Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Temperance Brennan (Bones), Seeley Booth, others from Bones and Supernatural

Summary: When I saw The Usual Suspects I just saw an opening for a cross-over.

Spoilers: Huge spoiler for 2.07 The Usual Suspects.

Disclaimer: I'm just playing with Eric Krippe's characters from Supernatural and Fox's characters from Bones. No money being made, only my debts are my own (but you're quite welcome to those).

No Beta, so all the mistakes are my own.

Part 3

Booth was going to drop Bones off at the Jeffersonian on the way to his apartment but she reasonably suggested that Hodgins would want to join them for the rest of the journey. So instead they dropped her off at her apartment before continuing.

Booth drove into the underground car park and parked in the space next to his own car, leaving a note for security that it belonged to his guests.

He then went to help Sam get Dean up to his place.

"Hey Dean," Sam was trying to coax his brother from the deep sleep that he was in.

He shook him gently knowing that his brother's reaction could be reactionary to say the least. Dean bolted upright grabbing for the knife which he always kept to hand. "I'm awake," he slurred as his eyes opened not finding the knife.

Sam grinned, "well you are now." He checked his brother's eyes which still seemed glazed. "Do you think you can make it up to the apartment."

Dean looked confused, "what apartment?"

"Agent Booth said we could stay at his place until you feel better," Sam explained quietly trying to help his brother out of the car, as Dean tried to bat him away.

Booth was enjoying the interaction between the brothers but knew they needed to get Dean out of public view before anyone wondered what was going on. His superiors might have sent him to pick up the fugitive but they wouldn't be keen on him taking them home. It was only because Angela wanted to study Dean, purely for the reconstruction work; that had enabled him to persuade his bosses to not take him straight into custody.

"'s ok I can manage," Dean protested as Sam again tried to help him to his feet. Leaning on the door Dean steadied himself before looking at Booth, "so are we standing here or are you leading the way?"

Booth almost grinned at the young man's audacity but turned to Sam, "you better bring your bags up." He then turned back to Dean, "lift's over there," he stated making sure he had a good grip under Dean's right arm to stop him collapsing.

"I don't need," Dean started trying to push the older man off.

"You're in no state to know what you need," Booth interrupted adjusting his grip with a smirk at the futile struggle the boy was putting up. "Now let's get you up stairs."

"So how'd it go," Angela greeted Bones as she made her way to their work area.

"Booth has Dean and Sam Winchester in custody," Bones replied impassively not wanting to be waylaid by trivial gossip about the suspects.

"So what are they like?" Angela enthused trying to get information out of her boss with a wicked grin.

"Angela I don't believe you; they're suspects in a murder investigation," Bones scoffed with a grin as they entered the main research area.

"So is the Impala here for investigation?" Hodgins pried mischievously, itching to get a good look at the car.

"Sometimes you all amaze me," Bones exclaimed. "We're here to facilitate the FBI's investigation not talk about how hot the suspects and their car are."

"So they are hot," Angela interrupted.

"No… Er maybe… That's not the point," Bones continued flustered. "The point is the suspects are the suspects and the car would be just evidence."

"An Impala is never just evidence," Hodgins disagreed disappointed that it had not arrived yet.

"Well it's not here but I do want you to find out what this is," she replied passing the bottle of demon goo to Hodgins.

He looked really interested in the blue substance, "so where did this come from?"

"When Booth apprehended them that was in a wound on the older one's back. I'd just like to know what it is since the younger one didn't want him being treated in hospital," she replied.

Angela looked concerned at the information that one of them was injured, "so where are they now?"

"Booth took them somewhere safe until the older one has recovered enough to help," she conceded without telling them where.

"So not to FBI headquarters," Hodgins surmised.

"It doesn't matter where they are," Bones argued annoyed at his persistence. "I want updates on everything we have so far in an hour and the results on that substance as soon as you have it," she dismissed and went to her office.

