"Broken Bonds"

Chapter 9: Destroy Them

A/N #1: How is everyone doing this weekend? I hope you are all spending it with family (in some way) in honor of today being Father's Day. I know that I had many dinners out with my family for the past two days to celebrate before us 'kids' had to get back to studying for our exams.

A/N #2: Thank you for everyone that is reading this story and who have left their thoughts for me to read! It truly means the world to me to know that people are interested in such an uncommon cross that I've created between SPN and NCIS: LA. THANK YOU! A shout-out for kenmac for her lengthy reviews and enthusiastic questions and a shout-out to Enx2103 for giving me my 50th review for the story!

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

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

Oh crap.

The new addition to the room caught the agents' attentions as they focused on the well-dressed newcomer. Callen made no sudden moves as he righted himself up while Kensi slowly walked closer as she stood between Callen and Dean (who still had his knife to the demon's throat). Kensi couldn't help but feel relieved that Deeks wasn't awake for this; there was no doubt that he'd make a comment that would put them at a disadvantage.

Crowley briefly scanned the room and he was surprised (although he didn't show it) that the three conscious humans before him were the only ones present. "I'm surprised to see you here without your brother Dean but then again, you seem to have someone filling in his spot perfectly." The demon commented as his focus diverted to the brunette. The demon did have to hand it to the hunter; she seemed like a real keeper.

Kensi scowled as the demon checked her out. "You must be Crowley." She stated with a glare as she remembered all of Dean's stories of his encounter with Crowley. While this demon may have helped the brothers take down Lucifer, which she is grateful for, that doesn't mean she was going to welcome him with a fruit basket. He's lucky she doesn't fire off some iron rounds at him just for kicks.

Crowley smirked as he looked the brunette in her mismatched gaze. "And you're the forbidden Winchester…I've been dying to meet you darling." The demon's smirk widened when he noticed both Dean and Kensi's bodies tense up. Callen couldn't help the puzzled look that graced his face. Forbidden Winchester?

"What are you talking about?" Dean gritted out fiercely as his grip on the knife tightened. If Crowley knew about Kensi, Dean was afraid who else might know about her too.

The new king of Hell rolled his eyes. "I think that's a story for another time." He dismissed but the hunter wouldn't allow that as he immediately pressed the knife into the dealer's jugular.

"You start talking or I'll Colombian necktie your little friend here." Dean threatened as he glared at the demon; the very demon who made the hunter go after Alphas for the past few months for Sam's soul, only to learn that the deal was a flop. If Dean still had Crowley's bones, he'd torch the sucker in an instant.

"Please, don't let him get off that easy." Crowley stated calmly, as if he didn't just grant Dean permission to execute one of his minions.

The demonic hostage gave his boss a wide eye stare. "Sir, I don't think that you…"

Crowley sighed as his head made a disappointed shake. "I know exactly what you've been doing. A little birdie named Jackson sold you out. He emailed me all the juicy deets to my suggestion box." He explained before his eyes landed on the dead blonde lackey that Kensi had knifed in the back to save Callen. "I assume…that's my whistle-blower?" When no one answered (they just all looked at the dead body instead), the king sighed. "Shame…had a future. Unfortunately, you don't."

"I was just…" The dealer wasn't able to say anything more in his defense before Crowley cut him off.

"There's only one rule; make a deal and keep it." Crowley reminded his minion in a tone that left no room for argument.

It didn't seem like the minion got the message as he tried to defend his actions once again but the king wouldn't have that. Luckily the humans were smart enough to stay quiet during this demonic scolding.

"There is a reason we don't call our chips in early…consumer confidence." Crowley continued as his temper started to rise. "This isn't Wall Street! This is Hell!" He shouted his point across before he simmered down just a bit. "We have a little something called integrity. This gets out, who'll deal with us? Nobody! Then where are we?"

"I…I don't know." The minion answered a little shamefully while avoiding eye contact with his boss.

"That's right. You don't…because you're a stupid, short-sighted little prat." Crowley ended his scolding before he focused on Dean. "Now, hand the jackass over. I'll cancel every deal he's made."

"What are you gonna do with him?" Dean questioned without hesitation. He didn't want to give the demon back only to have him resurface in another town somewhere.

"Make an example out of him. Fair trade right? We all go our separate ways…no harm done." Crowley pointed out calmly as he looked between the three humans; mainly Dean and Kensi.

