"Broken Bonds"

Chapter 8: Lousy Loophole

A/N #1: I wasn't originally going to post today because of the status of the next chapter but my gut is telling me otherwise so you all get a new update today!

A/N #2: Once again, thank you to everyone who has gained an interest to this story, it really means the world to me and to all those reviewers; your comments inspire me to write more so thank you for taking the time and leaving your thoughts. Also, if you haven't noticed already, I've added an image cover to this story and I know it's small but if you want to see a bigger version, check out my LiveJournal account because the image will be on my "FFN Master List" as well as the "Broken Bonds Master List". Anyways, enjoy!


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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Late Afternoon – Los Angeles, California – Road

After Dean had returned from making his phone call, Eric had confirmed that their demon dealer was at the restaurant Marsha and the others had met him at so nothing was stopping them from getting in their cars and heading off.

Dean and Kensi immediately headed towards the Impala while Callen and Deeks were trailing behind them. There was a disagreement or two about whose car they would take with them, but Dean and Kensi were adamant when it came to the Impala being one of the cars…after all, they needed the arsenal that was in the classic's trunk.

Before Deeks could argue even further, Callen dragged the detective to his car. The senior agent could already tell that sticking Deeks in the same car as Dean and Kensi would not be a productive move.

The Impala was already leaving the Boatshed's parking lot before Callen and Deeks were even settled which left the detective in a foul mood.

During the drive, Dean informed Kensi of the lack of change in his brother's condition before they discussed Kensi's cover when it came to reeling the demon dealer in.

The conversation in the other car, on the other hand, had nothing to do with the plan they would have to execute once they arrived at the restaurant.

"You know if you keep this up, it'll take her even longer to forgive you." Callen pointed out after driving for ten minutes.

"I've got it under control." Deeks grumbled as he kept his eyes on his side window. He was still fuming over the fact that he was in a car with Callen instead of being in the same car as Dean and Kensi…who knew what they were talking about in the privacy of that car.

Callen snickered as he took in Deek's sulking attitude. "It doesn't look like it and attacking Dean like you did isn't helping you out either."

Deeks groaned. "I didn't attack him."

"Well you didn't exactly welcome him either." Callen retorted back as he followed the coordinates that Eric had sent to their phones (the same was done for Dean and Kensi).

Deeks scoffed as he turned to face the senior agent. "What like you did? We can't trust him Callen!"

"Can't or won't Deeks?" Callen could easily see that Deeks was thinking personally over thinking things out professionally. The agent couldn't really blame the detective (what with the rocky dynamic these last few weeks) yet now was not the time for it.

Deek's brow furrowed, out of confusion. "Is there a difference?"

"You tell me." Callen said with a small shoulder shrug. "Hetty and Kensi trust Dean…Eric seems to as well. The least we can do, is give the guy a chance." He explained as he shifted his attention between Deeks and the road.

"We know nothing about him. For all we know, he could be in cahoots with this dealer." Deeks protested with his hands waving around.

Callen snickered; Deeks could be really dramatic at times. "Wow…jealousy really messes with your head man."

"I'm not jealous." Deeks denied as he avoided looking at Callen. He wasn't going to admit to his teammate that he was jealous; it wasn't new to him that he would get jealous when other guys were around Kensi but he wasn't going to outright admit that. No way.

Callen smirked. "Sure you aren't."

"I'm not. I just don't trust the guy." Deeks firmly declared as he glared at the Impala a few cars in front of them; Callen was able to catch up to Dean a few blocks ago.

"You mean you don't trust him with Kensi." Callen quipped as they got closer to the restaurant.

Deeks scoffed. "And you do?"

"You're deflecting."

"So are you."

Callen let lose a few chuckles before he decided to humor the detective with his observation. "From what I saw, they care a lot about each other and they have this familiarity between them that has me assuming that they've known each other for a long time so yes…I'm saying I do trust Dean with Kensi." He explained as he pulled up into the restaurant's parking lot.

Deeks huffed. "Well I don't see it." He stated; he was in complete denial when it came to the connection between Dean and Kensi. He didn't want to think that some guy out there knew his partner better than himself.

