Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural and its Characters thereof.

Warning: Wincest but unrelated, violence, graphic sex and language, lots of sex with the boys. Also violent acts might be depicted, since they are fighting the Supernatural still in this one, so they may go a little too far sometimes.

Plot:

Okay, here's the idea I got for this story. I was watching 'The Unit' the other day and also thinking of that MI5 show on PBS. Then I got an idea. What if there was a Supernatural Version? Made up of Supernatural beings headed by Bobby (cause I love him so much, such a cool old coot) and they fought the Supernatural stuff still, but in secret, like they did in those shows. They do the Supernatural cases and have cover stories, act like civilians until they are called by Bobby.

Then, of course, I added my favorite topic, Wincest but not related, made a few changes in the others and their relationships to each other, then created my own agency for them.

Voila! HSP Agency, the Hunters of the Supernatural and the Paranormal was born.

Sure it's Wincest, and if you don't like this stuff, please don't read it but its really good once you adjust to that part. I also intend to make this a multi-chapter and give them missions. This is my first chapter, a lead in to a really cool mission for them all.

So if you're okay with the Wincest, please give it a try?

I love the plot behind it so far!

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The Agency was small, but well-funded. The HSP. The Hunters of the Supernatural and Paranormal. Technically a branch of the CIA but not really. Mostly private unto itself.

They were called in for the weird stuff. Consultants usually. FBI used them, NSA, sometimes Staties, local cops, those kinds of things. Basically their Captain sent them. Head of the HSP.

Captain Robert Singer. He took the cake when it came to Hunting and used to be a Fed himself.

His officers were few.

Agents they were called. Hunters was what he called them. They had badges and top level clearance, even higher than most CIA.

His officers were: Dean and Samuel Winchester, not related but married, werewolves and Ulfric and Mate; John Winchester, father to Sam, also a Werewolf; Rufus Turner, Shape Shifter; Ellen and Jo Harvelle, sisters, and Half-Vampires; and Jodie Mills, former sheriff, a Fey, recruited by Bobby himself. All were specially trained and used only for Supernatural stuff. No regular cases, ever. They didn't work the human cases; that was the rule. If it turned out it was human, they were gone. Not their place, it was given back to the agency they were working with. Orders from above, not quite higher than God, but pretty damn close!

Very few had their number and even fewer had the codes required to get through to them. Double-tight secure line. So they didn't get called in often, just lived as civilians until activated again, even if they were in the middle of sex, they went when called. Like the good dogs they were.

The very highly trained and dangerous dogs they really were.

Like I said, Private.

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Dean kissed Sam and pushed him into the wall, chuckling. "I shot better than you. So I win the bet. You have to do what I say now, be my slave for the night. So just try to say it, Sammy. Master, call me Master." Sam let his hands touch the collar on his neck and smiled, knowing they would enjoy this game.

"Master." Sam said seductively. "What would you have me do, Master?" Dean's hand was undoing his slacks and locking the door to the shooting range. Now his dick was free and he tugged on the leash, pulling the spikes on the inside of the collar to poke into Sam's neck a little, making it hurt. Sam moaned. He liked pain, kinky man that he was. When he was close enough, Dean ordered, "Suck me, Slave, until I tell you to stop. Then I'll whip you the way you like me to."

Sam got hard at the thought. Dean laughed, he knew he would. Now Sam took him in his mouth and closed his eyes. "Open them, Slave. Let me see your sexy eyes, Sammy." Sam kept them open and sucked him softly first, using the head first then moving down, using his tongue and lips to work the man slowly, the way he liked it. He lightly sucked at first then got harder, hollowing out his cheeks and looking up at Dean while he did it.

His eyes slid to the leash and Dean took the hint, grinning as he moaned in pleasure, tugging on it hard and making the spikes dig in Sam's sensitive skin. Sam almost came from it but kept sucking him, eyes on Dean's, pupils blown with lust as he pulled him closer to cum.

"Sammy, Slave…so good…don't stop…fuck, baby…yeah…drink it…drink it all!" Dean ordered and Sam took him deep in his throat, smiling widely around him, "Such a good Cum slave, Sammy." Dean moaned fondly as he came with a groan and a loud moan, eyes on Sam's the whole time. Then Sam sat there looking up at him when he was done and waited orders.

"On all fours, Slave, open for me." Dean ordered, pouring the lube on his now hard again dick, the sight of Sam so willing to serve him making him this way. Sam removed his pants and got on all fours, Dean poured lube on his hole and Sam used his own fingers to work himself open for him. When he was ready, Dean pushed in and whispered in his lover's ear, "No cumming until I say you can, Slave." Sam nodded happily as Dean kissed him softly, smiling. "Love your ass, baby."

Sam moaned as Dean fucked him slow then fast, taking them both deeper into the pleasure that only they could bring out in each other. "Tell me how I feel inside you. Speak, Slave." Dean moaned, "Fuck…so tight…Sammy…love…wow…love fucking you! Tell me how I feel in you!" Dean needed to hear this.

"You feel…so good…so huge inside me…fuck me…so hard!...you make it hurt…love that…fuck me harder…baby….please!" Sam moaned and Dean did it, harder and rougher, making him cum repeatedly while Sam couldn't until told to. He was trained not to when playing Submissive. Otherwise he would have already. Sam didn't need a ring, he just needed to be told he could cum, it was what slaves did. Dean fucked him again and again, and still Sam didn't cum, but damn didn't he need to! "Please, Master, let me cum!"

