"Broken Bonds"

Chapter 10: See You In A Few

A/N #1: My last class for the summer semester was today so all I truly have to worry about is the 2 final exams I have next week before I'm free for summer! Is anyone else feeling the excitement? I'm actually surprised that I got this all written down yesterday but I'm very pleased with it so I hope you all enjoy it!

A/N #2: Once again, thank you to all my readers, reviewers, alerters and favoriters for sticking with me and for taking an interesting in a crossover like this! It truly means the world to know that I'm not the only one who thinks of a cross like this! :D You guys truly are the best!

A 60th Reviewer Shoutout goes to kenmac! THANKS!

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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Next Day, Early Morning – Los Angeles, California – NCIS OSP Headquarters – Hettys' Office

Callen wasn't sure if this was a great idea. As predicted, he couldn't sleep yet instead of doing the usual back at home, he ended up at work. During the night, he had found himself wandering towards Ops and the massive database inside it. The agent inside him wanted to look up everything there was to know about Dean Winchester yet the friend in him didn't want to cross any lines when it came to the privacy of Kensi's dear friend. It wasn't an easy battle as the case's revelations kept running through his head. He just wanted answers yet he couldn't find it in himself to look at the file before getting answers from Kensi first.

Although when the clock struck eight, Callen had a new idea in mind as he headed towards Hetty's office. If he couldn't ask Kensi about Dean, then why not ask Hetty?

"Ah Mr Callen, I wasn't expecting to see you for another hour or so." Hetty greeted without lifting her head from her paperwork; Callen wasn't surprised by this.

"Well I wanted to talk to you and I figured now was as good as time as any." Callen explained from the edge of Hetty's office.

That got Hetty's undivided attention as she shifted her paperwork to the side before her gaze landed on the agent. "Well by all means, what seems to be troubling you?" She questioned as she motioned for him to take a seat; he did so without hesitation.

"The case from last night." Callen said a couple of moments later after rattling with the thought of talking to Hetty about the subject in question.

Hetty nodded her head out of understanding. "Ah, I should have known."

"Are they always like that?" He questioned with a furrowed brow as he leaned back into his seat. During the times he had convinced himself to not look up Dean's file, he had found himself researching possible supernatural sightings. He felt kind of stupid at times but he still couldn't tell whether some stories were fact or fiction.

Hetty sighed. "I'm afraid so."

"Are there more people like Dean Winchester out there?" He asked moments later in a slight whisper; as if saying the hunter's name would result in something bad happening. For all the agent knew, it could happen and that Crowley guy could easily pop in from out of nowhere like he had done the night before.

Hetty contemplated on what to say (hiding her shock when it came to Callen knowing Dean's last name in the process) as her answer for a moment before she exhaled deeply. "Dean Winchester is a very special man Mr Callen. Hunters can rarely claim that they've experienced what Mr Winchester has over the last few years alone and live to tell the tale." She stated as she remembered all the moments that Bobby had relayed back to her when it came to Sam and Dean Winchester; killing Azazel just after Sam was resurrected, Dean going to Hell and returning with a mission to save the world from Lucifer, taking down Lilith only to have to deal with the Apocalyptic aftermath that led to his brother sacrificing himself for the sake of humanity. She couldn't help the sigh she released after the thoughts ran through her mind; Dean alone has been through one hell of an emotional roller coaster over the years.

Unknown to his boss' thoughts, the younger agent appeared thoughtful in his seat as he remembered the tense moment at the Boatshed when crossroad deals were being discussed. "It sounds like he's been to Hell and back it seems."

A grim smile appeared on Hetty's face, in response to Callen's comment. If only you knew how right on the nail you were Mr Callen. "You have no idea Mr Callen. You have no idea how true those words are."

Hetty continued to watch as Callen tried to pull his thoughts together before he voiced the one thing that truly concerned him; "And Kensi?"

Hetty sighed; she was wondering when the young woman would be mentioned. "I won't say what her true involvement is but I will say this," she started off before she moved to place her hands on the desk, grabbing all of Callen's attention in the process, "in all my years Mr Callen, I have never met someone so dedicated to their family like Mr Winchester. He has basically gone to the ends of the earth for the people he loves with no worries about himself, so you have nothing to worry about when it comes to Miss Blye and Mr Winchester. He would do absolutely anything to make sure that she remains safe. Never doubt that." She emphasized and Callen knew that it would be completely idiotic of him to ignore such a strong-felt conviction such as that one.

"I think I'm starting to see that." Callen trailed off before he started asking a few questions about Hetty's own involvement in the supernatural world. If only he realized that Hetty would be just as evasive on that topic as anything else.

