Sam: (frustrated) “I can’t believe it, guys. Some shapeshifter tried to get to Y/N. Right here, in our room.”

Dean: “Son of a—”

Castiel: “Shapeshifters are cunning. They mimic loved ones, exploit vulnerabilities.”

Y/N coos, oblivious to the danger that had lurked.

Sam: “I was changing her diaper, and suddenly, she looked at me with those innocent eyes, but it wasn’t her. It was—it was wearing her face.”

Dean: “And you stopped it?”

Sam: “Yeah, but it’s still out there. Waiting.”