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Chapter 32: Nightshifter Part 2

"So this guy was literally beaten unconscious at this bank?" I asked, trying to tuck the stupid white button down into my black dress skirt. "Did I mention I hate tucking my shirt in?"

Dean smirked, fixing his tie before he got out of the car. "Get out, I'll help."

I held onto my unzipped skirt and got out of the car, disregarding the high heels until I had to wear them. I hated high heels. Every time I wore them I either twisted my ankle or got a bruise from them being so tight. I cursed the person who invented them; probably a fucking man since they'd never have to wear them. They probably thought of the most uncomfortable designs because they knew at least every woman would need a pair of heels for something in their life. These heels, for example, were my all purpose funeral, business and date shoes. If I had an actual job that required me to wear these all day everyday, I think I would take the ends of one of the heels and stab myself in the eye. I could barely wear them for ten minutes without having a problem.

"Hold still." Dean instructed, watching me fidget as he button the lower half of the shirt.

"Sorry," His eyes shifted to my face and he smiled as he turned his attention back to buttoning. "This skirt and fucking blouse make me feel fidgety."

He pulled the zipper of the skirt to the side of my hip and pulled the flap back to tuck my shirt into. His eyes widened for a moment and I smiled slightly as he apparently found the thin black lace panties I was wearing.

"Something wrong?" I asked innocently. I glanced down at his crotch; which seemed incredibly tight in those black pants. What was it with Dean in dark colors that made my molecules buzz?

"You didn't have these on this morning did you?"

"What'd you peep a look at when I was getting dressed?" I wisecracked, letting a slow grin appear on Dean's face. We did that all the time, without the other one knowing when we were doing it. But it was a well known fact that we watched each other get dressed, hell, we even dressed each other half the time.

"I may have…paid attention to the things you were pulling out of the duffel…"

I rolled my eyes. "Right…can you hurry up? I want to be in and out of these clothes A.S.A.P. They're driving me up the wall."

Dean pulled the two tails of the end of the shirt together and overlapped them, gently tucking them into the skirt. He made sure his hands momentarily cupped certain places that made me want to scream. But I bit down on my tongue as Dean zippered it back up with a sly grin.

He leaned in close to my neck and let out a breath through his nose as he drove his lips over my neck, making goose bumps appear everywhere.

"You drive me up the wall." He repeated huskily; taking my sentence and turning it into the horniest thing I'd ever heard. I giggled, pushing him away as Sam got out of the car. I pulled a little bit of the blouse up so it flowered over my skirt and Dean gabbed one of my hands to kiss it gently. "You gonna make me do that all over again?"

I went towards him slowly, pushing my lips against his. "You can help me un-tuck my shirt."

Dean raised his eyebrows and let out a low hum. "I may like that better."

"To answer your question after you got out of the car…" Sam said with a slight annoyed tone and I blushed slightly. I had completely forgotten that I had actually asked a question before Dean offered to help me with the blouse. "Yeah, Ronald was beaten by the attacker."

I winced. "Poor guy." Dean knotted his fingers with mine and I smiled as he flipped hair over my shoulder and headed up the stairs to Ronald's house. "The cops are gonna be involved right? I mean, whatever it is keeps robbing banks."

Sam nodded, turning around and hesitating at the door. "Yeah, surprisingly I hadn't actually thought of that. We're gonna have to be careful." He reached a hand out to knock on the metal of the screen door.

"Careful?" I asked with a scoff. "I say we just avoid this case completely. Cops and us do not mix."

Dean squeezed my hand; it was more forceful like he was scolding me for something. "You know we can't do that. We can't just keep letting this damn thing steal and kill people."

I sighed, thinking of something my father had told me. John had said something like it as well, that the people we were saving were always more important than ourselves. No matter who they were, if they thanked us or not; or still didn't believe in the supernatural after we saved their asses. None of it mattered. The fact they were still living and breathing; that mattered. Not having families or some type of little piece of life for ourselves. None of it. I suddenly squeezed Dean's hand, as hard as I could without his ring digging into my skin. I was beyond lucky to have found that kind of love in him, otherwise, what would I have done? I felt incredibly guilty all of a sudden too. That Sam still had nothing to look foreword too. Nothing but those motel rooms, his brother, and breathing. Dean had saved me from that, I guess I had kind of saved him too.

