Sam hoped that however this thing was choosing babies that it would choose Dean and Lisa's. He figured he probably shouldn't say that to Dean, though. He decided he would say as little as possible to Dean. He would suggest that he stay outside and watch from there. That would probably be the best plan anyway.

Since talking to Dean yesterday, he hadn't found out much more. Another baby had been taken last night, but he hadn't bothered going to that house. He wouldn't find anything there he hadn't found at the other houses.

He walked up and rang the door bell. "Sammy!" Dean greeted him, enthusiastically.

"Hey, Dean," Sam muttered. Had Dean always been so annoying?

"So, any more information."

"No. Another kid was snatched last night, but I figured I would just come on here," Sam said.

Dean was glad that Sam was making his namesake a priority. He wouldn't have expected anything less from his little brother, though. "Thanks."

"Uh-huh," Sam said. "So, I guess I'll just hang out outside and watch tonight." And with that he went outside to see what he could lay for a trap.

"Not very friendly, is he?" Lisa asked. She had seen most of the exchange from the other room.

Dean shrugged. He figured it was probably just a side effect from Hell. Sam would be more Sammy like later.

SSS

The shapeshifter watched. He had known it was stupid to go after a former hunter, but he had loved the thrill of it. Tonight, he had to get his child. He didn't particularly care about them, but it was time to raise an army.

SSS

"Is he at least going to come in for dinner?" Lisa asked. Sam had been outside all day. He laid down some salt, was making silver bullets, preparing for anything and everything. Dean had gone out a couple of times to ask if he wanted help, but Sam had brushed him off.

"I'll go ask," Dean said. He was glad Sam was back, but he was getting a little sick of the attitude and he had only been around for a few hours.

He found Sam in the garage. "Are you going to come in for dinner?" Dean asked.

"I should stay out here and keep guard," Sam responded.

"Dude, you said all the kids were snatched at night and the parents killed in bed. We're probably fine for the next couple of hours. We don't even know if whatever it is is going to come here anyway."

Sam could tell he was pushing his luck. He would have to go inside and eat with the family before Dean became suspicious. The last thing he wanted to do was make chit-chat with these people. "OK."

Dinner was a decidedly awkward affair. After a few minutes of nobody saying anything, Lisa decided to find out what Dean was like as a kid.

"So, Sam, any embarrassing stories about Dean from when you guys were kids?"

Ben perked up at that. He'd love to hear stories about his hero when he was his age.

Sam considered. "One time he let this girl make him try on his underwear."

"How did you know about that?" Dean exploded. That was so embarrassing. He was going to kill Sam.

"Her sister was my age. She was spying on you guys and told me," Sam said.

"That is so lame. I can't believe you did that," Ben laughed.

Dean sighed. Then he noticed something. Sam just seemed to be factually answering a question. He was taking no joy in having embarrassed his brother to no end.

"Well, thanks for dinner, Lisa. I'm going to go back outside," he said as he stood up. He went out without another word.

"He's creepy," Ben said.

"He's not creepy. He's just readjusting," Dean defended his brother. But, it was more out of habit than anything else. He had to agree. Sam was a little creepy.

SSS

Lisa and Ben went to sleep. Little Sam had been put down a couple of hours ago. He was just starting to sleep through the night, which was nice. Sam was outside in the garage, Dean assumed. Dean sat in a chair in the hallway, where he could keep an eye on the nursery. He had a salt gun and a silver bullet gun, next to him. He had no idea what it was, though, so wasn't sure, if either of those things would work.

Suddenly Sam came running up the stairs. "What is it?" Dean asked.

"I think it got in," Sam said.

"The only thing I've heard is you just now," Dean said hestitantly. "Did you see it?"

"I saw a blur come in the back door, so I came in the front."

"What should we do?" Dean asked.

"What are in the guns?"

"Silver and salt."

"OK, give me the silver and keep the salt."

Dean handed him one of the guns. "Where are all the guns you were loading earlier today."

Instead of answering him, Sam hit him over the head with the gun. Then he turned into Dean and hauled the real Dean into the bathroom. The shapeshifter had managed to sneak by Sam downstairs. This was going a lot easier than he had hoped.

"Dean?" Lisa came out of the bedroom. She thought she heard something.

"It's OK. Go back to sleep, Lise." He didn't want to shoot anyone. The hunter outside looked cold and capable. He didn't want to alert him. For the first time, he would leave the parents alive. It was risky, but less risky than trying to take down two hunters instead of just the one.

Lisa smiled at him and went back in the bedroom. The shifter proceeded to the nursery to grab the baby. He walked outside with him.

"Hey," Dean yelled. He had come to and raced down the stairs.

Sam heard the yell and came running out of the garage. He saw one Dean out on the sidewalk with the kid and another Dean yelling at him from the porch and quickly approaching. OK, at least he knew what they were dealing with now.

He took out his gun and fired it at the shapeshifter.