None of the characters are mine
Warnings: foul language. if that?
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As the sun began to rise in the early morning, light danced across Deans sleeping face, eventually waking him up. He moaned and turned his face into his pillow as he gathered up the energy to prop himself up on his elbows. He squinted around the room as his eyes adjusted to the light and his mind began to register and process his surroundings. Everything seemed to be in order. It was only 7:30 in the morning, he was at some random motel hunting some random monster like normal. Sam was MIA, which probably meant he was out running for exercise. Dean grinned, Good that means I can get all the hot water. He laid back down on the bed and stretched.
Wait a minute. Dean sat straight up and looked at the empty bed next to his. Sam is not on this hunt with me. Sam is at the bunker with Kevin. Y/N is on the hunt with me. Y/N isn't here. Shes the one that is MIA.
"Son of a Bitch!" Dean threw the covers off him and ran to the window and roughly pulled down the blinds. "No. no no no no NO!"
He let go of the blinds and they snapped back into their original position. After unlocking the door he stepped outside, only dressed in his black T shirt and grey boxers, and looked around. He had to double check. Unfortunately his suspicions were correct. Y/N was gone, and so was the Impala.
Dean slammed the door behind him, making the pictures on the walls shake, as he went back into the room. He stood there in front of the door gasping for air. Dean didn't know what to do with himself. You were gone, which meant that he had failed Cas, and worst of all his baby was gone! Dean bent over gasping for air, he was on the verge of an anxiety attack. "She stole my car! I cant believe it she stole my CAR!"
Not knowing what else to do he decided Sam needed to know. He would have a much clearer head and would be able to actually do something about it. Maybe search the plates or something smart like that.
As he began to dial Sam's number, he heard it. The familiar purr of an engine that he knew so well. Dean raced back to the window just in time to see you pull into the parking lot driving his baby.
As you stepped out of the car, Dean practically ripped the door off of its hinges as he charged out of the motel room to meet you in the parking lot. You had on black slacks, a pastel bluish grey silky blouse, under a stylish black leather jacket.
"Where do you get off stealing a man's car?" Dean roared.
"What? Dean-"
"You can't just take a mans keys and think that it is okay to drive away with his car! That car is my baby! HOW DARE YOU TAKE HER!"
"Dean hold on - "
"AND WHERE DID YOU THINK YOU WERE GOING TO GO? Where on this Earth could you hide my car from me? Did you think I wouldn't be able to find you?" Dean was still yelling. Everyone who was staying at the motel could hear him through the paper thin walls. "What? You come strolling back like you forgot something? Like everything was going to be okay?"
"Dean -" You said patiently, giving him one last chance to calm down.
"GIVE ME THE KEYS!"
"FINE!" You finally yelled back. You threw the keys at his chest, along with a white greasy bag. "Im sorry Dean. I am sorry I 'Stole' your car! I am sorry I went and got you breakfast. I am sorry that I wanted to get a jump start on the case and I am sorry for letting you sleep in. I am sorry that I tried to do something nice for you after treating you like you were a demon and not giving you a chance. But most of all, I am sorry that despite it all it seems like you haven't changed. You're still a selfish, self righteous, controlling bastard, and you only care about yourself and your things!"
Now it was deans turn to be surprised. "Wait, Y/N - "
"NO I'M NOT DONE! You are such a hypocrite! How dare you yell at me for borrowing your car, when you snooped through mine and all of my stuff! Its not like I went under the hood or anything. ALL I did was pick you up some GOD DAMN breakfast! Screw You Dean!" You turned your heels, grabbed a few loose papers about the case and your fake FBI badge from the Impala, and began walking towards the road.
"Where do you think your going?" Dean chastised. Even with no shoes on he chased after you and grabbed your arm to stop you. "Hey… HEY, I'm talking to you!"
"Dean, I swear to God you better let me go!" You growled through your teeth. He dropped your arm and went to speak but you cut him off. "I am going to the precinct to see what the hell is going on with this case. How about you act like a fucking professional and like a decent human being, and shower and meet me there."
"How are you going to get there?" Dean called after you as you walked away.
"There this really cool thing that transports you from place to place for a small fee called a bus!" You called back.
Dean returned to the motel room. He stood in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips. Hmph, He thought as he bit his lip. Damn shes hot when shes angry.
