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Big thanks to ispiltthemilk who encouraged me to add more sibling stuff into my story, you all really seemed to like it so I will keep adding it in. There's not as much in this one but I tried to add some in without going too far off the story line.
Chapter 34- Killing the Mandriod
"You know I was thinking maybe it would be a good idea to take a little shore leave," I said as I put some powder around my eye trying to cover the bruise I still had from when Sam and I got drunk and I apparently thought it would be fun to do a nose dive out of the bed.
"Actually, I think I found a case," Sam said from behind his laptop.
"Yeah?" Dean questioned as he sat on one of the beds with a beer before pointing to my face, "You missed a spot."
I carefully checked my eye in the mirror again and glared at him once I realized he was just being a pain in the ass.
"Yeah this woman robbed the jewelry store she worked at then went home and committed suicide," Sam replied looking over an article he had pulled up.
"Maybe she just really hated her job," I suggested. I knew it was uncharacteristic of me but a big part of me wanted to stay away from hunting for awhile, at least until we figured out what we had to save Sam from and if I was associated to it in anyway.
"It's only twenty minutes from here, I don't see any reason why we can't check it out," he continued ignoring me. I knew he heard me, he had to of I was sitting less than five feet away from him.
"Man, work, work, work no time to drink," Dean said shaking his head, "You know cause I don't drink when we are working a job."
"Dude, it happened one time, let it go," I sighed not in the mood to get in this argument, yet again. It seemed it was the only thing Dean could talk about recently was how bad I had screwed up but of course he would never say a word to Sam.
"You got him wasted, Leah!" Dean yelled getting up from the bed wasting no time.
"For the millionth time, he's twenty three years old; I didn't pour it down his throat!" I yelled back taking a step closer to him, if he wanted to fight it out then so be it, I was done trying to reason with him, I didn't do anything wrong.
"No, you just didn't stop him," Dean argued.
"Guys, come on," Sam sighed leaning back in his chair resting his hands behind his head clearly getting tired of hearing us bicker.
"I'm sorry Dean next time I'll drink all the alcohol in the room before Sam gets a chance to get his hands on it," I said sarcastically although it didn't sound like such a bad idea.
"You pull another stunt like that and I'm dropping your ass at Bobby's," he threatened like it was supposed to scare me.
"I'm twenty two years old, you" I said as I pushed him back a little, "can't tell me what to do."
"Wanna bet?" he asked getting in my face again.
"Guys, knock it off," Sam tried again this time with a little more force as he saw me clenching and unclenching my fists in anger.
"Shut up," Dean and I yelled at him without taking our eyes off of one another.
"You can stand here and yell at me all you want but the person you should really be pissed at is yourself," I stated as I started to walk towards the bathroom door but he grabbed me by the arm and spun me around.
"Excuse me?"
"Alright, that's enough," Sam said getting up from his spot and removing Dean's hand from my arm.
"No, I think she has something to say," Dean insisted.
"Forget it," I said trying to walk away again.
"Yeah go ahead and call Dylan or Ash or is it someone else this week," Dean continued, "Sorry, guess I can't keep your booty calls straight."
I couldn't take it anymore the little control I had on my temper went completely out the window after he said that and I turned pushing Sam out of the way before charged him knocking him flat on his back. I went to take a swing but he flipped me on my back and pinned my arms down.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he demanded.
"You promised to kill him Dean!" I screamed and I could see the guilty look that washed over Sam's face.
"I told you I'm not going to!" Dean exclaimed.
"Get off of her," Sam said trying to pull Dean by his shoulders with no success.
"So what you are just going to break a promise?" I asked the question that had been replaying in my head for the past couple days.
"This one time yes," he answered looking directly into my eyes.
"Can't wait to see what other ones you break," I said as I tried to get up but he kept me pinned to the floor.
"For the last time I'm not going to kill anyone," Dean said in a final tone before getting up and shrugging Sam off of him.
Sam came over and helped me off the floor as I threw daggers with my eyes at Dean.
"So this case…" Dean started as if the past five minutes never happened.
"I was thinking we would go as FBI," Sam said walking over to his bag and pulling out his suit.
"Fine," Dean nodded as he went to shower.
I was fuming and this case was the last thing I wanted to do but no one seemed to care.
"Come on freckles you get to play dress up," Sam said trying to lighten the mood.
"Awesome," I scoffed as I pulled the iron out of the small closet and turned it on.
"You know I don't know who is angrier," Sam started as he handed me his shirt.
"What are you talking about?" I questioned as I positioned his shirt on the ironing board.
"You being mad at Dean for promising or Dean at himself for actually saying it," he said as he went back to his bag and pulled out his dress shoes, "You both just need to let it go."
"Yeah Sam, I'll just let it go," I said rolling my eyes, "He never should have promised."
"I made him," he stated making me want to throw the hot iron at his head. You don't make Dean do anything he doesn't want to, unless it's getting on a haunted flight that was destined to crash but that was different.
"No, he was just stupid enough to believe you wouldn't remember," I said as I flipped Sam's shirt over but what I didn't hear was Dean walking out of the bathroom.
"So now I'm stupid?" he asked walking over to his bag with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"You are for thinking I would want to see you in a towel," I replied as I tried to shield my eyes.
"I thought you liked naked men," Dean said with a smirk to let me know our little argument was over. If I had known that tackling him to the floor was all it was going to take for us to stop being at each other's throats I would have done it two days ago.
"Whatever," I answered with a small smile as I handed Sam his shirt.
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"And he says I'm easy," I whispered to Sam as we watched Dean talking to one of the female employees of the jewelry store who if you asked me should have been wearing more clothes if she was trying to look professional.