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Meanwhile – Los Angeles, California – Kensi's Apartment

The moment the idea popped into his head, Deeks knew that it was a bad idea but he couldn't rid himself of the thought…which is why he found himself at his partner's front door at eight o'clock sharp that morning.

He's been calling Kensi's cell phone since he finished his morning surf but after four failed attempts, he figured that she was too hung over to pick up her cell, let alone wake up on time for work. There was no question in his mind after the unanswered calls that she went to bed drunk. A fact that Deeks was not very pleased with…especially if Kensi got drunk with Dean. Who knows what could have happened between them.

After his knocks went unanswered, it didn't take long for Deeks to let himself into his partner's apartment as quietly and discreetly as he could. He slowly made his way towards Kensi's bedroom but his brow furrowed out of confusion when he found that she wasn't there. Her car was in her spot out front so she was definitely home yet her bed looked like she hadn't slept in it.

A sinking feeling suddenly came over Deeks as be backtracked the way he came before he turned to head to the living room. He could already see a few empty beer bottles scattered around the opening of the living room before he was able to take a look inside.

The moment he took a look inside, the detective's jaw dropped.

Not only were there empty beer bottles scattered around the floor of the living room but Kensi was surrounded by those scattered bottles. The brunette was flat on her stomach as she continued to sleep on the couch but that's not what caused Deeks to stop dead in his tracks, it was the fact that Dean was laying on the floor beside the couch with a gun trained at Deeks' heart; all sleepiness was erased from the hunter as he held his gun firmly at his target but recognition hadn't set in the hunter's eyes yet.

"You know it's very dangerous to enter someone's place like this." Dean stated in a deadly tone as recognition slowly came over his eyes. Not only was the hunter dealing with his abrupt wake-up call but he was fighting off the effects his current hangover was causing him.

Deeks gulped before he gave the hunter a cheeky grin. "Well you can't blame a guy for worrying. Now do you mind?" He ended with a quick motion to Dean's gun.

"Why are you here?" Dean questioned as if he hadn't heard Deeks' request.

"I could ask you the same thing." Deeks fired right back without missing a beat.

Dean smirked. "True but I'm not the one with a gun trained on me."

"Which reminds me…do you mind putting that away?" Deeks asked again with a not-so-subtle hand gesture towards the weapon that was still pointed at his heart.

Dean rolled his eyes as he clicked the safety back on before he placed his gun on the nearby coffee table. The hunter got himself upright before he leaned his back against the couch. "I need coffee." He grumbled as he rubbed the remaining sleep out of his eyes.

"Well it looks like you've made yourself at home…go make it yourself." Deeks snarked back with a raised eyebrow; usually he wasn't this rude but finding Dean sleeping near Kensi really irked the detective.

The hunter glared at the detective. "Cute."He stated before a mischievous smirk appeared on Dean's face. Before Deeks could say anything, Dean twisted and lifted himself up a bit before he gave Kensi's butt a hard (yet playful) smack.

Deeks' eyes widened as he watched a sleepy Kensi jump off her stomach as she pressed herself against the back of her couch. "What the hell?" She exclaimed loudly before her focus was immediately drawn to the snickering man at the end of her couch. "Did you just smack my ass?" She asked with an incredulous look on her face; she couldn't believe she woke up to a slap on her ass.

Dean smirked at the furious yet dazed brunette. "Your boyfriend's here."

Kensi's incredulous look morphed into one of confusion. "What?"

Dean chuckled as he pointed towards Deeks.

Kensi's eyes widened when they finally landed on her partner; she hadn't seen him when she woke up, too preoccupied with the way she had been woken up. "Oh hey…what are you doing here?" Dean could help but snigger when Kensi didn't refute the title he had given Deeks.

Deeks shook his head as he quickly recomposed himself; he still couldn't believe the wake-up call he'd just witnessed. "It's after eight and you weren't picking up my calls."

The brunette's eyes widened even further once she heard what time it was. "What?" She shrieked a she quickly searched for a watch of some kind.

Knowing what she was looking for, Dean rolled his eyes as he offered her his arm; the one that had his watch on it.

Without hesitation, Kensi gazed at Dean's watch. Once she realized the time was indeed after eight o'clock, a load of curses left her mouth as she stumbled off the couch and headed towards her bedroom in a hurry (with a few uncoordinated difficulties).

"Oh that never gets old." Dean stated with a chuckle before he heard her bedroom door slam shut. He shifted a bit on the floor in search of his bag yet it wasn't long before he groaned due to the tight muscles in his back; it's what he got for sleeping on the ground.

The detective quirked an eyebrow at the groan's source. "Do you always sleep on the floor?" Deeks questioned with an amused glint in his eyes.

