family ties, supernatural [ 1 ]

027. stuck in a bank

The Winchesters pull up to a small house, stepping out of the car and into the light rain.

"Five. This is it." Sam says.

"Fucking cops." Dean mutters.

"They're just doing their job, Dean." Sam reasons as they walk up to the house.

"Talk to me about this bank." Dean says.

"Uh, Milwaukee National Trust. It was hit about a month ago." Sam informs.

"Same M.O. as the jewelry store?" Dean asks.

"Yep, inside job, longtime employee, the never in a million years type. Dude robs the bank, then goes home and supposedly commits suicide." Sam says.

"The guy Resnick, he was the security guard on duty?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. He was actually beaten unconscious by the teller who heisted the place." Sam says.

"God." Dean mumbles.

"Yeah." Sam mumbles as he knocks on the screen door. "Mr. Resnick? Ronald Resnick?" Sam calls out. A bright floodlight turns on, Sam squeezing his eyes shut.

"Jesus!" Griffin covers his eyes.

"Ow!" Tabitha squeezes her eyes shut.

"Son of a--" Dean mutters as the front door opens.

"FBI, Mr. Resnick." Sam tells him.

"Let me see the badge." Ronald orders.

The two brothers pull their badges out, holding them out against the screen door while still squinting due to the light.

"These two are our apprentices." Sam says, nodding to his younger siblings.

"I already gave my statement to the police." Ronald says.

"Yeah, listen, Ronald, um... just some things about your statement we wanted to get some clarification on." Dean says.

"You read it?" Ronald asks.

"Sure did." Dean says.

"You come to listen to what I've got to say?" Ronald asks.

"Well, that's why we're here." Dean says.

"Well. Come on in." Ronald opens the screen door and leads them into the house, Sam shutting the door behind him. They get to a room that's cluttered with stuff, the walls covered in alien photos and a bunch of conspiracy theories.

"Okay..." Griffin trails off, giving a look to his sister who shrugs.

"None of the cops ever called me back. Not after I told them what was really going on. Uh, they all thought I was crazy. First off, Juan Morales never robbed the Milwaukee National Trust, okay? That, I guarantee. See, me and Juan were friends. He used to come back to the bank on my night shifts and we'd play cards."

"So you let him into the bank that night, after hours." Sam says.

"The thing I let into the bank... wasn't Juan." Ronald states. "I mean, it had his face, but it wasn't his face. Uh, every detail was perfect, but too perfect, you know, like if a dollmaker made it, like I was talking to a big Juan doll."

"A Juan doll?" Sam asks.

"Look. This wasn't the only time this happened, okay?" Ronald gives Sam a file folder, the hunter looking through it. Tabitha goes to look over his shoulder, but Sam puts his hand on her face, gently pushing her away. Tabitha rolls her eyes, resisting the urge to stomp on his foot.

"There was this jewelry store, too. And the cops, a-and you guys, you just won't listen. Both crimes were pulled by the same thing." Ronald says.

"What's that, Mr. Resnick?" Sam asks.