Dean tilted his head slightly to look at me as Sam knocked more forcefully on the door, calling out Ronald's name. I gave him a weak smile and he returned it, not really sure what was wrong but sensing it. He gave me a soft kiss on the lips and pulled back just in time for the brightest fucking porch light I've ever seen snap to a start and temporarily blind us.

"FBI, Mr. Resnick." Sam called out, shadowing his hand over his eyes.

Dean squinted, slitting his eyes and swore. "What the hell?"

Ronald approached the door but didn't turn off the light. I groaned. "Can we douse the lights, Mr. Resnick?"

He hesitated and seemed to take in all of us at once; like he didn't believe we were cops. Funny. I firmly believed he was a jackass in shining that porch light in people's faces when they were at his door. "Let me see the badge." Dean and Sam literally slammed their badges annoyingly against the screen door while I just kind of flashed him it. I was too busy trying not to ruin my corneas. "I already gave my statement to the police."

Dean cleared his throat. "Yeah, listen, Ronald. There's just some things about your statement we wanted to get some clarification on."

We read the statement? Oh dear, blonde moment Andy. You were pretending to be a cop. Some days, I really thought Sam was right in saying you lost brain cells every time you had sex. No wonder Dean and I were always running low and Sam seemed to be at the top of his game. For some reason a pit in my stomach said it'd be the end of us.

"You read it?" Ronald asked, genuinely surprised. This guy, for some reason, had this tone about him that made me sympathize for him. I have no idea why. But I did. He was short and little on the chubby side and had long wavy hair that reached his shoulders. He reminded me of Jack Black with longer hair and for some reason made me think he worked in a video store before he was a security guy.

"Sure did." I replied to his question.

Ronald shifted again and I gave him a warm comforting smile. Sam had puppy eyes, I had warm smiles, Dean…well lets just say Dean wasn't that much of a people person when it came to warm smiles and cuddling glances. "Come to listen to what I've gotta say?"

"Well, that's why we're here." Dean said with a slight pelvic tilt as he put his hands in his pockets.

Ronald seemed to visibly relax and invited us in. I was just glad I was out from that damn spotlight, it felt like a friggin' tanning bed. Not that I've ever been to one, but I imagined that's what it would feel like.

"Want anything to drink?" He asked politely and I shook my head no, giving him another smile as he shut the door.

We followed him into his living room, which looked like a fourteen year old geek's bedroom and sat down on his couch. I looked around at the Star Wars and X-files posters; there was even a little blow up alien on the floor. But as I looked another wall where a bulletin board was the room seemed to be a little bit more serious and adult. There were maps and markings, circling of areas and connections. There was also tapings on the walls next to the board about the supernatural activity that might have been connected to the banks. Maybe Ronald knew a little bit more than we thought.

"So, you let him into the bank that night? After hours?" Sam asked and Ronald nodded but then hesitated, looking sad.

"The thing I let into the bank…wasn't Juan. I mean, it had his face, but it wasn't his face."

So we were dealing with clones? I found that unlikely. This wasn't a Star Wars movie. Wedigos and vampires…hellhounds that tear your face off, I can deal with. But clones?

Ronald seemed really shaky too, like he hadn't gotten any sleep and was living on coffee and Red Bulls since this had happened. He approached us with a file and handed it to Dean. "Look. This wasn't the only time this happened, okay? Both crimes were pulled by the same thing."

Well that was obvious. I wasn't a cop and I knew that. "What's that, Mr. Resnick?" I asked curiously. I gave him props, minimal amounts, but points none the less. He was doing the legwork, saving a load for Dean, Sam and I. So what had all his work come down to?

Ronald grabbed something off his TV and pointed to it. I resisted the urge to laugh, even though it was strong on seeing as how he was pointing to the damn thing and talking with such seriousness. Some people believed in spirits and demons, others believed in…

"Chinese have been working on it for years. And the Russians before that –- part-man, part-machine."

"Cybermen?" I asked for clarification. "A…" I searched for the work. "mandroid?"

He nodded incessantly, like I pushed a button in his brain that had caused him to do so. Sadly, he would make a very nice bobble head doll, but one that nodded quicker like it was on caffeine. "Like the Terminator, but the kind that can change itself, make itself look like other people."

Dean exchanged a small look with me and I smiled slightly. I could see in his eyes that he wanted to laugh, especially since he knew I wasn't holding up very well. But cleared his throat and snaked his hand down to squeezed mine, like it somehow kept his laughter in that way. "And what makes you so sure about this, Ronald?" Dean asked.

