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Chapter 16 Night Rangers
"Okay, so refresh my memory, who's this guy again?" Mia Wilkins asked as she and the two Winchester brothers walked up the steps to interrogate a witness of their newest case.
Sam flipped open his notebook and read aloud, "His name is Ronald Resnick. He was a security guard at the Milwaukee Trust Bank at the time of the bank robbery. He was beaten up by the teller who heisted the place."
Mia nodded in understanding. "So this case is just like that woman at the jewelry store. She worked there for years, and all of a sudden she ended up robbing the place, murdering the security guard, and then killing herself."
"Yep," Dean replied, "and we have no motives. Hopefully, this guy can shed some light on who, or what, we're dealing with here."
Sam knocked on the screen door of the suburban house. There was silence and suddenly a bright light, that seemed to blind them, shone on the porch.
"My eyes!" Mia exclaimed as she shielded herself from the light's severity.
Sam shielded his own face while Dean uttered a curse.
A man in his early thirties with shoulder-length brown hair opened the door and peered at them worriedly.
"Can I help you?" He asked timidly.
"Mr. Resnik? We're from the FBI, we'd like to ask you some questions if you don't mind," Sam explained coolly.
"Let me see the badges," Ronald Resnik demanded.
In unison, Sam, Dean, and Mia pulled out their badges and placed them against the screen door for Ronald to see. He glanced at them carefully before opening the door.
Dean told Ronald that they needed to clarify a couple of things from his police statement. The man agreed and led them into his living room. The various maps, newspapers, and photographs of aliens, which adorned the walls, immediately struck the three hunters. It seemed to them that Ronald was a little bit of a sci-fi enthusiast. Actually, more than a little bit…
"None of the cops called me back after I made my statement," Ronald began, "they didn't care what I had to say after I told them what was really going on."
"And what was that, exactly?" Mia questioned as she sat down on the couch beside the brothers.
The man turned and looked her right in the eye, "Juan didn't rob the bank, I swear. The two of us were friends. On my night shifts, he'd come back to the bank and we'd play cards. I was the one who let him into the bank that night, but it wasn't him. Well, actually, it was him… I mean, it looked like him but it was too perfect to be him. It was almost like I was looking at something man-made, like a giant Juan-doll."
"A what?" Sam retorted, frowning at the word, 'Juan-doll'.
Ronald handed him a folder on the jewelry store that they'd just investigated.
"This isn't the only time something like that happened. At this jewelry store, this woman worked there, and then one day, out of the blue; she robbed the place, shot her friend, the security guard, and killed herself," He elaborated.
Dean, Sam, and Mia exchanged surprised glances. This guy had certainly done his homework.
"Both of these crimes were done by the same thing," Ronald added.
"What's that?" Sam inquired.
In reply, Ronald held up a magazine, which featured a picture of a cyborg along with a headline praising some sci-fi fandom.
"Are you claiming that the Cybermen from Doctor Who are to blame?" Mia asked in an amused tone of voice.
Ronald scoffed, "No. That's stupid. I'm saying it's some sort of machine. Part man, part machine. The Russians have been working on this for years, and the Chinese before them. Looks like they've finally pulled it off to create the Mandroid."
"Mandroid?" Sam and Mia repeated concernedly.
Ronald nodded. "It has the ability to alter its appearance to look like other people."
"Like in Terminator 2," Dean grinned.
"Exactly!"
"What makes you so sure that Juan was a… well…" Sam trailed off.
"I have copies of the security tapes," Ronald smiled, "let me show you."
He excitedly set up his VCR to show them the tapes while the three hunters anxiously waited. They hadn't had any luck accessing the security tapes themselves and were grateful that Ronald had been able to get them.
The video showed them the bank teller, Juan. The young man walked passed the camera and a strange light-reflection seemed to be in his eyes, as though they were glowing.
Mia frowned at the discovery, as she wracked her brain to remember what kind of creature had glowing eyes when exposed to video. Sam and Dean exchanged looks: they knew exactly what kind of creature they were dealing with after having dealt with a similar one less than a year ago.
Ronald continued to ramble on about the 'mandroid's' laser eyes and how the cops hadn't believed his story. They'd attributed it to post-traumatic stress.
