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Dean, Sam and I sat on the couch in Ronald's house. I was sat in-between the boys as my figure was smaller than there's. Ronald pushes a VHS tape into the player. "See, I made copies of all the security tapes. I knew once the cops got them they'd be buried... Here," he clicks the remote to fast-forward the tape. "Now watch. Watch. Watch him, watch, watch! See, look! Th- Th-, there it is!" The taped played but he paused it at a moment as Juan was looking at the camera. "You see? He's got the laser eyes," Ron had used his fingers to tap under his eyes to make it more dramatic.

Sam, Dean, and I all share a knowing look. I've had a few run-ins with shapeshifter's before, and I managed to deal with them on my own. But us three knew that we had to deal with it now before anyone else gets killed.

"Cops said it was some kind of reflected light. Some kind of 'camera flare'," He used his hand to air quote 'camera flare, as he know it isn't. "Okay? Ain't no damn camera flare. They say I'm a post-trauma case. So what? Bank goes and fires me, it doesn't matter!" Ronald seemed to rant about this whole thing, as he pins a piece of paper to his billboard. "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," Ron gestures to the map on the billboard. "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," Ronald seemed to finish his rant, as I nod to him as this was actually some good work.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sam stare intently at Ronald for a moment. "Okay. I want you to listen very carefully," Sam states as we all began to rise with Sam. "Because I'm about to tell you the God's honest truth about all of this," we waited for a moment to see what Sam has to say to Ronald here. "There's no such thing as Mandroids," Sam clearly wasn't messing around. Ronald's face seemed to lose it's bright expression. "There's nothing evil or inhuman going on out there. Just people. Nothing else, you understand?" Sam was really going in for the all FBI agent thing, as he really didn't want this guy messing around.

I see Dean keeping a straight face, but it was clear that he was startled, and he looked like he was going to say something but protested against it in his mind.

"The laser eyes," Ronald sounded desperate, that he was 100% convinced about the Mandroid theory.

"Just a camera flare, Mr. Resnick," he snapped back at Ron just as he had finished talking. "See, I know you don't want to believe this. But your friend Juan robbed the bank and that's it,"

"Get out of my house! Now!" Ronald yelled at us, as he was clearly upset about us not believing him.

"Sure. First things first," Sam stats calmly back to him, making Dean and I cock our heads in confusion as we frown, this wasn't going to be good...

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After the whole Mandroid thing at Ronald's home, we had returned back to our Motel room, which has the obligatory Tacky wall decorations that near enough every motel has. Sam and Dean had gotten dress back into ordinary clothing, however, I kept in my FBI outfit, but just lost the black jacket as this dress fits me just fine...

"Man, that has got to be the kicker, straight up. I mean, you tell that poor son of a bitch that -- what did you say, remand the tapes that he copied? Classified evidence of an ongoing investigation," Dean laughs softly, through the back end of the words. "That's messed up," I had turned around from the bed to see Dean now at the table, and Sam sat on a chair in front of the TV.

"What are you, pissed at me or something?" Sam replied to Deans comment.

"Nah, I just think it's a little creepy how good of a Fed you are," Sam faces away from his brother as he watches the tape he took from Ronald. "I mean, come on, we could have at least thrown the guy a bone. He did some pretty good legwork here," I could agree with Dean on that, save us the time.

Sam scoffs at Dean's comment, before turning to face him. "Mandroid?" Was Sam's one word question.

"Besides the Mandroid part," I state to them both, as I walked over to the kitchen counter, and got myself a can of beer.

"Besides that, I liked him. He's not that different from you, Gabby or me. People think we're crazy," Dean replied back, and it was true.

"No one's said it to my face though," I added the snide remark, as Dean just gives me a look as I cracked the can open, and began to drink.

"Yeah, except he's not a hunter, Dean. He's just a guy who stumbled onto something real. If he were to go up against this thing he'd get torn apart. Better to stay in the dark, and stay alive," Sam left my comment out as he spoke to Dean, but it was true, stay in the dark about the supernatural world and you stay alive, that is how it goes.

"Sam has a point, not everyone is cut out for this," I said, as I went over to the kitchen table and pulled a chair out and sat, watching Dean trace over a map as he starts to mark it with a red pen.

"Yeah, I guess," Dean replied to both Sam and my comment.

"Shapeshifter," Sam states, making me look away from Dean just in time to see Sam pausing the tape at the moment it was looking into the camera to see it's eyes. "Just like back in St. Louis. Same retinal reaction to video,"

"Eyes flare at the camera. I hate those friggin' things," Dean states, looking at the Tv.

"You think I don't?" Sam had scoffed but in a normal way, not a bad way.

"Yeah, well, one didn't turn into you and frame you for murder," Dean said, as my face turned to him as I was frowning. This was like new news to me, but Dean counited to trace a pattern on the paper of the sewer system.

"Wait? What?!" I asked, totally babbled on the past situation, clearly that I missed. Dean's eyes went to mine, as he realised that I wasn't with them when it happened.

"This was before we met. I'll tell you another time when we've gotten this Shapeshifter," Dean replied with a cock of his eyebrows before looking back down to his pattern.

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

"Then Ronald was right," Dean had cut off Sam before he could finish, as I just sat here drinking the beer from the can. "All right, they like to layer up underground, preferably the sewer. And all the robberies have been connected so far, right?"

"Yeah," I replied through a sip of my beer, as I gulped so more back.

"With the, uh, sewer main layout," I see Dean lift up the tracing paper from it's position, and look at the map. "There's one more bank lined up on that same sewer main," he points too it, as this is where we need to be. I peer over the table to get a look at the name. 'City Bank of Milwaukee' this was going to be the next hit, and we were going to be there to stop it...

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We all went to the bank together, the boys were dressed in Securiserve Guard Service technicians and I will still wearing my 'FBI' outfit but without the jacket and the badge. Sam and Dean talked with the guard on duty as I had split off from them. My job was to wonder around to see if there was anything strange as the boys would look on the camera's to find the Shapeshifter. This was going to take awhile, I mean I could try and use a spell but too many people, plus Sam and Dean were watching on the cameras.

A few hours had passed and day came to an end as night was upon us, and I hadn't heard anything from the boys so they haven't found the Shapeshifter yet. I kept my true mission secret to people who had asked why I was here. It looked like I was waiting for the right moment to rob the bank. I just told them that I was waiting for someone in the back and they wondered away, not taking any notice of me. 

As I wondered in the main lobby, I see a camera in the corner of the building, but it was turning like someone was controlling it. I bet it was the boys. The camera direction edged its way to me, and soon enough it was landed directly on me. My eyes narrowed as I looked straight into the camera. I smiled for a moment, and waved my fingers at the camera it was sort of seductively, but I didn't mean it to be. Or did I? 

The camera slowly turned to another point in the area. I let out a small giggle as I walked into the middle of the lobby, my heels clicking against the marble flooring. I sighed deeply, as I swirl on my feet, and placed myself on a middle island that was in the lobby. I don't even think that the Shapeshifter might even be in here, might be a long shot. 

"This is not a robbery!" A familiar voice yells from behind me, before shooting two shots into the ceiling. Just in time to see, as I had whipped myself around. No surprise here, it was Ronald. Aiming a rifle towards the people. "Everybody on the floor now!" The assault rifle was waving in front of us...

I really hate guns...

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A/N

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