You found yourself tied to a chair after allowing entry to a man who'd questioned you about a strange case in the neighborhood this morning, disguised as an FBI agent. The man in your house wasn't Dean, it was a shapeshifter who planned to kill him by using you to lure the all too pesky hunter to you. His gaze was cold, his demeanor more menacing than anything once he dropped his act and held a phone up to your ear, the dialing tone already ringing. “Tell him to meet ya here, no bullshit."