Callen rolled his eyes. "You keep telling yourself that." He stated before he parked his car, turned off his vehicle and got himself linked up to Operations. "Eric, do you hear me?" He tested as Deeks did the same thing a few seconds later.

"Read you loud and clear guys." Eric replied through their communication links.

"It's about damn time too." Dean said grumpily over the links before a loud smack was heard. "Will you quit that? Just because you're a girl doesn't mean I won't retaliate." It was obvious to anyone listening that Dean was talking to Kensi.

"You've got nothing." They heard her taunt him over the communication links.

Dean laughed. "Really? How about I tell your friends about the time during junior year when you had that trip to-" He wasn't able to finish as a few shuffles were heard over the link which prevented Dean's words from being heard.

"Don't you dare." Kensi growled before more shuffles could be heard.

"Hit me again and we'll see what I say." Dean challenged before the connection went silent. Everyone could only guess that the duo were in some sort of staring contest now.

Eric cleared his throat before he intervened. "Um guys, could we get back to the plan?"

With a few muttered apologies, the plan was summarized for everyone before they got into their positions.


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Night – Los Angeles, California – Uncle Dietz's Restaurant

Callen went inside the restaurant first as a regular customer while Deeks headed inside through the backdoor as he would pose as one of the employees. With Eric's confirmation, Deeks had set out to take the bartender position to help with Kensi's cover so when he came across the manager and the actual bartender, he showed his badge before stating that he needed to take over the position for the night (surveillance was his excuse). The manager didn't mind since someone would still be working the bar but the bartender was hesitant…that is until Deeks used his snitch money to pay the employee the money he would have earned if he stayed on the shift. So after ten minutes, Deeks was in position as he managed the small bar in the restaurant. From there, he could see the whole restaurant perfectly.

Once the guys had eyes on the dealer, Kensi would make her appearance as a grieving woman who was on the edge of breaking down from losing her love. They hoped that her hysterical reaction and crushed mentality would draw the demon to her in hopes that her mental state would mean an easy deal for him (after all, emotional instability tends to drive people to do things they'd never do…Dean's deal to save Sam was a prime example of that).

While the trio were inside, Dean would remain in the car as he'd watch the restaurant's security footage from Kensi's tablet (all thanks to Eric). He couldn't step foot inside the place until he was sure that they captured their demon but the hunter was ready. Ruby's demon-killing knife was safely placed inside his jacket pocket so when he saw that it was time to move in, he could get there without hesitating.

Now all the hunter had to do was wait.

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Luckily for the group, the dealer had noticed Kensi the moment she had entered the restaurant; he was drawn in not only by her beauty but by her attempt to hold herself together while in a public place.

The dealer didn't approach her immediately as he was wrapping up a party he had put together for his client but he kept his eye on her as she headed for the bar. He noticed her downcast gaze as she ordered her drink while she ignored the bartender as he checked her out. He watched as she downed her first drink without hesitating before she ordered another. With every drink she consumed, he could see her walls crumble as he saw the slight shaking of her shoulders start to become more visible, followed by a discreet wave to her eyes (to no doubt stop any tears from making an appearance on her face).

He couldn't help the internal smile that formed inside him as he found his next client.

With a quick excuse to his current client to leave the dwindling party, he headed straight for the beautiful yet broken woman. He had a deal to make with her.

At first, the woman brushed him off as she wanted nothing to do with the male species but when he said free drinks and that he knew of a way to end her pain, that seemed to perk her interest no matter how drunk or broken she was. He could always count on humans when it came to their curiosity.

The dealer smiled as he motioned for the woman to have a seat at one of the tables instead of having her on a barstool; he didn't need her passing out on him before he sealed the deal with her.

The woman slumped into her seat before she finished off another drink. The dealer motioned to the bartender for another drink for the lady before he took the seat across from her. Nothing was said between them as they waited for her drink and it was only until the bartender was far enough away from them did the dealer start their conversation by asking her why she was so glum.

