Jenny and Dean stood in front of a short blonde woman, who was looking around cautiously. "So... what's it like... Being in the FBI?" Frannie asked as Jenny and Dean blew out some air, shrugging.

"Well, it's dangerous. And the secrets we've gotta keep." Dean turned to Jenny, who nodded.

"God, the secrets. But mostly it's, it's dangerous." She continued, Dean nodding along more. "So.. what happened to your manager?" Frannie sighed quietly, shaking her head.

"She killed herself." She spoke softly, Dean and Jenny's brows raising. "Well, the cops said... She dropped the hair dryer in the bath and fried herself. They should know, right?"

"Yeah. Well, thanks, Frannie, I think that's all we need." Jenny smiled, and Frannie nodded, watching the two walk away.

"Suicide? I thought this case would be more interesting." Jenny commented under her breath and Dean agreed, looking to Sam as he walked towards them.

"You got an address?" Jenny asked the young Winchester, who waved a paper to them. "Great. Let's go."

———

Dean pulled up to a neighborhood surrounded by squad cars, a nervous and irritated expression crossing his face as he parked by a house. Sam looked at his paper, then to the address

"Five— this is it." Jenny very slowly turned to Sam with wide, sarcastic eyes.

"Really? Shit I thought it was that house right there." Jenny pointed to the house that wasn't surrounded by squad cars with empty seats, Sam frowning at her in annoyance.

"Fuckin' cops." Dean grumbled, ignoring Jenny's sarcastic remark to his brother.

"They're just doing their job, Dean." Jenny put her arm on the back of her seat, shaking her head.

"Yeah, well they won't do it right. They're doing a job that isn't theirs." She complained, Sam frowning again.

"Why do you guys hate cops so much?" Sam asked, Dean and Jenny turning to him again.

"Should we lost every time we've gotten arrested for being accused of murder because a monster the cops don't know exist pretended to be him?" Jenny pointed to Dean, who forced a smile. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Talk to us about this bank." Dean spoke up, changing the subject. The three got out of the car, approaching the house.

"Uh, Milwaukee National Trust. It was hit about a month ago." Sam revised, looking around cautiously.

"Same M.O. as the jewelry store?" Dean questioned, and his brother nodded.

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

"Maybe supposedly is the wrong word. Probably did kill himself so he wouldn't get thrown in the slammer."

"The guy Reznick, he was the security guard on duty?" Dean continued on with his questions as the three got closer to the house. Sam nodded.

"Yeah. He was actually beaten unconscious by the teller who heisted the place." Dean shook his head as they got to the front door, Sam knocking on it a few times.

"Mr. Reznick? Ronald Reznick?" After a few seconds, Jenny, Sam and Dean were blinded by a floodlight. Jenny slapped her hands to her eyes, turning away.

"Jesus H Christ!" She yelled, squinting harshly. She slowly turned back, still squinting as a short beefy man with long curly hair opened the door warily.

"FBI, Mr. Reznick." Sam answered, Ronald glaring at them.

"Let me see the badge." The three Hunters fumbled for their fake badges, all slapping them to the door in unison. Ronald looked at the badges carefully before shaking his head. "I already gave my statement to the police."

"Yeah, listen Ronald, just some things about your statement we wanted to get some clarification on." Dean said, causing Ronald to frown.

"You read it?" He mumbled, Jenny nodding.

"You bet we did. And that's why we're here. To listen to what you have to say." She smiled. Ronald seemed to hesitate for a moment before nodding, slowly opening the door.

He led the three Hunters through a narrow hallway to a very cluttered room; the walls are covered with alien photos and conspiracy theory paraphernalia. Jenny looked around, confused, glancing to Sam and Dean. They shrugged.

"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." Ronald stated as he sat down at a chair. Jenny cleared her throat turning away to mutter something under her breath.

"First off, Juan Morales never robbed the Milwaukee National Trust, okay? That, I guarantee. See, we 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 raised his brows as Ronald waved his hands, shaking his head.