"He's just trying to get information for the case," Sam whispered back as was waited to talk to the manager.
"Twenty bucks says he leaves with her number," I said with my hand out.
"Deal," he said shaking my hand as the manager finally made his way over to us and I was relived that it was a man and not just another bimbo in a push-up.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting this is just so unreal," he said as he re-buttoned his suit jacket, "Helena was our head buyer. She was family, you know? She said it herself every year at the Christmas party; she said we were the only family she had."
"So there were never any signs that she would do something like this?" Sam asked as I looked in the case at a beautiful princess cut diamond ring.
"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."
"And that's when she took the gun?" Sam asked as my eyes shifted to an elegant marquise diamond that was next to it. It was weird I thought to myself that this employee apparently cleaned out the entire store and they so quickly restocked.
"She shot him in the face…I heard him die over the phone," the manager replied uneasily.
"Any idea what her motive could have been?" Sam asked this time slightly nudging my shoulder for not paying attention.
"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 kill herself?"
"So you never saw the security camera footage yourself then?" I questioned reluctantly pulling my eyes away from all the pretty rings.
"No, the police took all the tapes first thing."
"Yeah, of course they did," Dean said appearing behind us waving a small blue post-it note at Sam.
"Thanks for your time," I smiled shaking the manager's hand before we left the store and walked back to the Impala.
Dean whistled loosening his tie a little, "That Frannie was a true patriot."
"That will be twenty bucks," I smiled with my hand out to Sam.
"I forgot my wallet in the motel room," Sam said as he got in the front seat.
"Oh come on that's not fair," I protested knowing full well he never went anywhere without it, "You shook on it!"
"On what?" Dean questioned as he put the keys in the ignition.
"You being a man whore," I answered plainly.
"What?" Dean asked turning in his seat to look between Sam and myself.
"Nothing," Sam grumbled basically throwing the twenty dollar bill in my face.
"Pleasure doing business with you," I smiled as I folded up the bill and tucked it securely in my bra.
"Must you do that," Dean griped.
"I don't have my purse, I just shoved my ID in my pocket," I shrugged not understanding why it was such a big deal it wasn't like I was undressing in the backseat. I only did that when once when Dean was passed out in the motel room and Sam was off at college not that I would ever tell either of them about it but I couldn't pass it up the guy was a yoga instructor.
"You know it would have been nice if you actually tried to help in there instead of staring at all the jewelry," Sam commented as Dean drove off to our next stop.
"Diamonds are a girl's best friend Sammy," I replied as I looked at my bare fingers.
"You want to get married?" Sam asked shocked.
"No, I said I wanted the diamond I didn't say I wanted the husband to go along with it."
"You know that could come in handy, it sure hurts like hell when that ring hits your face," Dean commented.
"You would know, De, you would know," I said patting him on the shoulder.
"Talk to me about this bank," Dean said completely changing the subject.
"Uh, Milwaukee National Trust, it was hit about a month ago," I answered leaning back in the seat and trying to get comfortable in my skirt. I knew I should have gone with a pant suit but for whatever reason at the time I thought a skirt would have been better, boy was I wrong.
"Same M.O. as the jewelry store?" Dean asked.
"Yep. Inside job, longtime employee, the never-in-a-million-years type. Dude robs the bank, then goes home and supposedly commits suicide," Sam answered as we pulled onto a side street.
"Number five, that's it," I said pointing out the house we were going to.
"Freaking cops," Dean grumbled as he turned the car off.
"They're just doing their job, Dean," Sam stated getting out of the car.
"No, they're doing our job only they don't know it so they suck at it," I said as we started walking up the front path completely agreeing with Dean.
"And this guy, Resnick, he was the security guard on duty?" Dean asked as he re-tightened his tie.
"Yeah he was actually beaten unconscious by the teller who heisted the place," Sam answered.
"Oh my God," I shivered at the thought.
"Yeah," Sam agreed as he started to knock on the door, "Mr. Resnick...Ronald Resnick?"
Our answer was a blinding flood light being turned on right in our faces and I have to admit it felt like we were being put on trial like 'where were you the night of the 13th'.
"Son of a bitch," Dean complained and I moved so that his shoulder was blocking the light from my eyes.
"I feel like I'm on fucking Cops," I mumbled as a man with shoulder length curly hair came to the door.
"F.B.I., Mr. Resnick," Sam informed him.
"Let me see the badge," he demanded.
We all pulled out our fake ID's and slammed them against the glass door not amused that we were still being blinded. He inspected each of them carefully but I doubt he even knew what he was looking for.
"I already gave my statement to the police."
"Yeah listen, Ronald," I said stepping out from behind Dean and squinting so I could see him, "there's just some things about your statement we wanted to get some clarification on."
"You read it?" he asked surprised.
"Sure did," I smiled as I lied through my teeth.
"Come to listen to what I have to say?"
"Well, that's why my partners and I are here," I smiled again.
"Well, come on in," he said excitedly as he opened the door.
"He looks like Hurley," I whispered to Sam as Ronald led us into his house.
"Who?" Sam asked.
"Hugo that guy from Lost," I replied and Sam just shrugged his shoulders, "Ugh, this is why I watch TV with Dean."
We followed Ronald into his living room that was covered in newspaper articles about conspiracy theories and alien paraphernalia.
"We've hit the mother load," Dean whispered into my ear and I covered my laugh with a cough as I saw a poster on the wall of a security camera with the saying 'They are watching you'.
"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, ok? That I guarantee. See, me and Juan were friends he used to come back to the bank on my night shifts and we'd play cards."
