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Blondie 20000: No, not the new king. Far from it.

Sam finds Dean in the kitchen eating pizza. He smiles seeing him with ketchup all over his face.

"You got ketchup here." Sam says pointing at his lips.

Dean wipes his face with a napkin.

"What's up?"

"I... Um... Got a call from a demon."

"Another king of hell wannabe?"

Sam frowns "I don't know. He wants to meet. But it was strange."

"What do you mean strange?"

"He sounded scared. And he...um... He said please."

"He what?" Dean looked surprised.

"Yeah. I know."

MJ walks in. "Ough, pizza. May I?" But she takes the last slice before Dean could answer. He looked longingly at the slice she took, but said nothing.

Before she could even take a bite, her phone rings and she puts the slice back. Dean quickly grabs it making Sam smile.

"Hello?"

"Yes, sir."

"Of course, sir."

"Will be there..."

"Yes, sir, I understand."

"Goodbye."

Both Dean and Sam frown and look at her waiting for an explanation.

"The SS." She says.

Sam nods, but Dean didn't understand.

"The SS?"

"Well, technically it is SSSD."

Dean looked even more confused.

Sam says "Secret Service Supernatural Division."

"The what?"

So MJ and Sam explain.

"So you are telling me that the president made this Supernatural Division to fight off demons and stuff?"

"Pretty much."

"So you work for the government?" He asks MJ.

"Well, they were all working for me, for us in the future. But yeah, I do."

"So what was the call about?" Sam asks.

"They want me in HQ immediately."

"Why?"

"Don't know. But Director Cleese wants me there yesterday. He sounded pissed."

"So you are going?"

"I have to."

"I'm coming with." Dean says. Sam gives him I don't think that's a good idea look.

"You can handle the demon, right? Take Cass with you."

"I can Dean, but..."

"Then it is settled. I'll go pack." And he leaves.

Sam looked worried.

"Don't worry, I can handle him if needed. What about this demon?"

Sam tells her about the phone call.

" Dean's right, you and Cass can handle it. If you need us, yell."

Sam looks at her with confusion "Yell?"

"Or you can just pray." She says smiling.

Dean and MJ meet up at the garage.

"So, which car are we taking?" Dean says smiling looking at the two impalas.

"None." MJ replies. He looks at her frowning.

"Like I said, he wants me there yesterday. I don't have time for a 20 hour drive to D.C."

"So how the heck are we...

... Supposed to get there? " He finishes his sentence now standing in front of a building in Washington. He frowns at MJ.

"You didn't just zapp us here?"

"I did."

Dean shakes his head and they enter the building.

Sam and Cass head out in Dean's impala. He saw MJ and Dean vanish with a sound of flapping wings. Dean couldn't have liked that he thought.

A few minutes in they arrived at a crossroads.

"Is this it?" Cass asked.

"Yeah, he said the nearest crossroads."

A man comes out of the bushes. He looked scared and approached them slowly. He stood as far away as he could.

Sam takes out his demon blade and Cass pulls out his angel blade.

The man seemed even more scared now. "That won't be necessary, I hope."

"What do you want?"

"We... Um... We need your help."

When Dean and MJ got inside, they came up to a security guard. She showed him her badge and requested a visitors badge for Dean.

Then they got into an elevator. She pulled up to a retinal scanner which scanned her eye and she pressed the button of the top floor.

They got out into a room filled with cubicles. Everybody stopped what they were doing to see new guests. That all stared them down as they got to the other side of the room. MJ didn't care but Dean felt uncomfortable.

They reached a big door that said Director Marwood Cleese on it and after she knocked they entered.

A tall older man in a suit and a funny looking moustache was on the phone. As soon as he saw them he quickly finished his call and turned to them.

"Where the hell have you been!?"

"Doing my job, sir."

"You do know you are supposed to report back, right?"

"There was nothing to report, sir."

"Report about what?" Dean asked.

Then the man noticed Dean and his visitor's badge.

"Why the hell would you bring someone in here?"

"This is not just anybody, sir. This is Dean Winchester."

The man's eyes widen. "Dean Winchester? The Dean Winchester?"

"Yes, sir!"

"What is going on? Who is he? And how does he know me?"

Director Cleese tried to hide his excitement, but poorly. "I am Marwood Cleese the director of SSSD. And you, sir, saved the president."

"So?"

"What do you mean so?"

"I saved a lot of people. Sometimes I don't even get a thank you. And our goal wasn't really to save the president."

Director Cleese nods "We know. You were trying to get the devil back in his cage, right?"

Dean frowns. How much did she tell them?

"Well, you deserve a medal. We can't really give you one, but you still deserve it."

Dean couldn't help but feel a bit proud.

"Why did you want to see me, sir?"

"Yes, we believe we finally caught a werewolf."

"Caught?" Dean asks

"Yes. It was difficult, but he is definitely a werewolf. Our first real encounter actually."

"Why don't you show us, sir?"

"Go, find Agent Hooper, he'll take you. I have to make a phone call. Then I will join you."

"Help? You need our help?" Cass asks the demon.

"And who is we?" Sam adds.

"Well – the man says with his voice shaking – the hell, sir. The hell needs your help."

"Why would hell need my help?"

"Well, we need some guidons. And we can offer information."

"What kind of guidons?" Sam asks confused.

"And what information?" Cass adds.

The demon looked scared and confused, not sure how to tell them.

"Spit it out!" Sam yelled.

"Sir, I think it would be best if I showed you."

"Showed us what?"

"Hell."