"She seem touchy to you?" Hodgins asked Angela after Bones left.

"Just a bit," she agreed. "Wonder what happened."

"That's really got nothing to do with us," Zack protested on behalf of his absent boss."

"You don't think the older one, Dean, made a pass at her, do you?" Hodgins replied with a shrug and mischievous grin.

"Maybe. Or maybe because she's all facts and figures, they tried to convince her she's wrong about witches and ghosts," Angela mused remembering her attitude on another case and how convincing Dean had been on the tape.

Booth fumbled with the keys as he tried to support Dean and unlock his apartment.

"Sammy can do that for you," Dean slurred not knowing where he was or what was going on; the fever had returned and he thought he might be hallucinating as the floor seemed to be moving by itself and he seemed to be floating down the corridor. He was also thinking how nice the guy smelt and that just wasn't normal.

Sam grabbed the keys and opened the door reflexively checking that there was no-one in the corridor watching them enter the apartment.

As soon as the door was closed Dean's legs gave out. "Hey hold on buddy, you're not in bed yet," Booth coaxed with a grin.

"Hey Sammy you'd better take the couch this guy wants to take me to bed," Dean called to his brother, who was standing beside him.

Booth looked horrified at Sam, who nearly burst out laughing. "Fever's back," Sam smirked. "It must be something to do with the fight; that goo must have contained some sort of aphrodisiac." How do you explain to someone not in the business about lust demons, without sounding whacked.

"Well I hope it wears off quick," Booth responded wanting to get the guy into bed and away from him as fast as possible. "I don't swing that way." He wondered if he would need to handcuff Dean to the bed so he didn't escape but decided not to yet.

"Neither does he," Sam replied defending his brother as they half carried him to the bedroom. "He'll be horrified when I tell him about trying to get you into bed when the fever's gone."

"I'll leave you to sort him out," Booth instructed as they sat Dean on the bed.

"Ah, spoil sport," Dean grumbled to Booth's retreating back. "I thought you'd stay and help. You know he really smells nice Sammy."

Booth almost ran from the room hoping that Father Raymond would be there soon.

"Hey Dean tone it down a bit will you?" Sam pleaded with his brother as he started to help him out of his clothes.

"Tone what down," Dean slurred rubbing himself against his brother. "I just wanted to know what he'd feel like against me."

"Dean this is not the time or place," Sam retorted sharply not believing what he was hearing.

Dean pouted as he fell asleep in his brother's arms and Sam removed his outer shirt. Sam lay his brother down and removed his boots and jeans before covering him up and going to find Booth.

Finding Booth in the kitchen Sam apologized, "I'm sorry about that. Although I'm kinda used it, he's been like it for years when he wants to hook up with someone… though they've always been female before," he grinned. "Look I need to go out and get some stuff to clean his wounds; I'll try not to be long."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Booth replied to the taller man. Sam looked annoyed. "For a start you're officially in custody as Dean's accomplice, the FBI know you're in town and should be in the cells; if you're seen out by yourself you could get arrested. Also, I've got someone coming who needs your help."

Sam looked at him confused, "Who would need my help?"

To Booth's relief there was a knock at the door and he didn't have to explain anything before his visitor arrived. He quickly went to the door and left Sam to follow.

"Glad you could come so quickly Father," Booth greeted the visitor.

Sam wondered why Booth's father needed his help; until the man turned into the room and he realized he was indeed a father; a Father of the Catholic Church.

"Ah, you must be Sam Winchester," Father Raymond extended his hand in greeting.

"Yes Father, but I don't understand?" Sam replied thoroughly confused about why Booth would have a Catholic priest coming to visit.

"Oh, Seeley obviously didn't tell you I was coming," he turned to Booth and tutted. "When he called me to ask about demons and shape shifters I knew he had a hunter in custody; it didn't take much deduction to realize it must be Dean and that you'd be with him."

Sam looked confused and curious, "so how do you know about Dean and me?"

