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Blondie 20000: Tnx for the review.

"So, you're saying the guy... the assistant of the..." Sam tries to put the pieces together and Rooney helps him out "Deputy Assistant to the Director of the Office of the Public Liaison. He's name was Steve Munster."

Sam continues "Right...Um... He just spontaneously combusted...Sir?"

Rooney nods "He just lit up. There wasn't much left of him."

"Did he have any enemies?"

"This is politics, boys. We all have enemies. He worked for Justin Clark. His assistant was Jennifer S. Korn. "

"May we see the remains and his personal affects?" MJ asked.

"Muller, show them what they need. If there is anything you need, ask Muller."

"If I may ask, Sir, what are you going to tell the public?" Hooper asks curiously.

Rooney sighs. He didn't like having to cover things up and sweep them under a rug, but this was something that needed to be kept under wraps. "Candle. His jacket caught fire from a candle."

John came back down to the basement only to find it empty. No Leonor, no Mary in sight. He seared every inch of it and was slowly starting to panic. Who could have taken them? And where?

John felt so useless. His mind kept thinking about all those new things, monsters that were out there, monsters he doesn't know. Any one of them could have taken Mary. He had no idea where to start, where to go for here.

Mary woke up only to find herself tied up to a chair, with an old cloth wrapped around her mouth. Her head was still pounding from the blow, her vision a bit blurry, but she could see she was in a shed of some sort. There were shovels and rakes, even an old leaf blower. The she spots Leonor. But Leonor wasn't tied up. She was just sitting in a corner, shaking and caressing her long black hair saying "I was bad...I was a bad, bad girl..."

"Yep, definitively a witch." Sam says looking through a pile of what was mostly burned ash mixed with bone chips and cloth. He pulls out a cloth that had a striking resemblance to the one used for hex bags.

Dean rolls his eyes "Out of all things, it just had to be a witch."

"We just need to figure out who is it." Sam adds. "We're going to have to talk to everybody, starting with this guy's co workers."

Hooper shakes his head. "This isn't some back road hunt. This is the White House, there are rules and procedures. You can't just go around flashing an FBI badge asking people all sorts of things."

MJ nods "He's right, guys. We need to do this as professionally as possible. And that's why Hooper's going to get you new badges."

Hooper lifts his brows in confusion "I am?"

"You are. We need to question the staff and they will only answer to Secret Service Agents."

Hooper shakes his head again in disapproval "The President won't like this."

But Rooney was happy to sign off on the Winchesters becoming actual agents. The only one who didn't really like it was Hooper, not because he disliked the guys, but because he felt like they'll behave nothing like agents.

He was right about one of them...

All the staff in the Liaison Office gathered in a big hall used to hold presentations and conference meetings. It had a big stage on one side of it, couple of desks on the right and a whole bunch of chairs facing the stage. But most importantly it had a small buffet in the back. Nothing big, just some cocktail sandwiches, donuts and even a few fruits like grapes and apples.

As the four enter the hall, Dean spots the buffet and starts going towards it, but Sam pulls him by his sleeve. "Not now, Dean." He whispers. Dean nods, but glances over it.

A short bald man in a bit worn down suit approaches them followed by from Dean's point of view a hot woman, in a short skirt and a blouse. "Lady and gentlemen. You must be the SS agents. We are all here at your disposal. I am Justin Clark and this is... is...um..."

The woman puts her hand out "I'm Mr. Clark's new assistant, Jennifer . – and then she glances at Dean and smiles flirtatously – but you may call me Jenny."

John's thoughts got interrupted by the sounds of sirens. Shit, gotta get out of here. Don't worry Mary, I'll find you.

He got out of the house just before the cops arrived. He watched them go in and then it was all silent again. Are they ok in there?

Then he saw one of them coming out, looking around the perimeter. He wondered whether to approach him and ask for his help in finding Mary. He felt desperate. As if all of the sudden all of his hunter skills vanished and he felt the same as he did over thirty years ago when his wife, his house, his life went up in flames.

Then he saw the cop run in the back. A few minutes later he walks back out, helping Leonor to the car, Mary following behind. She was looking around to find John, but she couldn't see him. And he felt too ashamed to come out.

But he'd have to face her sooner or later.

And it was sooner rather than later when they met by her car half an hour later.

"John? What happened?"

"What happened to you? When I got back down you were gone."

"Someone hit me on the head and next thing I knew I was tied up in the shed. Where were you?"

"I...um...The cops came, so I went for cover. I thought I'd come back after they left and try to find you."

Mary looks at him tilting her head. This was definitely not the man she remembers. But more importantly, neither was he the man her boys told her about.

"It's ok. I'm fine. I told the cops I was a fed and that I found her in the basement. And the rest too. Come on, let's go to the station and find out what she knows."

John just nodded as he sat in the passenger seat.