( SHAPESHIFTER 2.0 )

LOUNGE
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      "Beverly let go of me. It's so obvious she's guilty." Heddy says.

       "You're off your rocker, old lady." Dash says.

      "Old lady? I..." Heddy says as she notices Sam and Dean. "I'm 39."

      "And you have been since '03." Dash says.

      "How – how dare you?" She asks.

      "I'm sorry to interrupt but – but who's guilty?" Sam asks.

      "The town slut, Amber. She killed Stan." Heddy says.

      "And what's her motive, Murder She Wrote?" He asks.

        "Oh everyone knows that Amber was sleeping around." Heddy says. "She wanted to leave Stan but her prenup was ironclad. So she killed him."

       "Sounds logical." Dean says.

        "Well, unless you believe that ridiculous story that she's been peddling." Heddy says. "A ghost killed Stanton. Honestly."

      "Uh, a ghost?" Sam asks.

       "She's claiming that Bunny's late husband, Lance did it. Have you ever heard such a thing? What a panic! So stupid."

      "You're nutty as a squirrel on those synthetic hormones." Dash says.

      "Nutty? How appalling of you." Heddy says. "Don't they teach you manners in Harvard?"

      "So uh..." Elena starts.

      "Looks like we might have a case here. Vengeful spirit?" Sam asks.

      "Yeah. Think we can get to the car, get the EMF?" Dean asks.

      "Not with uh Detective Friendly. Not a chance." Sam says. "Guess we're gonna have to go old school."

      "All right, cold spots it is." Dean says.

      "Yeah." Sam says.

      "You two stay here. Keep an eye on Mrs. Peacock and Colonel Mustard." Dean says. "I'll sniff around."

      "Alright." Sam says as Dean exits and Elena follows.

      "I hope you don't mind me joining you?" Elena asks.

      Dean clears his throat. "Nope. Not at all." He says. Meanwhile, Beverly is waving at Sam.

      "For your information I already own a big, beautiful yacht." Heddy says.

      "Oh, is that what you call that thing?" Dash asks.

      "Fine, it's a mahogany sunfish." Heddy says.

      In another area, Dean and Elena are walking down an upstairs hallway. Dean peers into the helmet of a suit of armor. "So I was catching up on Carver's books, and I got to one called 'What is and What Should Never Be'." Elena says.

      "Uh-huh. You do realize I have no idea what that is, right?"

      "It was when you first dreamt about us being together, when Sam and I were together." Elena says. "Im still starting to wrap my head around that one."

      "I remember." Dean says with a small smile, but then it falters. "But I wasn't real."

      "But you wished it was." Elena says.

      Dean quickly turns around. "Let's just focus on finding this ghost before we go down memory lane, please?" He says and Elena nods.

      Back in the Lounge, Sam walks up to Dash. "Hey. Got to say for a family that just lost two members, you all seem...fine." He says.

      "Well Sam, I'll let you in on a little family secret. We don't really like each other. Then again, what family does?" Dash asks.

      "Mine does. Uh, for the most part." Sam says. "It's just my brother and me, so..."

      "Then you're lucky. Trust me, it's a miracle we've been under the same roof for 24 hours and haven't—Oops...my bad."

      "And, uh—why are you so sure Amber didn't do it?" Sam asks.

      "Because Amber's not a killer. She has trouble using WiFi." Dash says. "I don't exactly think she's capable of murder."

      Dean and Elena are still walking down another hallway past a bedroom to where the outline of Stanford's body and head are. Dean sees a book in a bookcase with a cross that matches the necklace on the cover. He pulls out the book and the bookcase opens revealing a hidden door.

LOUNGE
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      "And her story about the ghost?" Sam asks.

      "I don't believe in ghosts. That said, if anyone would come back to haunt, it's Uncle Lance." Dash says. "Heard he was a real bastard. No one really mourned his death except Aunt Bunny who became a recluse after he died. So maybe the old goat has a chip on his shoulder. Who the hell knows?"

