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Dean sat down on the bed in their motel room. Sam was sitting at the table on his laptop, looking for a case. A black SUV with an eagle logo on the front door pulled up in front of their room. Two guys in suits and one lady in a tight one piece jumper got out.
Sam looked up,"Dean."
Dean looked up and saw the men approach the door. He nodded to Sam. They both got up, loaded their guns and readied them and waited by the door. They heard an knock. Nether brother did anything. A moment later the lady kicked the door down. She walked into the room, her gun raised, the two men followed. The taller man shot Sam. He fell to the ground heavily.
"Hey!" Dean shouted and shot at the man, grazing his shoulder. The man shot back and hit Dean. Everything went black.
* three hours earlier...on the Bus*
Phil debriefed the team on their next mission. "We need help on our case. And these guys," he slid pictures of Sam and Dean Winchester, "are the best at what they do."
"And what is that?" Skye asked.
"Hunt things that go bump in the night." Phil replied.
"So what's the plan?" Ward asked
"We find them, and bring them in." Said Phil looking at Skye. "We need you to locate them first."
Skye nodded.
"Here's a list of known alias'." Phil handed her a clipboard, "They were last seen in Chicago."
*Twenty minutes later...*
"Found them." Skye said walking into Phil's office, May and Ward were already there. "They are at a motel in Yankton, Nebraska."
Phil nodded to the other agents and they left.
"Can I ask, sir, why I had to track them?" Skye asked, "Why not just call? Or something?"
"Because they don't want to be found. I'm actually surprised you found them so fast." He said, "to answer your other question, we don't want them to know we're coming."
"What? Why?" She asked.
"Because we are going in to retrieve them." Phil replied.
"Wait, like knocking them out and dragging them here?" Her eyes wide.
"Something like that."
*Three hours later...in the Winchester's motel room.*
May and Ward cuffed and dragged Sam and Dean into the SUV then packed up everything in the motel room. Phil moved all the stuff into Dean's black '67 Chevy Impala. May drove the SUV back to the Bus with Ward and the Winchesters, while Phil drove the Impala.
*Thirty minutes...in the Bus' containment cell*
Dean stirred awake. He looked around. He and Sam were sitting on the floor on a thin mattress' across from each other in a small room.
"Dean." Sam said, relived his brother was awake.
"Sam, you OK?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. You?"
"I'm good. What'd they hit us with?"
"Don't know, some sort of tranquilizer, I think."
Dean nodded. They jostled around.
"Shit. We're on a plane aren't we?" Dean tensed, "We are on a freaking plane."
"Yeah, sorry." Sam said casually.
The plane moved again. "Dammit!" Dean tried to resettle himself. He discovered his hands cuffed to a pole behind him. He rolled his eyes, still very tense.
*Same time...at the command center on the Bus*
Skye and Simmons stood around the monitor watching the Winchesters. They watched as the boys as they woke up and started talking to each other.
"So, why are they here, again?" Jemma asked.
"Coulson thinks they can help us with our case." Skye answered.
On the monitor, Phil walked into the cell. May followed.
Fitz walked in followed by Ward, his left arm in a sling.
"Hey," Skye greeted them, "How's your arm?"
"Better," Ward answered. He and Fitz watched the screen.
*Same time...containment cell on the Bus*
The shorter man from the motel room walked into the room. Dean and Sam watched him as he stood near the door and the lady walked in behind him and stood right in front of the door. The door closed behind them.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen. I'm Agent Coulson, from S.H.I.E.L.D., this is Agent May." The man said. "Sorry for bringing you in this way."
"What's S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Sam asked.
"Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division." Agent Coulson answered.
Dean raised his eyebrows, "Never heard of it."
"Sorry to hear it." Coulson said, "Now to the point." The plane bumped. Dean sucked in a short breath. The Agent continued. "My team needs you help."
"So why do we feel like prisoners?" Dean said snarkily.
Agent Coulson answered "Because you are." Sam gave Dean a frustrated look. "We are under orders to keep you two on a tight leash." He sighed, "Not my choice."
"What do you need with us?" Sam asked.
"Rumor has it you boys are the best at what you do. We could use someone of your occupation on a case of ours." Coulson explained.
The plane moved again, Dean tensed, "sonofabitch." He said under his breath.
"If we help you, will you put this damn plane on the ground?" He asked earning a shocked face from Sam.
"Dean," Sam hissed.
Agent Coulson smiled, "of course." He nodded and he and the other agent left.
*Same time...command center*
Skye, Ward and FitzSimmons watched the interview. Phil came in afterward.
"We're landing. You might want to get settled." He said the left.
They all moved to a seat somewhere on the plane. Skye lingered around a little longer, watching the brothers.
*Same time...Containment cell*
After the door closed Sam looked at Dean, "What the hell was that?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Dean replied. The plane started going down. "Oh God." He added under his breath.
"See? That." Sam said, "You are so scared by the plane that your not thinking straight."
"I've got this all under con-" the plane dropped a little, "Jesus." Sam gave Dean a look. "I have a plan." He paused.