Dean shrugged as he started to rummage through his bag. "Usually the couch is mine but we got so hammered last night that Kensi couldn't make it to her room and I didn't really care if I slept on the ground. I've slept in worse." He explained before he pulled out his bottle of Tylenol; he dry-swallowed two capsules without hesitation. The hunter could only hope that they started working soon…his hangover and his sleep pains weren't doing him any favors.

"You guys drank that much?" Deeks questioned just as he heard Kensi's shower being turned on.

"After yesterday's case…why the hell not?" Dean stated as he moved off the floor and onto the couch.

A perplexed expression appeared on the detective's face as the hunter's words sunk into his brain. "So yesterday wasn't a typical case?"

Dean sighed. "Nothing lately has been typical."

Deeks could tell that there was more to it so he decided to take a chance and ask; no one else was willing to tell him what he wanted to know. "Can I ask and get an honest answer about last night's case?"

"That depends on the question." The hunter said with a challenging tone as if he dared the detective to just ask him about last night.

Deeks groaned. "Are you always this difficult?"

Before Dean could answer, his cell phone started to ring. "Hold that thought." He stated while giving the area a quick scan. The hunter immediately grabbed the device once he saw it under the coffee table before he accepted the call. "Hello?"

"Hey Dean. It's-"

Dean immediately interrupted as he recognized that his brother's voice was on the other line. "Sammy?"

Sam Winchester gave a light chuckle over the phone; he hadn't realized how good it felt to hear the loathed childhood nickname again. "Yeah man, it's me."

Dean let lose a huge sigh of relief. "You're awake…for how long?" This question perked Deeks' interest as it wasn't a question that is asked often. The detective was on his way to the kitchen to make some coffee when he heard the unusual question.

"I've been up for about an hour. I would've called right after Bobby told me where you were but he said you were working a case so I figured that you'd need your rest."Sam explained to his brother as he moved around Bobby's kitchen back in Sioux Falls, South Dakota.

"Forget about the case, I took care of it but how are you? Do you feel any differently?" Dean questioned. He had the idea of calling in Castiel to check Sam over with his angel mojo. It doesn't hurt to be thorough.

Sam sighed. "I'm fine Dean. I was hungry but I took care of that while Bobby was telling me about why you were in LA. How's Kensi?"

"She's fine. I'll have her call you later but let's focus back on you." Dean stated as he tried to get the conversation back onto Sam's well-being. Since he couldn't see for himself, Dean needed a verbal confirmation that his brother was alright.

"I'd rather not but I know that I've been gone for eighteen months…I just don't remember Hell."

Dean's eyes widened at this revelation. "You don't remember? Any of it?" He couldn't believe it. When Dean had returned from Hell, he could remember every moment he had spent down in Hell; it got to a point that he couldn't really sleep without hearing the screams from the other tortured souls. Four months in Hell (forty years in Hell-time) was pure torture for Dean and while he was stuck with the memories, he was absolutely relieved to hear that Sam had no recollection of his eighteen months in Lucifer's cage back in Hell (1,800 years in Hell-time). Dean was so relieved to hear it.

"Nope and Bobby won't tell me how I got back…" Sam trailed off before he said something Dean was expecting, "he told me I should ask you Dean."

"Did he now?" Dean parroted as he ran his free hand through his hair; a nervous tick that Deeks caught on quite quickly. Dean didn't want to tell Sam how exactly he'd gotten his soul back from the cage…it was just another deal underneath his belt afterall.

"How did I get back Dean?" Sam repeated a little more forcefully.

Dean exhaled deeply; he knew that Sam wasn't going to like what he was about to say. "This is not something I want to talk about over the phone Sam."

"Well I'm not going to wait for you to drive back here or for me to meet you there for some answers." Sam fired back without missing a beat; his stubbornness was quickly showing.

"You're not going anywhere Sam, you need your rest." Dean argued back; he could feel the need to keep his brother safe increase with every passing second.

"I need answers Dean and besides, there's a case in Oregon that needs to be checked." Sam argued back as he kept his voice calm.

Deeks watched as Dean's whole body tensed. "Whoa hold up, you just got vertical." The oldest Winchester tried to reason with the younger one.

"Exactly, I'm up, I'm good."

"Well a few more days of crap cable couldn't hurt." Dean suggested even though he knew that it was a lost cause; Sam would rather read a book than watch crap cable in his spare time.

Sam scoffed. "Right because that's what you did when you got back from Hell."

Dean grimaced as the truth rang true. How could he ask Sam to rest when he didn't do that once he returned from Hell? He'd be a complete hypocrite if he followed through with his previous argument.