"I don't care what they think. The bank can go ahead and fire me, but I know what I'm seeing. It's not some camera flare. I'll hunt it down myself if I have to. This thing kills people. It murders them, makes it look like a suicide then morphs into them and steals things," Ronald went on.
He moved over to a map of the city and showed them a trail of which places the Mandroid had hit and circled the sewer line that connected the places. He told them that he believed the Mandroid lived in the sewers to recharge its 'Mandroid batteries'.
Sam stood up and took a deep breath. "Ronald, I want you to listen carefully because I'm going to tell you the truth about all of this."
Mia raised her eyebrows. Was Sam actually going to tell him what was happening?
However, Sam didn't tell Ronald the truth. Instead, he lied to his face. He told Ronald that it was a camera flare he was seeing and that he needed to stop making things up that didn't exist. There were no evil monsters, robots, or aliens, it was only people doing bad things.
"Get out," Ronald growled, hurt that Sam didn't believe him.
"Mr. Resnick, I'm sorry but-" Sam tried to soften the blow but Ronald was already furious.
"Get out of my house!" He thundered.
Sam, Dean, and Mia made a run for the door and piled into the Impala to head over to their motel.
After inspecting a map of the town and tracking the sewer line that Ronald had pointed out, the three hunters were able to pinpoint the location of the next burglary to another nearby bank.
They donned coveralls and showed up at the bank pretending to be inspecting the security system. The friendly security guard let them in and allowed them access to the security room where they could see video surveillance of the entire building.
"Alright, so when our shapeshifter creature shows up, we can catch it on the tape because of that lens flare?" Mia clarified when the three of them were finally alone.
"Yep, then we escort it outside and take care of it," Dean added as he confirmed the doors were locked behind them.
Sam nodded. "It shouldn't be too complicated. Dean and I have dealt with one of these before, they're vulnerable to silver."
"You have?" Mia questioned. "What happened?"
"We managed to kill the sucker," Dean replied.
Sam snorted, "Yeah after it transformed into Dean and framed him for attempted murder."
Mia's eyes widened. "What?"
Sam went on to explain the case to Mia and finished by explaining that a shapeshifter could take the shape of anyone and could do this very quickly. Only pure silver weapons were any match against them.
"I hope Ronald figures that out," Mia added, thinking about the poor, misguided, vigilante.
"We shouldn't worry about him," Sam replied, "with luck, he'll give up his little project."
Dean spoke up, "I don't know… I feel kinda bad for the guy. He did a lot of legwork for us, after all. I think we should've given him some credit."
Mia nodded in agreement, "Dean's right. We should have at least acknowledged that he was on the right track."
"No," Sam answered. "Ronald stumbled onto something he didn't realize was real and dangerous. If we told him he was right, he'd try to go after the creature and probably get himself killed."
"Well, he's probably going to end up doing that anyway," Mia replied. "You telling him that this thing is made up isn't going to help him. If anything, it will make him more determined to prove himself and end up doing something stupid."
Dean agreed but Sam insisted that Ronald would be discouraged enough from doing anything to track down the 'Mandroid.'
After a couple of hours of watching the security cameras, the three of them became bored. They began to wonder if it was possible that the shapeshifter had come and gone already until Sam spotted a flare in one of the security cameras.
"The bank manager, it's a perfect disguise" Dean noted as the three of them started to get up.
Sam nodded. "We'll just grab him, and convince him to go outside with us, then we can load him with silver."
The boys moved to exit the room but Mia grabbed Sam's arm in order to draw his attention back to the security feed.
"I told you he was gonna do something reckless to prove himself," She sighed, as she gestured towards the television screen that showed Ronald Resnick with a large gun strapped to his back, bolting the bank doors from the inside.
"Wonderful," Dean groaned as the three of them now had to act fast before Ronald did anything dumb.
They ran to the front of the bank where Ronald was brandishing his gun and yelling for everyone in the building to get onto the floor.
When he noticed the three hunters in their coveralls, he gasped and pointed his gun at them.
"You!" He exclaimed in shock, "Get on the floor, now!"
They all put their hands up and slowly sank onto their knees.
