Sam sat on his bed; sweat running down his face, his breathing fast and hard. So much for an afternoon nap. He shook his head to get rid of the throbbing pain that was going through his head. He caught his breath and quickly looked around the room. Dean wasn't there. He began to panic.
'Dean?' he called out. He slid off his bed and spotted the note attached to his computer.
'Gone to get food – be back soon.'
He let out a sigh of relief before heading off for a shower. As he stood letting cold-water run over his heated body, he thought about his dream. It had seemed so real and he didn't like it one bit. His dreams had been known to come true. He rubbed his eyes to help clear his head, but couldn't let go. 'We need to capture them, and dispose of them, before they dispose of us.' What did that mean? It made no sense. He let out a sigh and finished up in the shower.
Dean, meanwhile, was out trying to find some decent food for his dinner. He had ventured into a small restaurant, and was seated at the bar, waiting for his order to come through. Someone approached him, and after glancing up, a smile broke out on his face.
'Hey there,' he said in his most charming voice. 'How can I help you?'
'Hi,' the girl said, sitting down beside him. 'I'm Lucinda.'
'That's such a pretty name,' he exclaimed. 'I'm Dean.'
'Well, Dean,' she whispered. 'I've been hearing things about some new guys in town, and I guess that's you, and well, it's kinda important that you know, so I was thinking…'
'That we should go somewhere private?' Dean interrupted. He gave a slight frown. He could hear the urgency in Lucinda's voice. 'How about we talk back at the hotel?'
She shook her head. 'Too risky. They're watching you and…I can't be seen with you, or bad things will happen to me. Come into the back room.' She looked around before grabbing Dean's hand and dragging him through the restaurant to a small back room.
'Dean,' she said looking him dead in the eyes. 'You and your brother need to get out here as soon as possible. This isn't an ordinary town. This town is hell on earth…ever since they came.'
'Whoa, hang on a sec…who's they?' Dean asked.
Lucinda paused. 'Shapeshifters. From what I've heard about you, you know what they are…this is their home base, where all that's left stay. If we get out of hand…they take us to wherever their hideout is, and use our bodies until someone else breaks their law,' a tear ran down her cheek. 'They kill us whenever they don't need our bodies.'
Dean stood in shock for a moment, all this running through his mind.
'So…how many are there?' he asked. He was expecting her to say 5 or so, there couldn't be too many Shapeshifters left.
'There's about 30 of them, but we don't know who they…'
'30! You're joking, right? We can't get rid of 30! I didn't even know that there was ever that many!' Dean exclaimed.
'That's why you have to leave…they're after you. They'll do anything to get you,' Lucinda said. 'You have to leave, and now!'
'No I'm not leaving you and all those other people behind,' Dean said angrily. 'I don't even know why'd they'd want us!'
'They want you…cause you killed their ancestors, killed all evil that you've found…and they don't like it. They will hunt you down and KILL YOU! YOU HAVE TO LEAVE NOW!'
Dean just stared uneasily at her, before turning around and storming out the door.