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It was a cool and dwerry morning in the town of Scotsbourgh. In most towns people would be waking up late on a rainy weekend, but that was not the case here. Today happens to be the annual town festival, and many of the townspeople were busy helping setting up all of the tents and games for the evenings festivities. A perfect place for two people to meet in secret hidden under the scheduled chaos around them.
Ezak walked quickly down the street, his feet splashing water from puddles along the sidewalk. The people around him pulled their scarves and coats tighter to fend off the cold from the morning breeze. Ezak couldn't feel it. He was an angel. He doesn't notice petty things like temperature. He doesn't have time for that, nor did he have time to deal with this crowd. He was already late for a meeting, and the park was just around the corner.
Once arriving to the park he glanced around. Fear began to pull at his stomach as he searched. Finally his eyes fell upon a bench occupied by a single man dressed in a long wool coat and a hat pulled down over his brow. Under the coat was a very expensive suit. In one hand he held an umbrella that protected him from the rain that was steadily increasing. In the other he held a folded newspaper.
Ezak made haste as he walked towards the bench. He instinctively looked around for any familiar faces as he sat down next to the older gentlemen. The older man didn't answer or acknowledge the younger man. He didn't move, didn't nod, didn't even offer to share his umbrella. "Sir?" Ezak questioned. The man still didn't answer.
Ezak bent forward to get a better look at the mans face. The older man looked to be in his late fifties, wrinkles accented his face around the eyes and the mouth. His faced seemed like it was frozen in a permanent scowl. Looking through the mans thick rimmed glasses Ezak could see that the man was reading. Knowing better he leaned back against the wet bench and waited patiently for the older man to finish his paragraph.
The older man took a deep breath as he folded the paper under his arm and finally spoke. "You're late."
Ezak voice cracked as he spoke. "Yes sir I know! I got here as fast as I could, I -"
"Does he suspect anything?" The older man interjected getting to the point.
"No Sir, Castiel think I am on a reconnaissance mission."
"Good. Well?"
"Sorry sir?"
"I don't have all day. Report soldier."
"Yes, Uh, Yes Sir. Well, uh. You see. Castiel knows that he doesn't have a strong following. He knows that it is pointless to fight you. Um. So he is currently looking for weapons. And there is something about a girl but he hasn't told anyone much. In fact he didn't tell anyone. But the other angels followed him and found out."
Ezak was rambling now and the older man was growing impatient. "Who is this girl?"
"Oh Uh. Her name is Y/N. and Castiel pulled her from the depths of hell to walk among the living again."
The older man was quiet. The two men sat in silence on the bench. One sat dry under an umbrella and the other holding up a hand to shield his eyes from the rain, his hair plastered to his forehead.
"Sir? Do you know who that girl is?" Ezak finally asked.
"No. I do not. And it seems that she is hidden from me. I would very much like to know what is so special about this girl. But I also can't have her roaming around freely if she is an asset to Castiel. Not that it will matter soon." The man said this like he was getting bored with the conversation. He stood up from the bench and faced the younger man, who had also stood up in respects to the old man. "I have grown tired of this petty war between angels. Kill Castiel and tell your rebellious brothers and sisters that if they do not join me they will share the same fate.
"Yes Sir!" Ezak turned on his heels and promptly left. Leaving the older man scowling at several kids who had just run past him, splashing him with water from puddles near by.
The man turned to leave as well but stopped when confronted by a familiar face.
A short man with a raspy british voice greeted him, "Hello Nathaniel."
"Crowley," Nathaniel acknowledged coldly. "What do you want."
"I am here to strike a deal with you. It seems you and I both have a problem with a certain... angel. And I can promise you this, your little mutt you sent after him won't be enough to put Castiel down."
"What makes you think I would want to strike a deal with you?"
"Because we each have something the other one wants. I can help you take care of Castiel, if you help me pull Y/N back down to hell where she belongs."
Nathaniel was unimpressed with the proposal. "Crowley, you are more than capable of taking care of one measly little human. Just like I can take care of one measly little angel."
"Ut Ut Uhaa," Crowley disagreed. "You are forgetting that Castiel has stopped not one but three Archangels. He helped Sam push Michael and Lucifer into the cage, and managed to find a weapon strong enough to kill Raphael. You better thank your lucky stars that was a one time use thing. OH and don't flatter yourself mate but you aren't that high up the food chain, without your following Castiel would easily overpower you."
