( NOT SO S.W.A.T )

      In the vault, the Shapeshifter is still holding up the Guard, who is panicked and breathing painfully. "Come on, man, you've got to open up the door. We've got to get him out of here." The Shapeshifter says.

      Ronald cocks the rifle. "Both of you stay where you are." He says.

      Dean returns and whispers, inaudible, to Sam. The Shapeshifter watches them warily. "You know, Ronald? He's right, we've got to get this man outside. Come on. I've got you." Sam says.

      He takes the Guard from the Shapeshifter. "I'll help you." It says.

      "Oh, I got him, it's cool. Thanks." Sam gets the Guard out of the way; Dean glares at the Shapeshifter and approaches the vault.

     "Hey, can I talk to you for a second?" Dean asks.

      The Shapeshifter comes out. "You got the gun, man. I mean, whatever." As it gets close enough, it attacks Dean, knocking him to the ground and running into the dark of the hallways.

      Dean gets up and chases after him. "Stop! Come back here!" Ronald races after them both, which puts him in the open again.

      Sam sees a laser sight on his back; in slow-motion and silence, Sam shouts at him. "Get down! Now!" The sniper fires, hitting Ronald squarely in the chest.

      As he falls, Dean ducks behind a low wall, and Sam watches in horror. Ronald slumps to his knees, then to the floor. He is dead.

      Establishing shot — the scene is much like (and apparently up to the time of) the Teaser, complete with handheld camera shots. The hostages run out of the vault as Dean crawls behind another low wall nearer where Ronald fell. Sam ducks down beside him, both panting.

      Sam pulls out the key and hands it to Dean. "Here. Take care of the guard. I'm going after the 'shifter."

      "Sam, wait!" Elena yells, but he runs off, and Dean crawls over towards Ronald.

      "Sorry, Ron. You did a real good job tracking this thing, you really did." Dean takes the rifle and, looking around furtively, runs off towards the Guard. Elena follows.

      Sam approaches a broom closet and opens it suddenly; it's empty. He hears something behind him and turns. Sherry screams; she and the other hostages have gathered, trying to escape.

     "Please don't hurt us!" Sherry yells.

      "You shouldn't be back here right now! You're in danger, now go back to the vault! Now!" Sam yells. They run back.

     Holding the Guard in front of him and the rifle in his other hand, Dean approaches the front door slowly. "Are you sure this is a good idea? There are about a zillion and one police officers outside." Elena says.

      Outside, several paramedics pull a stretcher out of an ambulance. "Everything's going to be all right." Dean says.

      Dean opens the door and pushes the Guard outside with him. "No, don't shoot! Don't shoot! Please!" The Guard yells.

      "No, no, no, no, no! Don't even think about it!" Dean yells as the police officers step closer.

      "Please! Don't shoot!"

      Elena watches in the shadows as Dean pushes the Guard. "Son of a-" He
Says. "I said get back! Now!"

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      "One of the hostages. He seems to have taken over the situation." An Officer says.

      "Excuse me?"

      At the Bank, Dean pushes the Guard. "Okay, go, go!" The Guard stumbles out as Dean draws back inside, shutting the door and latching it.

      Dean turns to Elena. "We are so screwed." He says.

      Elsewhere, Sam has found another shed skin. He calls Dean. "Yeah?" Dean asks.

      "Slipped his skin." Sam says lamely.

      "What?"

      "Yeah, bastard shifts fast. A lot faster than the one in St. Louis." Sam says.

      "God, it's like playing the shell game. It could be anybody. Again." Dean says.

      "Yeah, I think most of the employees are out of the vault by now." Sam says.

      "All right, you search every inch of this place, I'm gonna go round everybody up." Dean says and hangs up.

      Elena crosses her arms. "What did Sam say?" She asks.

      "It shed it's skin again. It could be anyone." Dean says.

      "Even me." Elena points out.

      Dean looks at her warily. "But you're not one, right?" He asks.

      "No. Are you?" Elena asks.

      A black sedan and several black trucks pull onto the scene. "Crap." The Officer says.

      "What?" The Detective asks.

      "The feds are here."

      "Oh, crap." The Detective says.