"So you let him into the bank that night…after hours," Sam asked as Dean and we were still looking around the room at all the posters.
"The thing I let into the bank…wasn't Juan. I mean it had his face but it wasn't his face. Uh, every detail was perfect but too perfect, you know," Ronald rambled and I couldn't help but think he was a little too excited about all of this, "like if a doll maker made it, like I was talking to a big Juan-doll."
"A Juan-doll?" Sam questioned in disbelief as Ronald handed him a folder.
"Look this wasn't the only time this happened, ok?" he started again as I looked over Sam's shoulder to see articles about the jewelry store we had just come from, "There was this jewelry store too and the cops and you guys you just won't see it! Both crimes were pulled by the same thing."
"What's that Mr. Resnick?" Sam asked sounding bored.
Ronald turned around and picked up a copy of 'Fortean Times' magazine that had the headline, 'Birth of the Cybermen'. He tapped on the front cover before answering, "Chinese have been working on them for years and the Russians before that…part man, part machine like the Terminator but the kind that can change itself, make itself look like other people."
"Like the one from T2," I said speaking up and I swore I could see Sam roll his eyes. I could just hear the conversation he was going to want to have later about me watching too many movies and too much television.
"Exactly!" Ronald exclaimed clearly happy that I knew what he was talking about, "See, so not just a robot more of a…uh…a mandroid."
"A mandroid," Sam said flatly.
"And what makes you so sure about this, Ronald?" Dean questioned.
He put up a finger telling us to wait a minute as he turned on his television and VCR.
"See, I made copies of all the security tapes. I knew once the cops got them they'd be buried," he said as we took a seat on the couch and Dean and I shared an impressed look, "Now watch, watch, watch him! See, look! There it is!" Ronald said pausing the tape and you could see a light-flare in the man's eyes, "You see he's got the laser eyes!"
You've got to be kidding me, I thought to myself. A shapeshifter was not what I had been expecting.
"Cops said it was some kind of reflected light some kind of 'camera flare'. That ain't no damn camera flare. They say I'm a post-trauma case. So what? Bank goes and fires me, doesn't matter! The mandroid is still out there. The law won't hunt this thing down I'll do it myself. You see, this thing it…it kills the real person, makes it look like a suicide, then it sort of like morphs into that person. Cases the job for awhile until it knows the take is fat and then finds its opening. Now these robberies, they're…they're grouped together," he rambled stopping to take a minute to point out places on the map that the shifter had hit, "So I figure the mandroid is holed up somewhere in the middle, underground maybe. I don't know maybe that's where it recharges it…uh…man…mandroid batteries."
I have to say for some random guy he did pretty good work, completely insane and definitely needed like a pet to talk to or maybe even a blowup doll but he did good work.
Sam stood up from the couch and we followed suit.
"Ok, I want you to listen very carefully because I'm about to tell you the God's honest truth about all of this," Sam started very seriously, "There's no such thing as mandroids. There's nothing evil or inhuman going on out there. Just people nothing else, you understand?"
"I, I Agent K," I muttered waiting for Sam to pull out a neuralyzer and erase Ronald's memory telling him it was all a dream and he had never met us before.
"The laser eyes," Ronald said sounding as if Sam was the bully on the playground that just stole his lunch money.
"Just a camera flare, Mr. Resnick," Sam said keeping his face completely emotionless, "Look I know you don't want to believe this but your friend Juan robbed the bank and that's it."
"Get out of my house! Now!"
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We got back to the motel room and I nearly ran Sam over so I could get to the bathroom first to change out of my uncomfortable clothes. I slipped into a pair of jeans and a Metallica t-shirt that said 'Kill them all' on it. When I walked out I was relieved that they had finished changing as well because let me tell you when you are eight years old and walk out of the bathroom to see your brother's ass as he bent over to pull up his boxers, fifteen years later and I'm still scared of what I'm going to see walking out of the bathroom.
"Man, that has got to be the kicker straight up," Dean said to Sam as I started taking my hair out of the bun it had been in, "I mean you tell the that poor son of a bitch that…what did you say? 'Remand the tapes that he copied'?"
"Classified evidence of an ongoing investigation," I added mockingly.
"What are you pissed at me or something?" Sam asked as he put the tape in the VCR we borrowed from the front desk so we could watch it again.
"No, I just think it's a little creepy how good of a Fed you are," Dean stated as he sat at the table with a map of the area.
"I mean come on Sam we could have at least thrown the guy a bone, he did some pretty good legwork," I said as pulled even more bobby pins out of my hair.
"Looks like you're part machine," Dean teased as he saw the small pile of bobby pins continue to grow.
"Good leg work?" Sam questioned turning around to face Dean and me at the table, "He thought it was a freaking mandroid!"
"Ok except for the mandroid part but I liked him, he's not that different from you or me, people think we are crazy all the time and he's spunky just like Hurley," I said finally pulling the last bobby pin out and running my fingers through my hair to make sure.
"Oh yeah he does look like the guy from Lost," Dean nodded.
"See!" I exclaimed causing Sam to shake his head.
"It just means you both watch too much television," Sam stated, "But Ronald isn't a hunter, Leah. He's just a guy who stumbled onto something real. If he were to go up against this thing he'd get torn apart it's better for him to stay in the dark and stay alive."
"Yeah, I guess," I sighed as I watched Dean mark on the map the places the shifter had hit and where the sewers ran.
"Just like back in St. Louis, same retinal reaction to video," Sam spoke up as he paused the tape at the same spot Ronald had.
"I hate those freaking things," Dean muttered.