Nathaniel scowled even more than he already was. Crowley continued, "and my troubles never seem to end when it comes to the Winchesters. And can you imagine how thrilled I was to discover that Y/N is now traveling with them?"
Nathaniel didn't say anything, and Crowley took that as a nod to continue his proposal. "Nathaniel, dear friend, I will help you, take down Castiel, if you help me find and kill Y/N, throw in Sam and Dean as an added bonus, because, well, you and I know very well what they are capable of. Crowley added one last thing, "You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours, then maybe we could talk about striking a real bargain. Why don't you think about it? Tah-Tah." Then he snapped his fingers and the King of Hell disappeared.
Nathaniel also disappeared into the air. While he was not pleased by the idea to make any deals with any demons, Castiel was a problem and if Ezak, his finest little double agent, couldn't get the job done then he might actually be in need of some demonic assistance. That aside, Nathaniel also couldn't help but be intrigued by Crowleys comment, Then we could talk about striking a real bargain. However Crowley was wrong about one thing. He misjudged Nathaniels strength. And Nathaniel decided that he would use that against Crowley when the time came. No matter what deal the King of Hell threw at him, he would be stronger and smarter. What did he have to lose?
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Dean was still tieing his cheap tie when he walked into the towns police station. There was a large open space where desks were scattered and pushed up against each other. Each desk was manned by a cop, each in blue uniforms, and each working on something different. One cop was falling asleep as he listened to an elderly women drone on about hulagens in her neighborhood vandalizing everything. One officer was filling out paperwork, completely ignoring the struggle between two cops and an noncomplying convict, as if it was an everyday occurrence. Dean looked around at the controlled chaos that was the precinct. He walked up to the closest desk that had an officer that didn't look to busy.
"Hi, FBI. I am here to see the officer in charge of the missing persons case. My partner may or may not already be here. She's about yay-high, has a killer attitude?" Dean flashed his fake badge with one hand, and indicated how tall you were with the other as he talked.
"AH, you must be Agent Fillion! Yes your lady partner just got her a few minutes ago her self. Come with me, she is talking to Officer Martin." The officer lead Dean down a hallway to where You and an Officer stood talking. The man who stood next to you was heavy set. The large muscles that he once had when he came out of the academy, had long since turned to fat. His hair was thinning but he wasn't quite bald yet. He stood with his feet far apart with his hands shoved in his pockets. But the major thing that you didn't like, and something that Dean found irritating was his curious wondering eyes which tended to linger on parts of you that were not your eyes.
The first cop nodded to Dean before walking away, leaving the three of you alone.
"Officer Martin, this is my partner I was telling you about." You spoke softly as you introduced Dean into the conversation.
"You must be Agent Fillion. Agent Torres just finished telling me about how that diner breakfast was getting to you. Yah, I'll tell ya, Angelo's food is good on the way down but a mess when it comes out." Dean shot you an irritated look as the Cop continued to console him on his supposed digestive problems. "Anyway, why don't you two follow me to my office and we can go over the case files."
Officer Martin turned and walked towards another part of the building. You and Dean fell into step behind him. "So What? Now I am a space cowboy that has digestive problems!?" He hissed just loud enough for you to hear him.
"Paybacks a bitch," You whispered smugly.
The officer turned into an office. Dean stepped aside to let you in through the door, and as you passed him he whispered, "Just you wait. Its on."
The three of you sat down, the officer at his desk, You and Dean in the plush chairs in front of it. You always hated sitting in front of a desk like this. It brought back too many high school memories of getting in trouble, with you slumped low in a chair not much different than the one which you were seating in now, getting scolded by both the Principal and your controlling mother. You could still hear the shrill in her voice as she harped on you for writing yet another research paper on a 'make-believe' monster, but you knew all too well that monsters were real, even back then.
You turned your attention back to the case at hand. "You want to fill us in on what is going on in this town?"
"Didn't you get the report I sent to headquarters when we asked for help?" Martin shot you a look that you had trouble reading. Was he insinuating that you weren't any good at your job? Man you really didn't like this guy.
"We did," Dean's voice had a condescending tone to it that you picked up on. "But we want to hear it from your point of view. Think of it as fact checking."
Martin leaned back in his chair and rolled his eyes, then put it bluntly, "Well agents. I have no bloody clue whats going on in this town. People are just disappearing."
You pointed to the case files he had open on his desk, "May I?" He pushed them towards you and you began to look over them as he continued.
