They had finally caught the three of you.

You knew it was too good to be true that every cop was letting you, Sam and Dean go. It wouldn't last forever.

The three if you had decided to fake being FBI agents to talk to a semi crazed conspiracy theorist. And Sam had upset him by shutting down all of his ideas. Great.

But Dean knew where Ronald, the crazed man, was headed. A bank. He was going to try and rob it, while holding everyone hostage. He believe there were shape shifters. Which there were. He just couldn't know that.

So you and Sam were stuck on your knees, surrounded by innocent civilians, whilst Dean on the other hand, lured Ronald away. Dean was being stupid, but you could never tell him.

But he didn't make an effort to avoid any cameras. He does that everywhere, but in a bank hostage situation? You'd never think that. The FBI and police officers had caught an exact frame of Dean's face. Which then of course led them on to track down you and Sam. It was a package deal. You were always in a group of three.

Victor Henriks. The head agent. His voice boomed down the phone to Dean. He wanted Dean, Sam and you to leave the building asap. Unarmed. Ready to give yourselves in.

After finally tricking Ronald into finding the shapeshifter, who was in the building, a sniper had hit him. A perfect shot. Dean knew he had to get back to you and Sam, to escape the FBI.

SWAT uniforms. Perfect. The agents and SWAT were sent in already. So expertly, the three of you sneak up behind 3 of the agents, knocking them clean out. The uniforms were agonising to put on. So many pieces. Masks below helmets. Layers upon layers.

This left you with only a few minutes to tie the SWAT agents up and throw them in a cupboard, to be found by their buddies later.

Heavy footsteps echoed the concrete and the stairwells as you subtly walk away with the combat boots. You couldn't lie about how good Sam looked though.

Baby was finally within reach, so Dean began to scope the area before he would drive away. Couldn't get caught by road blockages. So Sam and you lean against the side of the car, quietly flirting, still with the helmets and masks, which you were both about to extract from one another.