"Who are you guys? I knew you weren't FBI! Who are you working for? The men in black? The Mandroid?" Ronald rambled anxiously.
"We are not working for the Mandroid!" Sam exclaimed in a mixture of disbelief and annoyance.
Ronald glared at him. "Shut up! I don't like you!"
Dean gave his brother a smirk and Sam rolled his eyes.
Ronald pointed his gun at one of the bank's security guards who was cowering in a corner. "You! Frisk them, check if they're packing."
Immediately the young man stood and ran over to the three of them. He patted down Sam, then Dean. But as he was patting down Dean's legs, he found a hidden blade that had been tucked into the side of his shoe.
"I thought we agreed no weapons inside the bank," Sam groaned in exasperation as the guard brought the blade over to Ronald.
Dean shot back, "I wasn't gonna just walk in here naked."
"Me either," Mia announced as she took the opportunity of Ronald's back being turned to deal with the blade, in order to pull out her own gun.
She stood and aimed the gun at Ronald's back, "Look, I don't want to hurt you, just put down your gun, and let's talk this out together."
"No!" Ronald insisted, turning to aim his much larger gun at her, "I'm going to stop this thing, and I'm not going to let you, the cops, your partners, or anyone else get in my way."
Dean leaned towards his brother, "Where was she keeping that gun?"
"Ronald," Mia began steadily, "I know you want to help, okay? We get it. But swinging that thing around isn't going to do anything but get people hurt. We believe you, but-"
Ronald cried back, "No, you don't believe me! Nobody believes me! Everyone just thinks I'm crazy!" His finger hovered over the trigger and Dean cleared his throat to grab Ronald's attention.
"Listen, we really do believe you," Dean chimed in, gesturing for Ronald to go over to him.
Cautiously, the vigilante came over to Dean and Sam who were still on their knees with their hands up.
"It's the bank manager," Dean whispered.
"What?" Ronald asked, taken aback.
Dean smiled, "Why do you think we're dressed like this? We've been watching the cameras in the back, we saw him."
Ronald became excited by the possibility that he was actually being believed. "You saw the laser eyes!"
"Yes! No! No, it doesn't matter. What matters is we need to catch this guy before he gets away!"
Ronald stepped back and eyed Dean warily. "Like I'm gonna trust you."
"You can take me as your prisoner," Dean suggested. "But whatever we do, we have to do it fast because the longer we stay here arguing, the longer it has to change into someone else. We believe you, man."
Ronald lowered his gun, as though seriously considering Dean's offer. Mia kept her pistol on him in case he decided to make any sudden movements.
Ronald sighed. "All right, you're coming with me. Everyone else gets into the vault including your two little partners!"
"Yeah, that's not happening," Mia retorted flashing her pistol at Ronald, reminding him he didn't control what she wanted to do.
Ronald grunted, "Fine, you can come too."
"What about me?" Sam inquired as he got to his feet.
"Vault," Ronald shot back, before using his large gun to coax people into moving to the large vault on the other side of the bank.
Once everyone, including Sam, was inside. Dean slammed it shut and he, Mia, and Ronald went off to find the bank manager's office.
When they finally reached it, they separated to look for any sign of the shifter. Dean went into the other room while Ronald and Mia searched the main office, still clutching their guns at each other.
"If you guys believed me, why did you let me think I was crazy?" Ronald finally asked.
Mia sighed and lowered her guard. "Oh Ronald, there's so much more to this than some Terminator 2 storyline. I guess Sam just didn't want something bad to happen to you."
"So there's more than one Mandroid?"
"First off, there are no such things as Mandroids, okay? This is a shapeshifter, a kind of monster. They have human motivations, like money, in this case. They can take on any person's appearance, and then change it at will."
Ronald nodded and opened his mouth to spurt out another sci-fi-influenced idea but slipped and fell into a puddle of what seemed to be slimy flesh.
"DEAN! IT CHANGED!" Mia shrieked.
"Crap!" Dean cried out as he raced into the room. He took one look at the puddle of goop and groaned, "It shed its skin, that means it could be anybody!"
Mia spotted a silver letter opener on the desk and handed it to Dean. "At least now we've got something else we can use to kill it."
