Crisis on Infinite Earths

The Beginning of Inevitable Destruction

Dean approached a stand with professionally made silver blades, harry potter wands and mini daggers, all derived from tv shows and movies.

It wasn't long until he noticed a long barrel gun and a strangely shaped blade which rested on a stand on the back wall. They resembled The Colt and an Angel Blade which striked Dean's interest.

Suddenly Dean felt a strong breeze from behind smash into him as it sent shivers down his spine. "Hello Dean," Dean recognised this familiar hoarse voice.

Dean turned around and much to his dismay, saw Castiel. "Where the hell have you been man?" Dean yelled but it was too noisy for anyone to take any interest in it.

"Sorry Dean, I needed to check up on something. But what I do know for sure is, the monster is definitely here..." he paused. "It's a shapeshifter Dean," Castiel said informatively.

"A shapeshifter?! Are you kidding me?! How do you know?!" Dean a few steps closer to Cas which made the angel a little uncomfortable.

"Strangely I can still hear angel radio in this universe. It led me to a sewer in which I found trails of teeth, nails and human flesh," Castiel looked at Dean with eyebrows raised.

"Ok. So how are supposed to find this son of a bitch," Dean's tone filled with annoyance.

"Well his trace led me here. So he must be at this convention. Now we just need to look for someone with a shapeshifter vibe," Castiel squinted his eyes and glanced around the room.

"A shapeshifter vibe?" Dean said in a smart-ass tone.

"Yeah," Castiel confirmed.

"Cas, you're not going to find it like that," Dean grabbed Cas' shoulder to turn him around to face him.

"Ok. So how do you suppose we do it," Cas stared at Dean as he waited for an answer.

"We can check the security cameras. Whoever the shapeshifter is, when filmed, their eyes react to it and project a white flare," Dean explained to Cas.

"Ok. I can get us access to the footage. Just give me a moment," Castiel said firmly as he disappeared, which sent another whoosh of cold air in Deans direction.

"Sup bitches! Oh, Where's Sam," Charlie skipped in with a girls hand interlocked with her own. "This... Is Me! Well not really me, but someone who dressed up as me," Charlie said with a grin spread across her face as she gestured at the girl who stood next to her.

"Uh Charlie, do you mind if I speak to you alone?" Dean asked secretively.

"As long as you're not trying to get in my pants," Charlie joked. "Hey would you mind giving us a minute?" Charlie turned her head to whisper in the red head's ear.

"Sure," The woman said seductively as she took a step away slowly and gracefully to release her grip from Charlie's hand.

"So, what's up Deano?" Charlie asked cheerily as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"What we're dealing with is a shapeshifter. I assume one of these stalls actually sells real blades. So Cas and I are gonna go check the security cameras to find this shifter of shapes, while you try to find a silver blade to stab this son of a bitch," Dean's temper had risen which made his voice sound like an angry growl.

"Ok. So, how will I know who the shapeshifter is?" Charlie looked at Dean curiously.

"We'll approach that question when the time comes," Dean replied. "Here take this, it'll cover the cost of the blade and anything else you wanna buy," Dean winked as he handed Charlie a small, plastic card with several numbers displayed on the front and back.

Charlie took the card and stuffed it in the front pocket of her jeans. "Good luck," Charlie walked off but turned around slightly to display the Vulcan Salutation with her fingers.

Moments later another whoosh of cold air smashed into his sides. "Hello Dean," Cas said with the same grunty tone. Dean turned around to find that Cas' face almost touched his own. Castiel stood with perfect posture as he stared into Deans beautiful green eyes. "Cas... Personal space," Dean whispered hesitantly.

"Oh, sorry Dean," Cas took a step back as he noticed Dean's face had turned a bright pink. "I found the room, it's not far from here. I can teleport us there now if you like," Castiel spoke in a formal but husky manner.

"What about Sam? We can't just leave him here not knowing where we've gone or whats going on," Dean argued.

"Don't worry Dean. I spoke to him earlier about our situation. He's looking out for any anomalies through the security cameras now," Castiel turned around and waved at a camera in the top right corner of the ceiling.

"You ready?" Castiel lifted his hand up and placed it on Dean's shoulder.

"Fire away," Dean shut his eyes and held his breath to avoid inhibiting the side effects of teleporting that he has experienced too many times.

Dean suddenly felt extremely overwhelmed as his head began to throb and his whole body felt like it was being crushed.

Before Dean's brain caught up to his body, he felt a pressure being lifted off his shoulder as he opened his eyes slowly. Castiel stood to the left of him and Sam had his butt glued to a wheelie chair in front of a dozen small screens.

Sam swung his head around to meet Cas and Dean as a startled expression overtook his face. This look was quickly replaced by a small but reassuring grin.

"Dean, Cas, I think I found something," Sam said with alert as he swung his chair back around and pointed at a particular screen in the bottom right hand corner.

"You know that girl we met earlier at the ticket desk? I think her name was... Alison. Her eyes flared up on this screen a few seconds ago," Sam re-winded the footage and played it.

"So, what... You think this shapeshifter has taken Alison's form?" Dean stated with curious intent.

"Yeah. A bit like back in 2005 when we faced that shapeshifter that ended up keeping us both hostage in a sewer. Except, he needed to keep you alive so he could stay in your form," Sam explained to Dean.

"And your point?" Dean said sarcastically.

"The real Alison must be around here somewhere. So, we need to find out where this shapeshifter is hiding Alison before we kill it," Sam instructed.

"Uh guys... I think we may have a problem," Castiel pointed to the screen positioned in the middle of the surrounding screens.

A woman with long, dark brown, wavy hair and a comic con staff uniform held a silver blade with runes etched into it discretely behind her back. She was headed in the direction of stage 1 and 2 as the camera incidentally caught a glimpse of the white flare her eyes had cast.

"Hey, isn't stage 2 where Jensen, Jared and Misha are doing their panel for the fans?" Dean looked curiously at Cas and Sam.

"Yeah, that's what the real Alison said," Sam said as a look of worry spread across his face.

"Well, miss shapeshifter here is heading there now!" Dean emphasised.

"We need to stop her before she causes any suspicion or panic," Cas stated worriedly.

"Yeah but how do we do that without creating a scene?" Dean looked at Sam and Cas as he waited for an answer.

"I don't think we can Dean. I mean, we don't exactly know her true intention; but what we do know is that she has a weapon and it looks like she's getting prepared to use it," Sam said as he stood up which caused the chair to rise up and squeak.

"We could try and lure her away but that would be risky and time consuming. We need to take action before it's too late," Sam turned back around head first to face the security cameras.

Alison smiled wickedly as she saw a large sign which read Supernatural Panel 7-8pm. She began to walk towards a pair of large green doors which had Stage 2 written in bold letters across the frame. "This'll be fun," she whispered.

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