"You think I don't?" I questioned in disbelief remembering back to the last time we came up against one.
"Yeah, well, one didn't turn into you and frame you for murder," Dean stated angrily.
"No, you're right…one just came after me looking like you trying to kill me!" I nearly yelled as I tossed a hand full of bobby pins at his face.
"Le, if you want to sit this one out…" Sam said with those sad puppy dog eyes as if I was too scared to go up against this thing.
"Look if this shifter is anything like the one we killed," I started until Dean cleared his throat loudly, "Sorry, like the one Dean killed in Missouri then Ronald was right. They like to layer up underground, preferably the sewer and all the robberies have been connected so far, right?" I asked turning my attention back to Dean who was throwing bobby pins one by one over my head to trying to hit Sam, "Dean!"
"What?" he asked innocently as he lined up the sewer system over top of the map, "Yeah and there's one more bank lined up on the same sewer main."
"So what Feds again," Sam questioned trying to figure out what we were going as this time.
"Oh hell no, I am not putting that skirt back on!" I protested putting my hair up in a loose ponytail, "I still have a headache from that bun."
"Jumpers it is then," Dean said throwing one more bobby pin at Sam before leaving the room to get them out of the trunk.
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"I hate these things, there's no way to look hot when you look like a plumber," I complained as we walked into the bank wearing dark blue jump suits that said 'Securiserve Guard Service' on the back and patches with our names on the front, not our real names of course. Dean's said Angus and at first Sam thought he was making some joke about all the burgers he ate until we explained to him it was the lead guitarist from AC/DC. Sam's said John and I had thought maybe it was in honor of dad until he said he simply liked The Beatles. Wanting to stick with my brothers' theme of using names of people in the music industry I chose the name Amy, the lead singer in the group Evanescence, no she wasn't some legend like AC/DC or The Beatles but boy could that girl belt out some notes. The only good thing about these costumes was that I could wear my normal clothes underneath and be completely comfortable.
"Exactly why I love them," Dean said giving my pony tail a quick tug before holding the door open for Sam and me.
"Oh come on I still have a headache," I whined having to fix my hair again. I definitely had the bun too tight earlier.
"Shut up, there's the guard," Sam whispered as we walked over to him and Dean made up some excuse as to why we had to see the security cameras. To be honest I really wasn't paying attention to what they were saying I was more interested in my surroundings wondering if the shapeshifter could have been looking at me at this very moment and some how know I was a hunter about to kick its creepy ass.
"Well, we haven't had any flags go up on our system yet," the guard said as he walked us further into the bank, I almost didn't notice we started moving until Sam walked right into me.
"No, this is a glitch in the overall grid we just want to make sure the branch monitors are kosher," Dean replied and I have to say I was impressed. Sam had the Fed thing down, Dean apparently had the technician part down and well when we needed something else to work I could always undo a button on my shirt, hell it even worked on a woman once but now that I think about it I'm not sure if that was a good thing or not.
"Well, better safe than sorry I guess," the guard said leading us down a back hallway and you could tell we were no longer in a part of the branch that everyday people were allowed in because instead of the beautiful marble floor that was in the lobby there was cheap linoleum with wall paper that had probably been up since Reagan was president.
"That's the plan," Dean said as we waited for him to unlock the door to the observation room.
"Alrighty, you three need anything else?" he asked as he opened the door for us.
"Oh, no, no, no, we'll be in and out just a routine check," Sam said holding a toolbox the three of us knew was empty.
"Okie-dokie," he smiled before he left and closed the door behind him.
"I like him he says okie-dokie," Dean commented quickly sitting down in one of the two chairs in the room that was in front of all the monitors.
"What if he's the shifter?" Sam asked sitting down in the other one.
"Well then we follow him home and put a silver bullet through his chest plate," Dean replied matter-of-factly.
I went to sit on Dean's lap but he moved his chair under the desk so I wouldn't be able to.
"Oh come on," I complained not wanting to stand the whole time we were in this closet of a room. That's when I turned and stuck out my bottom lip to Sam and gave him the same eyes the cat from Shrek uses.
"Fine," he sighed unable to say no and pushed back in his chair so I would have room to sit.
I sat down sideways so I could face Dean and stuck my tongue out at him as if to say 'ha-ha I still have a seat'.
"Well it looks like Mr. Okie-dokie is…okie-dokie," Dean laughed thinking he was the best comedian in the world as the guard looked into the camera and there was no flare.
I leaned my head against Sam's shoulder in hopes of getting rid of my headache and he automatically put his arm around my back so I wouldn't fall and before I knew it I must have fallen asleep because Sam was nudging me awake.
"We got him," he told me pointing to one of the monitors and showing me it was the branch manager.
"Hello freak," Dean said getting up from his chair and walking to the door.
"Guys wait," I called out as something or I should say someone caught my eye.
"What?" Dean questioned wondering why I wasn't following.
I watched one of the screens as Ronald chained and locked the front doors before running into the lobby and firing a rifle at the ceiling.
"Hello Ronald," I muttered as if he could hear me before walking out of the room and back down the hallway towards the lobby.
"And you said we shouldn't bring guns," Dean grumbled as a few people pushed past us running the opposite direction.
"I didn't know this was going to happen, Dean," Sam argued. Even though there would have been now way for Sam to know Ronald was going to show up and try and play Rambo I was just as mad at Sam for talking me out of bringing my .45.
"Just let me do the talking, I don't think he likes you very much, Agent K," I said in a loud whisper as we got closer to the lobby.