"What are you gonna do? Poke it to death?" Ronald questioned as he hoisted himself to his feet.
"You ever hear those old werewolf tales that their weakness is silver? It came from these guys. Silver is the only thing I've seen that can kill it," Dean explained before the three of them headed back to the vault.
Meanwhile, Sam was getting an earful from the receptionist, Sherry, who would not stop talking about how brave and handsome Dean was to play to the bank robber's insanity.
"Has he always been so um, wonderful?" She gushed.
Sam groaned.
Suddenly, the vault door opened to reveal Dean.
"Have you come here to rescue us?" Sherry excitedly asked.
Dean winced. "Ah, no. Actually, I found more people. And uh, Sam... we need you back out here."
Sherry's heart sank as she watched more people shuffle into the cramped space. Sam gave her an apologetic smile before leaving the vault with his brother in front of him.
"You want me to what?" Sam exclaimed in disbelief.
"Just watch him, we don't have time to argue. The cops are gathered outside and they've already cut the power. We need to act and act fast. Mia and I will be back in a few minutes."
"How come she gets out of babysitting duty?" Sam whined as he watched Mia pull Ronald away from the outside sniper's line of vision.
Dean gave his brother a disapproving look. "Because she was smart enough not to listen to you and bring a long-range weapon. Now take care," he handed his younger brother his silver blade, which Ronald had confiscated earlier, before taking off with Mia.
Sam sighed and walked over to the vault to open the door and give the hostages some fresh air. Meanwhile, Ronald heard the phone ring and went to answer it.
"What are my demands?" Ronald repeated in confusion.
"Ronald put down the phone!" Sam called as he attempted to reason with one of the elderly security guards who was insisting that he be let out of the vault.
"I'm acting alone, I guess," Ronald continued before Sam ran over and slammed the phone onto its hook.
"The less the police know, the better," He lectured.
"This man needs help," a panicked cry came from the entrance of the vault.
Sam and Ronald rushed over to see that the elderly security guard was clutching at his heart and gasping loudly. A man supported him and pleaded with Sam to get some help.
"Great," Sam groaned. "This could be our guy, and it could be part of some trick."
The man glared at Sam in bewilderment. "You're just gonna let him die?"
"No one is going to die," Sam sighed before walking back towards the phone. He dialed the police and asked that they send a paramedic to the front doors of the bank.
"Please, just don't try anything," He added before slamming the receiver.
"This is spooky," Mia declared as she and Dean wandered through the darkened halls of the bank.
"You can say that again," Dean murmured in agreement. He shone his flashlight along the floor to see if he could find any signs that the creature had shed again.
Mia began humming under her breath quietly to steady herself. She was terrified that the creature would jump out and kill them.
After a couple of minutes of walking down the halls aimlessly and finding all the doors locked, Dean stopped and turned to face his companion.
"Are you seriously humming the mission impossible theme song?"
She nodded.
"Why did I bring you with me?" He lamented in irritation.
"Because I have a gun," She reminded him jokingly.
They continued along the hallways until they came across an office with a door that was ajar.
Mia pointed her gun at the door as Dean threw it open, thinking something was inside. But other than the sound of the wooden door banging against the wall, they were greeted by silence. Slowly they entered the room and looked around. Mia's humming became more distinctive and she stayed close to Dean.
"What's that?" She exclaimed when she noticed one of the ceiling tiles seemed to be askew.
Dean frowned and grabbed a coat rack from the doorway and began pushing on the ceiling tile. Once he dislodged it, a naked body fell from the ceiling in front of Mia.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed and jumped backward.
Dean turned over the body and recognized the body as one of the people within the vault. The man's throat had been slit.
"You can't just leave him in here like this," The shapeshifter who had taken on the appearance of one of the men in the vault, insisted, as he supported the security guard.
Ronald pointed his gun at him. "No one is leaving this bank."
Dean and Mia returned and pulled Sam aside. The three of them talked while the shapeshifter eyed them.
Sam eventually walked over and took the elderly security guard out of the vault, while Dean and Mia watched the shapeshifter closely.
"Excuse me, sir," Mia began hesitantly, "do you mind coming out and having a word with us?"
