—What's your favorite color? Black (don't even try to tell me it isn't a color and that it's a shade)

—Crowley or Castiel? Castiel , but I obviously love Crowley to death

—What kind of phone do you have? iPhone 6s

—What made you watch Supernatural? I was really really into Doctor Who (my sister introduced me to it) and then she started watching Supernatural randomly and said it was really good. So I sat down with her and watched like two episodes with her. I didn't really see the big deal about it, and didn't continue watching it. Fast forward a couple months, I downloaded tumblr and Supernatural was all I ever saw so I was like 'this has to be a good show' and I sat down and actually paid attention to it and fell in love. I then finished all 10 seasons in three weeks.

*THE BEGINNING THROUGH THE MIDDLE IS PRETTY TERRIBLE SORRY :(*

Odessa didn't understand the motives of these string of robberies, seeming as they simply committed suicide hours after the deed was done. The recent suicide was Helena, an employee working at the local jewelry boutique in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. She'd cleaned out the display cases and safe where Edgar, the night watchman, discovered her, but she somehow managed to grab his gun and fatally shoot him in the face. Now, this wasn't anything surprising, stuff like this happened all the time, but what was bewildering was that she'd killed herself by tossing her hairdryer in the bathtub. The entire ordeal was a bit theatrical if you ask her. 

There'd been another similar incident with the Milwaukee National Trust, and they were going to interrogate one of the several security guards named Ronald Reznick who'd been there at the time. Every assailant had similar traits; they were a long-term employee, it'd been an inside job, and seemed the type to have never done something like this in a million years. Now they were inside Ronald's home where he eagerly explained the 'actual' situation. "First off, Juan Morales never robbed the Milwaukee National Trust, okay? That I can guarantee," As Odessa entered the living room, she warily examined his homemade investigation board. "See, me and Juan were friends. He used to come back to the bank on my night shifts, and we'd play cards." 

There was a variety of articles plastered on the walls, things such as newspaper articles, pictures of security camera's, and robots with odd sayings on them. Sam raised his eyebrows. "So you let him into the bank that night, after hours." He accused. 

Ronald froze from his duties, and turned to face them. "The thing I let into the bank wasn't Juan. I mean, it had his face, but it wasn't his face. Every detail was perfect, but too perfect, you know, like a doll maker made it, like I was talking to a big Juan doll." Odessa licked her lips and closed her eyes as she replayed his words over in her mind.

"A Juan doll?" She questioned, but he disregarded her analytical tone. 

He pulled some papers from a file and handed it over for them to see. "Look, this wasn't the only time this happened. There was the jewelry store, too, and the cops and you guys, you just won't see it. Both crimes were pulled by the same thing," Sam, as he read over the file and papers, asked him what this was then. Ronald reached for a magazine and excitedly pointed the cover. "Chinese been working on them for years, and the Russians before that—part man, part machine, like the terminator, but the kind that can change itself, make itself look like other people." 

Dean pointed at him. "Like the one from 'T2'?"

Ronald eagerly agreed. "Exactly! So not just a robot more of a—a man-droid." Sam repeated after him, almost disbelieved with the suggestion of 'man-droids'. Ronald seemed disheartened with Sam's derogatory tone, and frowned as he lowered the magazine by his side. Dean, with a soft grin, asked him how was he so sure that his 'evidence' was plausible. Ronald's discouraged expression altered entirely as he beamed brightly. "See, I made copies of all the security tapes. I knew once the cops got them, they'd be buried. Here. Now watch. Watch. Watch him! See, there it is!" He paused the footage and both brothers stiffened beside her. "You see! He's got the laser eyes.

Odessa's eyes widened as she realized the flaring from Juan's eyes were the glow of a shapeshifter's eyes. She glimpsed towards Dean, who was already staring at her, and they both exchanged an identical expression. They both knew what they were dealing with now. "Cops said it was some kind of reflected light, some kind of 'camera flare'. Ain't no damn camera flare. They say I'm a post-trauma case. So what? Bank goes and fires me. It don't matter. The man-droid is still out there. If the law won't hunt this thing down, I'll do it myself. 

