Booth watched the two brothers from the end of the corridor. Considering they were in a cell the older one seemed completely at ease, lying on the cot with his eyes closed. The younger one was slightly more on edge regarding their whereabouts.

"Honestly, Dean, we're locked in a cell inside the FBI building. How are we going to get out of this one?"

"Sammy, haven't you learned yet, the best plan is no plan. If we've got no plan there's no plan for them for figure out, is there Detective?" Dean raised his voice slightly, turning his head and opening his eyes to look at Booth.

Booth walked down so he was standing at the door of their cell. He didn't know how Dean had known he was there, and if he was being honest with himself it unnerved him. "I actually came down here to ask for a little help with a case I have. If you help me out I'll put in a good word for you with my superiors."

Sam glared at Booth. "You've got us locked in a cell because no one else can see that we're the good guys. And you expect us to work from this cell?"

Dean sat up and put his feet on the floor. "Sammy, we don't do what we do for human reactions. We do what we do to save people. Doesn't matter how it ends, only that we stop as many things between now and then that we possibly can." He walked over to the bars, Booth didn't fail to notice that his kept himself inside his cage, was careful about it. Dean had obviously been mistreated while he was in a cell in the past. "We'll help in any way we can."

Booth was slightly shocked that it was Dean who agreed, Sam appeared to be the more emotional of the two. Apparently, Dean was more dedicated to whatever it was that they did. All Booth knew was that Dean had once claimed all kinds of monsters were real on a confessional tape.

Dean cocked his head to one side. "How is it that an FBI agent is coming to us for help on a case?" he wasn't asking for praise, he just wanted to know what was going on.

Booth shrugged. "I read your records and nothing seems to line up. They say you did all of those things but generally people have died, you guys show up, the dying stops and you disappear again. Every time you show up the cases are unsolvable."

Dean smirked. "That explains how you're comfortable letting us help. It doesn't explain why you want our help."

"I've got this case. None of my team can make any sense of it. You might have a better chance with it." Booth leant against the wall opposite their cell.

"Are we working from in here or do we get let out to help with this case?" Sam asked sarcastically.

Booth nodded. "Once you agree to work with me on this case, I've got permission to let you out. With electronic tracking anklets, of course."

Dean looked over at his little brother for a moment. They didn't seem to communicate but Booth had the feeling that they had both come to the same decision and they both knew it. Dean nodded. "You've got a deal."

Booth took out his cell phone. "Jim, they've agreed. I need you to come down here and put to tracking anklets on them." He hung up. "You'll be out in no time, guys."

xxx

Booth led Dean and Sam onto the platform. For once, the entire team was there, arguing about the case. "No way can a normal person pull this sort of thing off. This is a government cover up." Hodgins was saying.

"Hodgins, why would the government try to cover up these murders? Just because something doesn't make sense does not mean the government has something to do with it." Angela replied, rolling her eyes.

"Guys?" Booth leant against a table, folding his arms. "These guys are here to help us figure out our case. They've got some experience with…strange cases."

Everyone turned to look at the brothers. Sam gave them an awkward smile and waved. "Hi, I'm Sam. That's my brother Dean." Sam nodded over to where Dean was looking over a body. He didn't touch it, which pleased Bones and Cam.

Booth winced, watching how close he was leaning to the body. Dean took a deep breath and frowned. He looked up at Booth. "Can I open her eyes?" Booth looked over at Cam. Until the flesh was removed the body belonged to her. She nodded, pointing to a box of gloves. Dean picked one up and pushed the eyelid up.

Everyone watched him closely. He closed his eyes wearily. "Sammy, I know who it is." He threw the glove in a rubbish bin.

"You know the victim? We're still trying to match her with a name. If you could point us in the right direction that would speed things up a bit." Angela spoke, stepping forward. She hated it when they had no name.

Dean hadn't looked away from Sam, his eyes were haunted. Booth looked over at Sam, he looked worried. "Who is it Dean? How do you know?"

Dean shook his head, a smirk rising to hide the horrors in his eyes. "That four month holiday? They tend to do a lot of talking." He shrugged. "I listened. Son of a bitch! Sammy, you still got that knife of Ruby's? We're not sending him back so he can get out again."

"What are you talking about? You two are going to help me put all of the facts together and then I'm going to deal with the suspect." Booth argued.

Dean raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "You don't understand the kinds of cases we work on, Agent Booth." Sam spoke. "I need you all to keep an open mind…" everyone around them nodded. "We hunt supernatural things."

Booth stared at the brothers for a moment. "So you're telling me that there are such things as demons and ghosts?" he paused for a moment, thinking. "What about God?"

Dean shrugged. "Met an angel a while ago. Can't say about any god, but I know for sure that angels are real."

"Dean, just tell them. We need to work with them, once they know it'll be easier than trying to keep it from them." Sam argued. He saw the stubborn look on his brother's face and sighed. "Dean went to the Pit a while ago." At their blank looks he continued. "Hell. I died and he made a deal with a cross-roads demon to bring me back. The price was his soul."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Drama queen." He looked back at the body. "I know the demon who was wearing her meat suit. He likes keeping them just below the surface while he does things…jumps off buildings, gets them shot, and then he changes outfits."

"You call her a meat suit?" Angela asked, clearly disgusted with the term and the man who used it so casually.

Dean shrugged. "That's what a body is. When you die the soul is gone and it's nothing but a meat suit again."

Bones stepped forward. "So you say you went to hell. I can understand how someone could think they've been, but your brother as well?"

Sam glared at her. "I buried his body after it had been torn to pieces by hell-hounds. He was buried for four months. Believe what you like, but the guy who's killing these people is actually a demon."