The man narrowed his eyes but nevertheless, came out of the vault. He noted as he stepped out of the vault, Mia was slowly pulling her pistol out of her side pocket. Before Mia could attempt to grab him, he kicked the gun out of her hands and sprinted away. Mia cursed as her gun slid across the marble floor and she dove after it.
Dean ran after the shapeshifter. Ronald attempted to run after them but accidentally stepped in the line of one of the snipers who saw that he was holding a gun and shot him on the spot as Sam cried out for him to get down.
Ronald hit the ground with a thud, which alerted Mia to the sniper's lasers just in front of herself and Dean.
"Down!" Mia shrieked as she tackled Dean over before a bullet could go through his chest. Luckily they'd managed to duck down in time to avoid a warning shot from one of the snipers. It shattered the glass window where Dean had been standing moments ago.
The three hunters exchanged devastated looks. Not only had the shifter gotten away again but now Ronald was dead. The man lay motionless on the ground, bleeding out of his chest while still clutching his gun in his hands.
The hostages took this lapse in judgment as a chance to escape and while Dean and Mia crawled over to Sam, they dispersed.
"I can't believe they just shot him like that," Mia uttered in disbelief. "Poor Ronald, he was just doing what he thought was right."
Sam shot her a sympathetic look before handing the keys to the front door over to his brother. "Take the security guard to the paramedics, me and Mia are gonna get this thing."
Mia nodded before sneaking over to where her gun had been kicked to and picking it up. Sam followed her and the two of them took off, leaving Dean with the security guard and Ronald's lifeless body.
"I'm sorry Ronald, you really did a great job tracking this thing down," Dean sighed before gently taking the dead man's gun and hurrying towards the front doors of the bank where the security guard was breathing heavily.
Meanwhile, Sam and Mia were more frustrated in their search than ever. Not only had they found the disgusting evidence that the shifter had changed yet again, but they'd also discovered that all of the hostages had left the vault, which meant that anyone could be a suspect now.
Dean, who'd handed the security guard over to the cops amidst a frenzy of police cars, FBI vehicles, and media coverage locked himself back into the bank, fully realizing just how screwed the three of them were.
Sam called his brother and told him about the shifter changing its skin again and Dean agreed to round everyone back up into the vault while Sam and Mia continued searching the place.
After Dean rounded everyone up, he received a phone call.
"Special Agent Victor Henriksen speaking," the voice said.
"Look," Dean sighed dismissively, "I'm not exactly in the negotiating mood now, so why don't you just-"
"Good, because I'm not in the mood to negotiate either. I'm supposed to bring you in dead or alive. I want you and your little brother Sam outside of the bank, unarmed."
Dean's face dropped, "How do you even-"
"Oh I know all about Sam, and I know everything about you, Dean. I've been tracking you for weeks, I know everything; that Houdini act you pulled in St. Louis, I know about the desecrations, the thefts, the girl you picked up in Denison. What's her name, again? Amelia?"
Dean inhaled sharply as Henriksen chuckled to himself.
"I know all about your daddy too, Dean," he continued, "raised you and your brother out of motel rooms and back road cabins. I just haven't figured out what kind of whacko he was; Satanist, white supremacist-."
"Don't talk about my dad like that," Dean growled into the receiver.
"You've got an hour to decide to come out or we come through those doors guns blazing," Henriksen finished before hanging up.
Dean felt the phone slip out of his grasp as realization hit; there was no way for them to get out of this. The cops knew everything about them and they had no hope of finding the shifter within an hour.
"What's wrong?" Mia asked as she and Sam returned from their search.
"Nothing," Dean replied, regaining his cool composure. "Did you find the shifter?"
Sam glanced over at the open vault, "Uh, not exactly… But we did find another body and know who it is this time."
Mia walked over to the vault and turned to Sherry, the young woman Sam had spoken to earlier. "Come with me, we're gonna let you go."
Sherry flinched. "What? Why?"
"As a show of good faith to the cops, now let's go," Mia told her impatiently as she gently shoved the woman.
The shifter jumped away. "Um, I think I'd rather stay in here with everyone else."
