Meanwhile, a passing cop too-casually eyes the chains on the bank's front doors and hand-signals about eight other policemen into position out on the street. DUN!
Downstairs, Fat Ronald hustles a half-dozen hostages plus The Ginormotron into the vault, which Dean somewhat reluctantly locks. None of the hostages present, I should note, is the bank manager, but who knows what foul, fiendish deeds the shape-shifter perpetrated while Dean was making his deal with Fat Ronald? "And," Raoul hastens to note, having abandoned his knitting for the remainder of tonight's presentation, as we've by now entered the really good part of the hour, "Lord knows we've got all of those other escapees scurrying around the upper floors. Suspects everywhere! Hooray!" Indeed. This is getting exciting. In any event, a tall blonde teller gazes adoringly at El Deano as the latter takes a moment before shutting the vault to assure the hostages that everything'll be okay. "Who is that man?" she breathes, all dreamy and fangirl-like. "My brother," Sam frowns. "He is so brave!" she coos. Sam just rolls his eyes heavenwards. Hee.
Upstairs, Dean and Fat Ronald scour the bank's offices for the manager. Dean's taken the time to strip off the coveralls, by the way, and is now sporting that flannel shirt we saw him in at the top of the hour. As Dean bangs further through the office into a room marked "PRIVATE," Fat Ronald pulls a little amateur SWAT-fu to angle around a desk and...flop flat on his back after slipping on something! The camera shoots up to an overhead so we all might note Fat Ronald's fallen into a slimy pile of shape-shifter droppings. "Wheeeee!" shrieks Raoul, simply giddy with delight. "It's not gore, per se, but it is most gratifyingly gruesome nonetheless!" Abso-friggin'-lutely. Dean takes a moment to disabuse Fat Roland of his mandroid notion and get him up to speed on the shape-shifters' true attributes -- among them their "human drives, in this case for money," their susceptibility to silver, and the fact that they don't always slaughter their latest inspirations before assuming said inspirations' forms. Dean then points out that, as the shape-shifter's shed its previous skin, they have no idea who it could be anymore. "Come on, Ronald!" Dean calls out after he's snatched up a handy silver letter opener from the desk and heads off towards another office. Fat Ronald glances down at the gooey mess on the carpeting once more before skittering over to follow, and right before he shuts the door behind him, he gets this awesomely elated grin on his face, as if he's suddenly realized that everything that's actually happening is a thousand times more cool than anything he'd ever dream up in his Den Of Crazy. Aw. I might have to drop the "Fat" bit from his name after that. "Pity he's not long for this..." Raoul! Silence! Spoiler! "Hee! Ooops!"