UNDERWRITTEN

Part 20

An: This story is going to have to do with the Winchesters, The Men of Letters and the bunker. As is the case with most of my stories ( crossovers and regular) canon and chronology of events mean little to me. I bend them to fit my purposes. So, just expect more of that from this story.

Neal grinned as he sat down in his seat and put on his seat belt. "I can't believe the FBI approved your field trip."

Peter rolled his eyes as he dropped into the seat beside Neal. "There is so much wrong with that statement. Where do I begin?"

Neal just grinned as he pulled the shade up on the window and looked out.

"You okay back there, Jones?" Neal asked.

"Better." Jones said, his voice muffled as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve. His stomach seemed to have settled a little since their turbulent take off.

Jones and Diana had taken the row behind Peter and Neal. Diana had let Jones take the aisle seat, just in case he needed to go answer his tummy troubles. She had also given him her airsickness bag. She had been flying since she was a child. She didn't get airsick.

"Take that orange pill I gave you. You should be fine." Peter said. Then Jones remembered. He had dropped the pill into his jacket pocket. He retrieved his jacket from the overhead compartment, popped the pill and put the jacket back.

Diana looked at the FBI file made for the trip. "There is a painting out there worth…how much again?"

"50 million." Neal said. His eyes almost glazed over when he said it.

"Are you drooling?" Diana asked as she chuckled.

Neal wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He had never, ever had that much money, at one time, counting Nazi U-boat treasure.

Peter looked at his C.I. and scowled. "I knew I should have left you at home."

"I don't want the painting, Peter." Neal stated.

Peter glared at Neal. "I know you don't want the painting. You never want the painting. But, you do want the money."

Neal nodded. "I could…."

Peter shook his head. "No, you couldn't! Whatever it is, no you couldn't!" He paused. "We are still here to do a job. You may be off anklet while we are in Kansas. You cannot run! Do you understand me!? You can not run! If you do, we are in trouble, Neal. ALL of us."

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"If Neal wasn't on anklet. He would be perfect for this." Dean mused, looking for their latest case and thinking he had found it.

"Perfect for what?" Sam said to the newspaper hiding Dean's face as he entered the kitchen.

Dean put the paper down and wrinkled his nose. "Dude, you will never eat a burrito in here again! The exhaust system cannot take your…backfires."

Sammy kept his back to his brother, laughing as he continued to make his coffee.

"It is NOT funny! Dean insisted. "You know how hard it is to sleep in a gas mask?"

Sammy howled laughing at that. He turned and then sat at the table. Finally, when he was he was able to stop chuckling. "What would Neal be perfect for?"

"Oh…yeah." Dean opened the paper again and showed Sam the article. "This painting is worth like, 50 million and it's on display here in Kansas at the…oh, close to home, the Lawrence Art Center."

"Really? Something like that, coming here? It's not like we're New York or Manhattan or something."

Dean thought for a moment. "Maybe somebody in Kansas owns it and this is the last showing before it goes back in the vault."

Sam leaned back in his chair, thinking out loud. "Who here has movie-star money?"

Dean's phone rang and he snatched it up. "Hello!"

Sam hear listened as Dean talked.

"Yeah, we can come get you."

"Okay, yeah." Dean said, a confused look on his face.

"What?"

"White Collar comes to Kansas." Dean muttered, just loud enough for Sam to hear.

"What? What about White Collar?" Sam asked.

Dean grabbed his keys and jacket and started up the stairs. Sam followed his brother.

"Where are we going?" Sam said grabbing his jacket also.

"Neal Caffrey needs and ride from the airport." Dean stated as they went up the stairs. "Neal, Peter, Jones and Diana are in Kansas."

"Why?!" Sam was very shocked and bewildered.

"No clue, Sammy." The elder brother said as he opened the car door and climbed in. "But, I guess we'll find out soon."

"What does…What does Neal know about the bunker?" Sam asked. "What did you tell him?"

Dean looked at his brother, understanding what he meant. "I told him we were Men of Letters, proteges. I told him what Men of Letters were. But, I didn't go into details. I told him about Henry. Not about him coming through our closet or anything. But, I told him we found out Henry was one. And he had expected John to be one, and then for use to follow John." He looked at Sam. "What have you told him?"

"Pretty much the same thing."

"Good." Dean said.

"Then why does this feel bad? Something feels wrong." Sam said as they hurried to the airport.

At this same moment, almost 15 miles away, Sam and Dean Winchester were sitting on the airport coffee shop waiting and watching for the Winchesters' guests. They looked around the room. And if anybody had been actually looking at the monitors they would have seen several instances of retinal flare.

TBC