"Broken Bonds"

Chapter 2: Inner Demons

A/N #1: I'm free (well for the next 2 weeks that is)! And to celebrate that, I'm posting this today (also because of the new NCIS LA episode tonight as well as the fact that it's character Sam Winchester's birthday tomorrow)…three celebrations in one posting!

A/N #2: Thank you readers/reviewers for sticking with this story! Your interest in the story means the world to me! Once again, I apologize if there is any grammar mistakes present. Now enjoy the chapter!


NOTE: Travel Time (by car) from Sioux Falls, South Dakota to Los Angeles, California = 1 day + 3 hours (27 hours)


Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: Los Angeles or Supernatural. They belong to their respective owners (I thank them for creating them in the first place).


Full Summary: 2011: As the OSP team struggles for Kensi's forgiveness after lying to her; Hetty makes the decision that brings Dean Winchester in to save the agent, only to have them realize that there is an unlucky case in town for them. Suspicions increase within the team when Kensi works outside the agency yet it doubles when they realize who she's working with. Will Dean's presence disrupt the team's dynamic further or would realizations be made?


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Next Day – Los Angeles, California – NCIS OSP Headquarters

Callen and Sam were in the middle of one of their random banters when they arrived to work that day, only to find Deeks alone in the bullpen once again. If this happened four weeks ago, these partners would be worried but with everything that's been happening over the last three weeks, it seemed to be the new norm for them now.

Sam sighed as he reached his desk. "Have you seen her yet?" He asked their team's LAPD liaison officer as his partner was getting situated at his own desk.

Deeks' shook his head in the negative. "I haven't seen her but her bag is here. Take a guess on where she might be." He said in a huff. He understood why his partner was pissed but he didn't take her as the kind to hold lengthy grudges. If it was just him then he would just let it slide off his back since it's usually like that for them but it was rare for her to be angry with the whole team at the same time…that aspect worried him.

"This is getting ridiculous." Callen stated after taking another sip of his coffee. He had given Kensi two weeks to cool off before he interfered but it didn't seem to matter; everything he tried hadn't worked. He even asked for some advice from Hetty and she was tight-lipped about it.

"But we've tried everything G and nothing has worked." Sam stated with a sigh.

Deeks wanted to tell them that she wasn't at home last night either (it was the thirteenth time over the past three weeks) but he kept that to himself. It wasn't a secret that Kensi and Deeks hung out at times outside of work; the frequency of them however was still unknown to their friends/co-workers.

"She turned down my offer to go out drinking last night." Deeks added in as he looked up from the paperwork that he couldn't concentrate on.

Sam and Callen gave each other a calculated look before Callen decided to say anything. "Maybe she just didn't want to hang with you."

"I offered to pay…who turns down free drinks?" The detective countered in a way that dared the senior agents to argue with his reasoning.

Sam sighed once again. "Apparently Kensi does."

That was the end of their conversation as the three men started on their paperwork only to have Kensi join them once work officially started for the team at 9:30am. Her hair wasn't wet so they concluded that she had spent her morning in the office at the firing range.

Minimal greetings were made before silence took over the bullpen. Usually that was the state the team would wish for yet now, the silence was due to a whole new reason; none of the men wanted to say anything that would get Kensi even more pissed at them. While none of them thought the tension could get any worse, they didn't want to chance it.

So another awkward day began.


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Later – Outside Los Angeles, California – On the Road

It was late-afternoon by the time Dean had reached the outskirts of Los Angeles. He drove nonstop from Bobby's with his only stops being for gas and when he was moments away from passing out. He didn't even bother to rent a motel room as he figured that he'd delay his trip that way by sleeping in; at least sleeping in his car meant reducing the chances of that happening. He managed to check in with Bobby about Sam whenever he had to fill up his car; thankfully it didn't irritate Bobby enough to lecture him but he knew that he had to limit his calls before he annoyed the man that was watching his brother.

At one point he was tempted to stay a few hours in Las Vegas but his newly mouthy conscience (all thanks to Soulless Sam's presence) reminded him that he needed to get to Kensi before she did something they couldn't fix.

The hunter called Hetty once he reached the city's limits, telling her that he was in town as well as reconfirming that Kensi was still in the last residence he had her at. He knew about the possibility of her moving because of her job so he wanted to make sure. Normally they wouldn't but they skipped the pleasantries this time as Hetty warned Dean that he had less than three hours before Kensi was relieved from work. He gave his thanks before ending the call since he needed to make a detour before he headed to Kensi's place.

