𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 > 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 {𝟏}

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Trio witnessed one person who helped them to track this Shifter. He died with the unfinished business of stopping the Shifter, he risked everything even if people didn't believe him. Karina was watching Ronald's lifeless body on the floor, knowing who was crawling up to her from behind.

She heard two feet.

Sam pulled out the key, and handed it to Dean, "Here. Take care of the guard. I'm going after the Shifter."

"I'm coming with you."

Sam and Karina left Dean alone with Guard. Recoiling from the beginning, Dean Winchester's face is on the news. Letting go of the hostage outside. After Sam and Karina found a few people who escaped the vault, they both ordered them to return to their position. Hostages ran away from them.

Sam and Karina holding their miniature weapons and flashlights. Creeping their way through the hallway, checking every door. When they were heading toward the stairs to another floor, they found the stashes of slimy skin laying on the floor.

They both groaned at the sight of it, Sam began calling one person they were familiar with.

Dean picked up the call, "Yeah?"

"Slipped his skin."

"What?"

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

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

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

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

Sam and Karina continued to another floor.

***

After Dean gathered the hostages together into the vault, the redhead girl was mistaken because she thought of Dean Winchester. She turned to him, who was holding the rifle in his hands. "And I thought you were one of the good guys."

"What's your name?"

"Why would you care?"

"My name's Dean."

"I'm Sheri."

"Hi, Sheri." The phone began to ring, and Dean looked at her one more time. "Everything's going to be alright. This will all be over soon, okay?"

Dean turned his back on her, locking the vault. Heading straight to the phone. He put down his weapons aside from him. He picked up the receiver and put it on his ear.

Not knowing that one, simple call will scare the living crap out of him.

"Yeah?"

"This is Special Agent Victor Henriksen."

"Yeah, listen, I'm not really in a negotiating mood right now."

"Good. Me neither. It's my job to bring you in. Alive's a bonus but not necessary."

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

"Well, you're not the typical suspect, are you, Dean?'

Dean paused, hearing his name from the agent he's not familiar with. His eyes showed signs of terrified and horrified. All in one.

"I want you and Sam and Karina out here, unarmed, or we come in. And yes, I know about Sam and Karina-the members of Bee Gees."

Dean tried to move aside by smirking along, "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 guys' dads."