"Wake up!" came a voice from outside the door.

Blaire groaned and rolled onto the other side of her bed as Dean got up from the spare one and let his brother in. Sam wasted no time in coming over to the table he was sitting at the night before as he placed three sets of coffee down with his laptop. As much as Blaire wanted to stay asleep, the smell of coffee reached her nostrils and made her long for the taste of the hot beverage. When was the last time that she actually drank coffee anyways?

"Are you out of your mind? Couldn't you have waited a couple of more hours?" Dean grumbled.

"We have to do this now" Sam told his brother.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"I've been investigating about the weird stuff that has been happening around here, Dean" Sam explained. "I came across a few suspicious events that are very similar to a shape shifter. I know that shape shifters can't be the reason why Blaire lost her memory but it's a start. We can probably ask around and see if they know anything. What do you think? It's worth a shot"

"I think you're crazy" Dean sighed. "You can't expect all three of us to go to a shape shifters lair and ask about this situation and expect to live. The damn things will try to kill us off the minute it sees us. We can't let the shape shifters know anything and not expect them to tell their friends about this. A hunter losing her memory sounds like a baby ready to be a target"

"I'm not a baby" Blaire sat up from her bed.

"I was using that as an example" Dean turned to her.

"Listen to me. It's worth a shot" Sam argued.

"The shape shifters will just take into my form and do God know what to my reputation"

"Oh, I've been there"

"We tried looking for any demon that takes memories and it just doesn't make sense" Sam let out.

Blaire had to admit that Sam was right about one thing. The three of them alone had been spending nearly half of the night scrambling through books, notes, and websites to try and figure out what happened. The problem was that the three of them had gone through so many circles and loop holes that it left them all more confused than ever. The only positive is that Bobby had volunteered to help out and would get back to them if he found something.

"They don't play well with others, Sam, you know this" Blaire said. "These guys will just tear us to shreds and let us be done with it. You are a Winchester and that name doesn't come around lightly. Once they figure that out, they will make sure to not let us out of their lair alive"

Sam let out a frustrated sigh as he turned back to the window and took in a long drink from his coffee. He was trying his best to help Blaire out but no one was thinking of what they could gain from the shape shifters. He was more than willing to ask for questions and save future victims lives if it meant one step closer to both goals. Unfortunately, nothing seems to be working out the way he planned it 30 minutes ago.

"It's a nice try, Sammie" Dean acknowledged. "But it would also be one of our worst tries also. We've had too many close calls with those beings and I'm not up for another round. We'll just have to think up of another way"

"There is no other way!" Sam let out. "You want to find out, Dean, don't you?"

"Yes-"

"There is no other way to do it!"

"No-"

"There could be a big key in her memory that they don't want any of us to find out" Sam argued.

"I know-"

"There is no way in hell that the key to her memories is in any of our books so we'll just have to take the dangerous road" Sam said.

Dean looked over to Blaire for some kind of support. To his surprise, he could actually see the wheels in her head slowly turning as she was about to give in. He didn't want his little brother or Blaire to go without him in a shape shifter's lair without him. As much as he hated this moment right now, Sam was right but in a very wrong way.

"Fine" Dean rubbed his eyes. "Where do we start?"

"The sewers" Sam said slowly.

"Do you know how big Dallas is?" Dean asked. "There's too much to cover!"

Sam seemed prepared as he quickly typed in a few keys into his laptop. Blaire squinted her eyes and walked over to stand behind him as he pulled up a blueprint of the city of Dallas. He seemed to have red pinpoints on supposed attacks and highlighted the actual radius. Each attack was in different directions but only four miles away from each other in total.

"This is insane" Blaire muttered. "I wish I paired up with you during my run in with a scarecrow"

"You ran into a scarecrow?" Dean asked.

"Yeah" Blaire looked up to him. "It was in Kansas. Did you know that one of the world's largest farms resides in that state? Guess where that scarecrow just so happened to be in? It took me nearly five days to figure out which scarecrow it was. It was ruthless but also pretty sneaky. I was so exhausted by the time I finally captured that thing. I didn't want to drive around after that"

Dean looked down to the young woman and couldn't believe any part of her story. His run in with a scarecrow nearly got him mutilated by the townspeople. He wondered if she had any other close calls that he wasn't tell him her. A part of him really wanted to know what kind of crisis that he could've prevented if he had just stayed with her from the beginning.