"Care to share with the class, Dean?"
"Sure." Dean replied, "I want to see what these 'Shield' people think we can help with."
"Yeah." Sam agreed.
*Ten minutes later...*
Coulson and May walked back into the room.
"We've landed." Coulson informed the boys.
Dean let out a long held sigh and nodded.
"Now about our case."
*Same time...command center*
Skye walked back to the screen. She tapped a few keys before audio came back on.
"Now about our case." Phil said. "Will you help us?"
"Really?" The shorter hair guy, Dean, said, "You freaking break into our room and kidnap us and now, now your asking?" He shook his head, "unbelievable."
"Will you help or not?" Phil's voice reached a sterner level than Skye had seen before.
"How about not?" Dean answered.
Phil pulled out a gun, Skye's eyes widened and her jaw dropped slightly. He pointed it at Dean's head. Sam paled a bit. Dean chuckled.
"Go ahead." He smiled. "Pull the damn trigger."
Phil moved the gun to Sam and squeezed the trigger. The bullet grazed Sam's shoulder and he groaned. Dean looked on in horror. "Sam!" He called out. The look quickly changed to anger.
"The hell is wrong with you?!" He yelled at Phil.
"That was for my agent. Holler if you want to change you mind." May and Phil left the room.
"Hey! Hey!" Dean called after them then turned his attention to Sam, "Sam? Sammy!"
"M'good." Sam said back in pain, "grazed my shoulder."
Dean heaved a sigh of relief.
Skye looked horrified. Phil walked in and muted the recording
"You shouldn't have watched that." He said coolly.
"You just shot that guy." Skye pointed to the screen.
"I did what was necessary."
"You didn't need to shoot him."
"He'll be fine. And we'll get the help we need from them."
He turned to leave then turned back, "don't go in there."
"But he's hurt."
"And the other one is pissed." He said, "for your own safety, Skye, stay out of there."
She frowned and turned back to the screen, thinking about what he said. She un-muted the feed and watched.
Dean pulled a pen out of his back pocket. He quickly disassembled it behind his back and held on to the ink cartridge. He attempted to pick the lock on his handcuffs. He tried for several minutes to no avail. He looked up at Sam. The younger Winchester was losing blood. Dean worked harder on the cuffs, but nothing worked.
He sighed and looked around the room. He spotted a camera on the wall opposite the door. He looked right at it. "Hey! Common. He's hurt. He's losing blood." He looked at his brother. "Son of a bitch, Coulson, get your ass in here! We will help you with your damn case. Just." He glanced at Sam again. "Just help Sammy."
Skye was a little surprised at Dean's change in demeanor. He went from an angry, prisoner just trying to get free, to a caring older brother who was desperate to help his brother. She turned back to Phil.
"Now go," He told her.
She raced toward the lab. "Which one of you can fix a bullet wound?" She asked FitzSimmons. Simmons raised her hand slowly. "Great. I need you help."
*Same time...containment cell*
The door opened and Coulson walked in.
"Listen, dick, here's the deal. You fix Sam, we help you, then you let us go." Dean said.
"How do I know your really going to help us?" Coulson responded.
"Because I said so."
"I need something solid."
Dean growled, "I swear."
Coulson's face relaxed, "good." He turned and left.
"Hey. Hey!" Dean called after him. "Son of a bitch!"
A moment later two girls, one of which Dean hadn't seen before rushed in. She had a bag.
"What the, How the Hell...?" one girl said in a British accent.
"Coulson." The girl replied.
They knelt next to Sam who was getting pale. He flinched away.
"Dean," he groaned.
"Right here Sammy." Dean replied, still working on his restraints.
The girls glanced warily at him, as if he might kill them on the spot. The British girl went back to work on Sam. Sam groaned at he poured alcohol onto the injury. Dean chuckled slightly. Sam looked over to him silently telling him shut up. The British girl started sewing up the wound and bandaged it. Sam grimaced. The other girl kept saying something Dean couldn't quite make out, but it sounded like 'sorry' or 'I'm so sorry'.
"You are such a girl, Sammy." Dean chuckled after he was done.
"Shut up Dean. It hurt." Sam replied as the British girl packed up her medic bag.
"Ha, ha." Dean smirked. The looked at the girls, "thanks." He heard a click behind his back. He smiled. The two left and he pulled his hands out from behind his back reveling the cuffs unlocked. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Took you long enough." He said.
"Shut up."
"Get these off me Jerk."
"Bitch." Dean knelt behind his brother and picked the cuffs, much faster than his own. Then he examined the wound. "Eh, not bad." He said commending the British girl.
The door opened again. Dean and Sam looked over and stopped making noise. Coulson walked in.
"We completed our part of the deal. Your turn." He said, completely dismissing the fact that nether were in their original spots. "Come with me, please." Dean stood and helped Sam up. They glanced at each other and followed.
Coulson led them into a small room with a lot of screens. In the room were the guy and girl that fixed Sam up, May, and the taller guy from the motel room, who Dean shot, and one more girl they hadn't met before. They all looked at the boys as they walked in. Dean smiled awkwardly then turned his attention to Coulson.
