Truth or Lie?

Dean huffed as he paced the cell. It was unusual compared to anywhere they had been held before. A large square structure in the middle of a dimly lit room, with horizontal bars. What had really surprised the two boys, was the blue light between the bars, that zapped them when touched, making the cell practically inescapable.
"This case is turning into a bloody Star Trek episode. Flashing lights in the sky, lasers vaporizing people and now prison cells with forcefields. When did our life turn so weird?"
Sam snorted from where he sat on the floor.
"Seriously Dean? We hunt ghosts and Demons and your asking when our life turned weird?"
Dean opened his mouth to answer, but found he couldn't and shrugged. He went back to pacing and Sam noticed the two Marines guarding the door, exchange a baffled look. They must have heard what they were saying, but before Sam could give it much thought, he saw the guards straightened to attention. The short haired man who had arrested them, was the first through the door, followed by the rest of his team. Sam stood up and moved closer to his brother, both watching their captors.
"What were you doing outside the Kennedy's house?"
Dean shrugged.
"Sightseeing?"
Sam fought against a smile and rolled his eyes. The soldier didn't look impressed by the answer.
"Sightseeing?"
Dean didn't say a word. The man crossed his arms.
"I take it then that you were just sightseeing at the Oakland Ports as well, when you were asking around about the crew of The Helix?"
Sam frowned.
"Who are you?"
The soldier turned his gaze onto Sam and was silent for a moment.
"Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard of the United States Air Force."
The Winchesters exchanged a confused look.
"Why are the Air Force interested in us?"
Dean asked with a frown.
"You're interfering in a military case."
Sam crossed his own arms.
"The military have no jurisdiction on home soil."
The soldier smiled.
"Neither do the dead, yet your brother is looking remarkably good for it. This is a classified case."
Deans eyes narrowed.
"Say again?"
Sheppard turned and held out a hand to the short woman beside him.
"Teyla?"
She gave him a sheet of paper and he shoved it close to the bars.
"Your death certificate, from St Louis, Missouri, I believe."
Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. He remembered that case. A shapeshifter had been taking on the shape of different people and then beaten their loved ones close to death, resulting in the actual people being sent to jail, for a crime they didn't commit. It had ended with the Shapeshifter taking Deans shape and getting shot by the man himself.
"Care to explain?"
Dean glanced at Sam, who just nodded.
"Shapeshifter."
The Colonel paused, blinking uncertainly at them. The little man with the tablet snorted, looking up for the first time since he had entered the room.
"Seriously? That's what you're going with?"
The woman, Teyla, looked between the men with confusion.
"What is the matter with his answer?"
Sheppard shook his head and lowered his arm.
"Shapeshifters are mythical creatures that could change their shape from one form to another. For example, it could look like you, then change to look like Ronon. Think Mystique in X-Men. Only problem is, they don't exist."
Dean smirked.
"Oh they do. We hunt them."
Dean was expecting sceptical looks, which the man with the tablet was certainly giving him, but the Colonel was frowning slightly. Teyla exchanged a look with the silent dreadlocked man in the shadows.
"You hunt Shapeshifters?"
Sam nodded at Sheppard.
"Oh come on, pull the other leg. There is no such things as Shapeshifters on Earth."
The man with the tablet exclaimed loudly.
"You've seen them before, haven't you?"
Sam glanced at Dean, who was watching the Colonel. Sheppard's gaze met Deans and his jaw tightened, eyes narrowing.
"What makes you say that?"
Dan grinned.
"You have that look. Like you've seen things you can't explain."
Sam shifted beside him and Sheppard shook his head.
"Just sounds like stories to me."
"It's not just Shapeshifters that we hunt. There are Ghosts, Wendigo, Werewolves, Vampires, Angels and Demons. Dean's right. Anything you've ever read about, we hunt."
Sam added.
"Yep. We are actually in the process of trying to stop Lucifer and Michael from kicking of the Apocalypse."
Sheppard raised both eyebrows at that.
"Do you know just how insane you sound?"
Dean shrugged.
"Trust me, I know. Had this problem many times."
Sheppard rubbed a hand over his eyes.
"So, why were you outside the Kennedys house? What were you hunting?"
The man with the tablet huffed in disbelief.
"Are you seriously going to listen to them Sheppard?"
"Shut up Rodney."
Sam glanced at the big man in the corner who had remained silent through everything. His arms were crossed and he watched everyone with an intense gaze. The two marines at the door, were watching their Colonel with interest.
"We think they are actually Demons. We were heading to intercept a girl we saw in their office. I met her a few days ago. She had the same yellow eyes of a high power Demon, but in the house, we saw her Shapeshift. We wanted to know what she was and what the Demons were planning."
Sheppard frowned, his body tensing slightly at the mention of the yellow eyed girl.
"A shapeshifting girl with yellow eyes?"
Dean shrugged, eying the Colonel curiously.
"Yeah. We saw her through the window and she changed into a cat when someone entered the office."
Sheppard exchanged a look with his team.
"These yellow eyes, what do they mean to you?"
Dean sighed, but it was Sam who answered.
"The eyes indicate a Demon's place in the hierarchy. Black is the lowest level. Red means they are crossroads Demons. The ones you go to, to make a ten year deal in exchange for your soul."
Dean picked it up from there. Sam watched the Colonel more closely.
"Yellow means they are in command. Like a General and White is the overall leader. Lilith was a white eyed Demon. She was the only one who could break the final seal on Lucifer's cage."
Before Sheppard could come up with a response to that, Sam decided to take a chance.
"The shifter was strange though."
Everyone, including Dean, looked at him strangely. Sam shrugged at his brother. He was playing on a hunch.
