The SWAT Team was in the building now. The shifter had changed into the adoring woman from the vault and the bitch was running loose. What else could go wrong? Well, he shouldn't say that. They were all still alive. Dean searched the back rooms of the bank with Kayla following behind, it wasn't long before they found her again.
It was strong, that's for sure. They fought the thing hand to hand for awhile and it managed to get a few good blows in. Dean finally pinned it against the wall.
"Kayla."
She didn't hesitate. She grabbed the silver letter opener from the floor and stabbed it into her side. Sam came in moments later, dressed in SWAT gear, with two more uniforms in his hands.
Dean smirked. "Way to go Sammy."
It was easy to get out after that but they waited until they were back in the car to remove their gear. They sat in silence for a few minutes, catching their breath and lowering their heart rates. Dean grimaced and started the car.
"We are so screwed. Kayla, you just did that interview. If anyone recognized you…"
"I doubt anyone recognized me."
"She can just claim hostage." Sam offered.
Dean shook his head. "The other hostages will give statements that she was helping us. If people find out…"
"They could be knocking on my parents' door. Dean, it's ok. They'll protect us if anyone asks questions."
He nodded and pulled out of the garage. This was gonna be tough and he had no idea how to get out of it. Too much went on today to think that much about it; he was exhausted.