"The... thing I let into the bank... it wasn't Juan. 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." Jenny held back a chuckle, Sam looking at Ronald doubtfully.

"A Juan-doll?"

"Look. This wasn't the only time this happened. Okay?" Ronald looked around before grabbing a file folder and handed it to Jenny. She looked to Sam and Dean, cautiously opening it. "There was this jewelry store, too. And the cops, and—and you guys, you just won't see it!" Jenny frowned at how eerily similar this folder looked like some of the old cases she's worked on. How much it resembled her own journal. "Both crimes were pulled by the same thing."

"What's that, Mr. Reznick?" Jenny asked, looking up to see Ronald picking up a copy of Fortean Times and held it to his chest. Sam, Jenny and Dean squinted, leaning closer to read it.

BIRTH OF CYBERMEN. Jenny deadpanned, tossing the folder to Dean with a disappointed look.

"Chinese've been working on 'em for years. And the Russians before that. Part men, part machine. Like the Terminator. But the kind that can change itself, make itself look like other people.

"Like the one from T2." Dean smirked as Jenny whacked his arm. "Ow!"

"Exactly! See, so not just a robot, more of a, a, a, a ... Mandroid." Ronald's eyes widened as Jenny scoffed, shoving a hand in one pocket and using the other to point at Ronald.

"Okay. Man droids don't exist. Terminator is a friggin' movie." Ronald gave Jenny an offended look, and she turned to Dean, whispering. "This has to be a shapeshifter."

"I have proof!" Ronald yelled, Jenny turning back to him, raising her brows suspiciously.

"Proof?"

———

After several minutes of searching, Ronald put a VHS tape in his tv, which was static for a moment before the security system started.

"See, I made copies of all the security tapes. I knew once the cops got them they'd be buried. Here." Ronald fast-forwarded the tapes, playing it and pointing. "Now watch. Watch. Watch him, watch, watch!" Jenny's eyes widened at how crazy Ronald was acting, looking at the tv.See, look! Th-, th-, there it is!" He paused the tape, Jenny looking at Juan's eyes. "You see? He's got the laser eyes."

Sam, Jenny and Dean all shared the same look, sighing in agitation. "Cops said it was some kind of reflected light. Some kind of "camera flare". Okay? Ain't no damn camera flare. They say I'm a post-trauma case. So what? Bank goes and fires me, it don't matter!" Jenny and Sam eyed Ronald cautiously as he continues. "The Mandroid is, is still out there. The law won't hunt this thing down -- I'll do it myself. You see, this thing, it, it, it kills the real person, makes it look like a suicide, then it sorta, like, morphs into that person. Cases the job for a while until it knows the take is fat, and then it finds its opening. Now, these robberies, they're, they're grouped together."

"This guy is a nut job." Jenny muttered, Dean nodding in agreement as Ronald gestured to a map on the wall.

"So I figure the Mandroid is holed up somewhere in the middle, underground, maybe. I dunno, maybe that's where it recharges its, uh, Mandroid batteries." Dean nodded, slightly impressed that Ronald had already done most of the work for them. Sam stared, the three standing.

"Okay. I want you to listen very carefully. Because I'm about to tell you the God's honest truth about all of this." Sam started and his brother smiled, waiting for what he had to say. Sam put a hand on Ronaldo's shoulder. "There's no such thing as Mandroids. There's nothing evil or inhuman going on out there. Just people. Nothing else, you understand?" Jenny kept a straight face as Dean attempted to.

Ronald looked at Sam, desperate and angry that they didn't believe him either. "The laser eyes—"

"Just a camera flare, Mr. Reznick. See, I know you don't want to believe this. But your friend Juan robbed the bank and that's it." Ronald moved back, pointing to the door.

"Get out of my house! Now!" He yelled as they all nodded.

"Sure. First things first." Sam raised a finger as Ronald frowned. Jenny slowly pointed to the TV.