Dean was too focused on the issue with Sam to even realize that Kensi had returned from her shower, completely dressed for work. When she saw that he was on the phone, she made a beeline towards Deeks, who told her that Dean was talking to a guy named Sam. It was then that the detective learned that Sam was Dean's younger brother who had been in a supernaturally-induced coma for a little over a week. Deeks wanted more of an explanation (how could he not) but Kensi brushed it off for the moment with the promise of telling him about it later. Deeks relented as he went back to preparing some coffee while Kensi was focused on Dean and the last part of his phone call.

"Alright, I'll meet you there. Text me the details, I should be leaving Kensi's place soon." Dean finally agreed after hearing Sam point out why he was getting involved now instead of taking it easy. It was times like these that Dean could easily see that his little brother would have made a great lawyer if he hadn't been dragged back into the supernatural world.

"Say hi to her for me?" Sam asked in a slight whisper that had Dean chuckling under his breath a bit.

"Will do little brother."

Sam gave a relieving sigh. "See you in a few Dean."

"Yeah and Sam?" Dean paused as her heard movement on the other line stop. "I will answer your questions in Oregon."

"Okay." Sam said before the brothers gave their quick goodbyes to one another prior to ending the call.

Dean sighed as he tossed his cell phone onto the empty couch cushion beside him before he leaned back against the soft couch; his eyes shut tight as he tried to rein his thoughts in. If the Tylenol didn't help sober him up, that phone call certainly did.

"Everything okay?" Kensi questioned as she slowly made her way towards Dean. Deeks remained in the kitchen as he prepared a travel mug of coffee for his partner.

Dean sighed before he opened his eyes; hazel-green met mismatched chocolate brown. "Sam doesn't remember his time in the cage."

He watched as her eyes widened before confusion settled onto her face. "Isn't that a good thing?"

"Hell yeah…" The hunter exclaimed as he leaned forward into his seat; his arms now resting on his knees, "…but he also doesn't remember what his robo-self did up here during those eighteen months."

Kensi bit her lip moments later as her mind reeled with a question she knew she shouldn't ask. "Are you going to tell him?"

Dean quickly turned to face Kensi; an incredulous look was plastered on his face. "And risk breaking the fucking wall that Death put up in his grapefruit…no way!" He retorted immediately; dismissing the option as soon as it was mentioned. "As far as I'm concerned, those eighteen months are on a need to know basis for Sam."

Kensi nodded as she moved to sit on the couch arm closest to Dean. "You are going to have to tell him about your deal with Death though…right?"

"I'm sorry…what?" Deeks sputtered as he walked towards them; he had just entered the room with two coffee mugs (he didn't want to but he figured that getting them both coffee would soften Kensi up a bit) when he heard Kensi's statement. Deal with Death? What the hell?

Kensi sighed as she accepted her mug from her partner. "Not now Deeks."

Deeks was about to protest but one look into her eyes and he knew that now wasn't the time to ask her but he did see the promise in her eyes; she was going to tell him later. That thought warmed him up a bit.

"I'll think of something on my drive there. Can I borrow your shower before I head out?" Dean answered Kensi's previous question as he gave Deeks a thankful nod after accepting his own coffee.

Kensi nodded her head before the meaning behind Dean's words sunk into her brain. "Wait, you're leaving today?"

"Well I'm not going to let my brother work a case on his own just after he wakes up from a coma." Dean reasoned before he took another sip of his coffee. It was definitely the pick-me-up he needed.

Kensi's brow furrowed as she tried to think up of an excuse. "Can't Bobby go?"

"He's still on edge, what with Robo-Sammy trying to kill him a little over a week ago." The hunter reminded her before he grabbed his tossed phone. He had felt it vibrate moments ago and sure enough, his phone had just received a text from Sam with the Oregon coordinates that he'd need for his drive up.

Kensi sighed. "Right…but you just finished a job." She knew that was a lame excuse before it fully left her lips.

"It doesn't work like that and you know it Kens. We've worked jobs back to back before; it's not a big deal." Dean said without missing a beat as he finished off the rest of his coffee; he really needed to start getting ready to go.

"I guess so." She mumbled as she watched Dean get up and stretch. She could feel Deeks' concerned eyes on her but she just couldn't deal with that at the moment; she was too focused on the idea that Dean was leaving. She usually had a week or two with him during their visits, not a mere two days when a majority of it consisted of them solving a case.

"Before I forget, here…" Dean trailed off as he went for his duffel bag again. It wasn't long before he pulled a medium-sized pouch out and handed it to Kensi. "Can you give that to Hetty for me? I'd do it myself but I'm on a time crunch."

