AN: since my two fandoms seem to be Supernatural and Leverage, and at the moment I'm stuck on both of my on-going stories, I decided to do a two-shot. First semi-crossover for me, but includes my two favorite canon (is that right?) couples.

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The 30 year old man walked into the Irish bar with a redhead at his side. She came up to about his shoulder with bright green eyes and a pale color. Both their eyes looked as if they'd seen too much in the dark side of the world. Dressed similarly in black shirts, blue jeans, and brown leather jackets, he scoped out the exits and all the people before spotting a booth in the back. His eyes met those of a long haired man who was just a few years older and turned to the red haired girl. "Grab us some beers?"

"Ok, baby." She kissed him lightly before heading to the bar.

"Dean Ross Winchester, what the hell you doing in Boston?" a southern accent thicker than his own asked.

"Son of a - Well, if it isn't Eliot 'I'll beat your ass' Spencer. I could ask you the same thing."

After the two men exchanged a manly hug Eliot faked a punch at the young hunter. "Still got it, huh kid? Good job."

"Of course if you're going to do my job," Dean smirked. Then noticed a small, wild eyed blonde at his friend's side.

"Psst! Eliot, who's this?" She loudly whispered, tugging on his sleeve.

Eliot looked at his companion then back at his old friend. "I used to work for Dean's daddy and... uncle," he told a half-truth. "Ol' Singer still going as you kids' uncle?"

"Hey! I ain't a kid anymore, just hit 30," the hunter laughed as he took a seat towards the doors just like the hitter. "And yes, Bobby's still kicking and family."

The red haired young girl walked over to the table handing him a cold beer. "Here you go, Dean," she smiled and looked at the group. The girl was well beyond years of what she looked like but as of late she still wasn't comfortable in crowds. Whether due to their lives as hunters or her former time in a mental facility before finding out she was an angel...

"Thanks, sweetheart." Then whispered "it's alright, come sit," before she sat next to him. He draped an arm across the back of her shoulders and kissed her again. "Spencer's an old friend. El, this is Anna."

"Anna Milton? The Anna?" Eliot raised a brow at the other couple's chuckles. It sounded so much how Dean had been introduced to his angel.

"That's me," she smiled. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise, ma'am. Heard a lot about you from this boy." He went to tip the brim of his ballcap before realizing it wasn't on his head anymore. "Damnit, Parker!" He turned to his crazy thief and saw said blue hat on her head and one of her grins awaiting him.

"Sorry, El," she blushed. "But can I keep it?"

The hunter and former angel watched as the hitter growled at the thief and she stared back blankly. To anyone else he would have seemed scary but then he smirked and tapped the rim of her - um his hat and almost cracked a smile. "Yes, for now. You're just gon' steal it anyway."

"Yup! I would." Parker then threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek loudly. "Love you Eliot."

"Yeah, yeah, you too, darlin'." He turned and head and muttered, "there's something wrong with her."

Dean and Anna started laughing at that point, the man breaking out in near hysterics. "Well, well if it ain't Big, Tough Eliot Christian Spencer giving in to a girl. She's got you whipped, bro."

"Shut it," he growled. "I hear you ain't much better," he teased. Then turned to Anna, "how long you been with this idiot?" he asked good natured. He was just a few years older than Dean but always felt the need to protect him as Dean had with Sammy.

"Almost a year now. Since that night..." She watched with a smile as he acknowledged what she meant. He knew about the world of hunting and supernatural; his younger brother Lindsey had been in the dark end of magicks but Eliot remained a retrieval specialist. He had met John Winchester some 12 years ago when his brother was killed by a vampire.

"How's John and Sam."

"Sam's doing good, sleepin' a bit in the car right now, had one of his rough nights ya know?" Dean nodded as the hitter did. "Dad um... He uh -" Not finishing his sentence the young hunter just shook his head and looked down.

The couple of thieves watched as Anna squeezed his hand and whispered something. Dean had told Eliot a bit of how Anna knew him before they met last year. When he had heard from Bobby that his friend had died, damn he felt worse than any beating. Then he found out about his resurrection when Dean dug himself out and was looking for his little brother.

Parker spoke up, not liking the tension. "So Eliot tells us you're good at pool!"

He looked towards the back at the table that'd been set up a few weeks ago. "Yup been playin' since I was old enough to feed Sammy. He been teaching you?"

"Yeah but I still don't get why you'd want to put balls on a rack."

Dean and Anna both threw puzzled looks and Eliot just shook his head. "So, Winchester, you wan' play a few?"

He looked at Anna who nodded that she'd be fine before he kissed her cheek and got up. "Show me what you got, Spencer. I bet you're getting rusty in your old age."

The hitter just laughed and led the way. A few turns into the game he heard his girlfriend speak up. "Ooo Eliot, Nate and Hardison are back."

"I guess they got Sophie to her part of the job ok."

Dean smiled and looked to the door. Anna watched though as it faded and ice seemed to take over her boyfriend's body. She shot to his side as he dropped the pool stick.

Dean felt the color drain from his face and his heart raced. There in front of them was and older man with black curly hair about his dad's age. Nate, he'd heard about him. But he wasn't the problem. The black man next to him was; he was dressed differently but he was sure it was him.

Jake Talley...