There was Ronald standing in the middle of the lobby with the rifle pointed at his hostages who were huddled together on the floor and holding a key up in his other hand, "Now, there's only one way in or out of here and I chained it up. So nobody's leaving, do you understand?"
I took a deep breath before walking into the lobby with a brother on either side of me, "Hey Ronald, calm down, just calm down," I said with my hands up hoping to show him I wasn't a threat.
"What the…you! Get on the floor now!" he yelled turning the gun towards us.
"Ok, we're doing that," I said with my hands still up and we all kneeled on the floor, "Just don't shoot anybody."
"Especially us," Dean added.
"I knew it as soon as you three left you ain't FBI, no one in the FBI is actually good-looking," he said motioning to me, "Who are you? Who are you working for, huh? The men in black? You working for the mandroid?"
"We're not working for the mandroid," Sam yelled angry that Ronald was still calling it that.
"You shut up! I ain't talking to you, I don't like you!" Ronald yelled back and I looked over to Sam as if to say 'I told you so'.
"Fair enough," Sam nodded with his hands up.
"You," Ronald instructed turning to one of the male bank employees who was huddled with the rest of the group, "Frisk them down, make sure they have no weapons on them."
The man came over and patted Sam down before coming over to me, "Hey watch it," I told him as he lingered a few seconds too long around my rear end before continuing to my feet. When he didn't find anything he moved over to Dean and I thought we were going to be in the clear until he stopped at Dean's ankle and pulled out a silver throwing knife.
I looked over to Dean as if to say 'you've got to be kidding me'.
"Now what do we have here?" Ronald asked as he took the knife from the teller's hand.
"I'm not just going to walk in here naked!" Dean whispered to Sam and I who were ready to kill him ourselves.
"Get back there!" Ronald yelled at the man who did as he was told before turning and dropping the knife in the deposit box.
"No, no, no, no, no," Dean said trying to stop him but it was no use as we heard it clink against the bottom, "We know you don't want to hurt anybody but that's exactly what's going to happen if you keep waving that cannon around. Why don't you let these people go?"
"No! I already told you, if nobody's going to stop this thing then I've got to do it myself!"
"Hey, we believe you, that's why we are here," I tried knowing Dean was right this guy was a ticking time bomb and before he went around shooting the shifter with a bullet and pissing it off we had to get the situation under control.
"You don't believe me, nobody believes me! How could they?" he asked almost sounding desperate.
"Come here," I said motioning him over with my head as I held my hands up in surrender.
"What? No!"
"You're holding the gun, boss, you're calling the shots. I just want to tell you something, come here," I tried again.
He walked over to us cautiously and leaned over a little so I could talk to him.
"It's the bank manager," I whispered and could see Sam's pissed look out of the corner of my eye for telling him the truth.
"What?" he whispered back confused but you could tell he was hungry for more information.
"Why do you think we've got these ridiculous getups, huh? We've been monitoring the cameras in the back. We saw the bank manager, we saw his eyes," I answered willing to give him all the information he wanted if it meant I got control over what happened next.
"His laser eyes?" he questioned and I could see Sam wanting to answer with another one of his stupid replies that was going to end up getting him shot.
"Yes. No. No! Look, we're running out of time, ok? We've got to find him before he changes into someone else," I continued since he seemed to trust me even if it was just a little bit.
"Like I'm going to listen to you, you're a damn liar!" Ronald yelled pointing the gun at the three of us again as I stood up slowly with my knees slightly bent, "I'll shoot you! Get down!"
"Like hell you will," Dean growled as he went to stand in front of me but I pushed his shoulder back down so Ronald wouldn't think we were ganging up on him.
"Take me, ok?" I said with my hands still up in surrender, " Take me with you, take me as a hostage but we've got to act fast because the longer we just sit here the more time he has to change…look I believe you, you're not crazy, there really is something inside this bank."
He stood there for a minute trying to figure out what to do, "Alright, you come with me but everyone else gets in the vault!"
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"Come on, move, move!" Ronald yelled as he ushered everyone into the vault including Dean and Sam before looking over to me, "and you lock it up!"
"It's ok everyone just stay cool," I tried to reassure them as I started closing the thick door. I gave one more quick look to Sam and Dean as if to say I was sorry before closing the door and spinning the handle to make sure it locked.
"Alright, where do we start?" he asked excitedly as soon as it was just the two of us.
"First things first, this has to go," I said as I un-zippered the jumpsuit and stepped out of it, "Now that's better."
Ronald nodded in agreement reminding me he apparently liked me.
"Ok, let's start with the manager's office and we'll go from there," I said as we started walking down the hallway all the while looking around to see if I saw anything made of silver so I could feel a little more at ease. I would feel a lot safer if I had Sam and Dean with me but I barely got Ronald to let me come with him I didn't want to push it and get locked in the vault with everyone else.
He insisted on walking into the office first and I thought it was cute the way he was trying to protect me. At first glance we didn't see anything so he went over by the desk to flip through the papers as if the shifter was going to leave him a post-it note saying 'I'm here' while I checked the closet. I was about to turn the light on when I heard him scream, I came running out expecting to have to fight when I saw him laying on his back behind the desk in a pile of skin and clothes.
"Ugh," I shivered, "I was hoping I wouldn't have to see that this time."
"What the hell is that?!" he screamed quickly rolling over and sitting on his knees ready to shoot the pile as if it was going to come back to life.
"When it changes form it sheds its old skin so now it could be anybody," I explained as I started looking around the room for something silver.
"It's so…it's so weird, this robot skin is so life-like," he said picking up a piece in his hand and examining it.
"Ew, Ron put that down!" I told him trying to keep myself from puking, "Let's get something straight it's not a mandroid, it's a shapeshifter."
