I was running after a shapeshifter that bit into a victim not too long ago in the woods. But I hear footsteps behind me so I run faster in a different direction. "Where did she go?" "I don't know Dean." Then Sam and Dean here me fall from afar. "There," said Sam. They ran to me. "Hey." I gulped my saliva, got up and threw my knife. The only weapon I got. Dean caught it. I show my FBI beige to them that I'm not a shapeshifter. They show theirs too. Let's see how I would die.