Dean's POV
He hurriedly took the phone, punching in the number he was forced to memorize early in life. Double checking to make sure it was right, he pressed call.
On the third ring, it was answered, "Singer Auto Shop."
"Bobby!"
"Dean?"
"Yes, it's Dean. I kinda got myself arrested."
"FBI?"
"Nope, NCIS this time."
"Got a plan on gettin' out? Is Sam there with you?"
"No, but I'm hoping that Cas can help with that. And Sam wasn't with me. I was hoping you could tell him what happened, I only get this one call."
"Alright, I'll let him know. Anything you need me to do?"
"Nope, I'll be fine. Thanks though."
"You watch yourself, you hear me boy?"
"I always do," he glanced at Agent Gibbs, "Gotta go, see ya soon, Bobby."
"Okay, boy."
He took the phone away from his ear, ending the call and sliding the phone back to Agent Gibbs.
"Let's start simple, what were you doing at the crime scene earlier today?" Agent Gibbs was glaring at him as he laid the case files in front of Dean.
He sighed, there was no way that he was telling this agent the truth, "He was a friend of mine."
Agent Gibbs saw right through him, "How about the truth?"
Dean took a deep breath, there was no easy way out of this one, was there?
Understanding that Agent Gibbs was going to detect the lies, he decided on the truth, "You really wanna know? Like really bad, or how about you just arrest me for the multiple counts of murder that the FBI thinks I did."
"I want the truth," Agent Gibbs definitely wasn't gonna fall for his games.
"Alrighty, fine. My brother, another guy, and me were there trying to stop that damn shapeshifter from killing the civilian."
He waited, expecting a wave of disbelief and accusations to come. But none did, only, "Who was the 'other guy'?"
"Castiel."
"Do you know a James Novak?"
"Ohh, yeah. That's Castiel's vessel. Although, I think he's in Heaven now."
"Vessel?"
"Yeah. Ya know, angels and demons need vessels to walk the earth?"
Agent Gibbs narrowed his eyes, "I have dealt with many serial killers in my time, but not a single one acts like you do. Even though it is thought that you are a psychopathic maniac, you truly believe everything you say, wholeheartedly."
"Has the thought that maybe, just maybe, I'm not a serial killer or a psycho."
"We have video footage of you committing the crime."
Dean sighed, "And what if I told you that it was a shapeshifter, pretending to be me. They even went to the lengths to drive the same damn car as me and my brother. During that whole fiasco, Baby was in the corner, sitting it out!" he scowled at the memory of having to drive stolen cars.
David was silent in the corner, but Dean could feel her scrutinizing gaze on him. Gibbs became confused and deathly curious, "I want to hear everything. Your whole life story. Everything."
"I've got a couple rules. One, that camera and mic needs to be turned off. No way in hell this is getting recorded. And two, anyone behind that stupid piece of glass either needs to leave or come in here for story time."
Agent Gibbs searched his face, not finding a hint of sarcasm. The fed turned in his chair, motioning for whoever was behind behind the glass to come in. He then stood up, turning the red light of the camera off and then the mic. A second later, two more agents came in.
One of them he recognized from his arrest last night, but the other was new.
Of course he wasn't given the courtesy of introductions. Oh well.
"Boss, does it really matter what he has to say? We've got plenty of incriminating evidence…"
Agent Gibbs glared at him, "Yes it does, now shut it DiNozzo."
Ah, so the guy who picked him up along with Special Agent Gibbs was this guy named DiNozzo. Wasn't that Italian?
"There, we abide by your rules, now tell us everything," Agent Gibbs continued.
Dean cleared his throat, getting ready for a long ass story, "Well, let's see. On November 2, 1983, when I was four years old, my mom died. She was burned on the ceiling of my little brother's nursery by a demon named Azazel, he was infecting my brother with demon blood…"
He continued to tell his story, how his dad had become a hunter and taught the boys, "One night I went to an arcade. My brother almost died because I wasn't there to protect him. He didn't know, he was just a kid."
