This story takes place shortly before the end of Season 4 of NCIS Los Angeles (pre-Parley) and roughly mid-Season 8 of Supernatural. So Castiel is out of Purgatory, but still under Naomi's influence. Sam has not yet begun the Hell's Gate trials. Kensi has yet to acknowledge her attraction to Deeks, even to herself.

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Deeks and Kensi sat in his car, keeping watch on the seedy motel where their suspects were holed up. As so often happened on long stakeouts, their conversation was moving into deeper territory...

'When you let yourself love someone, that's when fear gets control of you,' Kensi argued.

'What? Where do you get that?' Deeks asked, then slurped at his drink. He did it deliberately, knowing the noise bugged her.

'Because then you've made that person essential, you need them in your life. And because there's always a threat that they will be taken away from you, you live in a state of fear.'

'You are out of your mind. Love is great! Everybody wants it. It's supposed to be liberating, not strangulating!'

'Is that a word?'

'Don't deflect. You'd avoid love, to avoid fear?' He tsked, and shook his head mournfully. 'I thought you were more courageous than that.'

'I didn't say that. But, it's certainly a consideration.'

'If you don't love because of fear, then hasn't fear already won?'

'An astute observation,' came a deep voice from the back seat.

'Gah!', Deeks yelled, and spilled what was left of his drink all down his front. But, even with ice and soda pooled in his lap, he had his gun out and pointed at the stranger almost as quickly as Kensi.

'Who are you, and how did you get into the car without us noticing?', Kensi demanded.

The man in the suit, blue tie, and beige trench coat stared back at them blandly. 'I am Castiel. Your assistance is required.'

Then there was a weird flapping sound, and suddenly the backseat was empty. They looked wildly around, then burst out of the car as they realized - they weren't anywhere near where they'd been a moment ago. They stood beside the car, gazing in open-mouthed disbelief at the empty stretch of road surrounded by open fields.

'What. The. Fuck?', Deeks breathed.

'Where are hell are we?', Kensi asked. She turned slowly in place, searching for some sign that would give her a clue as to what had just happened.

Just then, a ways up the road, a car appeared out of nowhere, swerved wildly, then braked hard. It came to a screeching stop mere feet away. Immediately, Sam and Callen jumped from the car, looking as shocked and alarmed as they'd been. Seeing Deeks and Kensi, they fired questions at them.

'What the hell? What is going on?', Callen demanded.

'How did we get here?', Sam asked.

'We don't know any more than you do,' Deeks said. 'Except, was there a guy?'

'What do you mean, what guy?' Callen was turning, looking all about as Kensi had done. 'Sam was giving me a lift home, we were on the freeway, then suddenly, we were here.'

'Some guy just showed up in our back seat,' Kensi told them. 'And I mean out of nowhere, the car doors never opened.'

'He had a weird name, Castiel? He said something about needing assistance, and then we were here and he wasn't,' Deeks continued.

'Castiel? What is that, like a biblical name?', Callen asked.

'So, not a genie then,' Sam commented dryly.

Her brain finally kicking into gear, Kensi got out her phone and tried to contact Ops. To her surprise, she got a message stating that the number she had dialed was not in service. She tried the personal numbers of Eric, Nell, and even Hetty, but had no better luck.

'Guys, can you reach anyone?', she asked.

The others all got out their phones, and went through the same process. Deeks tried to reach his superiors at the LAPD, then some of the people who knew him by one of his cover identities, but got nowhere. If a number worked, it led only to pizza joints, dry cleaners, or mini-marts.

Callen tried calling information, asking to be connected to people directly. He grew considerably more concerned when the names he gave were not found in their database.

Sam hadn't any more success contacting the D.C. NCIS headquarters. Then he heard something that drew his attention away from the phone.

'Heads up,' Sam warned. 'Company.'

A car was approaching from the opposite direction, its powerful engine rumbling. They all put away their phones, and hands hovered near guns, instead. The dark, older model car slowed as it neared them, and they could see that it held two men.

The car pulled to the side of the road, and parked a cautious distance away. The doors squealed slightly as the men got out. They held their hands well out and away from their sides, broadcasting non-aggression.

'Hello,' the shorter of the two called, the one who'd been driving. 'No need to be nervous, okay? We're friends.'

'Identify yourselves!', Sam demanded.

'I'm Dean Winchester, and that's my brother Sam', the guy said. 'I believe you've met a friend of ours, Castiel?'

Kensi took a step forward, 'Is he responsible for bringing us here?'

'Kinda, yeah. It's a little hard to explain.'

'We've got no place else to be, so do go on,' Callen said with considerable sarcasm.

'How about we move this confab someplace a little more comfortable?', Dean suggested. 'There's a halfway decent bar in the next town.'

'The next town, where? Where are we?'

'You're just past the border, about 20 minutes from Lamar. Colorado.'

Deeks looked back along the road behind them, and realizing where they were, began to laugh helplessly. When Kensi raised an eyebrow at him, he said, 'Not in Kansas anymore!'