One thing Tony had never expected was that he understood a criminal. He was a federal agent for crying out loud, they weren't supposed to be able to relate to a mass murderer.
"Ah, aw ow. Ouch! Do you enjoy hurting me? Gosh!" he reached for his arm Dean was currently patching up.
The Winchester slapped DiNozzo's hand away. "If you would hold still for a minute I could've been done by now."
He put away the cotton pad and rubbing alcohol, reaching for a pair of tweezers.
Tony eyed the metal instrument suspiciously. Sure, he was grateful that Dean had taken him along. He had bothered to bring him to where he stayed and tend to the agent's wounds. To be honest Tony was a little jealous of the black beauty of a car the Winchester drove.
"What do you need the tweezers for? You're not going to poke that into my arm, are you?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "Do you have a problem with pointy objects? Listen agent, there is stuff in that wound o' yours that needs to be removed. And don't be so whiny."
"I'm not whiny- ow, hey careful! I still need that arm!" DiNozzo clawed at the blanket of the bed Dean had literally pushed him to sit down on. Didn't want to drag his ass over to the bed if he 'blacked out'.
"Shat up man, it's done." the tweezers landed on the blanket with a faint thud. Dean reached for the rubbing alcohol, opened the bottle and washed the wound clean. He tried to ignore the hissing and wriggling agent to the best of his abilities, though it wouldn't quite work as he had hoped.
DiNozzo pressed one eye shut. Damn did the guy have to hurt him like that? "Can you bandage it now or will you keep staring at it for your own sick pleasure?"
A non amused huff left the hunters lips. "Can't 'wrap it up' yet." A small black purse emerged from the first aid kit.
"Oh, no. No, you're not going to stick a needle into me!" After seeing that Dean got a needle and thread from the purse DiNozzo jumped up from the bed and started to back away. The Winchester might've helped him so far, but he wouldn't trust the guy around sharp pointy objects. He'd rather have McGee or even Ziva stitch him up.
It wasn't exactly how Dean thought a fed would react, the guy had seemed pretty normal so far. Even with his freak out about the needle he was closer to a 'normal' person than any other federal agent he had met. It just pissed him off that the guy complained way too much. Okay, Dean actually might've been a little harsh, especially while cleaning the wound. But he just wanted someone to feel a little bit of the injustice the government had caused him over the years.
"Okay, what you want. But don't think that it'll heal very nicely like that. Will definitely leave a damn nasty scar." He started to pack away the first aid kit, knowing full well that the agent would stop him.
"Wait."
"I'm listening." Dean glanced at DiNozzo, challenging him to say something.
Tony looked at the Winchester, rethinking what had happened earlier in the warehouse. "It really wasn't a trick of the light … was it?"
Dean stared into the agent's hazel eyes. "No."
A curt nod confirmed that Tony understood and accepted what Dean had told him. It wasn't an easy thing to accept, considering that his whole world had to be reshaped into the reality of what was out there. But he could manage, even had to.
Reluctantly he went back to sit on the bed again, holding out his injured arm. "Just make it quick."
Dean got the sterile needle ready and started sewing the wound shut with little, well placed stitches. "Didn't mean to hurt you, ya know."
Tony grimaced at the tugging from the thread on his flesh and skin. "I suppose that you don't have anything good to say about federal agents."
"Not really."
"So, shapeshifter huh? What's so special about them?"
"They can change into anyone they want. As long as the person they impersonate is alive they receive their memories. Some of them kill for fun and some like to snack on people. Just your regular everyday monster." Dean tied a knot and cut the thread with a pocket knife.
DiNozzo frowned in disgust. "And you can kill them by stabbing their heart?"
"Only if the object is made of silver."
"Uhu." Tony watched the Winchester thoroughly wrap gauze around his wounded arm. "And you're a 'hunter'?"
"Yep."
"Anything else I need to know?"
Dean paused for a second, finishing up the bandage and putting away the first aid kit. "Basically everything you've ever heard of is real."
"Yikes." the agent winced.
"Exactly."
"But you don't expect me to believe that Bigfoot is real, do you?"
The slightest hint of hurt flashed over Dean's features, remembering Sam, the big 'Sasquatch'. "No, he's a hoax." He grabbed what little possessions he had laying around the room and packed them into his duffel bag. "C'mon I'm gonna bring you home."
Tony didn't have much of a choice but to follow the hunter seeing that the other man had already left the room. It took him a minute to get to the parking lot where Dean sat waiting in his Impala.
"This is a really nice car you got." he said after closing the passenger door.
A proud smirk curved the Winchester's lips upwards as he drove deeper into the city. "She's my baby. I've rebuilt her so many times, I could almost repair her blindfolded."
"Wish I had the time or knowledge to do that." Tony said with a mournful expression. He sighed. "I miss my Corvette … and my Mustang."
"You had a Corvette and a Mustang? Those are two really nice cars, not as nice as Baby of course. What happened to them?"