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Deeks carried out his duties behind the bar as he listened to Kensi relay her cover story in a broken yet drunken manner to the dealer. To his surprise, she was using bits of her history with Jack as inspiration for her cover sob story. Dean had mentioned earlier through the earwigs that her desire had to be something that was impossible to obtain, something she could only dream about. Deeks thought the whole dying-love was the route she was going to take but his partner surprised him (even though no one would be able to tell from his facial expression).

In between a few held back sobs, Kensi was telling their demonic dealer how she was literally on the edge with her long-term relationship and how she wished that he'd be the guy she fell for from the start of their relationship. She emphasized how she fell in love with her courageous, sweet and loving boyfriend of seven years (basically a guy that every girl dreamed of ending up with; her prince charming) only to have him return from a tour in Iraq as a completely different man because of his PTSD; he was now a violent and unpredictable man who she couldn't leave after everything they've been through together. She pointed out that she tried to leave him, but she was never able to get free of him (physically and emotionally).

The detective discreetly watched as the dealer took everything the brunette said in; he even found himself being impressed by how well she was pulling off this broken/drunk cover. If it weren't for the fact that Deeks knew that Kensi was consuming water instead of the vodka they were letting everyone believe, he'd really think she was a drunk, broken girl who was sharing her pain with the first stranger that asked her; she was that good.

Now don't get him wrong; Deeks knew that his partner's an extraordinary undercover agent (or in Callen's words; a true operator)…it just always blew his mind away whenever he saw her in action like this. No matter what situations they got themselves into, he always enjoyed watching how she'd handle them.

Communications over the earwigs remained silent while Kensi was still conversing with the crossroads demon yet every member's eyes remained on her. Whether they were from within the restaurant or through the security feeds, there were a set of eyes on that conversation.

Just when they thought their time was running out, they caught a lucky break when the dealer's party client was requesting his presence so that they could wrap up their party event before the restaurant truly closed. Before the dealer excused himself from Kensi, he requested for the bartender to continuing adding drinks to his tab for the brunette before he walked away to deal with his previous client.

The trio maintained their covers as they watched the dealer walk away before Eric gave them the signal.

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The demon couldn't be more eager to return to his potential client; he was just about to seal the deal before his previous client wanted to give her payment for his party services; he may be a demon, but he still has to maintain a mortal cover while on Earth.

When he returned to the main dining room of the restaurant, he saw the place was empty except for the woman as she played with the rim of her empty glass. The corners of his lips curved up just a bit before he returned to his seat. "Sorry about that…now where were we sweetie?"

She hesitated a bit; as if she were trying to sober up enough to answer him. "Payment but I still don't see how you can do something like that." She stated with a slur as she blinked a few times to rid herself of her blurry vision.

The demon grinned. "So you've made your decision then?" When he only received a blank look from her, he couldn't help but sigh. "About which scenario you wanted; complete freedom from him or to have the man you once fell in love with back." He elaborated before he watched her brow scrunch up as she concentrated. He sighed again; while he loved how easy making deals with drunks were, he hated this forgetfulness factor that came with mortals being drunk.

"They're worth the same though right?" She asked slowly as she fought off her drunken state for just a little bit longer.

The demon let lose a light chuckle. "Yes, I'll come to collect in the near future so you don't have to worry about that now."

She bit her bottom lip before she gave him a slow nod of her head. "Number two then…"

"Excellent. You're making the right choice." He told her in a reassuring manner even though he wanted to do another victory dance. This city was a deal-making gold mine.

"So what now? Do I shake your hand, go home and find him back to his old self again?" She slurred again as she swayed a bit in her seat before she gripped the table to stop herself from moving. He thought she'd pass out at any moment so he had to hurry the proceedings along.

"Not quite; my deals are sealed with a kiss."

Her brow furrowed just a bit. "That's it?"

The demon nodded. "That's it. One kiss and he'll be back to his old self by the time you see him next."

"Promise?" She whispered as she slowly stood up and walked towards the dealer; her hand trailed along the table top as it helped her keep her balance.

