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Dean and Sam sat uncomfortably in the back of the police car as they were driven to the police station. Dean still had steam coming out of his ears at what Roberts had done to his beloved car, and it angered him even more that Brooks was now driving his car behind them. They slowly rolled to a stop out the front of the jail, where Roberts opened the rear door, letting them out.

'This is a load of crap,' Dean complained as he was led inside. 'You had no right to go through my stuff like that.' Dean had no clue that the officers were Shapeshifters. Sam hadn't had the chance to tell him.

'Get over it,' Roberts said, opening a cell door and pushing him in. Sam followed, and they turned their backs, expecting the cuffs to be removed, but the cell door was slammed shut and Roberts left them alone. Sam sighed and sat on one of the hard wooden benches that were in the cell, while Dean paced.

'Dean…' Sam started, 'Look, calm down…there not cops.'

'Yeah you got that right,' Dean bitterly replied. 'They don't have enough brains to be cops.'

'No Dean, I mean, they are not real cops. They're Shapeshifters.'

Dean stopped pacing and spun around.

'What, you mean; they're what's going after us? What that chick warned us about?'

'Yes,' Sam sighed. 'I looked Brooks in the eyes, and they changed. She's a Shapeshifter.'

'Oh, man!' Dean said in an unbelievable voice. 'We walked straight into their arms. DAMN!' He sat hard on the bench next to Sam. 'So what now?'

Sam sat in deep thought for a moment. 'Do you still have those paperclips in your pocket? Or did they take them?'

Dean stared at Sam before digging his hands into his back pocket. In triumph, he pulled out a paperclip.

'I knew these would come in handy,' he said. They sat back to back, and in no time at all Sam was free of his cuffs and was working on Deans. Once free they rubbed their sore wrists, then headed to the cell door. Dean quietly worked at the lock, being careful not to make any noise that would attract attention. A couple of minutes later the door swung open and Sam and Dean crept out, heading towards the emergency exit.

Dean stopped Sam as they reached the door. 'D'you think it'll be armed?'

Sam paused. 'Probably. We'll have to run for it, and find the car, then get the hell outta here.' He took a deep breath and pushed open the door. Even though they expected it, an alarm rang out, scaring them.

'C'mon Dean!' Sam yelled running out the door. The second they ran out the door they were both tackled from the side by Roberts and Brooks. A fierce fight began; Sam with Roberts, Dean with Brooks. As they ducked, dodged, and let fly of punches, Roberts pulled out his baton. Sam saw it too late as it crunched the side of his head. He dropped to the ground, unconscious. Dean, who hadn't seen this, had Brooks pinned to the ground, and was trying to keep her there.

'If you know what's best for your brother, you'll get off her right now,' Roberts said behind him. Dean stood quickly and whirled around, to see Roberts, standing over his unconscious brother, gun pointed straight at his head.

'Hey! Get that thing away from him!' Dean yelled.

That was the last thing Dean remembered, before Brooks slammed her baton against his head, and the world slowly faded to black.