They pushed him into a small office and Dean shut the door firmly behind them. Ron stayed outside in the hallway, breathing hard and clutching the rifle. He was already unstable—this part wasn't for him.
The bald man stood in the center of the room, eyes moving calmly between them.
Dean stepped forward and pulled the silver knife from his jacket.
"You know what I hate about your kind?" Dean said, voice tight but controlled. "You're nasty psychopaths. You steal someone's identity, wreck their life, then dump the face and move on like it's nothing."
The man frowned faintly. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Dean didn't slow down. "Oh, you will. Soon as I stick you with this."
Sam moved first.
He lunged to grab him—
The shapeshifter reacted instantly.
A fist slammed into Sam's face, snapping his head sideways. The creature smiled faintly as its eyes flickered for just a moment, something inhuman flashing beneath.
Dean stepped in and drove the knife forward.
The shapeshifter grabbed a metal trash bin and whipped it at Dean. It hit his forearm, knocking the blade off course and sending it scraping across the desk instead of flesh.
Sam recovered fast and tackled the creature from behind, wrapping his arms around its chest.
"Dean—now!" Sam shouted.
The shapeshifter twisted sharply and drove an elbow into Sam's ribs. Once. Hard. Then it kicked backward, heel slamming into Sam's thigh and breaking his hold.
Dean charged again, knife raised.
The creature seized a chair and swung it hard across Dean's path.
Dean raised the knife to strike, aiming for the heart—but the impact threw him off balance. The blade drove into the shapeshifter's shoulder instead of its chest.
It hissed sharply.
Before Dean could pull the knife free, the shapeshifter grabbed him by the collar and hurled him sideways.
Dean slammed straight into Sam, knocking them both into the wall.
The shapeshifter ripped the knife out of its own shoulder without hesitation and flung it across the room. It clattered uselessly under a desk.
Then it moved for the door.
Dean tried to push up—
Too late.
The shapeshifter yanked the door open.
Ron was standing right outside, wide-eyed, gun halfway raised.
He didn't even get a word out.
The shapeshifter backhanded him casually.
Ron flew sideways into the hallway wall and crumpled to the floor, dazed.
The creature didn't pause.
It bolted down the corridor, already shifting, bones cracking under rippling skin as it ran.
Dean pushed himself upright, jaw clenched.
"Sam—move!"
The shapeshifter sprinted toward the bank's back exit, knocking over a trash can as he ran. The alley door was only a few steps away now. He grabbed the handle and yanked—
The door suddenly flew open from the other side and slammed straight into his face.
Bang.
He stumbled backward, crashed onto the floor, vision spinning.
He groaned and rolled onto his side.
Standing in the doorway was a uniformed police officer.
Except it wasn't.
Henry stepped inside, adjusting the slightly oversized police jacket he'd "borrowed."
He looked down at the bald man sprawled on the ground.
"Oh. It's you," Henry said calmly, pulling out the police baton.
The shapeshifter's eyes narrowed. He sprang up and lunged without warning, fist swinging toward Henry's head.
Henry barely shifted aside in time. The punch grazed past him, close enough to feel the air move.
'Time for super strength,'
The surge hit instantly. His muscles tightened and steadied.
He planted his feet and swung the baton with full force.
The crack echoed down the hallway.
The shapeshifter's head snapped to the side and his body lifted clean off the ground, slamming into the wall before dropping heavily to the floor again.
Footsteps pounded behind him.
Dean and Sam arrived just as the shapeshifter tried to push himself up again, face already starting to ripple.
Dean didn't waste a second.
He charged forward, jumped, and drove the silver knife down with both hands straight into the creature's heart.
The shapeshifter jerked violently, features flickering between stolen faces before going still.
Dean stayed crouched over him for a moment, breathing hard.
Sam straightened slowly and stared at Henry.
"Why are you in a cop uniform?"
Henry hesitated for half a second. "Well…"
—
A few minutes earlier.
In the alley behind the bank, one patrol car had pulled up. Two officers stepped out, weapons drawn, trying to get eyes on the back entrance.
Henry took a breath and smeared some ketchup across his stomach to make it convincing. Then he stumbled out from the side of the building into their line of sight.
"Help…!" he gasped, clutching his side.
Both officers immediately lowered their aim slightly.
"Sir! Stay where you are!" one shouted, moving toward him. "You're hurt?"
"They're inside," Henry said weakly. "I barely got out…"
He let his knees buckle just enough to sell it.
The closer officer holstered his weapon halfway and reached for his shoulder.
That was the mistake.
'Super strength .'
Henry snapped upright and drove a punch straight into the officer's jaw. The man dropped hard onto the pavement.
The second officer reached for his gun, but Henry was already moving. He stepped in, grabbed the man's wrist, twisted, and slammed his elbow into the officer's ribs before shoving him into the squad car. The officer hit the door and collapsed.
Both were unconscious.
"Sorry," he muttered.
He stripped the uniform jacket, hat, and baton from one officer, pulling them on quickly.
He dragged both officers behind the patrol car so they wouldn't be immediately visible from the street.
Then he adjusted the cap, picked up the baton, and walked toward the back entrance just in time to meet a shapeshifter trying to escape.
—
Back in the hallway of the bank, Henry shrugged slightly.
"Long story," he said.
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