Sam, who stood in front of the vault, flashed Mia his silver blade and the brunette nodded. She put a hand on the shifter's shoulder. "Trust me, it'll be okay."
Hesitantly, the shifter walked out of the vault and followed Sam, Dean, and Mia to the other side of the bank. They stopped her in front of a hall closet.
"I don't get it, I thought you were letting me go?" The shifter questioned.
Sam opened the closet and the dead body of Sherry tumbled out. The shifter began to scream hysterically as Dean held her in place.
"Is that community theatre or are you naturally this good?" Dean taunted.
She continued to shake and sob as Sam nodded at Mia to take her aim, "We're gonna make sure you don't hurt anyone, ever again."
Suddenly, the shifter fell to the floor in a faint.
Mia frowned and lowered her pistol.
"What are you doing? Take the shot," Sam told her.
"Why would she faint? She saw I have a gun with silver bullets, what's the advantage to the theatrics? Why not just run away?" Mia asked.
"It's a trick," Sam replied, "it didn't really faint, it just wants us to think that so it can catch us by surprise and kill us."
Dean shook his head, "Mia's right, this makes no sense-"
He was interrupted by Mia jumping in shock as Sherry's corpse opened its eyes and threw herself at Mia.
Suddenly it all made sense; the shifter had posed as Sherry's corpse to confuse them, and the Sherry who had fainted was the real one.
The shifter grabbed Mia around the neck and slammed her against the wall, effectively rendering her speechless and unable to use her weapon.
Sherry, who was still lying on the floor, sat up at hearing the commotion, but after seeing her half-naked self strangling Mia, she fell into a faint again.
"Get her out of here," Dean instructed Sam before grabbing Mia's pistol. "I've got this."
Sam gave her an affirmative look before scooping Sherry into his arms and carrying her back to the vault. Dean shot at the shifter but due to her squirming, he missed and only managed to graze her shoulder. As Dean prepared to fire again the shifter took off into the dark hallway. Dean chased after it with a breathless Mia on his heels.
They chased it into an open office where she lost it. Dean trailed in, waving his flashlight around in an effort to recover the creature.
On the other side of the bank, Sherry, who had awoken before Sam could get her to safety, panicked and jumped out of his arms. She ran to the entrance of the bank but was stopped by three uniformed S.W.A.T team members.
"Please don't shoot me! I work here!" Sherry insisted as she shielded her eyes from their blinding flashlights.
Sam, who had run after her, ran into the line of vision of the officers who called for him to freeze but he continued to run. He led the three officers into a room where he easily overpowered the three of them by knocking them out as they ran into the room.
"There," Mia whispered to Dean, "shine the light by the window."
He did as she said but was slammed into from behind by the creature, which had been hiding behind the open door. Dean fell to the ground, Mia's pistol and his flashlight flew from his grip.
Mia fumbled to recover the gun, which gave the creature the opportunity to knock her over as well.
The moment she toppled over, Dean was back on his feet and kicked the creature to the side of the room. The two of them began to wrestle, illuminated only by the beam of Dean's fallen flashlight.
Mia scrambled to get up but cried out when she realized she'd landed on her ankle, managing to badly injure it. She attempted to fire the recovered pistol but missed her target twice due to the constant movements of Dean and the shapeshifter. When she went to fire again found she was out of ammo.
"WHY DID I ONLY LOAD 3 SILVER BULLETS!" She cursed herself angrily. Mia crawled on the floor trying to think fast before the shifter could kill Dean. She brushed something sharp and smooth and realized the letter opener they'd found earlier had fallen out of Dean's pocket in the scuffle.
Once the shifter kicked Dean between his legs, forcing him to double over in pain, Mia knew she had her chance.
"DEAN! STAY DOWN!" She exclaimed before whipping the silver blade across the room and into the chest of the Shifter.
"Yes!" She cheered when the creature began to sputter and sink to the floor, before uttering a death rattle.
Dean stared back at her in disbelief and began panting. "You could've killed me!"
"But I didn't!" She chimed back as she tried to stand again and fell. "Fuck! I think I twisted my ankle!"
They heard the sound of the S.W.A.T. teams wandering the halls outside and exchanged worried looks.
