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"Okay, kids," Dean said, taking a seat on the teacher's desk. Look at him being all teacherly. And nary a dodgeball in sight! "Today we're gonna talk about shape-shifters. The kind that can turn into anyone they want, not the ones that grow fur and fangs. Those'll be covered next week."

"I apologize to anyone who ate right before class, because this might get kind of gross," Sam said with his best puppyface. "Like Dean said, shape-shifters can take on the appearance of anyone they want, and the ones we're familiar with do it by, well, shedding their skin with each new appearance. Literally."

That got a smile out of Dean. Because he was a twisted individual. "If they see you, they can look like you. And if they look like you, they start being able to think like you. And we mean literally. They have some weird ability to get your memories and and mannerisms. Which makes them harder than hell to catch when they start killing people."

"Not all of them are automatically killers," Sam said. He was still determined to be the diplomatic one here. "But it's pretty easy to get away with crimes when you can change how you look whenever authorities get too close."

"Or impersonate the cop investigating the crime..." Dean shook his head. "Easy way to check. Cameras. They can look normal everywhere but on film. Their eyes glow like they're on fire or something."

"And, probably obviously, finding a pile of gross skin sitting around is a bad sign too." This was the anti-eating class, seriously.

"Oh, and teeth. Hair too." DAMN IT, BOYS. Dean clapped his hands together. "Alright, how to stop these suckers is simple. Silver works on them. If you're fresh out of silver... decapitation. Which works for a lot of things, really. When it doubt, remove the head and burn the remains."

"We're not going to have you practice that sort of thing yet." Suck it up, Dean. "For now, we're going to give you guys some cameras and have you practice your photography skills. Taking pictures when something strange is going on is always a good idea in general. Snapping good shots of suspicious people takes a little practice, so try to get your shots without stopping and focusing for too long. You might not get the chance to take your time."

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"That's actually kind of awesome." SUPERPOWERS WITHOUT HOMICIDAL TENDENCIES? WHAT?

Raven shrugged. "Sure, when no one's trying to kill me for it." SHE CAME BY HER POTENTIAL FUTURE HOMICIDAL TENDENCIES HONESTLY.

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SIGH. RAVEN, NO.

"Yeah, story of life," Dean muttered. "Everyone wants to kill everyone else."

"Really." That earned you an epic teenage eyeroll of doom. Yep, they totally had that in the fifties, too. "And how often did you have to run for your life when you were four?"

WELL, WASN'T THAT A SPECIFIC AGE?

"Pretty often," Dean said after a moment's thought. "Carrying my little brother all the way."

YOU KNOW, AS A "FOR EXAMPLE".

"Least you had a brother," Raven said. Because this was totally now the "my life sucks" olympics. "I didn't find mine until I was at least nine."

Whoa, whoa, whoa there, Raven. Let's not start fights we can't win here.

"You got family. That's the important thing. Most important thing in the world."

Let the world burn to save family kind of thing. SERIOUSLY, DEAN. THIS WASN'T NORMAL OR OKAY.

"Well, yeah, I guess so," Raven said. Honestly, she would ditch her brother lying bleeding from a gun shot wound to the back to go with the murderous guy who got him shot 'cause he was the first one to find her sexually attractive in her natural form. But, yeah, family was pretty important, too. "Didn't do me much good before I was nine, though."

"It's what you make of it." Said the guy who tried so hard to hold his family together despite demonic and angelic crap.

"Golly," Raven said. Her tone was a desert. "That's profound."

"Trust me," Dean said, watching Sam instead. "You don't know until they're all gone."

Oh, cry more, emo kid.

Raven looked over where he was looking and her expression softened. "Is that why you two are team teaching and all? Because your other brother died?"

What? He'd mentioned a dead brother and Sam was clearly fine.

"Anyone mention to you about the whole time travel thing?"

Raven raised one hand. "I'm from 1953."

That would be a yes.

"Sam's at least four years younger than the one I knew."

"So . . . you came back in time after he died to get a younger one?"

"No," Dean said, giving her a confused look. "What? No. I didn't even know he'd be here. He's... really young. And his hair is short. It's weird."

Raven shot another glance at Sam. "His hair is not short."

YOUR ARGUMENT IS INVALID.

"Trust me, for him? This is business appropriate."

HOW DID HE CONVINCE PEOPLE HE WAS AN FBI AGENT?

"Is he a beatnik?" Raven asked.

She predated hippies.

"Dad was a marine, so I think this is his perpetual rebellion." Rapunzel hair.

"Oh! Did he fight the Russians?"

1953. Yep.

OH, SWEET SUMMER CHILD.

Dean just stared at her for a moment. "Sure."

See, if only Grandpa Winchester was around. They could bond over culture shock!

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