The demon nodded as he stood up and took a step back from the table so that she could lean against it. He may be a demon who was about to collect another soul but the least he could do was let her keep a semblance of balance in her state. "Promise. Now pucker up sweetheart."

He waited as she took a shy step towards him for the kiss. He closed his eyes out of anticipation but instead of feeling her lips on his, he heard a piece of metal clink together before he heard her step to the side. He opened his eyes just in time to see the metal lighter in her hand ignite before she dropped it to the ground as she stepped back another step. Confusion washed over his face until the lighter hit the ground and lit up the carpet in a peculiar pattern. It didn't take long for the demon to realize that the charred design in the carpet was actually a devil's trap.

The demon's head snapped up to glare at the brunette but he was stunned when he saw a smirk plastered on her lips with a mischievous look in her mismatched eyes; her face left no trace of the intoxicated state she was in moments ago.

"For the record, I'm not your sweetheart." She stated with a scowl as she circled the dealer that was now trapped and rendered powerless inside the devil's trap.

The demon mimicked her movements within the circle and he was stunned to see that they weren't alone anymore as three guys now stood just behind the brunette.

"Blueberry vodka; the answer to all of life's problems." The blonde declared as he (and the other two guys) stepped forward so that they stood by the brunette's side. It was then that the demon recognized that this blonde as the bartender that was serving them earlier as he held a half empty bottle of blueberry vodka in his hands.

With a quick glance towards the other two guys, he recognized the man with a pseudo-buzz cut as one of the last remaining customers before he left the room. The guy in the middle, on the other hand, was a face that all demons knew by memory.

"Dean Winchester. This is really thrilling…hey, can I have your autograph?" The demon rambled with a smirk as the hunter in question took a step forward; he now stood between the demon and the brunette.

Dean smirked at the captured demon as he pulled out Ruby's knife from his inside jacket pocket. "Sure. Yeah, I'll carve it into your spleen." He threatened as he started to circle around the devil's trap while giving the demon a once over. "So you're the one that's running the scams in this town."

"Well, how do you ever mean Dean?" The demon innocently questioned as his eyes followed the hunter's movements.

Instead of Dean being the one to answer, Kensi beat him to it as he slowly made his way around the devil's trap. "Signing ten year deals only to have them killed off a week later." The brunette sneered as she crossed her arms over her chest. Callen kept his eyes on the trapped demon while Deeks did the same thing while shifting the vodka bottle between his hands. They still couldn't believe that a demon could look so...normal.

The demon shook his head. "Well I would never. No. Rules of the road; can't lay a hand on any of my clients." He explained seriously as he gradually shifted his attention among the four people who trapped him. He had to hand it to them, especially the woman, he didn't have a clue that he was getting played.

Dean glared as he stood just outside the trap's markings. "I'm well aware of those rules yet here we are. Now the question is…why the sudden change from your usual crossroads' shtick?" He fiercely asked with the blade firmly in his hand. All Dean needed to do was either exorcise the demon back to Hell or he had to stab the demon with Ruby's knife to permanently kill him. The hunter was favoring the latter option at the current moment. He hated crossroads demons.

The demon rolled his eyes before he focused on Dean. "No change…it's called a loophole, you moron. Yes, when a person bargains away his soul, he gets a decade…technically but accidents happen."

"Which is where your lackey comes in." Kensi interrupted as she took a step towards Dean; Callen and Deeks mimic her movement out of reflex.

The demon was stunned that they knew about his accomplice before he schooled his features into an innocent expression. "Well what can I say; if I can't get my hands dirty, it pays to have a capable intern at my disposal who can."

Before Eric could warn the gang over their communication links, the quartet were flung backwards into the other room by an invisible force. Dean got tossed into a pillar which led to him losing his grip on the knife along the way; Callen got thrown into a cleaning cart by the bar; Deeks got flung across a table before he managed to hit the floor while Kensi was thrown into the wall closest to her.

Back in Operations, Eric shouted for the quartet to get up and fight back as he watched the restaurant's security feed.