      Detective Howard walks in Lounge with Amber. "Dash, you're up." He says. Dash passes Amber and exits with the Detective.

      Meanwhile, Dean pulls the key from the cross necklace and uses it to open the secret door behind the bookcase. "I'll wait out here." Elena says. As Dean enters, he picks up a pipe and then some rope.

      Holding the pipe, Dean climbs the stairs and switches on his flashlight as he enters the attic. He sees a rolled up rug with feet sticking out then hears footsteps.

      "Dean?"

      "Olivia?" Dean asks.

      "Thank God!" Olivia yells. "I thought you were him."

      "Him—who?" Dean asks.

      "Phillip, the butler. He locked me in here because I wouldn't lie to the detective about what I saw." Olivia says.

      "What did you see?" He asks.

      "I saw him roll Colette's body in a rug." She says.

      "Clown college Colette?" Dean asks. "The butler killed her?"

      "No, no. He just—he just hid her."

      "Then who killed her?" Dean asks.

      "I know this is gonna sound crazy, but I saw it with my own eyes." Olivia says.

       "Let me guess—Lance's ghost." Dean says.

      "No—Bunny's."

      In the Lounge, Sam is playing cards with Heddy and Beverly. Dean, Elena and Olivia enter. "You know what, uh, excuse me." Sam says.

      "No, no stay." Beverly says a Sam stands to his feet.

      "Hey. So?" Sam asks.

      "You seen the butler?" Dean asks.

      "No. Why?"

      "Cause if anybody has answers it's him. We're dealing with two vengeful spirits." Dean says. "Apparently Aunt Bunny had a bee in her bonnet as well."

       "Uh husband and wife tag-team killer ghosts?" Sam asks.

       "Well, got to keep the marriage alive somehow. The key is to a hidden attic."

       "Why would Bunny want Bobby to have a key to her attic?" Sam asks.

       "I don't know. It gets weirder." Dean says. "I found Olivia and Colette locked inside."

       "Clown college Colette?" Sam asks.

       "Yeah, but she ain't studying balloon animals. She's dead." Dean says.

       "Now what does the butler have to do with all this?" Elena asks.

       "He's the one who locked them in there. Now I don't know why, but he's covering for the spooks. He's acting like their Renfield."

       "Alright, we've got to find him." Sam says. "I'll take upstairs. You take down here. Elena, watch the relatives."

       "Alright." Dean says as Sam heads upstairs.

       "Sam Winchester!" Howard yells as Sam hurries down the upstairs hall. "Where did you run off to?"

       "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Beverly asks. "Whatcha doing snooping around these halls, hmmm?"

      "Uh..." Sam starts.

       "Up to no good? Why don't we get up to no good together?" Beverly says. "You know they say women just get better with age. Like a fine wine or—or cheese."

       "Uh, I—I uh—I'm lactose intolerant, so." Sam says.

       "Oh come on, Sammy. Don't be coy. We have a good ten minutes before my interrogation." She says. "And I bet a young buck like you can do a lot in ten minutes."

       "I'm right behind you." He says.

       Beverly enters the bedroom. "Right behind me, oh. Could you just give me a hand with this zipper. I always have such a hard time..." She starts. Sam is already gone; he had rushed down the hall.

       Dean on the first floor finds the door to the Butler's quarters. He picks up a large wrench and enters. "Uh, leaky faucet's down the hall." Philip says.

       "Cut the crap, Wadsworth." Dean says. "What are you doing hiding dead maids in secret rooms?"

       "I know it all looks rather peculiar, but I can explain." Philip says as Sam enters the kitchen in the mansion. He sees blood on the floor and takes a knife. He finds Phillip's dead body with a knife sticking out of his back. Sam pulls out his cell phone.

PHILIP'S QUARTERS
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      "So you hid Colette's body in the attic so that she wouldn't steal Bunny's thunder?" Dean asks.

      "I couldn't stand the thought of overshadowing Mrs. LaCroix's funeral with another death." Philip says. "She deserved a proper farewell. I owed it to her."