Kensi scoffed; she couldn't help it. "What, out of the goodness of your heart?"

Crowley clicked his tongue against his front teeth as he made a tsk-ing sound. "Is that any way to speak to the very demon that's making sure that you continue to live a fairly normal life?" He taunted with a quirk of his eyebrow.

Dean snarled while Kensi glared at the demon. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Crowley chuckled as he looked to the oldest Winchester. "Hasn't it ever occurred to you why she hasn't been used as leverage against you after all these years?" He quipped and he was instantly pleased with the scowl that appeared on the hunter's face.

"I'm not in the mood for your guessing games Crowley." Dean declared as he gritted his teeth while trying not to accidentally slit the minion's throat. The leverage thought had crossed his mind a time or two…he just wasn't ready to hear what the demon knew.

"But this is more fun." The King of Hell stated with a chuckle as he watched the emotional walls in both Winchesters slowly unfold before his eyes. The other human remained confused as he watched the scene unfold before him.

"Crowley!" Dean growled as he pressed the knife a little further into the minion's throat; one small movement was all he needed to make in order to cut the flesh beneath his blade.

Crowley sighed. "If you insist…your father didn't just bargain his soul for yours Dean."

"I know that. He gave up the colt as well. It took me years after Bela took it before I found out that you had it." Dean stated with a narrowed glance at the demon.

Crowley chuckled as he remembered the first time he met the Winchester brothers in person. "Ah yes, good times but I wasn't referring to the colt." He said before he shifted his attention towards Kensi.

"Me?" Kensi asked when Crowley went a few minutes without taking his eyes off of her.

The king smirked. "Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner." Crowley quipped as he watched Dean and Kensi give each other wide eyed stares.

"You're telling me that my dad sold his soul to save my life and to grant Kensi what? Immunity?" Dean questioned skeptically after a while; the news didn't sit well with him yet it did make sense in the long run.

"Well he had to give up the colt as well but yes, that's pretty much it." Crowley corrected before he continued on. "The complete demonic immunity clause was a bit much but it was granted since John agreed to have his soul taken to hell immediately after he saw for himself that you had indeed recovered." He calmly explained as if he didn't just deliver a family bombshell to the remaining members.

"I've been free of it because of him?" Kensi asked after being silent since the demon had confirmed her suspicions. All these years she just thought she was free of the supernatural because she knew what to avoid. It turns out that she wasn't safe because of her actions but because of a deal that John Winchester had made while in the process of saving Dean's life. While his son was dying, he still thought about her and her safety.

Crowley gave the agent/hunter an affirmative nod but that wasn't enough for her.

"Why give the immunity only to me?"

Crowley scoffed; he wasn't going to answer such a ridiculous question but Dean repeated the question a little more fiercely. The demon rolled his eyes before he relented. "No demon in their right mind would place an immunity like that on three hunters such as yourselves. That's suicide for us if we can't hurt you but you can hurt us. Besides, Azazel pulled the same deal with Mary all those years ago so why not let history repeat itself?"

Dean and Kensi didn't know what to say to that; it was a lot to take in for them. They knew that John Winchester was a lot of things and Dean had always hated that his father had sacrificed himself to save him but to learn that he had incorporated a safety clause for Kensi when she wasn't even hunting with them anymore… it truly showed that John did have his family on his mind instead of his revenge against Azazel.

When Crowley didn't see any sort of reaction from the Winchesters, he let loose a frustrating sigh. "You humans make no sense at times. I told you want you wanted to know, now are we done here?" He commented before getting back to the reason why he was there in the first place.

"Rip up the contracts first." Dean demanded without missing a beat. He was able to push the latest news of his family to the back of his mind as they had business to deal with first. He could analyze the new discovery later with Kensi over a new batch of beer.

Crowley snapped his fingers before he declared to the humans that the minion's contracts were dissolved. When it was Dean's turn to deliver, the minion started to protest but a hard shove shut him up as he approached his demonic boss.

"Always a pleasure." Crowley said before he and his minion disappeared before the humans' eyes.

Dean, Kensi and Callen gave a sigh of relief before they heard movement behind them, only to find Deeks trying to right himself as he rubbed the back of his head. "What'd I miss?" He stated a bit groggily as he looked between the others.

Dean groaned. "You've got to be kidding me."

Kensi chuckled with a shrug of her shoulders before she went to check on Deeks. Callen smirked when he noticed that Deeks' mood seemed to have perked up the moment Kensi was by his side.