"Shapeshifter?" he questioned like I was making it up. I mean come on he could believe it was a mandroid but he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that it was a shapeshifter.
"Yeah, it's human more or less, it has human drives and in this case it is money but it can generate its own skin and they can shape it to match someone else's features you know, tall, short, male…" I started explaining until he interrupted.
"So then it kills someone and takes their place."
"Kills them, doesn't kill them I don't think it really matters," I answered truthfully knowing Dean wasn't dead before when the thing attacked me.
"What are you doing?" he nervously asked as I picked up a letter opener from the desk and examined it closely.
"Nice," I mumbled to myself seeing a small inscription near the handle saying it was silver, "You remember the old werewolf stories? Pretty much came from these guys, silver is the only thing I've seen that can hurt them," I said turning and walking out of the office but stopped when he didn't follow, "Come on, Ron!"
He followed me down another hallway and back out to the lobby when I heard him start laughing to himself.
"What are you nuts?" I asked not being able to keep my mouth shut maybe there was a few screws loose up there.
"That's just it, I'm not nuts. I mean I was scared that I was losing my marbles but this is real! I mean I…I was right!" he grinned, "Except for the mandroid thing, thank you!"
"Yeah don't mention it," I said starting to walk again until the power got cut off and the emergency lights clicked on, "Fuck, no, no, no, no!"
"What? What is it?" he asked looking around pointing the gun around the room.
"They cut the power, probably their way of saying hi," I replied as I started walking again, we needed to find this thing and fast.
"Who?" he asked following closely behind almost as if he was afraid of the dark.
"The cops," I answered wondering how the hell we were going to get the hell out of this one, it wasn't like I was buddy-buddy with a detective this time.
"The cops?!"
"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," I yelled taking my frustration out on him.
"Well, I…I didn't think to…" he stumbled over his words like a little kid who just got reprimanded for coloring on the walls with a marker.
"Alright, hang on, hang on, let's just take a breath here for a second," I said trying to figure out what to do next and feeling slightly guilty for yelling at him, "They've probably got us surrounded, they've cut the power to the cameras so there's no way of telling who the shifter is…it's not looking good, Ron."
That's when I heard a noise coming from the opposite direction of the vault.
"Did you hear that?" I asked him hoping my mind was playing tricks on me but he nodded his head.
Great, I thought to myself, my brothers are going to murder me when I get killed by this bastard because the only I have to protect myself with is a fucking letter opener and I locked them up to play cops and robbers.
SUPERNATURAL
"Oh my God, you saved us!" a woman exclaimed as I opened the vault door.
"Actually, I just found a few more," I said holding the door open and ushering the guard from earlier and five other people inside.
"What are you doing?" she asked sounding scared of me and I had to admit I kind of liked the feeling of power I had.
"Dean, look Ron and I need to talk you," I said ignoring her question.
"Alright," he nodded and started walking out the door with Sam following.
"Just Dean," I told Sam looking at him apologetically before I shut the door and spun the handle once more to lock them in.
"Why are you keeping Sam in there? And where did you get a handgun?" Dean questioned and I stuck it in the small of my back.
"Ron really, really doesn't like Sammy and I took the gun off the guard," I tried to explain as Ron stood in the hallway not saying a word, "It shed its skin again. We don't know when…it could be in the halls or it could be in the vault."
"Great," Dean scoffed and went to say something else when I grabbed him by the arm and made a small cut with the letter opener, "What the hell?"
"Sorry, but after last time I had to be sure," I admitted and I could see Dean roll his eyes.
"You know I am wanted by the police," he unnecessarily reminded me, "So even if we find this damn thing, how the hell are we going to get out of here?"
"I don't know one problem at a time, I'm going to do a sweep of the whole place," I started until he cut me off.
"You're not walking around here by yourself with a handgun that doesn't have silver bullets and a letter opener," Dean argued and as much as I wanted to protest I had to confess I really didn't want to if I didn't have to.
"Ron! Get out of the light!" I loudly whispered as Ron was walked over to one of the windows and looked out.
"You have him trained well," Dean mumbled as Ron walked back over to us.
"Ron, look we could really use Sam's help on this one, ok?" I tried hoping he wouldn't make too much of a big deal about this because if he did let him out of the vault there would be no way Dean would let me out of his sight meaning Ron would be stuck with Sam.
"No, no I don't like him," he said shaking his head.
"I know," I sighed trying to think of someway to talk him into this.
"We don't have time for this," Dean spoke up, "Let Sam out so we can do our damn jobs."
"I'm starting to not like you either," Ron said taking a step closer to me.
"Hey Ron, I would really appreciate it if you would let Sam help us," I said putting my hand on his arm and talking as calmly as I could, "I know that all you want to do is help me stop this shapeshifter and the only way we can do that is with Sam's help. It would be safer for all of us."
He thought about it for a minute, "Do I get to stay with you?"
"Absolutely," I replied quickly before Dean had a chance to object and I prayed he would keep his mouth shut long enough for us to convince Ron to let him out.
"Ok," he nodded and Dean went to let Sam out of the vault. As soon as he got close enough I made a cut on his arm as well.
"Ow," he exclaimed pulling away from me, "What was that for?"
"It's her new favorite past time," Dean teased as he showed Sam his matching cut.
"Alright, Dean and I are going to do a sweep of the whole place, see if we can find any stragglers," I started until Ron interrupted.
"You said you were going to stay with me!"
"Relax, Ron, everything's going to be ok," I said putting my hand on his arm again, "Once we get everyone together we are going to play a little game of find the freak."