You see, this thing, it kills the real person, makes it look like a suicide, then it sort of like morphs into that person, cases the job for a while til it knows the take is fat, then it finds its opening. Now, these robberies, they're grouped together, so I figure the man-droid is holed up somewhere in the middle—underground maybe—I don't know maybe that's where it recharges its man-droid batteries." At this point, Ronald was behaving erratically and his hands were shaking with every movement he made. His forehead was glistening from sweat and his eyes were wide. 

Sam frowned, standing on his feet as did Odessa and Dean. "I want you to listen very carefully. 'Cause I'm about to tell you the God's honest truth about all of this. There's no such as man-droids. There's nothing evil or inhuman going on out there. It's just people. Nothing else. You understand?" 

Odessa pursed her lips together. "Sam..." She watched Ronald's face fall.

"But the laser eyes—" 

"Just a camera flare, Mr. Reznick. See, I know you don't want to believe this, but your friend Juan robbed the bank, and that's it." 

Ronald glanced towards the door, then pointed to it. "Get out of my house! Now!" 

Sam nodded gently. "Sure. First things first." Odessa chanced him a side glance and watching as he stepped forward, demanding he remand the copies he made, watching as he hesitantly obliged.

<<>>

Odessa despised this idea, especially since she was only required to roam around the Milwaukee bank for hours until she was signaled that there was something going on, which hadn't happened yet. The customers were beginning to grow restless with her ambling figure, and she's often respond to their judgmental stares with a snarky once-over. She didn't know what to do with herself, and the boredom was starting consume her. Sam and Dean were currently operating the security system to gain access to every angle of the immense bank. It'd been hours, and she'd eaten three bags of pretzels already. With her six-inch heels clicking against the cool marble floor, Odessa circled around the desks that were placed in the middle of the room. She was exhausted. 

There were heavy footsteps descending the stairwell and the sound of a gun being loaded. Odessa's eyebrows raised as she turned, eyes widening as she witnessed Ronald aim his rifle in the air. "This is not a robbery," He screamed, and pressed down on the trigger twice. The debris of the ceiling landed on the floor and on his crazed curls. "Everybody on the floor now! Get down, damn it!" Odessa stumbled backwards and dashed for the desks where she was almost certain there was a button to alert the police, but changed her mind as Ronald began demanding they remain in the middle of the room. "There is only one way in and out of here, and I chained it up, so nobody's leaving, you understand?" 

"Hey, buddy. Why don't you calm down? Just calm down," Dean's voice echoed and Odessa's head snapped in his direction, restraining herself from scurrying his way and barricading him from the rifle. Ronald's eyes widened as Dean raised his hands in surrender, aiming the gun higher and demanded they be on the floor. "Okay, we're doing that. Just don't shoot anybody, especially us." 

Ronald's hands were shaking. "I knew it—as soon as you three left. You ain't FBI. Who are you? Who are you working for, huh? The men in black," Odessa's expression replicated the brother's; exasperated and slightly amused. "You working for the man-droid?!" 

"We're not working for the man-droid!" Sam exclaimed.

"You shut up! I ain't talking to you! I don't like you," Sam mumbled a 'fair enough', and Ronald motioned for one the several men to head in Sam and Dean's direction. "Get over there. Frisk them down, make sure they got no weapons." Odessa quickly thought the of concealed dagger placed in her thigh-holster, and closed her eyes as she realized she couldn't discreetly slide it over to any of them. "What do we have here?" 

"I'm not just gonna walk in here naked," Ronald took the mini-blade from Dean's ankle and tossed it down some chute. "No, no, no, no. We know you don't want to hurt anybody, but that's exactly what gonna happen if you keep waving that cannon around. Why don't you let these people go?" Odessa looked around at the frightened expressions of the hostages surrounding her. 

