Sorry about not updating as much as I'd like; my life has gotten very complicated right now, so updates won't be very quick. I promise they will be worth the wait, just not as fast as I'd like. Thank you all for the likes, and comments. They mean a lot. I do not own the rights to either Psych or Supernatural, as much as I absolutely love these characters. Enjoy!

Dean and Sam were at their hotel, changing back into regular hunter garb. Dean grabbed his phone and dialed Juliet's desk while he was putting on his boots. The phone wedged between his shoulder and ear, he smiled as she answered. "Hi, Detective O'Hara, this is Agent Butler again. We just got done talking with Grace Galloway and think we've found a lead."

He could tell her interest was piqued. "You did? That's great; what is it?"

"Well, it actually has to do with a detective who works there; would you happen to know a detective with the first name Carlton?"

"Lassiter? He's my partner. Why? What does he have to do with this?"

"Apparently, he and Grace were together a few times at Wager's Down; they told each other their life stories, had some drinks, sang karaoke—considering all this, is there any chance you could tell us where he went? We really need to know why Grace is being targeted, and he might have some insight as to why." Dean heard shuffling as Juliet scrambled to find where she had jotted down Lassiter's cabin address. It was one of the few places he went to on a regular basis; he told her that he liked to reconnect with nature every once in a while. To clear his head, to ease the stress of the police life. And to hunt. Mostly to hunt. She pulled open one of her desk drawers, and saw the post-it with his cabin address on top of her address book. She relayed the information to Dean, and he managed to grab the hotel stationary to jot it down. "Thank you so much, Detective," he said.

"My first name is Juliet, if you'd rather use that."

"Are you flirting with me, Detective?" Dean asked, smiling at her words.

"Yes; are you available for drinks later?" she queried, knowing she was taking a huge risk with the FBI agent.

Dean looked up at Sam, his eyes catching Sam's. Sam could hear the entire conversation, and rolled his eyes. "What?" he mouthed to Sam.

"Are we going to Lassiter's tonight?" he whispered.

"I dunno; I was thinking maybe start first thing in the morning. It's starting to get late," he said quietly, his hand over the speaker.

"Dude, seriously, you wanna go out with the detective, whatever. It's not my life."

"She could probably get us some more info on Lassiter," Dean offered. Sam squinted at him, then sighed.

"Fine, go; get details, get back here, and we can leave first thing." Dean fist-pumped the air, and went back to the phone call.

"Drinks sound great, Juliet."

Shawn was restless. He couldn't just sit back and not do anything. He called Gus. "Hey, man; what are you working on right now?"

"I'm finding leads for my pharmaceutical job, Shawn; this apartment, my car, and gas don't come free, and we're certainly not making any money on cases right now."

"Okay, well, I'm gonna go and do some digging on our Grace Galloway case, then. Alone." He could hear Gus muttering incoherently. "I'm going to head to the office, maybe talk with Grace." He heard Gus sigh.

"Just wait, Shawn; I'll be there in a half an hour."

Shawn and Gus had gone over their notes on the Grace Galloway case 3 times now, and still couldn't find anything. "Gus, why don't we call Juliet, and see if she has anything?"

"Or I could call Sam and maybe he can tell us if they found something." Shawn tisked, and turned away. "What is your problem with the FBI agents, Shawn? They seem like decent guys."

"That Agent Butler seems a little shifty," Shawn said, turning in his chair and playing with an action figure on his desk. "I just don't know about him."

Gus gave him a side-glance. "I know why you don't like him, but you and Juliet said you two weren't going to date; you can't pick who she likes and doesn't like, Shawn."

Shawn put his action figure down and huffed. "I know, I just wish it wasn't with some guy who's got such a perfect face. She laughed at me, Gus."

"Well, he did get you pretty good with that RC3 comeback." Gus grinned. It was rare, but oh so sweet when it happened.

"You're supposed to be on my side!" Gus just shook his head and dialed the last number on his phone, which he knew was Sam. "Don't call them, Gus; don't—"

"Hi, this is Sam; who is this?" Shawn walked away; he didn't want to talk with either of them.

"Hey, Sam, this is Gus; we were just wondering if you guys had found out anything else about the Grace Galloway case, or if we could help you out in any way."

"No, not that I can recall. We've narrowed it down to a particular person, and for right now, it's confidential. We wanted to thank you both for all of your help with the case, but unfortunately, I don't think we will be needing you after all. Have a great night, Gus. Tell Shawn hi for me."

"Okay, I will; thanks again, Agent." Gus hung up, and shrugged at Shawn. "They said they got a lead, and don't need us anymore."

Shawn stood there with his mouth open. "What do you mean, they don't need us? They use us to get into the police department, and then bail without so much as a thank you?"

"Shawn, they did thank—"

"Unacceptable!" Shawn shouted, slightly angered by the ungrateful agents. "We need to go talk with Juliet about this." Gus sighed, then grabbed his keys and followed Shawn to the Blueberry.