Hours. Hours were spent on researching, analyzing and tracking down this shapeshifter, only for the slippery bastard to get away.

It’s now night time, the damn thing got away, leaving behind a trail of pure pandemonium in its wake. It disguised itself as Dean, and now has him on the police’s radar. What’s worse? It got to you first focused as Dean.

“Damn it! Where’d it go?” Dean swears as he looks around and part for the course, Sam’s missing, most likely taken by the shapeshifter.

“Sam!? Sammy! Hey, have you seen Sam?”

Dean says as he walks over to you, splashing holy at you before you could respond.

“Sorry… just checking.” He murmurs, taking your face to gently dry away the holy water, even by a little.