Dean shook his head before he clicked on his earwig piece a few times to make sure that it was still in place and working after the physical ordeal he went through with the demonic minion. "Eric, tell Sam that Mrs Burrows is free to go and that her contract has been dissolved...but keep tabs on her and the others just to make sure." He stated while tucking Ruby's knife away. Callen took the time to retrieve his forgotten gun that the lackey managed to take away from him earlier.

"Will do Dean." Eric stated before Dean ended the connection by clicking his earwig piece off.

"So what now?" Callen questioned after returning to Dean's side. He wasn't going to disturb his fellow agents as one checked over the other for injuries and vice versa. He was just thankful that their communication links had turned off during the scuffle; he didn't think he could handle their bantering right now.

"We salt and burn Blondie before we leave." The hunter stated as he pointed to the dead body.

Callen's brow furrowed out of confusion. "Why?"

"I don't need his ass coming back to haunt us. Salting and burning a body makes sure that they cross over to the afterlife. You really don't want a vengeful spirit going on a killing spree." Dean explained as he grabbed a few of the salt canisters that were knocked over when Callen was thrown into the cart earlier. The hunter pocketed the canisters before moving towards the dead body.

"Alright…if you say so." Callen stated before he moved to help Dean move the body to the restaurant's alleyway.

Eric had told Callen through his earwig connection that it would be the best cover for them since there was only one camera that covered the lot and it wasn't in a good place to begin with so they were safe to burn the body there. Callen was still a bit uncomfortable with burning a body under these circumstances but Dean was the expert when it came to this stuff so the agent continued to lend his assistance.

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

The demon's body had been burning for quite some time in the back alley of the restaurant as Dean and Callen kept their eyes on it. While preparing the pyre, Callen had learned that salting and burning the body like they had done was also considered a hunter's funeral among their trade since no hunter wanted to come back as something they were trained to kill. In return, Callen informed Dean about what was going on inside the restaurant (Eric had relayed to him that Kensi and Deeks were trying to clean up their mess as best they could) before he cut off his connection with Operations.

The hunter and the senior agent watched the pyre burn in silence for quite a while before Callen found the courage to breach a subject he knew he shouldn't meddle in.

"So, do you mind explaining that whole forbidden Winchester crap?" Callen questioned calmly even though his mind was racing with all sorts of possibilities. He pieced together that Dean had to be a Winchester but that left Callen to wonder what that meant for Kensi. Were they siblings? Half-siblings? Distant relatives of some kind? Married? That last one was a bit of a stretch but it was still a possibility (hell, if the last one ended up being the case, Callen wasn't going to stop until he got some definite answers from Kensi about that).

Dean chuckled. He was wondering when he'd be asked that. "Do I have to?"

"It would be nice." Callen countered with an expectant glance.

Dean snickered with an expression that said 'nice try' on his face.

Callen sighed. "You're going to make me guess aren't you?"

"It's not my history you're diving into." Dean stated before he turned to face the older agent. "If you want direct answers, go talk to Kensi."

"We're not really on good terms at the moment." Callen confessed as his eyes remained on the burning pyre before them. "And I don't blame her for it."

"You shouldn't." The hunter immediately replied before his mind was filled with conflicting thoughts. After a few moments of silence, he went with the decision that would earn him a smack (or two) from Kensi later on due to what he's about to say next. Dean exhaled deeply before he turned a bit to address the senior field agent again. "Look, I told her I wouldn't interfere with this but she's my family and I can't just stand by and watch her self-destruct. What you guys did to her on that mission really screwed her over. Kensi may be a badass agent, but she's also still a human being that deals with more emotional crap than we do just because she's a girl. To me that makes her all the more badass but I can see the disadvantage and I've seen how the emotional connections take a toll on her."

Callen nodded his head as Dean's truthful analysis ran through his brain. "It's why she's distant with strangers."

"Exactly and if you manage to get pass her walls, then you've got her but that also means that you have the ability to hurt her the most." Dean stated as he studied Callen's profile. He hoped to get some sort of reaction from the man. He knew that Kensi cared for Callen like another brother; Dean just needed to see if Callen cared for Kensi like a sister.

Callen sighed before his eyes shifted to meet Dean's waiting stare. "Forgiveness is possible with her though right?" He hated that he was showing some vulnerability to the hunter but he just had to know. He couldn't handle the thought of losing the careful dynamic he had with his favorite agent…it just always slipped his mind that she wasn't just an exceptional agent.

