Set early season nine of Supernatural (Sam/Ezekiel) and early in The Tomorrow People (pre-The Founder). Sorry for the short chapters. I'm keeping to a perspective approach, at least initially. Things will get a little more complicated later...

The Impala grumbled to a stop in the parking garage, expressing Sam's silent apprehension. He had a bad feeling about this. Well, more so than usual. "Dean, this might as well be a government facility."

Dean gave him a sharp look. "You said it was a private company!"

Sam sighed. "Yes, I mean, at least on the outside it is. It's the Institute of Genomics and Advanced Biomathematics. Notice no university name associated with that. But it gets tons of government funding. And I don't mean just normal medical research funds. I'm talking Department of Defense, Department of Energy, Department of Transportation… and a lot of money. I'm just say—"

"What, that these are secret government labs?"

Sam let out a huff of exasperation. "I'm just saying we need to be careful with the FBI disguise. First sign that these guys see through us, we gotta bolt. No trying to talk our way out of it."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Fine. Any trouble, we vamoose."

"I'm serious, Dean." Sam regarded him with a solemn look. "This is risky, even for us."

"I hear ya," Dean replied as he opened the door. Turning away from Sam, his eyebrows bunched together as he tried to figure out what had his brother so rattled. Lucky for you, we got an angel up our sleeve, Dean thought, relaxing.

The two walked silently to the entrance of the unusual building. Casting a glance at Sam, Dean could tell he had gotten his anxiety in check and was shifting into agent mode. He lifted his chin and stood a little straighter, which somehow reminded him of Ezekiel. He bit his lip. The weight of lying to Sam was crushing him, but this was his only option. He couldn't let Sam die. It wasn't in his DNA.

The harsh sound of Sam clearing his throat brought him back to the present. He came to stand next to his gigantor brother in front of the security desk. "Hello, I'm Agent Evans," Sam said flatly, flashing his badge. "This is my partner, Agent Hewson."

The guard inspected the badges for a moment then looked Sam in the eye. "I assume you're here to meet with Dr. Price?"

"Uh, yes, with Dr. Price, that's right," Sam replied, trying not to rush his answer. He eyed Dean as the guard mumbled into his radio.

"Okay, Dr. Price's intern, Stephen, will take you up."

Dean nodded. "Thank you."

"Have a good day," Sam added awkwardly. Dean elbowed him as they moved towards the steps. "What?" Sam hissed.

"Have a good day," Dean mimicked. Sam scoffed but otherwise kept quiet. "And who the hell is this Dr. Price guy?" he whispered.

"I told you about him earlier, weren't you listening?" The blank look Dean returned answered his question. Sam pulled out his phone and typed the name in. He saw a bio page for Dr. Jedikiah Price and clicked on it. Text started filling the screen but the picture seemed unable to load. "Says here he's the director of the institute, has a Ph.D. in molecular genetics, tons of publications..." Sam read off.

"And the director of Ultra?" Dean murmured quietly as a young man with dark hair approached them.

"I have no idea, Dean." He looked away from his phone and shoved it in his pocket, just as the photo appeared.

"Guess we'll find out the hard way!" Dean said, squaring himself up to the approaching man.