"How so?"
Sam smiled when the Colonel asked.
"Well, for one, her eyes. A shifters eyes don't glow unless you are looking at them through a camera. Hence we thought she was a Demon."
Dean nodded, realising what Sam was doing.
"She talked funny to. When I talked to her, she kept mentioning ships and planets. Called herself a Therian."
The Winchester's knew they had gotten it right. Rodney's head snapped up and the silent mountain of muscle shifted slightly, straightening up from the wall. Teyla and Sheppard exchanged a look, but before anything could be said, the Colonel's earpiece beeped.
Colonel Sheppard sir?
"Yes. What is it?"
He placed a hand to his ear and turned slightly away from their prisoners.
We went looking for the black Chevy Impala sir and uh,
"What is it?"
Well sir, there is no car here matching your description.
Sheppard frowned.
"What do you mean it's not there? A black, 67, chevrolet Impala."
He noticed offhandedly that the older brothers head shot up at that.
No sir. No black Chevrolets of any kind. The red Jaguar is still here and the police are canvassing the area for any witnesses on who took it. A couple of the cops said that a young woman in a leather jacket took a black Impala sir. We estimated it to be just after you picked up your prisoners sir.
Sheppard rolled his eyes.
"So, whoever stole the Jaguar, saw the car with the police and stole the Impala instead."
The Colonel was briefly distracted by the sudden explosion of creative swearing behind him. He looked round to see Sam lay a hand on his brother's shoulder, who looked like he was about to have an aneurism.
Looks like it sir.
"Find me that car. It's looking like this girl is important somehow."
yes sir.
The line cut of and Sheppard turned back to his ghost hunting prisoners.
'Who is this girl? Could it be?'
He brushed the thought away, shaking his head.
"Are you really telling me, that she took my car?"
Sheppard frowned, raising an eyebrow at the man.
"yeah. Sorry about that."
The glare he received in response was almost as scary as the Wraith. Almost.
He left the Brig and it's occupants, his team following and his thoughts whirling. Dean turned to Sam.
"She stole my car Sam."
He growled angrily.
"We don't know that."
Sam winced at the glare Dean levelled at him.
"Okay, it's a pretty good guess and everyone believes it."
Dean started pacing again and Sam wondered how long it would be before the bars melted under the man's glare. Even the Marines looked nervous. He sat back on the floor and watched his brother stew.
"We will get it back Dean, but first we need to figure out how to get out of here."
Dean snorted.
"Well, telling the truth didn't work. Go figure."
"I don't know."
Dean paused, raising an eyebrow at his brother. Sam shrugged.
"Just, it seemed like that Colonel partly believed us."
Dean sighed, slumping to the floor beside Sam.
"Yeah, I thought we were getting through to, especially with that strange girl, but he sure didn't seem convinced when he left."
"They seem to know what a Therian is and the talk of planets and ships didn't phase them."
Dean grunted.
"Yet they don't believe in ghosts and Demons. Who are they?"
They sat in silence for a moment.
"So, what are we going to do?"
"Well, we aren't getting out on our own."
Dean said, tapping at the forcefield around the cell and cursing at the pain that shot up his arm. Sam rolled his eyes.
"So I guess I could try calling Castiel. If nothing else, it will prove we weren't lying about Angels."
Dean closed his eyes, tilting his head forward.
"Cas, we could really do with some help here. We can't get out of this jail on our own. So if you could get your feathery ass here pronto, it would be appreciated."
He opened one eye and slumped when nothing happened. Even the Marines had broken formation to peer in curiously. Eventually they shrugged and went back to staring ahead. Dean tried again. It was going to be a long night.

Sheppard stopped in one of the hallways, personnel hurrying past on their own missions. He rubbed the back of his neck, gazing out of a window at the island that hid Atlantis from San Francisco's view.
"Are we really going to believe they hunt monsters?"
Sheppard turned to Rodney and shrugged.
"After everything we have seen in the Pegasus Galaxy, can we really dispute it?"
Rodney made to say something, but Sheppard waved a hand to cut him of.
"Either way, we can definitely say they have seen something that's not from Earth."
Rodney scowled.
"What?"
Teyla rolled her eyes and Ronon smirked. Sheppard just gave Rodney a dirty look.
"Yellow eyed girl who changes into a cat and talks about planets? Ring any bells? We only know one Therian."
"Chimera."
Ronon said quietly. Rodney huffed. He had recognised the name, but there was no way she could have made it to Earth.
"Do you really think it could be her Colonel?"
Teyla asked, but it was Rodney who replied.
"No way. She left us in the Pegasus Galaxy. There is no way she could have gotten to Earth without a ship."
"Unless she met the Travellers."
Sheppard added. Rodney paused before shaking his head.
"They don't have strong enough Hyperdrives."
"Except we all know she was smart enough to run circles around you and Zelenka. If she met the Traveller's, Chimera could have given them what they needed to boost the Hyperdrive and make it to this Galaxy."
That quietened Rodney for a moment.
"Why would she do that?"
Ronon queried.
"Perhaps she wanted to help them find safety and a fresh start away from the Wraith."
Teyla suggested after some thought.
"Well, if that's the case, she should have a ship in orbit. We can find it if we do a scan."
"Unless she just got dropped of."
Sheppard argued, then sighed.
"Do it anyway Rodney. Might as well be certain and I doubt she would want to stay stranded on Earth for the rest of her life."
Rodney hurried away to the Control Tower.
"It will be good to see her again."
Teyla commented as they walked at a slower pace.
"Except she never once came back to Atlantis. I doubt she wants to see us."