SUPERNATURAL. in which a girl - bek anderson - is found on the side of the road. 8 years later, she has no recollection of her life before that until a pair of brothers walk into the bar. together they hunt the supernatural - saving people, hunting...
┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ SO SCREWED ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ( Night Shifter )
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RONALD ALLOWED DEAN TO ACCOMPANY him but also demanded for the rest of the people inside the bank to go into the vault. He tells Dean to lock it up, even with Sam and Bek inside.
"It's okay, everyone. Stay cool." He tells everyone and closes the door, not before giving Sam and Bek a look. Sam and Bek stare at each other with the same expression, unsure of what to do next. Dean closes the vault door and spins the handle, making sure it is locked.
"Who is that man?" One of the girl employee's spoke aloud. Sam doesn't look at her but answers, saying, "He's my brother."
"He is so brave." She breathes out, causing Bek to roll her eyes and cover her chest with her arms as leaned against one of the vault walls. Ronald leads Dean throughout the bank— they go straight to the desk Dean last saw the shapeshifter at. He points at it, "Check the desk," he walks toward a door right across from him and opens it. Ronald walks around the desk but slips and falls in something.
Dean runs up to him. Ronald turns and looks what he slipped in, only to not recognize the disgusting slime. He screams and stands up, pointing the gun at the disgusting pile. "What the hell is that?"
Dean points the table lamp at the pile and crouched down. "Oh, great. When it changes form, it sheds its old skin. So now it could be anybody," he explains and stands up, placing his hands on his hips. Ronald crouches down and touches the pile of yuck, picking a piece of it's skin up. "So," he smells it, ". . . so weird. It's robot skin is so life like."
"Okay, let's get one thing straight. It's not a man-droid. It's a shapeshifter." Dean tells him.
"Shapeshifter?" Ronald asks.
"Yeah. It's human, more or less. It has human drive. And in this case, it's money. But it generates its own skin. It can shape it to match someone else's features —" Dean was cut off by Ronald, "So i-it kills someone and then takes their place."
"Kills them . . . I don't think it matters." Dean sighs, taking it from his own experience and looks at the desk, picking up a butter knife.
"What are you doing?" Ronald asks.
"You remember the old werewolf stories? Pretty much came from these guys. Silvers the only thing I've seen that hurts them. Come on, Ronald," Dean explains and walks out the door. The security guard looks at the pile of skin once more before leaving the room, closing the door behind him and catching up with Dean.