"We gotta find Sam," Dean declared before running over to Mia and pulling her to her feet.
"OW!" She cried as she tried to put weight on her left leg. Dean supported her left side and put her arm around his shoulder. They began to awkwardly wobble over to the door.
After checking that the coast was clear, Dean began dragging Mia down the hall.
"Mia, c'mon, I need your help, hop with your other foot," he pleaded.
Mia, who was on the verge of tears due to the pain in her left ankle, replied, "I can't!"
"Yes you can, just lift your left leg and hop on your right," Dean told her as they continued down the hall as quickly as they could.
Mia winced in pain as she tried to hop, "I can't, you just have to carry me."
"Mia!"
"I can't do it! Please, you have to carry me!" She begged.
Dean groaned but reluctantly pulled her up onto his back with her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs wrapped around his torso. Luckily, she was light enough for him to run down the halls until he came across his brother who had taken cover in the room where he'd overpowered the three officers.
"Sam, what did you do?" Mia gasped when she saw the bodies of the unconscious S.W.A.T team members.
"They're fine," Sam insisted, "what happened to you?"
"She twisted her ankle," Dean retorted before gently dumping Mia onto the ground. She thanked him profusely for helping her but he brushed it off and caught his breath.
Sam's caring instincts went into play as he checked her ankle to ensure that it wasn't broken. "I think you may have torn a ligament but you'll live," He diagnosed. "Did you manage to kill the Shifter?"
Dean began, "Actually, we-" but paused when he heard voices outside the room.
"We can talk later, right now we need to get out of here as fast as possible," He told his brother.
Sam glanced down at the unconscious officers in masks and armored clothing.
Dean smiled, "I guess it's time for our own body switcheroo."
The three of them quickly dressed themselves in the officers' clothing before sneaking out of the building. They were lucky no one noticed the three of them, as it probably would have been suspicious to see a S.W.A.T. team member giving another a piggyback ride.
This time, Sam carried Mia to the Impala and deposited her in the backseat with her ankle elevated. He and Dean climbed into the front and put as much distance as they could between themselves and the bank.
After five hours and Mia's incessant begging for ice to put on her ankle, Dean stopped the car in front of a gas station. The three of them ditched their S.W.A.T armor in a dumpster, grabbed some provisions, and prepared to drive through the night.
"I can't believe you threw a knife at a shapeshifter and killed it," Sam remarked after Mia finished recounting their story.
"I can't believe it either, and I was there," Dean replied. "You know, you were literally inches away from nailing me in the head."
Mia rolled her eyes, "Oh please, you weren't even close to it. You were too busy ducking in pain because it kicked you in the nards."
Sam stifled a chuckle. His brother turned on him. "Hey! It has powerful legs! It really hurt."
"You should be thanking me," Mia yawned as she lay down in the backseat. "I saved your ass twice today."
"What do you mean twice?"
"After they shot Ronald, the snipers were gonna get you until I tackled you out of the way," She explained.
Dean hid a smile. "Right, thanks for that. I guess..."
"Now, was that so hard?" Mia joked before she curled up and fell asleep.
Sam sighed, "Poor Ronald… He helped more than he knew."
Dean nodded and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Sam noted the change in behavior and frowned.
"Before me and Mia came back, you were on the phone with the cops, and you looked-I mean… I've never seen you look so scared in my life. What happened?" Sam inquired.
Dean took a deep breath. He didn't want to tell Sam because he didn't want to freak him out but he knew that it probably wouldn't stay secret for long.
"The guy who called me on the phone, his name was Special Agent Henriksen. He's been hired to track me down and kill me, and arrest you and Mia. He knows, Sam. He knows about what that shapeshifter did in St. Louis when it pretended to be me, and he's been tracking us. He knows about Dad too, how he raised us. It's only a matter of time before, he gets us."
Sam let what his brother said sink in and mulled over the fact that the police wanted to capture them.
"We are so screwed," Dean mumbled, managing to sum up Sam's feelings exactly.
A/N: Next few chapters are going to end the season really fast because I don't really think some parts of the storyline are vital to telling Mia's story along with the boys.
Next Chapter: The hunters enlist the help of Bobby Singer on a particularly peculiar case.