"The disappearances have increased over the last few months, and since we haven't come up with jack squat, we decided to reach out for help. Wasn't my Idea. I am kind of surprised you folks got here so quickly."
"When did the disappearances start?" Dean questioned.
"About a little over two years ago. At first it was only a person every two or three months then it increased and in the last month alone we have had seven people missing."
"All men?" You interjected without looking up from the case files?
"Yep all men." He confirmed.
"Has anyone ever been found?"
You glanced up over your case files at Dean. You've said it before and you'll say it again. At least he is professional when it comes to the job.
"No, not one person has ever been found. We haven't even found a body. They're just.. Gone."
"What do you think is happening?"
"You mean to the men who disappear?"
"Yah, You know. Any theories on what is taking them?"
Martin laughed heartily, "Excuse me, what? Dont you mean who?"
"What do you think is happening?" Dean asked again, more firmly.
"Well, it could be a jealous ex boyfriend, killing off people that hit on his girl."
"You don't sound very sure of yourself." You prodded.
The officer hesitated and looked back and forth at the two of you before continuing. "There isn't anything that the men have in common, they didn't go to the same bars, didn't talk to the same women, some where married others were single, and they varied from different size and race."
You and Dean exchanged a quick glance. He wasn't telling the truth but the two of you patiently let him continue without interrupting.
"I can't think of any other motive for this case, other than maybe it was a woman who was mad that the men wouldn't date her or something, I dont know, thats crazy cause some for these guys were muscle heads."
Your eyes narrowed, "So what are you saying? You don't think a woman is strong enough to kill a man?"
Martin's eyes narrowed, "I'm just saying that there aren't very many women in this town that could take on some of these men."
"Wanna bet?" You challenged. You and Martin sat in a staring contest as you each tried to read into what each other was thinking.
"Lets rewind to the part where you said the men didn't have anything in common." Dean interjected before the conversion could divert any further and escalate. "We have reason to believe that the men did have something in common. You care to change your opinion on that or should I just come out and say it."
The officer didn't look pleased with the way this conversation had progressed. What was a conversation between professionals turned into an interrogation. He began to sweat but said nothing, thinking that the two of you were probably just fishing for answers and didn't actually know anything.
Dean continued. "Okay If thats how you want to play. Does the Dirty Thirty Gentlemen's Club ring a bell?"
"Shit." Martin sat up and leaned his elbows against the desk. "Okay okay, Yes. Most of the men were either last seen going into the club, last saw in the club, or told their friends they were going there. But some men, I mean, their wives said they were supposed to be at bowling night with the guys or something. We never had any hard evidence against the place."
"Let me guess, the striper club started up a little over two years ago?" You said sarcastically. Martin didn't answer right away. He opened and closed his mouth dumbfounded by all the information the two of you had, so you continued to patronize him, "You seem uncomfortable Martin."
"How did you know all of this information?" He whispered quickly, his eyes darting between the two of you suspiciously.
"We have our sources." You said cryptically, aka meaning that Garth had done some pre-research on the case. The three of you sat there in an awkward silence. Both you and Dean were straight faced.
"Well I think that concludes this meeting, don't you Agent Torres?" Dean stood up.
"Yes I believe I do, Agent Fillion." You began collecting the rest of the case files from the cop's desk and anything that looked like it remotely had to do with the case.
"What do you think you're doing?" He man fussed.
"We're taking over the case," Dean said matter of factly.
"You cant do that!"
"Yes we can, we have jurisdiction."
"Wha-?"
"We were going to include you in this case - " Dean started, raising his eyebrows and looked at you.
You continued Dean's sentence where he left off, " - But you're a liar, and we can charge you with impending on our mass murder case -"
"- for withholding information or conspiring with a murder. Your choice. - "
"- you're lucky we are letting you off easily." You finished coldly.
"We'll call if we have any more questions, but if you think of anything else...," Dean gave his award winning smile as he flicked a business card on to the now empty desk.
The two of you walked out of the office. Halfway down the hall Dean held out his fist and you completed the fist bump.
"That was awesome!" Dean commented.
"Yah did you see his face when you called him out about lying?"
"Wasn't as great as the face he made when he thought you were going to beat the shit out him for calling women weak."
"Hey, I was going to make him suffer for that comment."
Dean laughed. As the two of you reached the impala he looked over the hood at you. "See, we do make a good team."
You rolled your eyes but you didn't say anything this time.