"And what am I going to do?" Sam asked.
"You are going to stay here and make sure Ron doesn't hurt anyone and help him manage the situation. Here this is all the silver I could find," I answered handing over a letter opener to each brother.
"Help him manage, are you insane?!" Sam yelled at me.
"Look I know this isn't going the way we wanted…"
"Understatement!" Sam yelled again.
"Alright but if we invite the cops in right now, Ronald gets arrested, the shifter gets away and you spend the next twenty years reaching for the soap," I yelled back, "So stay here and help him manage the fucking situation!"
"Seriously?!" Sam asked like I was some mental case or something.
"Sam, she was the one who got him to let you out of the damn vault just put your big boy pants on and stay with the guy," Dean yelled.
"I have to stay with him?" Ron whined.
"You'll be fine, we'll be back," I stated as Dean and I took off down one of the hallways.
"Hi, Ronald," I heard Sam say softly as we rounded a corner.
"You know I hate when you do that," Dean growled in my ear.
"Do what?" I asked checking a small office on my left.
"Flirting your way through a job," he answered checking another door on the right.
"Yeah I wonder who I got that from," I said as he started down the next corridor without me, "Dean!"
"What?" he asked quickly coming back to me.
"Don't leave me!" I declared not wanting the thing to turn into Dean and try and kill me again that was one memory I didn't need repeated.
"Well then move your ass!" he said and as he turned to walk away I grabbed on to his hand. He tried to pull away but I squeezed tighter needing the reassurance he wasn't going to go anywhere.
I felt like I was back in elementary school having my big brother walk me to class so I wouldn't get picked on, this of course was before I learned what my dad really did for a living and before I knew how to kick someone's ass.
Dean stopped and looked up seeing one of the ceiling panels out of place. He let go of my hand as he grabbed a coat rack and began poking at it, he dislodged it and a half naked man fell through and onto the floor. Dean looked over to me to make sure I was alright and I gave him a weak smile as he rolled the man over so we could see his face.
We knew we had to get back to the vault and check to see if the man that was lying dead on the floor was pretending to be a hostage. I was surprised when Dean reached his hand out for mine without me having to ask and I took it willingly. We walked in silence until we got back to Sam and Ron who was standing guard with the door open.
"Both of you stay where you are!" Ron yelled cocking his rifle and pointing it into the vault.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I said running over to Ron, "What's going on?"
I saw Dean quietly filling Sam in while I tried to get the situation back under control.
"He's…he's not listening!" Ron yelled and that's when I looked into the vault and saw the same man Dean and I had just found dead trying to escort the guard out of the vault.
"Dean," I said not taking my eyes off the man, "Dean!"
"What?" he asked coming over and following my line of sight.
"We've got to get him out of here!" the shifter yelled trying to sound like a concerned citizen.
"You know, Ronald, he's right, we've got to get this man outside," Sam said walking into the vault and helping the guard, "Come on, I've got you."
"Yeah I'll help," the shifter offered.
"Oh it's cool, I got him," Sam said supporting the guard's weight as they walked out of the vault.
"Hey, can I talk to you a second?" Dean asked the shifter as Sam started down the hallway towards the front door.
"You got the gun, man. I mean whatever," he shrugged walking out into the hallway.
As soon as he walked out enough I turned my back to close the vault and heard a punch being thrown. I turned around expecting to see the shifter on the ground but instead Dean was on his back on the shifter darted down the hallway.
"Stop! Come back here!" Ron yelled and went running after him.
"You alright?" I asked pulling Dean to his feet.
"Yeah, let's go."
I was just about to step into the lobby when I heard Sam yell, "Get down! Now!"
I didn't know what was going on until we heard the sound of a sniper cutting through the glass window and right into Ron's back. I would have screamed if Dean didn't put his hand over my mouth and pulled me behind a divider. I wanted to go check on him and try to help but Dean held me in our spot wrapping his arms around me and all I could do was watch in horror as he slumped to his knees before falling over, dead.
Sam ran over and squatted by us making sure we were alright before handing the key to the padlock on the front door over to Dean, "Here, take care of the guard, I'm going after the shifter," he stated before running off in the direction it had went.
"Don't move," Dean told me as he got up and helped the guard out the door.
I sat there and slightly shook in shock that Ron was lying only fifteen feet away from me in a puddle of his own blood. Sam was right I should have lied to him and got him out of here somehow, he would have been alive right now if he had stayed in the dark. I felt horrible I told him everything was going to be ok and there he was dead.
"I'm so sorry, Ron," I whispered, "You did a real good job tracking this thing, you really did."
I anxiously waited for Dean to return a few minutes later and he held his hand out for me and again I gladly took it.
"We are so screwed," Dean said as we started looking for the shifter again.
I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard my cell phone go off.
Oh mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law. Lawman has put an end to my running and I'm so far from home.
"Well that's fitting," Dean commented as I took my phone out and saw Sam's name on the caller ID.
"Yeah?" I answered switching the phone to my left hand so I could still hold onto Dean.
"Slipped its skin."
"What?" I asked trying not to freak out.
"Yeah, bastard shifts fast a lot faster than the one in St. Louis."
"God, it's like playing the shell game, it could be anybody, again!"
"Yeah, I think most of the employees are out of the vault by now."
"Alright, you search every inch of this place, we'll go and round everybody up."
"Hey Le, you doing ok after what happened to Ronald?"
Instead of answering I hung up the phone and we went to round everyone back up.
SUPERNATURAL
"And I thought you were one of the good guys," the woman from earlier stated as we ushered her and most of the others into the vault.