He talked about Bobby, how Sam had left for Stanford, and was there until Dean came to get him to look for their dad. He recalled how Sam's girlfriend, Jess, had died, his father's obsession, how he had gone missing, finding the Colt, being rammed by the semi-truck, his father selling his soul for Dean to live. He talked on and on about how Azazel kidnapped Sam and how his brother died. He told them about his deal with a crossroads demon, selling his soul to bring back Sam, only having a year to live, closing the gates of hell, killing Azazel with their fathers help, tracking down Lilith. Tears come to his eyes as he talked about going to hell, how he spent 30 years in hell getting tortured, until he could take it no more and tortured souls himself for the last ten years. He helpfully mentioned that his time in hell was only equal to 4 months on earth. He told them about being saved by the angel Castiel and a smile comes to his face as he thinks about their first encounter. Talking about, how he broke the first of the 66 seals that kept Lucifer in the cage in hell and how Sam had broke the last, even including information about the dickbag angels they had to deal with. He adequately detailed about how they tried everything to put Lucifer back in the cage, even killing the horsemen to get their rings, but in the end Sam said yes to Lucifer. He informed them that he was the vessel of the archangel, Michael and Sam was the vessel of Lucifer. He detailed the last fight, how his half-brother Adam was instead resurrected and became the vessel, how Cas had thrown a Molotov on Michael and was killed by Lucifer. In the end, Sam retook control and threw himself and Michael/Adam into the cage. Cas was resurrected and the new Seraph saved Bobby and possibly himself.
He talked about Sam's resurrection. How he lived with Lisa and Ben for a year before demons came for him. He erased their memories of him and left, rejoining Sam in the fight. He mentioned that Sam didn't have a soul, until Death (the horseman) put it back, along with a wall to keep the memories at bay. Lastly, he talked about all the death he's had to experience, John, Mary, Ellen, Jo, Ash, and Adam.
When he finished, the agents were staring dumbfounded at him. Nearly an hour and a half had passed.
"That's one hell of a story," DiNozzo exclaimed.
He chuckled, "You're telling me. That's my fucked up life."
"Do you like… actually have any proof that your "story" is like, real?" the agent whose name he had not gotten yet, asked.
Dean smiled, "Oh hell yeah. Just, uh, give me a sec."
He closed his eyes and looked up, "Hey ya, Cas? I kinda need your help right now," he opened one eye, looking around, the only thing he saw was the confused agents wondering who the hell he was talking too, "Ugh. Babe, I'm sorry about earlier, okay. I didn't think you'd get that upset about it-"
"All is forgiven, Dean," a gravelly voice said beside him.
There was a collective gasp from the team of agents, but it did not phase him.
"Glad you could make it, Cas."
Castiel motioned to the agents and the cuffs Dean had on, "I assume this is why you called."
"Yes," Cas moved forward, ready to teleport Dean out of NCIS custody. "Woah there. We ain't doing that this time," Dean said putting his hands up in defense.
That earned him a questioning look from the agents.
"Oh, my apologizes," he turned towards the group of agents, sticking his hand out awkwardly, "Hello, I am Castiel, Angel of the Lord."
All four agents shook the angels hand, equally as awkward.
"What happened to James Novak?" Agent Gibbs asked, concerned.
"He has been gone for some time. His soul is at peace in Heaven."
"How are we supposed to believe your an actual angel. I mean come on," the agent whose name was still a mystery asked.
Clearly he did not believe, not yet anyway, "Release your wings Cas," Dean said, not asked.
Cas turned back to Dean, clearly frustrated, "You honestly think that they can fit in here. Besides, you are in no position to be making demands."
Dean huffed, "Come on Cas. Can't you zap us somewhere else? And I said I'm sorry. I promise to make it up to you later," he winked.
Cas continued glaring, but gave in, "Fine."
It was like the two had forgotten about the NCIS agents. Dean turned toward them, "I hope you don't get car sick easily," he said humorously.
"What-" Agent David was cut off by a snap of Cas' fingers.
