1Disclaimer: If I owned them I would not be typing this story on the laptop I am. Nor would I be typing this sitting in a dorm room. And I would be male. Which I'm not. So all this combines into a giant, crushing realization that I don't own Supernatural, The Winchester's or anything associated with Supernatural. I do however own Adyn, Montana, And Winchester the Two headed chinchilla.

A/N: Sorry guys. I forgot to mention this. The song that Dean and Ady quote (and the chapter title) is from the Decemberists 'Of Angel and Angle's' And sorry for the length. I had planned a couple of more scenes, but I've got spring Break coming up and I wanted to post before I had to leave tomorrow. I promise to update this at least once over break. Enjoy. Leave me some love (aka reviews)

sarah the mutant farm girl: Yeah, it happened faster than I thought it would to... Stupid Dean and Adyn why can't they listen to me? Glad you liked the mushy stuff... I didn't. ( I don't like chick flick moments...) Enjoy your new chapter!

BlindingFirefly: Please dear. You actually like chick flicks. And your mother knows it. So I don't know what you're talking about.

Previously:

"Ady. There may be a tough word on your crossword, but there are Angels in your angles. And I think I deserve the right to decide who is perfect for me. And don't worry, Montana will understand in time." Wrapping an arm around her waist he leaned down and soundly kissed her. She of course kissed him back, till they both needed air.

"Dean Winchester. Does your brother know you're listening to the Decemberists? Cause I think you'd never live that down."

"No. And if you tell him I tell Montana about this little love fest."

"No you wouldn't. You value your life to much. He'd kick your ass before I could stop him."

Dean snorted and kissed the top of her head.

"Hey Dean,"

"Hmm?"

"Here's a hand to lay on your open palm today."

"Is that a 'low moon caught in your tangles' I see?"

They laughed as the walked back towards the house together, drowning all the way.

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Dean and Adyn walked in to the house by way of the carport, laughing. Dean had one arm around Adyn's waist, the other he had tucked casually into his pocket. Adyn had one arm wrapped around him, her thumb hooked over Dean's waist band.

Sam stood mouth agape. "Dean? You're supposed to be in the back of the house..."

Dean smirked. "Window."

Montana took on look at them, dropped the plate he had in his hand, and growled.

"Ady, did he just growl at us?" Dean pulled her closer playfully causing Montana to attempt to leap across the kitchen and throttle Dean, but was stopped by Sam's hulking 6'4 frame standing between him and Dean.

"Nope. He didn't growl at us. He growled at you." She pecked him lightly on the cheek, before grabbing the broom and taking care of the broken plate. "Monti, you are gonna need to call Baha inc. back and tell them you talked me into reconsidering, but due to circumstances, I won't be handling negotiations, that I've handed the rights of negotiants to you."

"wha?" Montana and Sam asked simultaneously.

"Dean'll explain. I can't. I got to go..."

"Shower." Dean supplied. "She ran a long way before I caught up to here. So she needs a shower."

Adyn shot him a thankful look and headed to the back of the house. Reluctantly leaving Dean to the lions, but not wanting to hear what needed to be said either.

By now Sam was thoroughly confused, and Montana's mind was working overtime to try and figure everything out.

"Why would Baha, be wanting to negotiate. He's been going after rich people..." Sam scratched his head.

"Because" Montana started as the light bulb over his head went off. "We have a couple of valuable items. They want The vase don't they?" He turned to Dean.

Dean nodded. "And the painting, and the quilt."

"All of them? No wonder she freaked out..."

"Hello! Uninformed party. Standing here. Sam pointed at himself.

"Apparently they have some rather valuable family heirlooms, that this company wants." Dean explained.

"So why wouldn't she want to pretend to be interested? It would save us some trouble... That would give us almost free reign on the investigation."

"She won't do it." Montana spoke quietly "Well, won't and can't. Those things they want. The vase, painting and the quilt. They were mom and dads. If they had called in oh August. She might have done it. But even then that's a long shot."

"Why?" Damn Sam and his questions.

"Because, Sammy, today's the anniversary of their deaths."

"Oh... OH! I'm sorry Montana. I didn't know."

"It's ok. She doesn't talk about it. Ever. I'm actually surprised she told Dean."

"What can I say? I've got the right touch" Dean smirked.