"The famous Winchesters, legends in the hunters world," Father Raymond smiled. "I was a good friend of Pastor Jim before he was murdered; we often met up and discussed your father's quest for revenge and how it had affected you and your brother. He was a good friend and I promised him that I would always be there if you needed me. So where is your brother?"

Sam was still baffled; too much information too quickly to process it all.

Booth turned to the Father, "he's through here?" he led the way. "So Father when I called you, you weren't surprised."

"I was surprised when I first heard through a mutual friend of Jim's, but God works in mysterious ways. So I put my trust that you would call and I would be able to help," he replied as they entered the bedroom.

Dean was totally out of it again as he tossed on the bed.

"Umm, how well did you clean the wound?" Father Raymond asked Sam.

"We were short on Holy Water but I did my best, but that was after we were rudely awoken by some people kicking the door in," he replied realizing that Booth was listening to everything.

"Well let's get it cleaned again," the priest responded calmly indicating that Sam should help him remove Dean's T-shirt and bandage, ignoring Booth's presence.

As soon as they started moving Dean he started talking. "Hey Sammy you're back and brought a friend too. You sly dog, didn't know you were into threesomes." He turned to look at the older man, "and a man of the cloth too, you'll never get to heaven," he smirked at his brother.

Sam regarded his brother with a mixture of confusion, amusement and indignation.

Father Raymond laughed, "so it was a lust demon? Did Dean get covered in goo as you sent it back to hell?"

Sam looked at him, "Not covered but it got into a wound I didn't know he'd got." Sam looked annoyed that his brother had hidden such an important wound from him, forgetting that he had also been covered and they were both too tired to think about Dean's wound the previous night.

"That partly explains it," the priest replied as they finished getting Dean's T-shirt off. "Your brother is probably more like the original target for the reaction to be so severe."

Sam frowned; batting Dean's hands away as they were groping him, "what do you mean?"

"The demon was probably summoned by some silly girl thinking it would get her favorite popstar or actor to come and sweep her off her feet," he explained.

"Oh come on they don't really believe that shit, do they?" Sam asked still trying to get Dean to stop groping him.

"Some do. Just as well they don't work otherwise the latest idols would never have time to work being pulled from one deranged fan to another," he smiled. "Unfortunately having summoned the demon some of them are bound until the person gets what they want. Obviously whoever summoned didn't make their intention clear and give the demon a termination date, so anyone like the dream man is continuing to be overcome by lust for whoever is nearby."

"I wonder who this was started over?" Sam mused still trying to stop his brother rubbing against his crotch.

"Could be anyone? I'm not really up on who's the latest heart throb. It depends what the person summoning the demon included usually it's things like looks, personality, height, wealth but sometimes they just use a name or what they want the person to help them with," the priest replied.

Booth was stood in the doorway listening and not sure he believed any of it, but he did trust the priest. He was amused at Sam' predicament but felt sorry for him. Grabbing his cuffs he cuffed Dean's hands to the headboard, winking at Sam.

"Thanks," Sam said as Dean struggled.

"Not fair," Dean complained rubbing his head along Sam's arm.

"If you don't stop wriggling, I'll have to sedate you," the priest told Dean.

Dean tried to stop but couldn't and the priest carried out his threat. As soon as Dean had relaxed the priest finished cleaning his wound and got Booth to release the cuffs.

"I think the wound has allowed the demon to enthrall his whole system, normally it would be more subtle and wear off once the subject had fulfilled what is expected of them. Since that won't happen with Dean I'm going to hook up a special saline drip, it should clear it out by morning," the priest informed them as he prepared Dean for the drip.

"Special saline drip?" Sam asked glad that his brother was now out of it again.

"Yeah, it's made with holy water, so it'll keep him hydrated and destroy whatever is in his system," the priest explained.

"Will he remember?" Sam asked looking forward to the tease factor this would allow him.