       "Well that's crazy." Says Dean.

      "No, Mr. Winchester, that's loyalty."

       Dean receives a text from Sam:

"Just found Phillip. Dead."

       Dean turns toward Phillip and Phillip throws him across the room. As Dean gets back up, he sees the pile of clothes and skin by the door. He dials his cell phone.

       "Dean." Sam says.

      "Sam."

      "Yeah?" Sam asks.

      "It's no ghost." He says.

      "What?"

      "It's a shapeshifter." Dean says.

KITCHEN
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      Sam, Elena and Dean are standing near Phillip's body past the kitchen. "So the shifter's getting its jollies by impersonating dead people." Sam says.

      "Yeah. First Bunny, then Lance, now Phillip." Dean says. "Guess we can rule out 'the butler did it'."

       Sam and Dean re-enter the kitchen. "And the creep just shed so now it could be anybody. Even you." Sam says.

       "Or you. We need to find some silver." Dean says.

      Olivia enters and sees Phillip. "Oh my God!" She yells.

       "Hey. He was like that when we found him." Elena says.

     "Who did this?"

        "We don't know yet, okay?" Sam asks. "Now, listen. Calm down. I know you think he was working with ghosts but there's something way worse going on here."

       "Worse than...What is going on?" She asks.

      "If you want to help, then help. Can you do that?" Dean asks.

      Olivia opens a silverware case. "Why do you need the silverware?" She asks.

       "For protection." Sam says.

      "Butter knives?"

       "Trust us. There's a method to our madness." Says Dean.

       Sam hands silver knife to Olivia. "Can you—uh—hold this?" He asks as Olivia holds the knife. Sam picks up another silver knife and hands to Dean and Elena. "Dean." Dean holds the knife. "All right." Sam picks up another knife. "Let's do this."

LOUNGE
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       Beverly and Heddy are sitting on a couch in the Lounge scrolling through men's pictures in a dating app on an iPad. "No—No—No—No! Ugh!" Beverly yells.

      "Wait, wait, wait. Go back. He owned an island." Heddy says.

       "And a harelip."

      "Who cares if he's ugly if you're drinking Mai Tai's in the lap of luxury?" Asks Heddy.

       "Hey. Hey, ladies." Sam says.

      "Hi."

      "What are you doing?" Sam asks.

       "Trying to find Beverly a man." Heddy says.

      "I've resorted to fishing online because the live ones won't bite."

       "You mean back there?" Sam asks. "I—I was just playing hard to get."

      "Well, then...you're a very convincing actor." Beverly motions for Sam to sit on the couch. "Come."

       "Sure. Alright." Sam walks over to the couch.

      Beverly pushes Heddy over. "Sit here. Yes." Sam sits between them.

       "Ah. Oh. Mmm." Heddy says. Sam has a silver butter knife under his shirt cuff to the underside of his right hand. He puts his hand on Beverly's bare leg.

      "Boo. I'm feeling so left out." Heddy says.

      "Well then, uh, come on in darling. Water's warm." Sam has a silver butter knife under his shirt cuff to the underside of his left hand. He puts his arm around Heddy with his hand on her bare shoulder.

      "Oh. Oh yes."

BILLIARD ROOM
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      Dean enters the Billiard room. He's about to exit and hears something in the closet. He takes a silver candlestick and opens the closet doors to find Amber and Dash kissing.

       "Really?" Dean asks.

      "We can explain." Amber says.

      "Let me guess." Dean says. "You two got bored last Christmas."

      "New Canaan clambake, actually." Dash says. "We were in line at the buffet, they ran out of steamers. One thing led to another, and, well..."

      "But we didn't kill Stanton." Amber says.

      "We may be guilty of cheating but not murder."

      Dean pulls two silver butterknives out of his pocket. "Touch these." He says.

       "What? Why?" Dash asks.

      "Do it or I go cards up on your whole clambake." Dean says as Dash and Amber touch the knives.

      "Did...we pass?" Amber asks.

      "Yep. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Come on you two."