He needed alcohol and lots of it for him to handle what he had in store for tonight.


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Later – Los Angeles, California – Kensi's Apartment

Aside from the music from her car radio and the noises from the LA streets, Kensi's drive home was a quiet one, leaving her to thoughts that she wished she never had in her head. Most of them were new thoughts that have formed in her mind over the past few weeks yet there were the occasional old thought that still lingered in her mind. No matter which thought found its way to the forefront of her mind, it managed to exhaust the junior agent.

She never knew she could be this angry for this long; it never would have come to this point because someone would push her to confess what was on her mind until it was all out on the table. It's just how it worked with her. It's like she had to purge her thoughts and emotions before she felt like she could have a temporary clean slate. The problem…she had no one to fill that position. She had no one here that knew her inside and out; who knew what made her tick, who knew how she dealt with certain situations, who knew exactly what she had gone through over the years. She may have gotten close to certain people on the team but she still had no one like that here in Los Angeles…and she missed that.

Before her little pity party could continue any further, Kensi was just pulling into her street when a parked car on the side of the road caught her eye. She did a double take before it registered in her brain. It was a black 1967 Chevy Impala.

Could it really be…? She couldn't help but wonder before she started to slow her driving down as she approached the Impala to check the plates.

Ohio plates…license plate number CNK 80Q3.

Her eyes widened as that particular combination clicked in her brain.

Dean's here.

As soon as the thought came, she quickly drove towards her apartment complex. She parked her car and grabbed her bag before she rushed to her door as she fumbled to get the right key ready. The moment she passed over the threshold, she could hear the soft humming that usually came from her television. She quickly locked her door, dumped her things off to the side before she made her way towards the sound. Her hand instantly ghosted behind her back as she readied herself to grab her gun just in case it wasn't Dean that was using her television.

Before she could venture any further down the hall, she heard her name being called out. At first she tensed but when the familiarity of the voice registered with the junior agent, she immediately relaxed as she quickened her steps.

"You know, I could have been anyone walking through that door." Kensi called out just before she entered into Dean's line of sight.

She immediately noticed that most of her things had been pushed out of the way, allowing for the new stash of alcohol, a bunched up newspaper and a bag of Chinese take-out to take residence on her end tables while a towel with a bunch of Dean's weapons had been sprawled out over her coffee table. It was obvious by the various states that he'd been cleaning them while he waited for her.

Dean smirked as he looked up at the brunette. "Anything supernatural wouldn't have made it as far as you did." He stated smugly before he tapped his finger against his gun, the one that wasn't stripped away for cleaning.

"What did you do?" She asked with a narrowed glance before she retraced her steps. "Nothing permanent I hope!"She called out as she tried to locate these so called traps he loved to make. She hadn't noticed anything when she came in and if he did anything permanent to her apartment, he was definitely in for an earful no matter how long overdue their reunion had been.

Dean laughed. "Nothing permanent; just the usual stuff we did back in the day." He explained as he referred to that time in their past when they lived from motel room to motel room (always reapplying the protection traps) as they moved from one case to the next. It wasn't much different for him now but it seemed like Kensi had forgotten about those protections since he found no sign of them in her apartment when he first arrived.

Once Kensi knew what she was looking for exactly, it was easy for her to find the little traps in the front rooms. She shook her head at the mere thought of her bypassing those traps as easily as she did as she made her way back to Dean.

"I wasn't expecting a visit from you." She stated as her greeting back into the room before she headed to her kitchen. She had noticed the lack of glasses so she decided to go collect some for them. Sometimes they used them and sometimes they didn't but she'd rather grab them while she was sober.

Dean shrugged as he put together his weapons; he knew not to have them around when either of them were drunk. "Yeah well, unfortunately this isn't a social call."

The brunette gave her guest a perplexed look as she walked back to join him. "Everything okay?" She questioned as she placed the glasses down on the now clear coffee table as he pushed his weapons bag underneath one of her end tables (she noticed that a second bag was already placed there).

"I don't know, you tell me." Dean stated with a pointed look as his hands moved to grab the food and the alcohol he had bought before coming over.

It was Kensi's turn to shrug. "Everything's fine, why wouldn't it be?" Even before she answered she knew he wasn't going to buy her excuse. If Deeks could tell when she wasn't fine then there is no way that she could hide it from Dean. The hunter was just too damn good at reading strangers so reading her was like a walk in the park.

