sit here the more time he has to change."
"Dean! No!" Isabeau hisses out again. Her heart was starting to race and Dean sent her a reassuring glance.
Dean looks back at Ronald, "Look at me, man. I believe you. You're not crazy. There really is something inside this bank."
"All right. You come with me." Ronald points the gun at the other hostages that gasp and cry,"But everyone else gets in the vault!"
A policeman paces outside, then goes around the corner where several police cars are waiting.
"Come on, move, move!" He calls out to the other officers.
Ronald ushers the hostages, including Sam, Isabeau and Skylar, into the vault, "Come on, move, move! Move, move!"
Ronald points the gun at Dean, "And you lock it up."
Sam, Isabeau and Skylar place themselves in front of all the hostages who scurry deeper into the vault. Isabeau plays with her rosary and Sam notices. Sam pulls Isabeau into his side, knowing that she needed some comfort.
Dean starts moving the heavy door shut, "It's okay, everyone. Just stay cool."
He shrugs at the three in apology and Sam swallows unhappily, rubbing his hand up and down Isabeau's arm.
Dean slams the door shut.
A young redhead, Sherry, stares after him, "Who is that man?"
"He's my brother." Sam says worried.
"He is so brave." Sherry says breathlessly.
Isabeau blinks, looking back at Sherry with a glare, "He's also my boyfriend."
Skylar smirks back at Sherry, "Sorry doll, better luck next time." She reaches over and grabs a hold on Isabeau's hand, giving it a squeeze.
Ronald precedes Dean into a series of offices; Dean has removed his uniform jacket to reveal his regular clothing.
"Check behind the desk." Dean orders Ronald.
As Dean checks a back room, Ronald falls, yelling. Dean comes back out, eyes darting.
Ronald is lying on the floor next to a slimy pile of skin. He screams and stands, pointing his gun at it, "What the hell is that?"
Dean turns a lamp on the pile. He crouches down and groans, "Oh, great." He pauses, "When it changes form, it sheds its old skin. So, now it could be anybody."
Ronald picks up a piece of skin and smells it, "It's so, so weird. Its robot skin is so lifelike."
"Okay, let's get something straight. It's, it's not a Mandroid. It's a shapeshifter." Dean tells him, annoyed.
"Shapeshifter?" Ronald asks.
Dean nods, "Yeah. I mean, it's human, more or less. Has human drives, you know, and in this case it's money. But it generates its own skin. It can shape it to match someone else's features, you know, taller, shorter, male-"
"So it, it, it kills someone and then takes their place." Ronald guesses.
Dean shrugs, "Kills them, doesn't kill them, I don't think it really matters." He moves to the front of the desk.
Ronald gets up and points his gun at Dean, "What are you doing?"
Dean picks up a letter opener from the desk and examines it. He sighs in relief, "Nice."
He looks over at Ronald, "You remember the old werewolf stories? Pretty much came from these guys. Silver's the only thing I've seen that hurts them."
Dean strides out the door, "Come on, Ronald."
Ronald grimaces at the skin, then follows Dean, grinning.
Outside the bank, a helicopter, a S.W.A.T. police vehicle, and the Channel 8 News van join the scene outside.
A red car pulls up, and a middle-aged man in a suit and long coat gets out. He goes into the command van, where several other officers are seated around monitors, "How we doing?" The man, detective, asks.
A uniformed officer is stirring a cup of coffee, "Another day in paradise."
The detective takes off his coat, "No one's come out yet?"
"This guy locked himself in. First thing he did." The officer tells him.
The detective chuckles, "All right. Cut the power."
Ronald is following Dean down a wider hallway, still chuckling.
Dean looks back at him, "What are you, nuts?"
Ronald stops, causing Dean to do so as well, "That's just it. I'm not nuts. I mean, I was so scared that I was losing my marbles. But this is real! I mean, I, I, I was right! Except for the Mandroid thing. Thank you."
Dean nods, continuing forward, "Yeah, don't mention it."
Suddenly, the power cuts out; a few emergency lights click on.
Dean looks around, frustrated, "Dammit! No, no, no, no, no, no."
"What? What is it?" Ronald asks, confused.
"They cut the power. Probably their way of saying hi." Dean answers.
"Who?"
"Cops."
"The cops?!" Ronald exclaims.
Dean stops, turning to him, "Well, you weren't exactly a smooth criminal about this, Ron. I mean, you didn't even secure the security guard. He probably called them."
"Well, I, I didn't, I didn't think t-" Ronald stutters.
"All right, hang on, hang on, let's just take a breath here for a second, all right?" Dean interrupts him, "They - they've probably got us surrounded. They've cut the power to the cameras so there's no way of telling who the shapeshifter is."
Dean takes a breath, "It's not looking good, Ron."
Ronald flinches at a noise, bringing the rifle up.
"Did you hear that?" Dean asks.