Ronald's eyes widened once more. "No," He shouted, his index finger extended towards the hostages. "I already told you! If nobody's gonna stop this thing, then I've got to do it myself." 

"Hey, we believe you. That's why we're here." 

"You don't believe me! Nobody believes me. How could they?" 

Odessa sighed heavily as she realized what dangerous tactic she was going to have to perform to attempt to ease Ronald's anger. She pushed herself off the marble floor and apprehensively stepped forward. She didn't flinch as Ronald's frantic demeanor aimed the rifle towards her and demanded she return back to the floor. Her hands were elevated in submission, and his face flashed with recognition. "Don't worry, you're the one with the gun. I just want to tell you something," She ignored Sam and Dean's protesting looks, and continued onward. Ronald hesitantly inched forward. "It's here. Why do you think they've got these get-ups? They've been monitoring the security cameras. And I'm assuming they know who it is. We're running out of time." 

Ronald fidgeted. "Like I'm gonna listen to you. You're a damn liar. All three of you." Odessa swallowed the lump in her throat—and the urge to thrash and strangle him. She stepped again, uncertain. Ronald jerked the rifle. "I'll shoot you. Get down." 

Dean hastily stood, "Take me. Take me as a hostage. But we got to act fast. Because the longer we just sit here, the more time he as to change," He said, "Look at me, man. I believe you. You're not crazy. There really is something inside this bank." 

Ronald's features softened. "All right. You come with me. Everyone else gets in the vault." They were directed into the vault and Odessa made sure to stand beside Sam the entire time, not feeling particularly comfortable with these strangers who could possibly be the shifter. 

As Dean closed the door, he stared at Odessa with wary eyes. "It's okay, everyone. Just stay cool." She nodded and watched as his figure diminished as the vault closed.

"Who is that man?" A blonde woman asked, her voice sounded astonished. "He is so brave.

Odessa raised her eyebrow and glimpsed toward the blonde with discontent. "He's also mine, so know you're place before I let you know."

<<>>

Odessa was ordered to stand on the opposite side of the room, seeming as this blonde bitch hadn't ceased the conversation about Dean. Her Dean. And she was seconds from knocking this woman unconscious. "Has your brother always been so wonderful? I mean, staring down that gun and the way he played right into that psycho's crazy head, telling him what he wanted to hear? I mean, he's like a real hero or something." 

The Guardian stiffened as she uncrossed her arms. "Esta maldita perra necesita dejar de hablar." She muttered with blazing fury. Sam had sent her multiple looks; one varying from annoyance to looks demanding she remain across the vault and to ease her jealousy. The power was off, and she was assuming the police cut it off, and it'd make kicking the blonde's face even easier. "Sam, I don't think I—" She began but was interrupted by the loud cranking of the vault being opened, and the blonde's eager cries of relief.

The opened vault door revealed Dean's sweaty face. "Oh, my g—you saved us! You saved us!" Odessa rolled her eyes and was wondering if she could restrain herself any longer. 

Dean had a gun in hand. "Actually I just found a few more. Come on, everybody. Let's go." A few was an understatement. Odessa watched as more than a dozen people scrammed into the vault. The blonde's grin diminished. 

"What are you doing?" The woman asked, eyes flickering from Dean's stern face to the hurried civilians, much to her dismay, nobody answered her frantic question.

Dean turned to face them. "Sam, Essie, Ronald and I need to talk to you," Dean affirmative tone made her realize the importance of the situation, and she nodded. Both Sam and Odessa made their way out of the humid room and outside where the desolate bank was. "It shed its skin again. We don't know when. Could be in the halls, the vault.

Sam pursed his lips, dimples on display. "Great. You know, Dean, you are wanted by the police," Dean rubbed his chin, mumbling a 'yeah'. "So even if we do find this damn thing, how the hell are we gonna get out of here?" Odessa had entirely forgotten about Dean's issue with the law, and she pinched the bridge of her nose as she realized much more difficult this became. 