"Guys, Dean and Sam Winchester. They are going to help on our case." Coulson said. "Agent Ward, you've met Agent May, Fitz, Simmons and Skye." He pointed at each member of the team as he introduced them.
"Hey." Dean said.
"So the case?" Sam asked, getting to the piont.
"About two weeks ago, Director Smitt, from the secret service went missing. Three days later he showed up again." Phil started. "He has been acting strangely. We were assigned to check it out. The found this recording." He nodded to Skye she hit a button and played a video it showed Smitt on the news discussing something. He looked right at the camera and his eyes glowed silver. Sam and Dean shared a look. "We think," Coulson continued, "that something happened to him while he was gone."
"That's not Shmit or whatever." Dean said.
"The silver eyes indicate that that is a shape shifter." Sam explained.
"Like a person who can change what they look like?" Simmons said in a British accent.
"More like a monster from Purgatory that can change what they look like by pealing off one layer of skin to reveal another." Sam told her.
"That's not possible. Purgatory isn't a real place." She argued.
Dean chuckled, "you just keep telling yourself that, sweetheart."
"So what do we do about it?" Skye asked.
"You kill it. With silver bullets." Dean said simply.
"Why are we listening to this guy?" Ward asked. Dean looked at him and they locked eyes.
"Because they are the best at what they do." Coulson responded.
"I don't trust them. You know what happened in St. Lewis."
"Oh, common." Dean said, "That was the same thing your dealing with here."
"A shape shifter, sir? This is ridiculous."
"Actually, it makes sense." Phil said.
Ward looked away and shook his head. "These people are criminals. We cant trust them."
"Wait, what?" Skye spoke up. "Sir?" She sent Coulson a questioning glance.
"We will discuss this later." He said, "Right now, we have a mission to complete. We need all the help we can get."
Ward and Skye looked down and away.
Coulson turned his attention back to the Winchesters. "Is there any chance Director Smitt is still alive."
"Well, yeah," Sam said, "the shifter needs it's victim alive in order to access their memories."
"Good, we need to find him." Phil told them.
"OK," Sam stepped in front of the screen table. "May I?" Phil nodded. "What city was he taken from?"
"D.C." Coulson replied.
"Kay," Sam said working over the computer, "shifters live underground. Where was the last place anyone saw Smitt?"
Skye leaned up next to him, "here." She pointed at a spot on the map he pulled up.
"Kay," he typed a few things, "good news and bad news."
"What's the good news?" Coulson asked.
"There is a sewer system right under where he was taken." Sam said.
"And the bad news?" Dean asked.
"The system runs under the whole city. He could be anywhere." Sam replied grimly.
"We can send a team in." Ward said.
"You'd need to arm them with silver bullets." Dean told him.
"Done." Phil said, "what else?"
"You should get to the shifter soon." Dean added.
"We'll go now. May." Coulson said and May turned to leave.
"Whoa, whoa." Dean said. "We had a deal. We help you, you let us go."
"Fine." Phil said, "But we'll be sure to give your location to the FBI."
"You son of a bitch." Dean shook his head, "we had a deal."
"Yes, we help Sam, you help us, nothing beyond that."
Dean took a step toward the older man. May stepped between them. Sam grabbed Dean's shoulder. Dean turned away shaking his head.
"Right then." Simmons spoke up, breaking the silence. "I should probably get started on you bullets." She smiled and nudged Fitz.
"Eh, yeah." He said, following Simmons out of the command center.
"May, Ward, please escort the Winchester's back to the containment cell." Coulson said.
They nodded and guided the boys back to their cell. Ward had his arm in a sling. With pretty much the exact same injury, Sam was fine.
"What's with the sling?" Dean asked, Sam gave him a look. "Just asking."
"You shot me." Ward replied.
"I grazed you."
"You still shot me."
"Yeah, sorry bout that."
"Then how come I'm not convinced."
There was a pause.
"I missed on purpose," Dean said.
"Why?"
"Because your human." Dean said then added, "and you were just following orders."
"Those people in St. Lewis were human."
Dean rolled his eyes. "That was a shape shifter."
"And Milwaukee?"
"First, we didn't lock down the bank. Second, we only killed a shifter."
"And that dinner? Those banks?" Ward asked, "Are you going to tell me those were shape shifters, too?"
"Those were Leviathan." Sam said.
"But they shape shift also." Dean added.
"Right."
They walked into the cell and the agents closed the door behind them.
*Same time...command center*
May and Ward escorted the Winchesters out of the command center, leaving Skye and Phil alone together.
"Is Ward right?" Skye asked, "Are they criminals?"
"Yes." Coulson answered. "But not how Ward said."
"Ok." She said slowly. "I don't get it."
"Look them up." He said.
"I cant." She held up her wrist.
"I'll take some restrictions off."
"Thanks." She said as he left the room.
A moment later Skye's bracelet buzzed, signaling that the status had changed. She got to work searching.
