Summary: Two bodies are found in Harlan County. During the investigation, Deputy US Marshall Raylan Givens happens across two familiar strangers. He knows they have something to do with the case but not in the way he initially suspects.

Main Characters: Raylan G, Sam W, Dean W, Boyd C

Timeline: Justified – Set after the end of Season 3. Supernatural – Set somewhere between episodes 7x10 and 7x16. From the Winchester's POV, (spoilers!) Cas & Bobby are dead. Frank is alive.

Disclaimer: I own neither Justified nor Supernatural. If I did, they would be far less entertaining and would not be on television. And that would be a great loss to us all.

I wrote this because I love these characters and wanted to see what would happen if they met. There is no way my writing could even come close to the poetry of Justified, and so I've tried simply to get the voices as authentic as I could. The Winchesters are awesome, and I hope I've done them some justice.


Chapter 1 - Introductions

"What do we have here?" enquired Deputy US Marshall Raylan Givens walking up to the latest back-woods crime scene, his Kentucky drawl softening the words.

His question was directed at the petite dark-skinned woman in a form-flattering pant suit. Her name was Rachel Brooks, and she was all business as per usual. "Two bodies. Lots of puncture marks. Very little blood," she stated walking him to where the coroner was conducting an initial examination. "Could be a double O.D. Or could be a double homicide."

"Any needles or other paraphernalia?" He adjusted his now-signature Stetson hat trying to block out the sun from his dark brown eyes.

"Nope," US Marshall Brooks answered. "That's why we're leaning towards homicide." It was usually homicide in Harlan County, though they didn't often find bodies. "Most likely they were killed elsewhere and then dumped here."

Marshall Givens squatted down to get a closer look, his right thumb fiddling with his lower lip. "Let's make sure we get a tox screen."

The coroner nodded then began her initial findings. "Preliminary exam suggests these two died at least 36 hours ago. Weird thing is, there's no hypostasis." She explained further after noticing the blank stares. "Blood usually pools at the body's lowest points within 6 hours after death. But there isn't any as far as I can tell. It's like the blood has been drained from the body. I'll know more when we get them back to the lab."

Raylan nodded and straightened out his 6-foot frame. "Do we know who they are?"

Rachel consulted her notes. "IDs say they are Justin Theroux and Mary Jane McCoy. Mary Jane is from Harlan County, and Justin is from Memphis. Two hikers found them and called it in. I don't think we'll get any leads from them."

"Memphis, huh?" Raylan's eyes searched the distance for a moment while he thought on that. "We thinking it's drug related?"

"Yep," the younger Marshall replied.

"Guess I better talk to Boyd then."

Rachel smiled hearing the complete lack of enthusiasm in Raylan's voice. She was just glad she didn't have to go with him. Although Boyd Crowder claimed to no longer be affiliated with the KKK, the knowledge that he had been was enough to make her want to knock him silly. "Good luck," she replied pleasantly as Raylen walked back to his car.

xxxx

Sam and Dean Winchester had been driving back towards the mid-west after chasing down a particularly mean ghost that had been attached to a Claddaugh ring. It was a nice, old-fashioned hunt, a welcome distraction from the current apocalypse. Now that the ring was destroyed, Dean had started brooding on the Leviathan again.

The brothers had stopped in Lexington to grab something to eat, but now Dean really wanted a beer and to call Frank. Surely the techno-wiz had some information on monster leader Dick Roman by now. He pulled the crap car they were currently using into a place called Johnny's Bar without consulting his younger brother. For once, Sam didn't complain. Honestly, he was too tired. Between the Leviathan and Bobby's death and the periodic hallucinations of Lucifer, he decided he could use a bit of alcohol, too.

The place was nothing special – a dark space with neon signs advertising various brands of beer. A few tables were occupied, but it was generally empty. The young men walked to the bar and sat. The pretty blonde behind the counter smiled warmly at them and asked what were they having. She had kind of a '70's Farah Fawcett vibe about her. Dean gave her his full-on charming smile. "Two beers please. Whatever you have on tap."

Her smile widened as she started fulfilling their order. The shorter one who had spoken kept smiling at her. He was cute with his short blondish hair and green eyes; there was no mistaking it. And it wasn't hard to imagine a woman giving in to his charms. The other one, quieter, taller, and with longer hair, was less obvious, but she caught him sneaking a couple of glances at her. It was nice to know she still had it. She set the beers on the table in front of them.

"It's always nice to see new faces. Where might y'all be from?"

"Kansas originally," Dean answered. "But we travel a lot."

"You just passin' through?"

"Yep. Though we might be persuaded to stay a little longer."

"Uh-huh. And does this one ever talk?" she asked, tilting her head at Sam.

"Yeah," Sam answered smiling, showing off his dimples. "I talk."

"Usually, I can't get him to shut up. Must be your beauty that has him all tongue tied." She chuckled at that. It was all the encouragement Dean needed. "So…" There was no name tag to help him.

"Ava."

"Ava," Dean repeated, enjoying the name in his mouth. "What a lovely name."

A lean man came walking from the back room, his dark hair sticking up slightly from where it began high upon his forehead. "Ava, darlin', I sense strangers in our midst. Who's that you're talkin' to?"

"Don't know. They haven't offered their names yet." The man put his arm around the bartender affectionately. Of course she had a boyfriend.

"Well, we should remedy that, shouldn't we? I'm Boyd Crowder. You've already met Ava." He stopped expectantly.

Something about the man put Dean and Sam on alert. "I'm Dean. This here is Sam." The older brother was careful not to give their last names or their relationship.

"Nice to meet you," Sam nodded.

"They're originally from Kansas," Ava offered.

"You're a long way from home." Boyd seemed friendly enough. There was certainly nothing in his demeanor that should have put them on edge. Still, he had a directness and confidence that most people lacked.

Ava continued the conversation. "They travel a lot."

"I see."

"We were on a hunting trip," Dean offered. It wasn't a lie. Sam shot a quick, questioning look at his brother but decided the information was harmless enough.

"Catch anything?"

"Yep," Sam smiled slightly and took a drink of his beer. It was nice to win. They may not have saved the world…yet…again…but at least they had helped a family from getting killed.

"Is there good hunting around here?" Dean asked, a twinkle in his green eyes. This was enough of a distraction for now.

Boyd thought for a moment, trying to get a read on Dean. "Depends on the game, I suppose."

"Oh, we like dangerous game," Dean offered. "The kind with claws and teeth." He glanced at Ava.

"But not the Most Dangerous Game," Sam chuckled, knowing Dean and the others probably wouldn't get the joke. He was a little surprised to see Boyd's smile widen.

"Well, I'll sleep better tonight knowing you two aren't planning on hunting us for sport."

Sam suddenly found the lanky man in front of him far more interesting.

Just then, harsh sunlight spilled into the bar and slowly retreated as the door to the parking lot opened and closed. Boyd's face became more serious as he looked at the person who had just walked in. It had been such a quiet day so far. He sighed quietly. Sometimes Boyd really hated seeing that Stetson.


And thus ends Chapter 1. There will be 5 chapters total. I'll post a new one every 3-5 days or so.

Thank you for reading! Reviews are appreciated.