Dean groaned, stepping forward. "One problem at a time," He said, "I'm gonna do a sweep of the whole place, see if I can find any stragglers. Once we get everyone together, we got to play a little game of 'find the freak'," He pivoted to face them. "Here. I found two others for you guys. All right, stay here. Make sure Ronald doesn't hurt anyone. Help him manage the situation—"

"Help him manage," Sam shouted, vociferous. Odessa flinched from the intensity of his voice. "Are you insane?" Dean's wary gaze flickered from Sam to Ronald and sent him two thumbs up, reassuring him of the situation.

"Look, I know this isn't going the way we wanted it to," Sam didn't hesitate to shout 'understatement' and Odessa was beginning to lose her temper. "But if we invite the cops in right now, Ronald gets arrested, we get arrested, the shifter gets away. Probably never find it again, okay—" Odessa slapped his shoulder, motioning to look at Ron as she sighed heavily. "Ron! Out of the light! Okay, Ron's game plan was a bad plan. It was bit of a crazy plan, but right now, crazy's the only game in town, okay?" He then made his way to the opposite of the room and disappeared into the darkness. 

Odessa glanced Ronald's way, giving him an apprehensive smile. "Hey, Ronald." The helicopter blades were still whirring as were the sirens wailing in the distance. "I know we didn't start on the right foot, but I think we should open the vault. Let them get some fresh air." Ronald's gaze wavered from her to the vault, then back on her. He didn't seem to trust her like he trusted Dean. She sighed, exasperated. "Ron, they're burning up, and there isn't any fresh air? Doesn't exactly seem like the most comfortable situation to be locked in." He nodded sheepishly and trailed her as she made her way towards the large metal door.

Rotating the lock on the steel-reinforced door, she was welcomed with a sweltering warmth when opened. "Thought you guys might need some fresh air," Odessa remarked, pushing the door wider. "No one's allowed to leave." From behind her, the telephone attached to a pillar rang and Ronald urgently directed the muzzle of the rifle where the sound derived from. 

The blonde from earlier was glazed with sweat. She was perched against the wall and breathing heavily. "I don't understand. Why are you helping him?" 

Dismissing the fuming distaste she held for this unknown woman, Odessa raked her fingers through her hair. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Further inside the vault, an elder man exclaimed he needed to leave the room, and Odessa shook her head. "I'm sorry, I want you all out, but he doesn't. You're gonna have to stay put," When the man said nothing in response, Ronald's flustered voice rang through the air. Spinning around, Odessa furrowed her eyebrows, incredulous. "Ron, what the hell? Hang up—sir, you can't leave." Sam came into view and hung up the phone for him and began explaining the less the police know, the better.

The man who claimed he desperately needed to leave collapsed, and Odessa's eyes widened as she darted inside the room. She attempted to hoist him, but struggled with the clamoring voices and other frantic hands. "Sam, I think this guy's having a heart attack," Sam dialed the police, demanding for a paramedic, and Odessa groaned from the man's weight. "I don't think this man's gonna survive that long, Sam." 

"L-Look, I'm sorry, I really am, but nobody's getting out." Ronald stammered. 

One of the other men elevating the man spoke. "He's dying right in front of you. Come on, man. You gotta unlock the front door. We gotta get him out of here." 

Ronald aimed the gun towards the three of them. "All three of you stay where you are!" Odessa's heart soared with relief as she saw Dean's figure nonchalantly enter the room, mumbling something into Sam's ear. Sam gave him a small nod and made his way to where Odessa stood.