"You need to turn right at the next crossroad." DiNozzo bit his lower lip. "My Corvette got stolen. Guy who took it crashed it in a high speed chase down the highway."
Dean didn't miss the dark look on the agent's face. Yeah, he'd want to gank someone too if anyone ever damaged his beloved Impala. "And your Mustang?"
"Got blown up by an agent from another agency who didn't particularly like me. Guess I was lucky I wasn't the one driving it at the time." Tony's look got even darker.
"What an ass! Someone can't just blow up perfectly fine cars. If someone ever touched my Baby I'd-"
"Hold your horses there. Don't say anything in front of me you might regret later." Tony held up his hands in surrender at the glare he received from the Winchester. "Listen, I get that you're the good guy, fighting evil monsters that are actually real. But you've got to understand that I won't lie for someone who I've just met."
"Maybe I should've let that shifter have some fun with you first. I didn't have to save your ass back there."
"Yeah and I could call my colleagues or the FBI to tell them that Dean Winchester isn't dead." Tony said with a sarcastic undertone. "Dude, you got me out of there, you patched up my injury and you're bringing me home instead of letting me walk. Do you really think I'd call the FBI on you?"
Dean's glare only intensified.
"Really? What in the hell have those other feds done to you? Never mind. Whatever they did, I'm not like them." DiNozzo had the weird urge to prove that he was trustworthy.
"Sure." Dean's voice was laced with venom.
"Let me introduce myself again. Hello, I'm special agent Anthony DiNozzo from NCIS. If there's one thing you can count on it's that I keep my promises. And if you don't trust me, well that's your problem." DiNozzo shifted and looked at the buildings passing them. "Ass."
Out of the corner of his eyes the eldest Winchester saw the sulking agent. A grown man, yet so childish. What started as a small chuckle soon turned into a full out bellowing laughter. Confused eyes stared at him. "Man you're not as bad as I thought." He shook his head.
"What?"
"It's meant as a compliment. Coming from me, that's very rare."
"Aha." What the hell was Tony supposed to say to that? "Take a left turn here." Maybe he should ignore it.
Dean did as the agent told him, following the descriptions of where they were supposed to go. "How much further?"
"Second parking lot to the right."
The Impala was carefully guided into one of the empty parking spots.
"Thanks." Tony lingered for a little while longer before he exited the vehicle.
Dean also exited, leaning on the door. "Hey, you had anything with you when that shifter napped you?"
The agent thought for a second, eyes widening as he realized what he had lost. It was going to be a pain in the ass to tell Gibbs and Vance. "My phone, badge and gun. Damn! How am I supposed to explain this all?"
"Calm down, I'll get your stuff. I need to go back anyway." The Winchester pointed a thumb in the general direction where they came from.
"Why would you go back there?" DiNozzo raised an eyebrow.
"Simple. I get our stuff and burn down the place. You don't want to explain a body that looks exactly like you when someone finds it. Trust me on that one." Dean grimaced as he remembered the shapeshifter that had impersonated him so many years ago and started the whole mess with the FBI.
Tony nodded slowly. "Okay. Just don't let anyone see you. 'Cause I won't barge you out of jail."
"Are you kidding me? In human standards I'm the master of stealth!" Dean grinned. "You should probably visit a doctor with that." he pointed at the bandaged arm.
"And what do I tell them? Listen doctor, I got kidnapped by a monster and it cut me. Oh, and I got saved by a supposedly dead monster hunter." DiNozzo crossed his arms.
"You could've slipped on the wet bathroom floor and cut yourself on the mirror that you fell into."
"And the stitches?"
"Friend of yours?"
Tony smirked, getting the hint. "Sure."
"I'll be gettin' yours and my stuff then." Dean wanted to close the car door, but the NCIS agent stopped him.
"How will you know which apartment is mine?" Tony looked at the other man a little suspicious.
"If you haven't noticed yet, it's my job to know stuff." Dean looked at the agent's hand.
DiNozzo understood where the hunter was getting at. But he wasn't about to hand out a key to a complete stranger. "Just don't break or steal anything, okay?"
Dean gave him a thumbs up, closing the door and driving back to the warehouse.
-=o0o=-
It was the next morning that Tony really realized what had happened. First he had written it off as a bad dream. But then he had discovered the painfully throbbing wound Dean had bandaged. "I should really go to a doctor."
He made his way over to the kitchen, making himself a cup of coffee. Ah, coffee, that was what he needed right then.
With a freshly brewed cup of coffee in hand, Tony shuffled over to the living room and lazily flopped down into his couch. Gosh, he was lucky to have a free weekend, otherwise he would've never heard the end of it how he lost his weapon and badge.
Thinking of his badge, Tony spotted an envelope on the, for once, tidy table that hadn't been there before. Taking a sip of his coffee he walked over to the table and inspected the envelope. As he turned it around he knew that it was from Dean. 'Vey special agent DiNozzo' was written on the paper's backside.
