Son of a bitch. [Dan was still awake, because his circadian rhythm gravitates towards nocturnal, but he somehow still looks like he just rolled out of bed.] I've dealt with those motherfuckers before. We got a babadon't on our hands.

Washburn's right - they're seamless shapeshifters, and they absorb people's memories and personalities almost totally. Almost totally. They're angry spirits that eat souls. And I got no idea how we'll kill it aside from setting it on fire, which we obviously don't want to just start doing willy-nilly to anyone we suspect.