"You know what, Ron? He's right. We gotta get this man outside," The man assisting her attempted to follow Sam as he dragged him towards the entrance of the bank. "Oh, I got him. It's cool. Thanks." As Sam and the man exited the vault, Odessa patted down the wrinkles on her jeans. Analyzing Dean's implacable expression directed towards the other man who stood beside her, she understood that look. She'd seen this look on a daily basis, a look she's had more than once. He was going to kill someone. And it was the shifter. 

Dean motioned for the man, muttering something along the lines 'Can I talk to you for a sec'. The man obliged, but hastily countered Dean's movements and knocked his forehead against the filing cabinet and tossed him on the floor. He sprinted away and Ronald followed after him. Scrambling towards Dean's fallen form, Odessa made sure his scalp wasn't bleeding. Cupping his cheeks, she lifted his head. "Are you okay? Are you feeling dizzy?" 

Dean slapped her hands away. "You can give me a check-up after we get this son-of-a-bitch." She nodded distressingly and clambered to her feet. She didn't know where exactly Ron was heading to, but she didn't think he'd stop right in the middle of the bank. She regarded Sam's alarmed expression as she shouted 'get down', but Ronald didn't seem to register his words fast enough. The glass from the panels of windows above shattered and the bullet protruded Ronald's chest quicker than Odessa could process. She released a strangled gasp as Dean's steadied arms secured around her waist and yanked her away from view. He stabilized his balance behind the minuscule wall of marble.

The blood poured from Ronald's wound as his knees went out and collapsed to the floor. She witnessed the vitality drained away from his eyes when colliding with the floor. He didn't deserve this. He was just trying save people, in his own erratic way. His skin was getting paler, and she didn't know skin could become this pale this fast. She never really paid much attention to those she discarded. But now, she was distracted by the massive pool of blood expanding around Ronald's corpse. Sam appeared from nowhere, and he was speaking with Dean in hushed voices, but she didn't listen. 

Sam jerked her arm, attempting to gather Odessa's attention from the corpse of a man who just wanted to help. He hoisted her from the floor, she leaned on him for support, which he gladly gave her. He was muttering something about finding the shifter, and she just shook her head. She scurried towards Dean. "You find the shifter, we'll deal with the hostage," Sam looked apprehensive, but she whirled around and didn't wait for him to protest. "Go!"

Dean snatched Ronald's rifle and he was clutching it against his chest. "Let's get this over with." She muttered, evading her gaze from the corpse feet away from her. 

<<>>

Odessa couldn't comprehend the reason as to why Dean answered the phone. They'd just locked the hostages inside the vault once again, and that's when phone began ringing. They didn't know who was on the other end, obviously someone included in the law enforcement, but she didn't know why he chose to answer the phone. The shifter had changed its appearance once more, and was possibly running around the bank's halls at the moment, but here she was listening in on a phone call. "This is Special Agent Victor Hendrickson," The voice on the other side of the line introduced. Dean shook his head, claiming he wasn't in a negotiating mood. "Good. Me neither. It's my job to bring you in—alive's a bonus, but not necessary." 

Dean furrowed his eyebrows. "Whoa, that's harsh for a federal agent, don't you think?" 

"Well, you're not the typical suspect, are you, Dean," Dean's eyes widened as he peered at Odessa, who mirrored his expression. She straightened and listened intently. "I want you, Sam, and Odessa out here unarmed, or we come in. And, yes, I know about Sam. He's your partner. And I also know about Odessa—the Bonnie to your Clyde." 

Dean chuckled humorlessly. "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." 

Dean stiffened. "You don't know crap about my dad."

"Ex-marine, raised his kids on the road, cheap motels, backwood cabins—real paramilitary survivalist type. I just can't get a handle on what type of wacko he was—white supremacist, Timmy McVeigh, tomato, tomahto." Agent Hendrickson said.

Dean licked his lips. "You got no right talking about my dad like that," He replied, and Odessa saw he was trying his best to appear unaffected with the Agent's words. "He was a hero." 