"In time, if you play your cards right with Kensi, everything will be back to normal before you know it." Dean reassured himself before his attention went back to the pyre.

Callen also returned his gaze to the pyre before Dean's voice captured his attention again moments later.

"Deeks, on the other hand, might have to take a different approach with her." The hunter quipped which got the agent to chuckle alongside him.

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

Kensi and Deeks were just putting the final touches on the room when Dean and Callen joined them. They gave their approving nods as they surveyed the room; the only evidence that they were even there was the charred devil's trap in the small carpet that covered a section of the restaurant. They'd have to deal with that before they left.

"Alright so Blondie's been taken care of." Dean declared as his greeting to the younger partners.

Deeks' brow furrowed out of confusion. "Just like that?" He questioned, not believing that the disposal was as simple as it seemed. He had gotten a cliff notes version of what he missed when he was unconscious, which didn't tell him much. He could tell that his partner was holding information back from him…he just didn't know what that information was. All he knew was that the King of Hell paid them a visit, destroyed the deals that were made in town before he vanished with the demonic dealer they had captured during the night. The summed up version still baffled him.

Dean nodded. "Just like that." He confirmed as his eyes quickly scanned the room for anything they could have missed; he didn't want to leave anything linking them there behind.

When everything seemed to be in order, they grabbed the charred carpet and left the restaurant (but not before leaving a few bills at the register for the carpet). It was immediately dumped into the backseat of the Impala before the quartet faced one another again.

"What now?" Deeks asked as he looked between the others. What does one do after completing a…case like this?

Dean rolled his eyes as he made his way towards his driver's seat. "I don't know about you three but I need a drink…or ten. Kens?"

Kensi released a relieving sigh; she could really go for a beer right now. "I second that. We still have some things we need to discuss." She said as she made her way around to the Impala's shotgun seat.

The hunter groaned. "I'm not touching on that until I'm fairly drunk."

"My turn to buy?" Kensi questioned just as Dean was about to open his door.

Callen and Deeks remained silent with stunned looks as they watched the duo continue their nonchalant conversation; they've come to realize that the duo had a tendency of drifting off into private conversations together, even though they weren't alone to have them. Callen understood it (how could he not after some of the things he learned from Crowley and Dean earlier) while Deeks found it irritating.

"Did we finish everything I bought yesterday?" Dean continued as he paid no attention to the silent men just behind him.

Kensi's brow scrunched up a bit as she tried to remember the stash they left behind that morning. "I think so."

Dean let loose an impressed whistle. "Whoa…yeah, you're buying then." He declared as he got in his seat and started the car up while his door was still open.

Those words seemed to have knocked the detective out of his stunned stupor as he quickly closed the distance between himself and Dean's open door. "Wait, you're the reason she was hung over this morning?" Not wanting to see another argument, Kensi got into her seat.

The hunter smirked. "Yup and I'll be the reason she's hung over again tomorrow morning." He said before he shifted his gaze between Kensi and the men. Seeing that she was all set, Dean quickly got himself buckled in before he turned to face the men again, his hand immediately going to the door's handle. "So if you don't mind gentlemen, thanks for the help but me and Kens need to get our asses drunk before we can talk about the shitload of stuff we learned today." Before Deeks could protest, Dean shut his door, revved his engine (causing Deeks to jump back a bit) before he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road.

Deeks remained glued to his spot, his jaw wide open, as he watched the classic car disappear down the road. "Okay seriously man, what the hell did I miss?" He questioned once he couldn't see the car anymore.

"So much Deeks, so much." Callen said with a sigh before he started heading towards his car (with a disgruntled Deeks following behind him). Callen could already tell that he was in for another sleepless night.

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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 we have it! Kensi's true connection to Dean is finally revealed! They are blood related to each other through John Winchester (sorry for the readers that wanted a romantic Dean/Kensi but I had this connection in my head since the start). Also, what did you think of Crowley's appearance? The conversation between Dean and Callen? The Dean/Kensi departure? Please let me know what you think or predict for this story in a review! We're almost at the finish line! I'm aiming to have this story completed before the month is over!

Enjoy the rest of your Sunday and don't forget to say "Happy Father's Day" to your dads or to the fatherly figures in your life!

Originally Published: June 17, 2012