Ronald grinned at us and I smirked, rolling my head to the side a moment. Dean shook his head and ruffled my hair as Ronald turned to the TV and popped a tape into the VCR. I prayed it wasn't an excerpt about mandroids because then I wouldn't be able to keep my laughter contained. I wasn't necessarily laughing at him, more as the idea. Hell, I believed in demons and popped ghosts for a living. Believe in what you wanna believe in.

"See, I made copies of all the security tapes. I knew once the cops got them, they'd be buried. Here." Ronald rambled and I adjusted my seat on the brown couch and fixed my hair.

The tape started to play and of course I couldn't see anything because Ronald was standing in front the whole time. But finally he pushed pause and moved and I felt like my heart was hammering in my chest. Felt like it was beating so damn fast that it was going to disconnect. Fuck. A shapeshifter. There was no way in hell that the light glare off those eyes was anything different.

I reached for Dean's hand, discreetly squeezing the hell out of him. I hated shapeshifters, well I mean, I'm sure Dean hated them too. One had tried to pose as him and me. But I don't think that's what really scared me. Yeah, out of all the things that we had come up against, these things scared me. They could become anyone that they wanted to, and unless it said something, you usually couldn't tell. I couldn't have that thing become Dean again and…touch me, like the other one had. I just couldn't let that happen.

"You see, he's got the laser eyes." Ronald said, pointing to the screen. "And it's not a damn camera flare. They say I'm a post-trauma case. So what? Bank goes and fires me? It don't matter!" I winced as my hand grew tight and I could feel the edges of Dean's ring bite into my skin as Ronald continued his rant. But Dean didn't remove his hand and let me squeeze him for all it was worth. "Now, these robberies –- they're grouped together, so I figure that the mandroid is holed up somewhere in the middle."

I couldn't go to the sewers and look for the damn thing either. Not again. Not when so many things kept me from doing so. I felt like recoiling and running away from this case as fast as I possibly could. Dean had his reasons for hating shifters, but he didn't feel damn hands through his shirt when he thought about them. And that's all I felt. That bastard posing as Dean, feeling me up until I cried. I mean, Sam and Dean had found me with bruises. Who knows what else was done after I passed out. I needed to calm down. I couldn't freak out like this until I had to, or at least till it was just Sam and Dean. Doing this in front of Ronald was embarrassing not to mention unprofessional for an FBI agent.

"There's no such thing as mandroids." Sam told Ronald and I felt bad as I saw his smile fade. We should have told him the truth, he was far from it but I felt bad he had done all this work and just get mocked in the end.

Dean leaned over and whispered in my ear. "You wanna go outside?" He asked and I nodded, standing and tipping my head at him as Dean followed.

Something told me its where we were going to end up soon anyways, because Sam was telling Ronald it was just a camera flare and that his friend robbed the bank. Geez. It was a little harsh for Sam. It something I'd honestly see Dean saying. Needless to say, Ronald threw a fit as soon as he heard it. I reached the stairs of the porch when I heard Ronald scream to get out.

"Hey," Dean said, grabbing my shoulder as I reached the Impala. He turned me around but let go of me as soon as he saw how skittish I looked. "Hey…" It more gentle now, he was afraid the wrong word would break me. I was loud. Always too loud for anything. He hesitated, like he knew he shouldn't be asking this but tried anyways. "What's wrong?"

I laughed slightly, running a hand through my hair and pulling the stupid shirt from the skirt. "I hate shapeshifters." I said, voice full of tears. I looked down at my shoes and sighed, feeling the blister I was getting on the back of my heel. I couldn't wait to take them off.

"Yeah, well, me too. I mean you didn't have one claim your face and set you up for murdering girls." It sounded like he was accusing, even though I knew he wasn't. He was just adding his point.

"Yeah, well," That was mocked, throwing my hands on my hips. Dean didn't appreciate it either, because his frown turned into a scowl. "You didn't have one with your face groping me in a fucking sewer!" I screamed, feeling bad when a dog started barking from the noise.

His eyes seemed to glass over and instantly regret even bringing up this topic. I don't think he ever knew that the shifter had had his face in the sewer when I had received those bruises. I mean, I knew it wasn't Dean, but it'd kill me if I had to go through that shit again. It was highly likely and easy to do. To separate us and impersonate another; look how easy the last one had made it.