"What's your name?" Dean asked her.
"Why would you care?"
"My name's Dean," he smiled and not one of those cocky ones but actually a genuine friendly smile.
"I'm Sherry."
"Hi, Sherry, everything's going to be alright this will all be over soon, ok?" he told her before shutting the door, that's when the landline started to ring.
I went over and picked it up, "Yeah?"
"This is Special Agent Victor Hendrickson."
"Yeah, listen I'm not really in the negotiating mood right now," I said kicking myself for even answering the phone in the first place.
"Good. Me neither. It's my job to bring you in; alive is a bonus but not necessary."
"Whoa. Kind of harsh for a Federal Agent, don't you think?" I asked looking over to Dean who was spinning the handle of the door locking everyone in.
"Well, you're not the typical suspect, are you Leah?" he asked and I froze for a second a little taken back that he knew who I was, "I want you, Sam and Dean out here, unarmed or we come in and yes I know about Dean too, the Clyde to your Bonnie."
"Yeah well that's part true but how'd you even know we were here?" I questioned trying to hide the evident fear in my voice.
"Go screw yourself, that how I knew. It's become my job to know about you, Leah. I've been looking for you for weeks now after all your little disappearing acts. I know about Dean murdering those women in St. Louis, I know about how the three of you pulled a Houdini act in Baltimore. I know about the desecrations and the thefts. I know about your dad."
"Hey, you don't know crap about my dad," I sneered into the phone and Dean took a step closer trying to find out what was going on.
"Ex-marine, raised his kids on the road, cheap motels, backwoods cabins. Real paramilitary survivalist type, I just can't get a handle on what type of whacko he was…white supremacist, Timmy McVeigh, to-may-to, to-mah-to."
"You got no right talking about my dad like that, he was a hero!"
"Yeah…right…sure sounds like it. You have one hour to make a decision or we come through those doors full automatic."
I hung the phone up and stared at it for a minute before punching the wall next to it as hard as I could as the stress of the day kept building. Ron was dead, we had no idea who the shapeshifter was, there was a good chance we were all going to jail, some douche bag Fed was trying to tear down my dad and now if we didn't get out of this building and soon there was the very real possibility that we wouldn't be walking out at all.
"Hey," Sam said walking over to where I was pacing the small distance in front of the vault.
"Hey, we've got a bit of a problem outside," Dean replied.
"We've got a problem in here," Sam said pointing to the vault, "I found another body."
We re-opened the vault for like the millionth time today and Dean walked in while Sam and I guarded the door.
"Sherry, we're going to let you go."
"What? Why me?" she asked looking around, Dean looked back to Sam for confirmation who slightly nodded his head.
"Uh, as a show of good faith to the Feds, come on."
"I think I'd rather stay here with the others," she said taking a few steps back and I could swear I saw her eyeing the letter opener Sam had in his hand.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist," Dean said walking forward and grabbing her arm.
He kept a tight grip on her as we followed Sam to the room he found the real Sherry's body in.
"I thought you were letting me go," she said as Dean pushed into the room and showed her the dead body on the floor.
She pulled away from him and started screaming hysterically.
"Is that community theater or are you just naturally that good?" I sneered as I stood in the doorway in case she tried to run.
"This is the last time you become anybody…ever," Sam stated as he raised the letter opener in the air about to stab it through her.
"No! Oh God!" she exclaimed before fainting.
The three of us stood in silence looking between the dead body and the girl that had just fainted completely confused. Obviously one of them was the shifter they looked identical but I had never seen something supernatural faint before, I don't even think it's possible.
"What's the advantage of this plan?" Sam asked what I was thinking, "I mean fainting now wouldn't help it survive."
"Something's not right," I added agreeing with Sam.
Dean knelt down next to the dead body to make sure it was really dead when we heard glass breaking from somewhere else in the bank. I knew it was the S.W.A.T. team coming in for the three of us and was about to tell Sam and Dean to forget the shifter and just run for it when the girl we thought was dead bolted up and grabbed Dean by the throat at the same time the real Sherry woke up.
Sam went over to calm Sherry down and escort her out of the room as I started kicking the shifter in the stomach as hard as I could to get the bitch to let go of Dean. She finally let go turning to punch me in the face knocking me down. Dean got up in his fighting stance and tried to catch her with the letter opener but she dodged out of the way. He grabbed her arm trying to pin her to the wall when part of her skin came off in his hand.
"Gross," Dean said quickly dropping it to the floor.
The shifter tried to get away and Dean head-butt her twice.
"Way to use your head," I commented earning a smirk from him.
He somehow got her pinned to the wall again and was trying to stab her with the letter opener but she was fighting against him. I stood behind him and pushed his elbow with all my strength and between the both of us it rammed through her heart killing her instantly.
"At least something went right tonight," I stated as she slid to the floor.
We turned around to leave and saw a man in a S.W.A.T. uniform standing in the doorway.
"You spoke to soon," Dean whispered as he put his hands up in surrender. I just laughed and walked over to the man who I would have known anywhere even if I couldn't see his face and he handed me a uniform. Dean stood there completely confused looking between the man and myself.
"What you don't recognize your own brother?" I laughed pulling the uniform on as Sam handed one to Dean, "Hurry up we don't have all night you know."
After Dean and I were fully dressed in the S.W.A.T. uniform we walked right out the front door and over to the leveled parking lot we left the Impala at. We made sure no one was around before pulling off our helmets and ski masks.
"We are so screwed," Dean commented as he started the car up and drove as fast as he could in the opposite direction.
"Well maybe next time you two morons will listen to me when I want to take a little shore leave!"