A/N: Hello there! Me updating is a sign that my finals are FINALLY over. So, for the rest of this month (and part of June!), I'll be free to write as I please!

OK, before we start:

I want to start off by saying that the idea isn't mine. I got it from a video circling around Tumblr ages ago, also by the same name as my story. The idea of Dean and Cas being FBI partners comes from the video, but the plot of the story is my own work.

Prologue

Bobby Singer sat at his oak desk, filing away old reports and writing up new ones. He was already on his fourth mug of coffee and battling an irritating headache as well as a cramped hand. No one said that being the Director of the FBI's Supernatural Occurrences branch was going to be easy, but he still sometimes cursed himself for being an idjit and taking up the position some fifteen years back.

Just as he set down the report on the nuclear stunt one Demon attempted to pull off last week (they covered it up as a major gas leak), Agent Turner stepped into the Director's office.

"Rufus, tell me it's good news," Bobby greeted with a groan. "What'cha got for me?"

Rufus Turner was Head of Department for the branch's Hunting Division and consequently Bobby's right-hand man. A great field agent back in his day as well as Director Singer's partner, Rufus was offered the position of Head once Bobby became director.

Rufus grimaced slightly before answering, "Got a little bit of both. Really depends how you look at it. Everything's set for Operation Jerusalem. We're expecting them a little before noon."

Bobby let out a relieved sigh. At least that was going according to plan. "Wait, but what's bad news then?"

"I got word from the Training and Human Resources Division. The newest batch of rookies is done with training. Out of the forty we recruited, twenty five passed," Rufus replied.

"Jeez, what is it with the new generations?" Bobby muttered, more to himself than to Rufus. "What about the field agents?"

"I paged every single one of them. All responded and are either back or on their way. I got no answer from the Winchesters, though," Rufus replied.

Great. The single-most important event in the history of the branch was going down in two hours, and Bobby's best agents were AWOL. He sighed. "OK. Thanks, Rufus. Go check on Frank, will 'ya? He's probably having a fit right now. And try to get a hold of the Winchesters again."

Rufus chuckled and replied, "Yes, sir."

When the door softly clicked behind Rufus, Bobby leaned back into his seat, his head buried into the rest behind it.

Where were those two idjits?