Dean shook his head, approaching me. I sniffled and that's all he needed to pull me into a hug, gently stroking my hair. His touches we gentle and tender like he wanted to assure me that it was him and not some shifter with greedy, lustful and painful driven hands. He kissed the spot above my ear and lowered his lips to whisper to me as Sam came out of the house, Ronald screaming at him as Sam descended the steps.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." He placed another kiss. "But as long as your with me or Sam, nothing is going to happen to you. Okay? I'll be damned if I let another shifter get a fucking chance." He seethed and kissed me again, this time on my jaw line as he pulled back. "Okay?" He asked again, running his thumb over my eyebrow. I nodded and smiled slightly, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth.

"Okay." I repeated. "Thanks."

He rolled his eyes and squeezed me around his waist as I saw Sam throw a bunch of papers into the trunk. "Don't need to thank me and you know that."

"Okay," Sam said as we approached, straightening his tie. "We can go."

"Did you take his things?" I asked, looking at the trunk and then back at Sam.

Sam shrugged. "Classified evidence of an ongoing investigation." He concluded and Dean snorted.

"Oh you're definitely FBI material." Dean quirked, opening the back seat for me. He handed Sam the keys and Sam smiled as he took them and got in the drivers as Dean slipped in the back with me.

"Oh, he's not complementing you." I said to Sam as he started the car and I leaned against Dean's chest. "He's calling you an asshole."

I giggled as the realization dawned on Sam and he glared, pulling the out of the space to head back to the motel. I cuddled up to Dean, as much as this stupid skirt would allow and remembered something from earlier this morning.

"Dean, you um," I pushed my hands against his crotch, feeling movement shudder to life like the engine if his damn car. "Hated the waffles this morning right?" I asked innocently, kneading the material of his jeans against his groin. I watched as he could barely answer me but it was amazing how his legs seemed to open a bit wider and his head fell back on the seat. "Dean?" I asked, stopping a moment before putting my hands back on his length. I could feel every inch of him pulse as I touched him.

It took him five minutes to answer me. I knew he was drawing it out just long enough so he could cum successfully. But finally he muttered a no, breathing and full of need.

"Why do you ask?" He was so close I could feel it.

I suddenly just stopped and took my hands off him, making him groan loud enough that Sam looked back at us to make sure we were okay. I smiled, laying my head back on his chest.

"Just wanted to make sure I heard you right the first time."

Until he answered me honestly, I wasn't going to follow through. He leaned his head against mine, panting heavily against my neck.

He muttered something about me being a tease and I rolled my eyes. I leaned in close to his ear and let my fingers brush along a sensitive area. He bit his lower lip and his eyes were suddenly slits.

"Until you answer honestly…" I rubbed a finger against him in a slow circle and then stopped, making his hips buckle slightly. "I'm not doing anything for you."

He opened his eyes as he calmed down and looked at me seriously. He knew I had heard him admit the fact that he liked the waffles. The question was just now could Dean get over his ego and pancake pride and admit it? A few more teases like that? I think he'd be able to pull it off.

Dean tried to shrug like it didn't bother me. "Its called locking myself in the bathroom Core."

I rolled my eyes. "If you start masturbating in the bathroom, I'm gonna do it on our bed." Dean's eyes widened and his cocky grin faded. "With Sam in the room."

Dean frowned and tightened his hold around my waist. Oh yeah, I was definitely going to win this one.

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"Yea know…except for the mandroid part, I liked him." Dean said, referring to Ronald as he sat down at the kitchen table with the maps. I still couldn't believe Sam had taken his legwork. I knew it somewhat came down to laziness. We didn't want to do the legwork either. It was so much better when things were self explanatory and all there was left was destroying the damn thing. "He's not that different from you and me. People think we're crazy."

Sam was watching the camera flare tape again. "Yeah, except he's not a hunter, Dean. He's just a guy who stumbled onto something real. If he were to go up against this thing, he'd get torn apart."

I nodded, I guess that was true. He wasn't so different from Jo, I guess. And she lived. Whatever, I wasn't going to compare or anything. I leaned against the back of Dean's chair, leaning my lips on top of his head as I watched him sketch out Ronald's pattern on a map of the city. I nuzzled my nose against his hair and took in the deep smell of cinnamon, leather and everything that reminded me of Dean. The shapeshifter had smelled like blood and sweat and I wondered why I hadn't noticed that before.