Dean pulled the leash until it really hurt his neck. Then pulled out of him and pulled him to stand in front of him. Keeping the leash tight, Dean knelt in front of him now. "Cum for me, Slave. Make me drink it all." Dean sucked him now and stopped for a minute, "Cum now, slave!" Dean put his dick back in his mouth and sucked him hard, making Sam lose it now. His hands tangling hard into Dean's hair and impaling him painfully onto him and came shouting over and over as he came, multiple times, and Dean drank them all.

Then he stood up and removed the leash and collar. He stuck it in their go bag. And kissed Sam gently into the wall, bodies touching lovingly now. "I love you, Sammy. Mine, you're all Mine!" But kissed him softly again, "No one touches you but me, Sammy."

"I love you, too, Dean. You're mine, too. All Mine! No one touches you but me either." Sam said and Dean nodded smiling. "No one but you, baby." Dean reassured him. They dressed again and left to their car, a black Impala. Sam's Dad had given it to them on their last anniversary. They were married. They were Werewolves, Ulfric and Mate, they were Pack. They were also secret Hunters for a government agency.

As they pulled into a restaurant, their pagers went off. It was Captain Singer. They sighed and drove back out, driving to their Nest. The code name for their Headquarters here in New York.

It was a short trip and they parked in the hidden parking lot. Then took the elevator up and used their code to enter the employment agency that was a front for the HSP. They showed their ID's and went back past the guards posted there. Then they went to the meeting room and saw the others there.

"Dad." Sam said sitting by his father. "How'd the trip go?" John had been on a job in New Orleans with Jo.

"Good, it was a Vampire. Got it though." John responded smiling. His dark eyes sparkled with humor and his gray and black hair was still messed up. "Just got back when the boss paged us."

"Ellen, you still coming to our anniversary party this weekend, right? You, too, Jodie." Sam asked and they nodded. It was their wedding anniversary coming up, everyone was invited.

"Of course, got the gifts already." Ellen chuckled and Jodie smiled, "Me, too." She said.

"You have any idea what is going on?" Dean asked and the others shrugged.

"Not a clue." Ellen answered for them. "He paged, I came. You know the drill."

They all nodded and waited for their boss to show himself.

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"Hi, all, sorry for the wait. I had to wait for someone. Oh, here she is." He smiled and shook her hand, turning her to meet them. "This is Missouri Mosely, psychic. She just joined our ranks today. Have a seat, Agent Mosely. You can sit in on the briefing. Then get your go bag and leave with us."

She sat by Dean and shook his hand smiling before turning to face the Captain again.

They were each tossed files and they immediately opened them. A slideshow of pictures shone on the screen next to Captain Singer. All couples, all missing. Same stretch of road.

"Their tire tracks just end at the same place, guys. They vanished, cars and all. I suspect a rift or poltergeist is doing it. Maybe Pagan gods, there have been quite a few of those lately, could account for the every thirty day killing pattern. We need to check all angles on this one. They all disappeared on the 28th of every month. Too regular for werewolves." Bobby paused then smiled kindly at the boys and John. "I know. You boys don't do that. You're Alphas, not tied to the moon and such. I know that."

Sure, the boys were werewolves. Born that way. John was too. All born Alphas, all chose human lives. Bobby had saved them from those trying to kill them, and took them in, got them to work for him. They were good men, good agents. Just had a furry side sometimes. Sam was Dean's Mate. So they were always paired on cases. Their pack guarded the Nest. The guards were their wolves, all under their control. Dean was the Ulfric. John the second under him. Jo and Ellen were vampires, or born half vamp, Mom had been human, father vampiric. Both parent killed by vigilantes when they were small. Her and Ellen both had been alone most of their lives until Bobby took them in and raised them. They had no vamp weaknesses but all their strengths and powers, too. Jodie was a, well, the technical term was Balleri, but that mostly meant she was Fey, faery folk. Strong in the Old Magic, the White as she called it.

Three werewolves, two half-vampires, a fey, and a psychic, and one shape shifter. All his to command. Rufus was a shape shifter but a good one, not an evil bone in his body. Just wanted to fight the evil ones. Bobby himself was human, the only one in the room, but none of them held that against him.

"I think we all should take different approaches. Sam and Dean, you take the pagan god angle. Jo, Ellen, Rufus, you take the Poltergeist. Missouri and Jodi, you check out the rift. See if you can get a read on it; see if it's a witch or sorcerer doing it." Bobby said and sighed. "When we know for sure, we'll join forces and kill the fucker. Save who we can."

"Want us to all go now or in turns?" Sam asked and the others waited for the answer. All together or in teams. It was up to Bobby. Bobby thought about it. "What agency we saying we are with for this one?" He needed to know which ID to use on this mission.

"In turns, leave an hour apart." Bobby decided then added, "FBI, we got clearance and they will vouch for you. But report to me, before you report to them. I'll tell you what you can tell them and what to keep to ourselves." Civilian agencies didn't need to know everything. Bobby decided what they were told. Fuck them if they didn't like it. Most of the information ended up 'Classified' anyway.

"You still coming to the party, Boss?" Dean asked and Bobby smiled nodding. Along with the entire Pack, the whole team was invited. It was going to be a blow out; if they didn't have to postpone it for this case, of course.

"Of course." Bobby reassured them. Marriage, ugh. Good for them but not for him. He was considering Ellen for a date but not beyond that yet. "Head out, let's get this done. We don't have much time on this one."

Everyone grabbed their go bags and headed out, hurrying past the wolves and the receptionists, and out to their cars. Bobby rubbed a temple as he looked at the file again.

Hoping they got this solved in time.

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A Hunt is coming up and it's going to be hard for our new supernatural crew.

Let me know what you think.

This will be a multi-chapter.