Dean scoffed as he opened one of the bottles. "Normally I'd let that excuse slide if it weren't for the call we got from Hetty yesterday." He declared after pouring them a glass each.

Kensi's hands froze just as she was about to make a grab for the food. "Hetty called?"

The hunter nodded. "Yup and you know if Hetty has to call us then it's something she deems as top priority." He continued as he unpacked their dinner since Kensi hadn't made a move to do so after he dropped the Hetty-bomb.

"You can't fix it Dean." Kensi stated with a sigh as she moved to take a seat beside Dean on her couch. She knew that her behavior was getting worse yet it never occurred to her that she had gotten so bad that her boss, her dear mentor, had to call in some backup to deal with her.

"Well I was hoping that with a few shots of liquid courage in your system, we could get to the root of the problem like old times." He explained before he took a huge swig of his drink.

Kensi rolled her eyes as she made a grab for her dinner instead of her drink. "And here I was hoping you'd go back to ignoring these moments like the plague." She really hoped that he would put this method behind him after the last time they had done it. It usually required one or both of them getting completely smashed while they verbally purged out everything that was bugging them. The alcohol gave them courage to touch upon subjects that they'd rather not speak of while sober and due to their inebriated state, most of the night would be forgotten.

Dean shook his head from side to side before he finished the remaining alcohol in his glass. "No can do Sweetheart because not only do we have to deal with your inner demons but we need to catch up and get rid of my inner demons too." He knew he didn't need to do this just for Kensi, he needed this for himself after everything he's dealt with in the last two months alone.

Kensi's brow furrowed, out of confusion. "I thought we did that the last time we saw each other." The last time they had participated in this alcohol-induced-purging-method was during Kensi's visit to Cicero, Indiana for Independence Day which also happened to be fourteen months after Sam Winchester went to Hell.

Dean scoffed as he poured himself another drink. "Oh believe me; a lot has happened since then."

"Like what?" Kensi questioned just before she took her first bite of her dinner.

"How about the fact that my brother is back from Hell?" Dean nonchalantly stated which caused Kensi's jaw to stop during mid-chew.

She waited for Dean to take that statement back because that was a topic you just don't joke about but when he didn't, she quickly swallowed her food, downed her drink to help it go down faster, before she snapped her fingers for the original bottle.

"Gimme the bottle, I have a feeling it's going to be my best friend tonight." She stated with a straight face before Dean handed her a smaller yet brand new bottle. She immediately popped the top off of it before she guzzled down quite a bit of the liquid. Dean took that as his cue to grab his own bottle as he followed her actions.

They alternated between drinking and eating for a while before they were even deemed ready to touch upon those sketchy subjects of theirs. Usually whenever they were this drunk (and this is when they weren't in each other's company), they didn't have talking in mind but when it came to the hunter and the junior agent, when they engage in drunken confessions…all filters are gone. Their two worlds become one and since they are who they are, there were no further confusions between them as they confessed it all.

Kensi confessed about how betrayed and used she felt after that horrible mission that completely shattered her. She wasn't expecting it nor was she expecting how she'd react to the aftermath of it but it tore her up from the inside out. She confessed on how helpless she felt when Deeks was let go from his liaison position and how hurt she'd been when he wouldn't allow her to be there for him. If they weren't officially partners, they were at least still friends…right? She asked an intoxicated Dean that too but all he said, as sober as he can, was that he would have wanted her by his side no matter what if he was in Deeks' position but other than that, Dean remained silent. He continued to drink and eat, like her, while she went on about how used she felt after that mission and how hurt she felt by every member of the team. Dean could understand where she was coming from; to learn something like she had by the people she cared for, by the people she trusted her very life with, he would be surprised if it didn't affect her on some level. He remembered how betrayed he felt when he found out that Sam, his own brother, was still hopped up on demon blood while working with that demonic bitch, Ruby, to get to Lilith back in 2009. That may have been an extreme when compared to Kensi's main op-issue but it was still the same; her family betrayed her trust and they used her to fulfill a goal. Dean understood what it meant to do everything in order to get a job done but he never used Kensi like that. He always found some way to warn her or to give her a heads up if he had an inkling that things could go down that path. Aside from the one time that he unknowingly did that to her, he always made sure they had a system for those types of situations. At some point in his drunken state, Dean would have thought that Kensi was more hurt that Deeks had betrayed and lied to her like he had; he was still convinced, like he was during the summer, that there was something going on between these two partners.