The brunette examined the pouch for a bit before her eyes widened at Dean. "You got Hetty a bag of tea?" The tea bag wasn't what shocked the woman, it was the fact that it was an exclusive brand from Scotland…and she knew how much Dean hates to fly.

Dean shrugged as if the whole thing was no big deal. "Well I did tell her if I ever went overseas that I'd snag a bag for her…which I did." He explained as he remembered when he had to fly to Scotland to dig up Crowley's bones for Bobby a couple of months ago.

"I'll be sure to pass it along." She reassured him before another sigh escaped her lips.

The hunter exhaled deeply as he shifted towards the brunette that was still perched on the arm of her couch; he didn't like it when she was so depressed. No matter how tough she came off as, she would always get depressed when they had to say goodbye and he really couldn't blame her; neither of them knew if that would be the last time they'd see each other again.

"Hey, I know my sudden departure isn't ideal with my visits but you have everything under control here. You don't need me Kens." He told her with a slight lift of her chin. He knew he was being sentimental and sappy but Kensi was his family and sometimes you have to sacrifice your reputable image to comfort those that need it.

"That's not true." Kensi mumbled as she tried to break eye contact with Dean. She was aware of what he was trying to do and although she appreciated it, a part of her wasn't ready for Deeks to witness this vulnerability she had whenever Dean came to town and a part of her wasn't sure if she had everything under control.

Dean gave a light chuckle as he tried to dispel the declining atmosphere. "Alright, you don't need me at the moment but I need to make sure that Sam is actually okay. You know I wasn't when I got back so I need to make sure that he is."

"I understand." And she did understand. She had half a mind to go with Dean and see for herself that Sam was back to his old self again. She knew that she couldn't though and that saddened her.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dean noticed Deeks' gesture towards his watch. "Now you better leave before you're late for work." Dean suggested before he moved close enough to Kensi so that he could place a gentle kiss upon her forehead. "I'll call you when I get to Oregon okay?"

"Please be careful." Kensi whispered as she looked up at Dean with one of the most innocent expressions he's ever seen on her face.

The hunter's gaze softened as he gave her a small smile. "Right back at you."He promised before he stepped back enough to allow for Kensi to stand.

Once she was back on her feet again, Kensi took her almost empty mug and Dean's discarded mug back into the kitchen. She planned on grabbing her things for work on her way back into the living room.

"I'm trusting you to watch her back Deeks. I don't want a scratch on her." Dean stated lowly as he turned to face the detective. The hunter wanted to say a few words to the detective while Kensi was currently preoccupied in the other room.

"You don't have to tell me twice. She is my partner afterall." By the amount of conviction in Deeks' tone, Dean didn't have to question it which meant he didn't have to worry about it. Kensi was in good hands here.

Before Dean could comment to Deeks about moving whatever thing he had with Kensi further along, the woman in question returned with her bag slung over her shoulders. "Well alright then…I think I said all that was needed to be said. I'm going to hit the showers." The hunter said before he grabbed his duffel bag and headed towards Kensi's bedroom. "And it was good to finally meet you Deeks." Dean called back, not caring whether the detective answered him or not before he shut the bedroom door behind him.

"Likewise." Deeks mumbled to himself before he turned to face his partner. "Ready to go?"

Kensi took in a few large breaths as she recomposed herself. "As ready as I'll ever be." She declared before she made her way towards her front door. Now wasn't the time to be weak, now was the time to step up to the plate and do the job that she's been paid to do; to protect the citizens of this city.

And besides, this wasn't the last time she'd see Dean Winchester again. He has proved time and time again that nothing can keep him down and out of the game. With that in mind, her resolve strengthened as the notion continued on a loop inside her brain; she will see Dean Winchester again. She will be reunited with her family again. There was no doubt about it.

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Episode Disclaimer: Any recognizable Supernatural aspects/dialogue comes from [6x12 – "Like A Virgin"].

A/N #3: And there you have it! I apologize if any of the characters seemed a little OOC (especially Dean and Kensi) but that's how I pictured it all going down in my head and I just couldn't help but add some form of familial comfort between Dean and Kensi (they may be badass but they still need that form of comfort too at times). What did you think of the brief chat between Callen and Hetty? What about the dynamic between Dean and Deeks? Basically, what did you think of it overall? With us being so close to the end, I really hope I see a review about your thoughts on this chapter or on this story overall!

A/N #4: While this is the last chapter of the story, there is still an epilogue to come (which will include a time jump)! I plan to have that posted before June is over but can you guess which day it will be posted on? Either way, have a great weekend everyone! I got to start studying now.

Originally Published: June 22, 2012