"I'll deal with you later." Montana stated in that quiet voice that indicated that all hell would break lose. He picked up the phone and star 69 Baha Inc. "Hello, yes, my name's James McKenzie, and you called earlier in regards to acquiring several pieces from my sister, Sara... Yes, I'm aware that she said that she didn't want to sell, but after discussing it with me she's reconsidered, and is willing to work on a negotiation. Today would be great, the only problem is that Adyn won't be able to meet with a representative. As a matter of fact she has expressed her desire to not be involved except to sign the paper work. She says she trust my decisions and will leave all negotiations to me. Today at six? That would be fine. Yes, I'll be there. Thank you." He put the phone back on the cradle.

Adyn walked bak into to the kitchen, her game face on. "All right, were do we stand?"

"I've got a meeting with them at six."

Adyn nodded. "Ok. Take Sam. Me and Dean'll interview who we can of the rest of the victims and see if we can find a more definitive pattern."

"No." Montana crossed his arms.

"No? Why not? You already said you didn't want to work with Dean, and we need to finish these interviews."

"Yes but that was before you walked in here all buddy, buddy with Dean"

"O my god. Seriously Montana make up your mind! I'm a big girl."

"It would probably be better. Montana's gonna need someone to play the hard ass." Sam pointed out. Adyn just glared at him, Dean however punched him in the arm, hard.

"This 'hard ass' has saved your ass on a number of occasions. Show some respect."

"Fine. Whatever, Dean'll go with you Monti. It's 5:00 now so let's go see if we can get in some more research, Sam."

"Good luck." Sam mouthed at Dean as he walked out the door.

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Montana dressed in a suite and offered to get one for Dean as well.

"Why the hell would I wear one of those?"

"Because, Dean, we are going to an upscale business to negotiate a sale. It would help to look the part."

"No, you're going to negotiate a sale. I'm going cause you wouldn't let me go with Adyn, so I get to go along as the muscle. Therefore. No. Suite. If you wanted some one to wear the suite you should have stuck with Sammy. He's the lawyer, sorta."

"Are you always this obstinate?"

"Mostly." Dean popped some peanut m'n'ms into his mouth. "Ready?"

"Yeah. Let's get this over with."

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After finishing the last of the 'interviews' it was running close to nine o'clock.

"So you wanna hit up a bar for a nice little drink or you wanna go on home?" Adyn asked, looking over at Sam as she climbed into the car.

"Let's hit a bar. I wanna go over some stuff before we see Dean Oh and if you tell Dean I voluntarily went to a bar, I'll have to soundly deny it."

Adyn snorted. "Like that's gonna stop me."

"What? I refuse to hit a girl Unless she's possessed. Then it's a whole new ball game."

"Uh-hu. First you're afraid I'll kick your ass. Cause I would, or I'd die trying. Second, You know Dean would kick your ass when I was done."

It was Sam's turn to snort. They walked into a bar order a couple of beers and sat in a secluded section of the dusky bar.

"Soooo, I'm assuming that you and Dean worked out any relational differences.".

"Why would you say that?"

"Well you too seemed pretty close when you came in earlier and Dean doesn't act that way with girls. Ever."

"Not that it's any of your business, nor do we need to be talking about it right now, but I guess, maybe. Nothing serious or definite."

"Well, I think it's great. Now, this pattern. There doesn't seem to be a pattern of those that die. Just that Baha Inc. has contacted them anywhere from a two weeks to about a month before their deaths. Most acted out of character before their deaths, cutting of all contact with their family, or friends, spending more..." He rifled some papers "at restaurants, high class stores, for clothes jewelry, and various other things."

Adyn took a sip of her beer, picked up some darts and started playing. "It was all men, with the one exception." Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. The darts hit the board. " So, I'm betting that it was spent on a women. Who, they apparently didn't tell their friends about. Hooker, maybe?"

"I don't think so. They took them to Super exclusive restaurants, you don't take your call girl so those places "

"Good point." Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. She retrieved them and started over again..

"Why do you guys do that?"

"Do what?"

"Play darts, pool, fiddle with stuff while we talk about a case."

"I'm assuming Dean does the same thing, and I dunno. Helps me concentrate I guess, and I have to do darts cause nobody will play me in pool here. So, these guys start seeing a girl."

"Two out of the four had girlfriends already."

"So they were getting some extra on the side. Oh shit!" Adyn looked at her watch. " We gotta go."

"Why the rush?"

"Traditions, my boy, traditions."

Sam shot her a quizzical look, as he gathers his stuff.

"Better not to ask Sam." She said quietly as she paid for the beers and left. Roaring home with the thundering of the mustang.

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