Sam stepped forward, his tone calm and measured. "Name's Sam Winchester."
Dean smirked and added in his usual confident, straightforward way, "Dean Winchester."
Dean gave Aleksander a firm handshake, while Sam nodded respectfully, both keeping the casual but sharp mannerisms fans of the show would recognize.
Aleksander, quiet but observant, recognized them immediately—though he wasn't completely sure at first.
After a moment, he realized they were indeed Sam and Dean Winchester from the old Supernatural show. It had been decades since he'd watched, so only fragments remained clear in his memory.Leaning in, Aleksander whispered, "You're not detectives."
Both brothers froze, surprised. Aleksander continued softly, "I've heard about John Winchester and his hunting escapades. The Winchester name is quite famous among the Outcasts."
Inside, he knew he was bluffing. He hadn't actually heard about John Winchester himself, but he was well aware of hunters—their reputation, their role dealing with the supernatural. The Winchester name was famous enough among the Outcasts to guess their identity without revealing everything he truly knew.
At that moment, Sam and Dean understood who these kids really were—Outcasts. Though they themselves were hunters, their disdain was reserved mainly for dangerous creatures and demons, not all Outcasts.
Aleksander stepped forward and introduced himself clearly, "Aleksander Morozova."
He gestured toward Wednesday, who spoke with her usual deadpan tone, "Wednesday Addams."
Then he nodded toward Enid, who smiled warmly. "Enid Sinclair."
Dean and Sam exchanged slight smiles, acknowledging the introductions.As Aleksander moved toward Zack's front door, Dean leaned in and muttered quietly, "Morozova family—I heard about them from Dad. They're almost like royalty among the Outcasts. Powerful and influential."
Aleksander, Wednesday, and Enid entered Zack Warren's house alongside Sam and Dean. The living room was a grim sight—furniture stained with blood, walls smeared in dark red streaks. Outside, Rebecca and Will stayed on the porch steps.
Sam glanced around at the bloodied scene. "Bec, you wanna wait outside?"
Rebecca shook her head firmly. "No. I want to help." She slipped under the police tape and stepped inside.Will followed her lead. "Yeah, I can't just stand here either."
Sam turned to Rebecca. "Tell us what else the police said."
Tears welled as Rebecca spoke, voice shaky. "There's no sign of a break-in. They say Emily must have let her attacker in. The lawyers are already talking plea bargain." She glanced around the blood-soaked room, choking back a sob. "Oh God…"
Dean looked to Will, who added, "My brother's case is similar. He was mugged a week before his murder. From what Aleksander told me, it's the work of a shapeshifter. So whoever broke into Zack's house has to be the same shapeshifter."
Sam frowned, puzzled. "Two murders with the same pattern. Clues point to shapeshifters, but the police are trying to pin it on Mark Farrell and Zack."
Aleksander stepped forward. "That's because Mark had a personal feud with the sheriff. The sheriff's using the case to get back at him. He's trying to make it look like the cases aren't connected, but even an idiot can see there's a link."
Sam and Dean exchanged looks, understanding now the sheriff's vendetta was driving the push.
Dean asked, "What happened between them?"
Will sighed, tension heavy in his voice. "Sheriff Polkin was molesting a girl. Mark saw it and tried to stop him. They fought. The story got out—Polkin was suspended for a while, and his fiancée left him. He's been isolated ever since. Now he's using this case to get revenge on my brother."
Enid spoke up, her voice thoughtful. "Aleksander thinks the shapeshifter is a demonic type, since it needed physical contact or DNA from Mark and Zack to change form."
Dean frowned slightly, puzzled. "Demonic?"
Enid nodded. "There are two kinds—demonic shapeshifters, which require something like physical contact, blood, or personal items to transform. When it transforms it sheds skin, nail and tooth. Then there are non-demonic ones, who can change shape more easily, but they don't."
Dean looked over at Sam, who nodded in agreement. Dean said, "Looks like we only ran into the demonic ones so far."
Dean stepped toward the open front door and immediately heard a loud barking. He looked down to see the neighbor's dog, frantic and aggressive.
Rebecca came up behind him. "You know, that used to be the sweetest dog."
Dean frowned. "What happened?"
Rebecca sighed. "He just… changed."
Dean pressed, "Do you remember when he changed?"
"Around the time of the murder, I guess," Rebecca replied quietly.
Enid muttered, "Dogs have an incredible sense of smell. He must have realized that Zack—the one he's seeing—wasn't the real Zack but a shapeshifter."
Wednesday turned to Enid with a curious look. "Enid, is there any chance you can communicate with that dog?"
Enid bristled, clearly offended. "I'm offended. Just because I'm a werewolf doesn't mean I understand canine language."
Wednesday fixed her with a steady stare.
Enid sighed, then softened her tone. "Okay, I don't speak their language perfectly. But I can read their body language, howls, growls, and subtle signals."
Enid crouched down, eyes fixed on the dog's restless movements and sharp howls. Quietly, almost to herself, she said, "He saw something. The way he's reacting—the man who killed Emily… he looked just like Zack. But he wasn't him."
Wednesday deadpanned, "Even the dog gets it."
Aleksander chuckled hearing it.
While Rebecca walked over just then. Dean turned to her and asked, "So, the tape—the security footage. You think maybe your lawyers could get their hands on it? 'Cause I don't have that kind of jurisdiction."
Rebecca nodded. "I've already got it. Didn't want to say anything in front of the cops—I stole it off the lawyer's desk. I had to see it for myself."
Dean laughed, shaking his head. Together, they all headed inside to watch the videos.