      A mousy, bespectacled man in an FBI jacket enters and stares at them; then a tall, commanding, shaven-headed black man pushes past. "Lieutenant Robards." The Agent says.

      "Yeah."

     "Special Agent Henriksen." The Bald Man says.

      "Let me guess. You're lead dog now, but you would just love my full cooperation."

      "I don't give a rats ass what you do, you can go get a donut and bang your wife for all I care. What I do need is your S.W.A.T. team locked and loaded." Henriksen says.

      Detective Robards speaks. "Listen, Agent. Something's not right about this. It's, uh, it's not going down like a usual heist." He says.

      "That's because it isn't one. You have no idea what you're dealing with, do you? There is a monster in that bank, Robards."

      Inside, Sam still searches as Dean and Elena herd the hostages back into the vault. "And I thought you were one of the good guys." Sherry says to Dean.

      "What's your name?" Dean asks her.

      "Why would you care?"

      "My name's Dean and this is Elena." Dean motions to the both of them."

      "I'm Sherry."

      "Hi, Sherry. Everything's going to be all right. This will all be over soon." Dean shuts the vault door and spins the lock as the landline rings. He sets down his handgun and answers it.

      Henriksen is on the phone, in the command center. "This is Special Agent Victor Henriksen." He says.

      "Yeah, listen, I'm not really in the negotiating mood right now." Dean says.

      "Good. Me neither. It's my job to bring you in; alive's a bonus but not necessary." Henriksen says.

      "Whoa. Kinda harsh for a Federal Agent, don't you think?" Dean says.

      "Well, you're not the typical suspect, are you, Dean?" Henriksen asks and Dean looks horrified. "I want you and Sam out here, unarmed. Or we come in. And yes, I know about Sam. Bonnie to your Clyde. It's sad that you even brought poor little Elena into this."

      Dean smirks as he looks at Elena. "Yeah, well, that part's true, but how'd you even know we were here?"

      "Go screw yourself, that's how I knew. It's become my job to know about you, Dean. I've been looking for you for weeks now. I know about the murder in St. Louis, I know about the Houdini act you pulled in Baltimore. I know about the desecrations and the thefts. I know about your dad." Henrikson says.

      Dean's face hardens. "Hey, you don't know crap about my dad." He says.

      "Ex-marine, raised his kids on the road, cheap motels, backwoods cabins. Real paramilitary survivalist type. I just can't get a handle on what type of whacko he was. White supremacist, Timmy McVeigh, to-may-to, to-mah-to." Henrikson says.

      "You got no right talking about my dad like that. He was a hero." Dean says angrily.

      "Yeah. Right. Sure sounds like it. You have one hour to make a decision or we come through those doors full automatic. Put Elena on the phone."

      Dean pounds his forehead in frustration as he gives Elena the phone. "Yes?" She asks.

      "Just tell me where you are and we'll get you and the hostages out. Can you do that?" Henriksen asks.

      Elena puts her hands on her hips. "Why would I?" She asks.

      "Don't tell me you're in on this too? Those boys got you wrapped around their little finger." Henriksen laughs.

      "Listen here you ass, no ones got anyone wrapped around anything, yet alone a finger." Elena says and Dean raises his eyebrows at her.

      Henriksen laughs on the other line. "You've got some balls. But the offer still stands. You can either turn them in or, we're coming after you too."

      "You have no idea who you're messing with." Elena says into the phone.

     "Actually I do. Two sociopaths and a college girl who's lost her way." Henriksen says. "See you soon."

      Elena gets mad and hangs up the phone. She storms past Dean as he tries to catch up with her.

      "What did that dick say?" He asks.

      "He wanted me to turn you in." Elena says. "He says if I did, I'd walk free."

      "What did you say?"

      Elena stops and turns to Dean. "What do you think I said?" Elena says. "I'm not one of those girls who gets scared when something bad happens. Like I said before, I'm with you guys now." She says and walks away.

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      "Scramble your men, five minutes, then we go in." Henriksen says.

      "What? Henriksen, they've let out one hostage so far. They've hurt no one as far as we can tell." Robards says.

      Henriksen turns to the Detective fast enough to give him whiplash. "You don't know these Winchesters. They're dangerous, smart, and expertly trained." He says.