The blonde lackey from Dodger Stadium and Mutual Freedom Insurance (the one behind the invisible force) was working on freeing the demonic dealer by breaking the pattern's connection in the carpet. The devil's trap was rendered useless moments later after the lackey rubbed out a thin portion of the pattern with his foot.

Before Dean was able to gather his bearings enough to get to his knife, the dealer appeared before him with a sinister smirk on his face. Dean gave a silent curse as he stood, taking note of Kensi doing the same thing out of the corner of his eyes. Before the hunter could straighten himself out fully, he discreetly reached inside his jacket, unscrewed his flask and quickly flung its contents onto the demon as he righted himself.

The demon hissed and recoiled as the holy water (the liquid inside Dean's hidden flask) made contact with his skin. Dean started chanting the exorcism but he was cut off when the demon lunged for Dean's throat to cut off his air supply. The hunter struggled to get free but it only worsened when the demon tightened his grip.

While Dean was struggling to breathe, Callen regained consciousness only to open his eyes to see the lackey heading towards him. He fumbled for his gun that was still tucked into the back of his pants before he pointed it at the lackey; he just gave a sinister smirk to the agent as he looked down at the gun as his eyes momentarily flickered to black.

Callen's eyes widened as he looked into the pitch black stare of the lackey before both their attentions were diverted to the fumbling noises just behind them. Callen's focus remained on the lackey while his moved to a dizzy Deeks.

Before the detective could wrap his head around what was happening, the lackey used his telekinesis to bash Deeks' head into the table, knocking the detective unconscious before he turned his attention back to the senior agent. Before he knew it, Callen's gun was out of his hands before he found himself clutching his throat when he felt his airway closing up. Instinctually, he clawed at his throat in hopes that it would alleviate the restriction yet he knew that it was no use as there wasn't anything physically blocking his airway.

As Callen was reaching the brink of unconsciousness (Dean didn't look like he was faring too well either), the senior agent felt the restriction suddenly disappear. He inhaled deeply as he watched the lackey's insides ignite as if his whole internal system had caught on fire. The body dropped in seconds to reveal a panting Kensi.

Callen watched as Kensi quickly moved to remove the knife (which he recognized as Dean's knife) she used to kill the lackey from his back before she threw it to Dean. The hunter caught the weapon with ease before he moved it to the demon's neck. The demon's grip loosened instantly once he felt the wet metal pressed against his throat. The feeling just had the demon move away from the hunter but Dean wouldn't have that as he made sure the knife was still at the demon's jugular.

When Kensi noticed that Dean had the demon covered, she immediately went over to help Callen up. After he reassured her that he was fine, he gestured for her to check on their unconscious liaison; she only complied after Callen reassured her that he would watch Dean's back.

As Kensi was checking her partner's pulse (which was strong), Callen was brought back into Dean's interrogation with the demon when he mentioned additional deals being made. Apparently, the demonic dealer had made more than they realized; fifteen to be exact.

"Call them off or I'll cut my own loophole into your throat!" Dean threatened after hearing that fifteen souls were at risk of permanently ending up in Hell (well technically thirteen souls since the demon managed to collect the first two).

The demon had a retort ready for the hunter but he paled instantly. "Oh crap."

Dean snickered as he pressed the knife against the demon's skin again. "Yeah, you said it. You're in for a world…"

The hunter never got to finish his comeback as a voice from behind him interrupted the hunter. "Hello Dean."

Dean tensed before he glanced over his shoulder to see none other than Crowley, the current king of Hell.

Oh crap indeed.


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Episode Disclaimer: Any recognizable Supernatural aspects/dialogue comes from [7x08 – "Season Seven, Time for a Wedding!"].


A/N #3: And there you have it! The team definitely had their work cut out for them. What do you think Crowley wants? That answer will definitely be revealed next chapter but let me know in a review on what you think! For you SPN fans, I'll tell you that something else replaces the Leviathan talk in the original episode. Also what did you think about the talk between Callen and Deeks? Or the little bicker-snippet between Kensi and Dean? Can you guess their 'relationship' now? How was Kensi's trick on the dealer? Either way, let me know what you think!


Originally Published: June 9, 2012