They were suddenly standing on the top of the NCIS building. The wind rushed through their hair for a moment before receding. Agent Gibbs seemed unfazed by the change, but the other three weren't as fortunate. DiNozzo clutched his head, David held her stomach, and the agent whose name he still hadn't gotten, was puking.
He chuckled a little. Once the agents had gotten their bearings, they stared with wide eyes at Cas.
"What. The. Hell," DiNozzo voiced for all of them.
Dean just shrugged, "It's come in handy more than once. Anyway, take it away Cas."
Cas rolled his eyes, still not impressed with Dean's attitude. Nonetheless, he made his large black wings visible. Stretching them, he raised them to full height. Damn, he thought. There had only been a couple is times where Cas had shown his wings to Dean. Or anyone for that matter. But they were, well, majestic. From the couple of experiences with them, he knew they were extremely sensitive.
Which is why he moved closer, standing next to Cas. He brought his handcuffed hands up to a feather. Lacing a hand in the soft feathers, he gently stroked and tugged at them. In response, Cas visibly shuddered.
His voice dangerously low, Cas warned, "Dean…" he shuddered again, glaring at him, "Dean! You know what that does to me."
Tony's POV
Why the hell was Gibbs actually giving this guy his phone call? He never did that for anyone. What intrigued him more, was that the serial killer wasn't asking for a lawyer.
He still couldn't wrap his head around this. How had the Winchesters, FBI's most wanted at one point, who had presumably died twice, come back from the dead, again? Shaking out of his thoughts, he watched the interrogation.
"I want the truth," Gibbs asked Dean, the eldest Winchester.
"Alrighty, fine. My brother, another guy, and me were there trying to stop that damn shapeshifter from killing the civilian."
Whoa, what? Shapeshifters? This guy is even more psychotic than the file says.
"Who was the 'other guy'?"
"Castiel."
"Do you know a James Novak?"
"Ohh, yeah. That's Castiel's vessel. Although, I think he's in Heaven now."
Vessels?
"Vessel?"
"Yeah. Ya know, angels and demons need vessels to walk the earth?"
What the hell?
Gibbs narrowed his eyes, "I have dealt with many serial killers in my time, but not a single one acts like you do. Even though it is thought that you are a psychopathic maniac, you truly believe everything you say, wholeheartedly," Gibbs said.
Wait! Was Gibbs actually humoring him? Maybe this guy actually believed himself. It wasn't unheard of.
"Has the thought that maybe, just maybe, I'm not a serial killer or a psycho."
"We have video footage of you committing the crime."
"And what if I told you that it was a shapeshifter, pretending to be me. They even went to the lengths to drive the same damn car as me and my brother. During that while fiasco, Baby was in the corner, sitting it out!" Dean raised his voice.
He had read somewhere that the Winchester brothers were signature for driving a '67 Impala. Abby currently had it and was examining it.
Gibbs became curious, "I want to hear everything. Your whole life story. Everything."
What has gotten into Gibbs?!
"I've got a couple rules. One, that camera and mic needs to be turned off. No way in hell this getting recorded. And two, anyone behind that stupid piece of glass either needs to leave or come in here for story time," who was this Dean to be making demands?
Gibbs turned in his chair, motioning for him and McGeek to come in. McGeek went in first, filing into the interrogation room.
"Boss, does it really matter what he had to say? We've got plenty of incriminating evidence…" he asked, only to be death glared.
Agent Gibbs responded with, "Yes it does, now shut it DiNozzo."
"There, we abide by your rules, now tell us everything," Agent Gibbs continued.
Dean cleared his throat, "Well, let's see. On November 2, 1983, when I was four years old, my mom died. She was burned on the ceiling of my little brother's nursery by a demon named Azazel, he was infecting my brother with demon blood…"
Dean Winchester proceeded to tell his whole freaking life story. No detail was too small for him. He listened intently, clearly mystified. This was either the craziest person alive or probably the saddest. God, he talked about everything.
It was so much to take in. Demons, angels, hell, and heaven? Dean had sold his soul and went to hell? His brother was a demon once? The apocalypse was stopped, but happened? This guy had so much death and destruction in his family.