Dean hooked his arm around my back and pulled me to sit on his lap. He smiled slightly and I threw one of my arms across his shoulders, leaning into him as he continued to sketch the layout.

"All right, they like to layer up underground, preferably the sewer. Now, all the robberies have been connected so far, right?" Dean asked and I nodded.

"Right."

"To the sewer main layout." He circled a point on the map with the red sharpie. "There's one more bank lined up on that same sewer main."

"City Bank of Milwaukee." I read off the map and Sam nodded. "So what do we do?"

"Security service? Maybe check the overall grid?"

"Maybe I can flirt with a security guard and get him to invite me in the back room with him. The room with the camera screens?" I offered thoughtfully, even though I was just trying to get a rise out of Dean.

He jerked his thigh and I bounced on his lap for a moment. I turned to smile at him and he glared. I leaned in and kissed him gently. "Kidding baby."

"What about what you said before?"

"Oh that," I glanced at Sam just for emphasis. "Totally serious. So…did you like the waffles?"

Dean swallowed. Ego slightly larger than his lust drive right now. But after this case was done and over, there'd be a lot of free time. And Dean and I knew how to fill up free time perfectly. "No."

I shrugged, kissing him. "Have it your way." I looked as Sam stood and took out the tape. He then crossed the room and got us getups to wear into the bank. I groaned at the blue jumpsuits. "SecuriServe Guard Service?"

Sam grinned and threw them on the bed. "SecuriServe Guard Service."

I shrugged, getting off Dean. "Well, at least it's better than the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus for the Cooper Carnival."

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So we made it in rather smoothly. We dressed in the stupid jumpsuits and mine felt incredibly too tight for my chest, which Dean seemed to be enjoying as he watched me struggle. We walked through the main lobby of the bank following a friendly security guard that would remind you of someone's grandfather that bakes cookies.

"Well, we haven't had any flags go up on our system yet." He continued and I just looked at Sam and Dean. I definitely should not be saying anything because I had no idea how to bullshit this part. Doctors, student, FBI, U.S. Marshalls…but being part of the SecuriServe Guard Service? No…

"No, no. This is a glitch in the overall grid. We just wanna make sure the branch monitors are kosher." Dean answered and the guard nodded, understanding. Whatever, as long as we didn't get caught and went where we needed to be.

The guard led us into the monitor room and hesitated at the door as we each took our seats to watch the screens. "All righty. You guys need anything else?"

I smiled and shook my head. "We'll be in and out before you know it. Just a routine check."

"Okey-dokey." He said with a smile and closed the door. Definitely someone's grandfather.

Dean snorted and grinned. "I like him. He says, "Okey-dokey"."

Sam rolled his eyes and glanced at me. "What if he's the shifter?"

I heard Dean's grin turn into a frown and semi-serious mode took over. "Well, then we follow him home with a silver bullet in his chest plate."

I twisted my fingers nervously as I watched the screens, trying to pick up every detail at once. The sooner we figured out who this shifter was impersonating we could get the hell out of here. I was really starting to get this bad pit in my stomach. Something was going to happen and it wasn't going to be good.

"Andy, you okay?" Sam asked me, and I turned to see both boys looking at me intently. I nearly rolled my eyes at the concern; come on guys. Pay attention to the screens, not how freaked out Andy is.

I nodded and tried to give them both a smile that I didn't even believe. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit nervous I guess."

Sam nodded but didn't say anything; I'm sure he knew what this was about and Dean just hooked an arm around my waist and I sat on his lap. I sighed, a bit embarrassed I was actually letting this get to me a little but I did feel a whole lot better in his arms.

After a while of watching and second guessing and making sure all over again, we had checked mostly everyone in the bank. Dean gazed over at the security guard and zoomed in on his face a moment.

Dean sighed. "Well, it looks like Mr. Okey-Dokey is…okey-dokey."

"Maybe we jumped the gun on this…" Sam trailed off, looking at one of the screens for a moment. "Wait, look."

"That's the bank manager." I said quietly, seeing the eyes glow a silvery shade.

Dean scoffed and I got up off his lap. "Hello, freak…"

"Come on." Sam said and Dean followed him to the door.

I glanced at another screen as I rounded the chair to follow them. Shit. "Guys…" I called them back.

"What?" Dean asked.

I pointed to a screen of the outside doors, which Ronald was standing at, locking. I shook my head. "Hello, Ronald."

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