When Kensi felt like she spilled everything that she had kept bottled up inside of her for the better part of three weeks, she quickly urged Dean to take his turn before she passed out from all the alcohol consumption. She didn't want him to get off scotch-free when it came to their drunken confessions; she had to spill so now it was his turn. Dean didn't mind one point, usually he would but he'd consumed so much alcohol that he couldn't really care less so that's what he did; he told her everything. He told her how he discovered that Sam was back from Hell when a couple djinns (a type of genie) had found him in Cicero; he explained how he returned to hunting while still dating Lisa only to have her break up with him after an altercation that happened while he was a vampire. It seemed like every piece of news that he dropped on her topped the last. The junior agent wanted to ask so many questions by this point but it all just left her intoxicated mind speechless. He then revealed how Sam had been soulless since he was raised from Hell and how they had been working with Crowley (former King of the Crossroads and now King of Hell since Lucifer's lockdown) by capturing these alpha creatures in exchange for the return of Sam's soul since Crowley was the one that brought him back. Unfortunately that deal went south which led to the oldest Winchester bargaining with Death (the horsemen) for Sam's soul. Ultimately Dean got Sam's soul back which currently left the youngest Winchester in a coma back in South Dakota.

Kensi whistled. "Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"You really need to stop making deals." Kensi stated with a slur before she finished off her current bottle. Ever since Dean made his first deal with the crossroad demons back in 2007 for Sam's life, it seems like the older hunter finds himself in situations where some sort of deal is being made. That habit really needs to stop.

Dean scoffed after finishing off his drink. "Don't I know it."

Kensi sighed. "I guess that's why Sam's not here with you." Dean could only nod as he stared at his empty glass. "You should be with him, not me." She continued as her hands played with the empty bottle in her lap.

"You need me too Kens." Dean declared as he knocked shoulders with her a bit clumsily. "It also helps that you're family too."

Kensi rolled her eyes. "Shut up."

"Can I? I think I'm on the verge of passing out." Dean stated with a groan as he leaned back with his head resting on the back of her couch.

Kensi let loose a drunken giggle. "I thought you were a better drunk than this Dean."

Dean groaned once again as he brushed a hand over his tired face. "I would be if I wasn't running on four hours of sleep. I told you, I drove straight here once Bobby told me about Hetty's call." He stated with a slur before he watched Kensi get up without tipping over.

"Then that's our cue to call it a night." She declared a little loudly as she slowly headed towards her linen closet to grab a spare blanket for Dean; he'd be taking the couch again.

Kensi returned to the living room just in time to see Dean move the empty bottles away from him as best he could as he fought off his exhaustion for a few more minutes. He mumbled his thanks as she passed the blankets over to him. The chance to walk around a bit had sobered the brunette up just a bit but she was fighting off her exhaustion as she helped Dean settle in before they both knocked out prematurely.

"Feel better?" She asked and even in their inebriated states, they both knew that she wasn't just talking about his place on the couch.

Dean nodded. "I'm getting there, you?"

Kensi shrugged; she wouldn't know until she was sober if the method worked its magic on her. "Same."

Dean nodded once again as he sunk into the couch. "See you in the morning Kens."

"Night Dean."Kensi stated with a smile before she made her way out of the room, turning the light off as she went.

The junior agent giggled when she heard Dean's light snoring before she hit her room. She only managed to strip down to the bare essentials before she buried herself underneath her sheets, allowing herself to fall unconscious the moment her head hit the pillow.


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A/N #3: And there you have it! Tension are still high between team members but Kensi has opened up to Dean!With confessions out of the way, how do you think Dean will help Kensi heal? What do you think about some of the things that were revealed between Dean and Kensi? PLEASE let me know in a review!

A/N #4: Here's a reminder which I hope you all didn't need but part 2 of the Hawaii 5-0/NCIS: LA crossover event aired tonight and it looks like the actor who played the former SPN prophet Chuck is playing the role of the doctor on the run...while I wished that there was a buddy reunion between Sam Hanna and Steve McGarrett, I was definitely enjoying the jealousy that Deeks was exhibiting when it came to Kensi (commenting on her flirting with Danny as well as the alpha-battle of wits with Danny)...still amusing when faced with the end of the world. Anyways, stay tuned for the next chapter and have a great Tuesday! (And don't forget next week's episode of NCIS LA as Densi goes undercover or this week's episode of SPN when Castiel and Meg return!)


Originally Published: May 1, 2012