Dean stormed outside to his car, and when he was seated comfortably inside, put his Metallica cd on full blast. He sat there, his thoughts going at 100 miles an hour, trying to decide what to do. Finally he pulled out of the car park and drove back to the hotel. He ran up the stairs to his room and threw open the door.

'Oh hey Dean…' Sam started, but Dean interrupted him.

'Sam pack your bags where leaving now.'

'Why? Can't we have dinner first? I'm starving! What took you so long?' Sam asked, watching as Dean started throwing everything into their duffle bags.

'Because this town is the last place we should be,' Dean replied, as he finished packing his bag and started on Sam's.

'Dean, hold it for a second,' Sam said pulling his bag away. 'Look, I'm sure you have time to explain it to me and then we can go. Just tell me what the hell is going on.'

Dean stared blankly at his brother. 'This town has 30 Shapeshifters hanging around waiting to kill us because we kill evil and they don't like it. 30 Sam, 30! We can't kill them all, so we're leaving.'

Sam stood still for a second before beginning to shove all his clothes into his bag.

'Who told you all this?'

'This local I met,' Dean replied. 'She said that this is their home base, and anyone in the town who steps out of line gets taken and they're bodies used. When the Shapeshifters don't need them any more, they kill them. Can we go now?'

'A local?' Sam said, an incredulous look on his face. 'How do you know that this local is telling the truth?'

'Gut feeling.'

Sam zipped his bag shut. "And we're not staying to help them because…'

'Because like I said, there's 30 of them! We are not capable to kill them all. Let's just leave this place behind, go to New York, and do whatever the hell Dad wants us to do.'

'Dean, you should hear this, I had this dream, and…' Dean cut off Sam as he tried explaining his dream.

'No time, lets go.'

They grabbed their bags and left the hotel (after paying for their short stay with a fake credit card) and threw their bags into the trunk of the car. Dean had just lifted up the compartment that held all his guns when they heard someone approaching.

'Where you fellas going in such a hurry?' a female voice said, and after Dean had slammed the truck quickly he turned to face the two officers that had pulled him over that morning.

'Uh…we have to go visit a um…sick cousin,' Sam said, knowing too well the officers had seen the contents in the boot.

'Yeah so if you don't mind…' Dean peered at her nametag 'Officer Brooks, we really should get going, you know, it's a death bed thing.'

'Roberts,' she said to her partner. 'Open the trunk.'

'Hey don't you need a warrant or something to do that?' Dean asked. 'You can't just pry through my things.'

'In this town, there's no warrants. We decide what's right and wrong, and I know what I saw, so give us the keys, or you can open it yourself.'

Grumbling, Dean handed the keys over to Roberts, who proceeded to open the trunk to reveal the mass of weapons.

'You got permits for these?' Brooks asked.

Dean flinched slightly. They were registered, but they weren't in his name. They were under all his aliases, and he couldn't say that cause then he'd be arrested for all those credit card scams he had gotten away with.

'I take by your silence there not registered,' Brooks said. 'Up against the car. You're under arrest for possessing illegal firearms.'

Dean's jaw dropped. 'You have to be joking,' he said. 'I'm not taking this. Sammy, get in the car.' He slammed the trunk and began walking over to the door.

'Don't move or I'll shoot!' Roberts yelled, his gun drawn. 'And I promise, I won't miss.'

Dean stared for a moment, before letting loose a scoff and reaching for door handle. A loud shot went off, embedding itself in the cars door, right beside Dean's hand.

The silence afterwards was deafening; you could hear Dean's jaw hit the ground. He slowly faced the officers.

'Do you know what you just did?' Dean said, his voice dangerously calm. 'You just put a hole in the best thing I own…I'LL KILL YOU!' He lunged for Roberts and tackled him to the ground, punching him with all his might.

'Dean!' Yelled Sam. 'Dean stop it!' He went to help his brother, who was now losing the fight, but a gun in his face from Brooks told him not to. Ten seconds later it was all over, with Roberts successfully cuffing Dean's hands behind him. He dragged him to his feet.

'Now you're under arrest for possessing illegal firearms, resisting arrest and assault police.'

He shoved Dean into the back of the police vehicle, while Brooks shoved Sam up against the car.

'You can't arrest me,' he said as she began to cuff him. 'I haven't done anything!'

'Hmm, I'm sure we can dig something up,' she said. 'At this stage you're under arrest for being an accomplice to your brother.'

'That's ridiculous!' Sam yelled and turned around to face her. Her eyes changed again, glowing at him.

'Is it?'

Sam just stared, and felt his stomach drop. His dream had come true after all