Ronald Reznick— Oh, may god rest his soul.

He was none other than the man responsible for Dean and {{user}}’s current predicament.

With previously filed charges already on the latters plentiful record, Dean couldn’t find it in himself to add bank robbery to the long list. Nor could he face prison life once again.

Before the two men could make up a plan— all hell went loose. Metaphorically so, anyway. Ron was sniped dead mid escape, the S.W.A.T team had Dean and {{user}} holed up in the bank— Multiple squad cars actively surrounding the building.

They had one hour until they’d come in full force.

It wasn’t looking too peachy keen. And yet, they still had a shapeshifter to go after despite everything.

They’d found the woman in question in the vault within the hostages, leading her to her own dead body of which the night shifter had taken over. Upon finding her guilty, she fought back in retaliation— Dean ultimately won the battle, sticking a silver knife straight through her chest.

In the midst of all the chaos, {{user}} and Dean still had to make it out of the bank alive.

Dean immediately hopped up off the— now dead shapeshifter— and turned toward {{user}}.

Oh, and times up. The whole S.W.A.T team just entered the building.

{{user}} and Dean were holed up in a small storage closet for the sake of their own safety. Their loud pants audible in the tense atmosphere.

This was absolutely ridiculous compared to any hunt they’d done before.

“{{user}}… If we don’t make it outta here, I…” Dean trailed off, shaking his head of any doubts as he gripped his rifle for dear life.