      "We can't risk the lives of all those people ." Robards days.

      "Trust me, Dean's a greater risk to them than we are." Henriksen says.

      "This is crazy."

      "Crazy's in there. And I just hung up on it."

      Sam sees blood on the floor in front of a closet; he opens it quickly, and the half-dressed body of Sherry falls out. Her throat is slit. "Damnit." He says.

      Sam returns to the vault room, where Dean and Elena are waiting; the vault is shut. "Hey. We've got a bit of a problem outside." Dean says.

      "We've got a problem in here." Sam says.

      They open the vault; the hostages flinch and look around. "Sherry? We're going to let you go." Elena says to her.

      "What? Why me?" She/it asks.

      "Uh, as a show of good faith to the feds, come on."

      "Uh, I think I'd, I'd rather stay here, with the others." It says.

      Dean approaches her. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist." He says. She looks at them warily; Sam is fingering the silver blade.

      Later, Sam and Dean push Sherry back to the hallway. "I thought you were letting me go." She says.

      Dean shoves her forward, holding her head and forcing her to look at the body. She begins screaming hysterically. "Is that community theater, or are you just naturally that good?" Dean asks.

      "This is the last time you become anybody. Ever." Elena says.

      "Oh god! Oh." She faints. Dean and Sam stare at her, baffled, then back at the other body.

      Dean removes rifle from his shoulder and kneels over her. He raises the blade with a shrug, but Sam puts out a hand to stop him. "Dean, wait, wait, wait. What's the advantage of this plan? I mean, fainting now wouldn't help it survive."

      Dean looks back at the other body. "Huh." He says. Dean kneels over the other body, then looks up, distracted by a noise. The body opens its eyes; it is the Shapeshifter.

      It lashes out and grabs Dean by the throat. As he struggles, stabbing at it, Sherry wakes up. She screams again; Sam goes over to her, gathering her in his arms. The Shapeshifter knees Dean in the chin and bolts.

      Elsewhere, the S.W.A.T. team creeps through broken glass and into the bank. Dean ducks around a corner to avoid one. In another hallway, they find Sherry, who backs against the wall, terrified.

      "Don't shoot Don't shoot! I work here! Get me out, get me out of here." She says.

      Several of them guide her out; two others continue down the hallway. They see Sam and Elena, who stops. "Freeze! Let me see your hands."

      In the boiler room, Dean turns and gets slammed in the face by the Shifter's hand; he goes down.

      Meanwhile, Elena looks at sam and nods. Sam turns abruptly and takes out the two armored policemen singlehandedly.

      Dean recovers, settles into a fighting stance. He swipes at it, and it avoids the attack, retaliating. They tussle; he gets in two good head-butts.

      He slashes at her again and she grabs his wrist and wrenches it up, and he grasps her forearm; her skin slips off stickily. "Gross." Dean says.

      She kicks him hard between the legs, then several times in the face. He grabs her leg and wrenches it back, shoving her against the wall. They struggle like that for a moment before he manages to ram the silver blade into her chest.

      He hears a sound and flinches, then turns and kneels in front of her. A uniformed man enters the room and stops; we can only see his boots. Dean looks back, panting.

      Preceded by several officers, Henriksen enters the building, gun out. He strides down the main hallway; they find the body of the first Man. "Male, African American. Goner."

      In the boiler room, Another officer is kneeling in front of the Shapeshifter's body. "I'm telling you, man. I just walked her out of the bank. She must have a twin sister or something."

      An Officer comes up behind Henriksen. "Sir? My team said it's secure. They're gone."

    "You tell your team to tear it apart. The ducts, the ceilings, the furnace, everything." Henriksen says.

      "I don't think that's necessary." The Officer says.

      "Why not?"

      The Officer takes Henriksen to a broom closet, where two men are stripped to their underwear and handcuffed back-to-back on the floor.

      Two men in S.W.A.T. armor run out of the bank with a girl that they grabbed by both arms and through a leveled parking lot. They approach a car and get in; it is the Impala, and the two men are Dean and Sam. It is revealed that the girl was Elena.

      They get in and pull off their helmets and hats, panting heavily. "We are so screwed." Dean says as they pull out of the parking lot and out of town.