"Unfortunately for him, he'll remember everything, eventually," the priest confirmed as he finished tidying his things away. "Seeley you wanted to know whether a shape shifter existed?" he turned to the older man as they left Dean to sleep.

Sam looked at Booth, "what you believe Dean?"

Booth looked from the priest to Sam, "let's say I'm willing to give him the benefit of a doubt if someone can collaborate his story. Why else do you think you're here and not at FBI headquarters and locked in a cell? The file on your brother is thick with infringements as well as murder, there's enough that most courts would convict. But most of the cases have something that doesn't read right, so when Bones team came up with something strange with the St. Louis dead Dean Winchester I got the bosses to agree to you being in my custody and not in the cells if you agreed to help."

"We hardly agreed to help," Sam replied, "Dean just wasn't in a fit state to run."

"I know but hopefully you can persuade him not to run," Booth stated. "Unless you're in my company or at the Jeffersonian you're fair game to be arrested and charged."

They left Dean to sleep as the priest continued to tell Booth about some of the things that he and the hunters had encountered. Sam added anecdotes of hunts that he had been on including details about the shape shifter and what had happened. Sam enjoyed having someone outside of Dean to talk about their weird life and understand it. Booth was totally confused about everything he was hearing but prepared to accept some of it especially when they explained about vengeful spirits.

They talked until the priest declared it was time he left and Sam went to check on Dean. He sat in a chair where he could watch Dean but not be too close.

Bones had been contemplating what had been said by Dean in the car, 'don't mock until you've seen one'. They already knew the 'bones' in the coffin weren't like anything they'd seen before; was it a different species that was like a chameleon. She was brought out of her thoughts by a knock on the door.

"Angela what's the problem?" she asked politely.

"No problem," Angela smiled, "just thought you might like the results where we can show you why we've come up with our answers."

Dr Brennan smiled, "that's very cryptic. Ok I'll be right with you," she replied getting up from her desk.

When she joined them at Angela's workstation Angela put up a projection of the reconstructed head. "As you can see this looks like more than one head, but we know only one body was buried. The most prominent looks like the picture of Dean Winchester," she pressed a few keys and that part of the head separated from the rest. "Then we checked with the confession tape again and got in touch with the St. Louis police to have pictures of previous suspects in the case." She pressed a few more keys and the head separated into five heads each showing enough that pictures of the other suspects could be superimposed on them."

Dr Brennan looked at the results and was speechless. "You mean you found all these faces in those remains?"

"Yeah, originally it didn't make sense, but when we listened to the tape again and we thought, what if he was telling the truth about a shape shifter," Angela replied.

"But there's no such thing," Dr Brennan dismissed.

"Maybe," Hodgins agreed, "but it seems to fit the facts and who's to say we've discovered all the species on the planet. They're still discovering new species in Flores, Papua New Guinea and South America, so why not here?"

"I'll consider it," she replied dismissively. "What about that substance I asked you to analyze?" she asked him.

"Now that was really interesting, I've never seen anything quite like it," he enthused. "Such a complex mix of chemicals with different release rates. If that stuff gets into your system it would really mess you up."

"Yes ok… so what is it?" she interrupted.

"It's not one thing," he replied passionately waving his arms at each of his descriptions. "First it would make the victim incredibly tired, like a slow acting sleeping tablet. Then it would add flu like symptoms, maybe even causing blackouts. But it's the final part that is really interesting…" he strung out as he waited for Bones expected complaint.

"So what is it?" she snapped.

"It's a powerful aphrodisiac which will have the victim only able to respond to the person who was with them when they got zapped," he grinned at her disbelieving expression. "It's like the ultimate love potion, a drop of this in someone's drink and they become totally devoted to you. The initial effects take a while to wear off but then the perfect partner."

"Oh please," Bones protested, "you're not trying to convince me that mumbo jumbo spell potions exist and work."

"I'm just telling you what I found," Hodgins protested. "Guess we'll have to wait until Booth brings the Winchester's here to find out whether it really works."

Tbc