He put down his cup and emptied the contents of the envelope onto the surface of the table. Dean had held his word and brought back Tony's gun, badge and phone. But that wasn't all. The agent looked at the clip filled with strangely colored ammunition and the folded piece of paper. He unfolded what seemed to be a short letter.
'Got your stuff from the warehouse. Everything still works, don't worry. I got you a clip of silver ammunition and a silver knife in case you've got a shifter or werewolf problem at your hands. I added my number to your phone contacts if you need help with my kind of job. Call if anything strange catches your eye or if you need to know something!
P.S.: Go see a doctor! And nice place by the way.
D.W.'
Tony had to smirk a little. "Go see a doctor." He chuckled. Yeah, he would go see a doctor, right after he got dressed and made breakfast. He had the feeling that it wasn't the last time he would cross paths with the hunter.
-=o0o=-
Traffic lights and cars flashed by, making Dean flinch every so often as he continued to speed down the highway. It wasn't weird that he turned away from the intensely glaring lights, had they always somehow bothered him when he had to drive at night. But it started to slowly drive him nuts that the lights had seemingly become brighter and that even the fainter light sources burned his retinas. It could be that his eyes had become more light sensitive during his stay in Purgatory. The possibility sounded logical since the dimension always had been sort of gray and there never had been a real light source, casting the place in eternal shadow.
However Dean was not someone to just write something like that off as simply an 'improvement' of some sorts. Things like that didn't just happen without a good reason as far as he had noticed, not in his life, not to someone with Winchester as their last name. For the moment though he couldn't really complain about it. Granted that on the long run he might probably get a headache, but it might as well be useful. He couldn't bring himself to bring his hopes up, that it would stay something simple like that.
Dean sighed, tired of his own thoughts and suspicions. He reached over to turn on the radio, not really caring what song played, as long as it kept him from thinking and worrying too much. Only half listening to the song he stared at the road. It wasn't that bad, something about search and destroy and a million shattered pieces. The familiar sound of his cellphone caught his attention. "What is it Sam?" he grumbled.
"Dean are you done with the hunt?" Sam's voice filtered through the speaker.
"Yeah, I told you I can handle it on my own. Why? Are you in trouble?" Concern started to twist the insides of Dean´s gut.
"No, I`m fine. I need to tell you something." The younger Winchester sounded a little freaked.
"Okay." Dean looked at the blinking screen of his phone, indicating that the phone was about to turn off due to a low battery level. "But hurry the hell up before my phone dies on me. I forgot to charge it." It was a lie. He had been too busy searching for the shifter and then the fugly had napped him. Even when he and that agent where out of there he hadn't bothered to look at his phone.
"Dean you have to believe me, I'm not lying about this."
"Get on with it Sam!" Dean glanced at the blinking phone. It would turn off any second now.
"Okay, listen! It's weird but it's the honest to god truth. It's him Dean, he's back. It's-"
Silence ringed in his ears as the phone turned off. "Fuck damn it!" Dean clenched his fist around the now useless device and threw it into the backseat. Forcing calming breaths down his lungs, he concentrated on not crashing his baby. Guess he'd have to wait for what Sam had to say when he got back. Judging by his recent inability to sleep he could be back at the cabin in more or less 20 hours.
His return from Purgatory left him restless at nights, making him only spin and turn under the sheets of an actual bed. Had he gotten so used to the damp ground of that monster hole? Shouldn't he feel comfortable lying down in a soft bed, never mind that it was in a cheap motel? Dean chose to ignore it. He had gone without sleep longer than that after he had been dragged out of hell. Besides, he had been on the road for 15 hours strait already, only stopping to get some gas. It was possible to drive the more than 2000 mile drive in a day and a half. If either, one didn't sleep, or someone else had to take the wheel while the other was resting. But Dean had to do it on his own. It wasn't the first time he drove a stretch of way like that in one go. He had gone through far worse than that.
The only thing bothering him was that he had to wait to get to Sam, so his brother could tell him what sounded to have been very important. And he wouldn't dare stop to charge his cell, no. It would only slow down his arrival. Plus the younger brother had sounded troubled and Dean wasn't going to risk his Sammy getting in trouble, even though he said he was fine. Screw that. His instinct was yelling at him to hurry up, that there was something going on. So he pushed down his foot on the gas even more. He had to get to Sam, see what the hell was happening.
-=o0o=-
So, the second chapter of my SPN/NCIS crossover is done. I hope I didn´t leave it a jumbled mess of my imagination, though I think it turned out quite alright. Hope you enjoyed reading. I´ll try to update at least once a month (depending on my inspiration and how busy I am otherwise).
If there are any mistakes I would really appreciate if you could tell me. (the ´r´ key of my laptop isn´t really working properly, so if there´s an ´r´ missing you know why it isn´t there :P)