He took a minute to take it all in, "That's one hell of a story," he said in awe.
Dean chuckled, "You're telling me. That's my fucked up life."
"Do you like… actually have any proof that your "story" is like, real?" McGeek asked.
Dean smiled mischievously, "Oh hell yeah. Just, uh, give me a sec."
The Winchester closed his eyes and looked up, "Hey ya, Cas? I kinda need your help right now," he opened one eye, looking around, what the hell was he looking for, "Ugh. Babe, I'm sorry about earlier, okay. I didn't think you'd get that upset about it-"
Who was he talking to? And why did he call it 'babe'? Before he could ask out loud, there was a loud sound, like wings…
"All is forgiven, Dean," said a man who had appeared next to Dean.
He had black hair and even from here, Tony could see his blue eyes. The mysterious man was wearing a tan trench coat, white dress shirt, a black tie, and black dress pants. What the fuck! He had just instantly appeared. How was that humanly possible? Was this the 'Cas' Dean had talked about?
"Glad you could make it, Cas," Dean said smiling.
'Cas' motioned to the agents and the cuffs Dean had on, "I assume this is why you called?"
"Yes," Cas started to move forward, but was stopped by Dean.
"Woah there. We ain't doing that this time," Dean said putting his hands up to stop Cas from moving forward anymore.
Tony and the others furrowed their brow, overly confused by what he said.
"Oh, my apologizes," Cas replied.
The supposed 'angel' held his hand out for the NCIS agents to shake, "Hello, I am Castiel, angel of the Lord."
When it was Tony's turn to shake the 'angels' hand, it was somewhat awkward. He tried his best to do it normally, but the 'angel' did not. The handshake was clammy and they shook hands for a fraction of a second before 'Castiel' pulled his hand away.
"What happened to James Novak?" Agent Gibbs asked, he was clearly concerned.
"He has been gone for some time. His soul is at peace in Heaven."
So this dude is basically inhabiting a deadman?
"How are we supposed to believe your an actual angel. I mean come on," McGeek asked.
Tony kept his own mouth shut. No need to piss off the angel dude. And McGeek was definitely not a believer.
"Release your wings Cas," Dean said.
Why didn't he ask?
Cas turned back to Dean, clearly frustrated, "You honestly think that they can fit in here. Besides, you are in no position to be making demands."
Tony smirked inwardly. This is going to be interesting...
Dean rolled his eyes, "Come on Cas. Can't you zap us somewhere else? And I said I'm sorry. I promise to make it up to you later," he winked.
Wait a minute. Tony started to put two and two together. Dean had called Castiel 'babe', and probably just promised him sex later. Their a thing? An angel and a human? Who would've thought that freaking Dean Winchester was gay?
Cas gave a glare that could match Gibbs', "Fine."
Dean turned back towards the very confused team of agents, "I hope you don't get car sick easily," there was a note of humour in Dean's voice...
"What-" Ziva didn't get to finish, instead Castiel snapped his fingers.
They were instantaneously standing on the top of the NCIS building. His head was pounding, trying to wrap his head around just happened. Gibbs was standing like nothing had happened. Tony rubbed his forehead, willing the enormous headache to recede. Ziva was holding her stomach, trying not to puke herself. Then there was McGeek, on his knees puking.
After a couple minutes, his headache had faded to just a dull ache and it looked like the others' pain too had faded.
"What. The. Hell," Tony said what they all were thinking.
Dean just gave a slight shrug, "It's come in handy more than once. Anyway, take it away Cas."
Cas rolled his eyes, giving his signature glare again. In an instant, there were too large black wings protruding from Castiel's back. Holy hell, they were large and when did angels have black wings? Weren't they supposed to be white?
Noticing movement out of the corner of his eye, his eyes flicked towards Dean. He was slowly sliding up next to Castiel. The angel didn't seem to notice until Dean started touching them. He started petting them, pulling his hands through to straighten them. Turning his eyes back to Castiel, he saw him shake.
Castiel's voice became really, really low, "Dean…" his body involuntary shook again, "Dean! You know what that does to me."
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