"Yeah, right. Sure sounds like it. You have one hour to make a decision, or we come through those doors full automatic." She heard the receiver click as the Agent hung up the phone. Dean looked as if he didn't know what to do next, and slammed the phone back on the stand. Odessa grimaced as she hesitantly stepped forward, reassuringly kneading his shoulder.

"We'll get out of this. We always do," She assured. Sam entered the room, and Odessa frowned as she spun on her heel. "We've run into complications outside." 

Sam chuckled, motioning towards the door. "We got a problem in here," He said, "It's Sheri, the one that likes you." Odessa rolled her eyes. 

They unlocked the steel door. "Sheri, we're gonna let you go," She seemed bewildered as she questioned their motives. "As a show of good faith to the feds. Come on." 

Her eyebrows raised. "Uh...I think I'd rather stay here with the others." She said, backing up in the the clamor of hostages. 

Odessa crossed her arms. "I don't care what you'd rather have," She sneered, stepping forward and grasping her forearm. She dragged her where Sam directed her, and soon they were in the room where Sam discovered Sheri's actual body. The shifter's eyes widened as she screamed, thrashing around and struggling with their firm grip. "That was almost impressive, nearly believable." 

Sam effortlessly restrained her. "This is the last time you become anybody, ever." And then she did the most unexpected thing she could ever do; she fainted. Odessa scrunched her eyebrows together, and cocked her head. "Was not expecting that." Dean crouched on the floor, shrugged, then raised the envelope opened high before Sam stopped him. 

"Wait, what's the advantage of this plan? I mean, fainting now wouldn't help it survive." Sam said, and Dean hummed before moving to the side of the 'dead' Sheri. Her skin wasn't pale, though. Her throat was sliced open, and the blood was beginning to dry around the wound. Sam was beginning to say something when there was a thundering crash in the distance. Odessa's head snapped in the direction where the sound derived from. She was seconds from checking the hallways when Dean's strangled groans filled the air. 

Sheri awakened from her instantaneous slumber and began screaming with sheer terror. Dean was struggling with shifter's strength, but he managed to push her hand away from his throat. "Get her out of here!" He demanded, referring to the actual Sheri. Odessa didn't see the need for her to leave as well, but she obliged and followed after Sam. She dedicated her time looking for an exit route while Sam dropped Sheri off in some random hallway. 

"Freeze!" Odessa exhaled through her nose with annoyance as she reluctantly halted in the middle of the hallway. There were two possible outcomes of this situation: One; she surrender and allow to be put into custody, or two; she defend her boys and knock these men unconscious and look fabulous doing it. 

She whirled around leisurely, and cocked her head. "Hello, boys." She proclaimed in a slow, arrogant voice. She inched forward, six-inch heels clicking tauntingly against the marble. With sudden haste, she clutched the weapon from the nearest man and slammed the end against his nose, then tossed the gun aside. She twisted his wrist and hurled him to the floor. Dodging the incoming attack from the other man, she ducked and kicked his foot, not waiting to watch him collapse. She smashed her knee into his helmet twice, and pushed him aside. The other man, who was more petite than the others, struck Odessa's side and she winced. She grabbed his gun from his weak grasp and tossed it aside. 

With nothing else in his possession, the man decided reach for her arms. She shoved his arms away and kicked his abdomen, hastily raising her leg over his shoulder, then her other leg. Spinning around his form with as much force as she could muster, Odessa flipped him with her legs and landed on her knees, steadying herself with her hands on the floor. She vaguely resembled a snake enclosing its prey seconds from breaking all of its bones. She chose option two.

With three unconscious bodies and more than enough time to spare, an idea formed as she examined the bodies inquisitively. God, she truly was amazing. She didn't understand how she wasn't thanked more often for her brilliant ideas. 

Undressing the the three men was unsettling, mainly for her, but she managed to snatched the outfits and find both brothers in time. They managed to sneak out of the bank unseen, and found the Impala within minutes. 

It was almost as if they had some form of Guardian Angel watching over them.