"We need to confiscate the tapes." Jenny pressed her lips together as Sam nodded. Ronald's eyes widened in shock.

"What?!" He yelled, Jenny nodding as she sucked in a breath.

"Yeah. You see, you have copied tapes, Mr. Reznick. Evidence of an ongoing investigation, for the matter. We need to reprimand these."
Jenny took the tape out of the tv as Ronald started shaking his head, watching her pack the other tapes up.

"You have a lovely night, Mr. Reznick." Jenny smiled, quickly walking towards his front door.

———

Now dressed in normal clothes, Jenny was sitting in front of the tv, staring at Juan's eyes. "I had a feeling we would be dealing with a shapeshifter." She stated, standing up. Dean was tracing the map, a pencil between his lips.

"Eyes flare at the camera. I hate those friggin' things." Dean grumbled, shaking his head. Sam scoffed.

"You think we don't?"

"Yeah, well, one didn't turn into you and frame you for murder." Jenny walked over to Dean, watching as he traced the sewer system into the paper.

"Well, look. If this shifter's anything like the one we killed in Missouri—"

"Then Ronny was right." Jenny smiled, looking over the traces map.

"All right, they like to layer up underground, preferably the sewer. And all the robberies have been connected so far, right?" Dean asked, Sam and Jenny nodding. "With the, uh, sewer main layout. There's one more bank lined up on that same sewer main."

———

Jenny stayed outside as Sam and Dean got suited up in their fake uniforms. "Alright. If you guys end up getting held hostage by this shapeshifter, I'm pulling both of your asses out of there and killing you myself." Jenny threatened the two, who laughed awkwardly.

"Aah, don't worry, shortcake. We'll be out before you can get me some pie." Dean winked as Jenny shook her head.

"I'm not awarding you with pie. Now hurry up." Jenny pushed Sam and Dean along, watching the two quickly enter the bank.

After a few short moments, Jenny went to the trunk of the impala, setting herself up for if anything were to happen out there.

———

Jenny was sneaking around the bank, doing her best to avoid anyone as she knew Reznick was basically holding everyone hostage.

She found her way to the security room, rushing over to the wall of cameras, which suddenly turned off as the power went down. She looked around nervously as emergency lights turned on.

"Oh boy." She mumbled, spinning around just as Dean opened the door. He frowned in confusion, Ronald walking in.

Rushing out of the security room, Jenny could hear people freaking out from the vault. She started looking around frantically, spotting Dean.

"Shit." She muttered, rushing to Dean. "Dean!" Jenny yelled, startling Dean. He looked up, eyes widening.

"Jenny?! What the hell are you doing? How did you get in here?!" Dean walked over, making sure to stay out of the line of lights.

"The FBI is here, I broke through a window. Did you find the shifter?" She asked, and Dean shook his head.

"No but— Ronald is dead." Jenny's brows raised. "Cops shot him. Then the shifter got loose and changed its skin. This thing is fast. And that's not even the worse part."

"What could be worse than a fast shifter?" Jenny frowned as Dean looked at her, shaking his head.

"The Feds are after us. They know we are in here. You, me, and Sam."

———

It felt too long that Sam, Dean and Jenny were all fighting to get out of the bank alive. They discovered that one of the teller's, Sherry, was a shifter. Jenny was able to kill it as Sam and Dean knocked out a few SWAT members, managing to tie them up. The three swapped clothes, then the Hunters ran out of the Bank.

———

It was morning now, Sam, Dean and Jenny all took off their SWAT helmets, looking out of breath as they reached the Impala.

Settling into the car, Jenny took off the top of her uniform, now in a white tank top, mostly covered in sweat. "I hate shapeshifters."

The two boys laughed, nodding in agreement. "And I hate the Feds." Sam added on, earning another round of head nods.

"We are so screwed." Dean spoke as he started up the Impala, Renegades by Styx playing on the radio as he drove out of the parking garage.