CHAPTER TWO

Dante walked into the hotel room and dropped Ebony and Ivory onto the bed. This could get complicated.
He had heard of the Winchester brothers. They were famed in Heaven, Hell and on Earth. Dante had heard through his channels of contact about these boys. They had been to Heaven and Hell and back a number of times.

Dante also knew that these boys call themselves fought demons and other assorted supernatural creatures, quite well, from the things that he had been told. Dante pulled off his red, leather trench coat and threw it on the bed beside his weapons.

He sat on the edge of the bed and extracted his cell from his pocket. He punched in the number and put it to his ear. He listened to the ringing on the other end of the line and waited for her to pick up. Finally, after the fifth ring, Trish answered.

"Yes?" She said. Dante found that he was smiling to himself.

"Nice way to anwer the phone, Trish. Very professional."

"I knew it was you." She replied. Dante could almost see her shrugging her shoulders. "What do you need?"
She continued.

"I need your help with something." Dante said. "It seems we already have some Greenhorns sticking their noses into the case."

"I told you to get there quickly." She scolded. Dante rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he snorted. "Just tell me how to get rid of them."

"Who is it?" She asked.

"Sam and Dean Winchester." Dante replied. Trish was silent and Dante wondered if the line had been disconnected.
"Trish?" He asked.

"I'm still here." She told him.

"So? Have you got any ideas at all?" He asked again.

"You won't be able to get rid of them." She informed him. That was precisely what Dante was afraid she was going to say. He was hoping that it wouldn't come to that. He had wanted this to be a simple mission. Dante wanted to be in and out with no complications. Yet, here he was, having to deal with these two boys.

"So what do you suggest that I do if I can't get rid of them?"

"They aren't going to leave, Dante. It's just not their style. They're like you when they get a job. They follow it through all the way to the end. So you could either ignore them and try to go it alone as you always do, running the risk that they'll be in your way at every turn..."

"Or?" Dante hesitated to ask, knowing full well that he may not like the answer. He was right.

"You go out on a limb and work with them." Trish replied. Dante did not like to work with others. He did best on his own. Though maybe Trish was right. Maybe working with these boys wouldn't be so bad afterall. Dante sighed.

"Ok, looks like I'd do best to work with them." Dante conceded. "I'll go pay them a visit. See you when this is all over."
With that he hung up. Dante threw on his trench coat and grabbed his weapons before heading out.

Sam and Dean walked out of the bar, full and (in Dean's case) a little bit tipsy. They were laughing and joking,
reminiscing about a job they encounted back in their teens. They rounded a corner and Dean dropped the pie he was finishing on the ground. He scowled at the sight that greeted him. There, reclining on the bonnet of his precious Impala was the clown from the morgue.

Dean was seeing red. Who did this pretty boy think he was dealing with? Dean was in no mood for this amature's idiocy. What was this guys name again? Damian, Derek? Dean didn't really care. This guy was sitting on his car.
What was more frustrating was that this guy had his boots on the car. Dean had just had her cleaned and this served to push him to breaking point.

Dean withdrew his gun and aimed it at the newcomer. Sam glared at him and hissed for Dean to lower the weapon. Dean wouldn't have any of it. He was not going to let this clown walk all over him. The guy studied the gun and raised an eyebrow.

"Going to shoot me?" He queried, somewhat amused.

"Sure am." Dean replied.

"No he's not." Sam objected. "Dean put the gun away." Sam scolded him. Dean shook his head.

"No way Sammy! He's sitting on my car."

"Come on Dean." Sam pleaded. "Just put it away."

"He's sitting on the car."

"Oh? Is this your car?" He asked Dean, amused. "I had no idea."

"Thats it! I'm so going to kill him." Dean snapped raising the gun level with the guys chest. Sam grabbed the gun and took it off Dean.

The guy jumped off the car and strolled over to the boys casually. "So, I have come to talk to you. Maybe reach some kind of... agreement.." The guy said. Dean raised an eyebrow and snorted.

"What kind of agreememt?" Sam asked. Dean rolled his eyes. It was so like Sam. Be all trusting of someone that he had only just met. Someone that seemed to just be getting in the way all time. Sam and Dean knew nothing about this guy.

"I have come to ask you to join me."

"Join you? What do you mean join you?" Dean asked.

"It appears that we may be after the same objective."

"And what objective would that be?" Dean asked.

"We both want to kill that creature that has been killing all those people. It has been brought to my attention that we may benefit from assisting one another. Besides the job would get done a lot faster if we worked together, rather than get in each others way with this."

"Sam and I work alone. Thanks!"

"Well I could always shoot you if you're not up to it." He mused, folding his arms in smug satisfaction.

Dean would like this guy if he wasn't so uptight. This guy so needed to relax. Sam held up a hand as if in surrender. "Don't listen to Dean, we will work with you." Sam said. Dean glared at Sam.

"Uh, no we won't."

"Excuse us for a moment please?" Sam asked. The guy nodded and walked away a few paces, allowing them to talk in private. As soon as he was out of earshot Dean rounded on Sam.

"What the Hell? Why are so quick to trust people? Look at where it gets you? Ruby, Meg, all your other demon girlfriends. We know nothing about this guy."

"That was low Dean. I made a mistake with them but this guy is on our side."

"We don't know that!" Dean said. Sam shook his head.

"Come on Dean, the guy just told us he was on our side."

"He could have been lying, Sam, we've seen demons do it all the time."

"I trust him." Sam said. "We have to look at the options Dean. This guy is going after this thing too and it seems he knows some things that we don't. I think that this guy is going to be there whether we work with him or not. We may as well take the help, God knows we could use it. We have been looking for answers to this and we have turned up nothing."

Dean sighed. "Yeah, I guess so. I don't like this though, just so we're clear." Sam nodded.

"I know, Dean." Sam motioned to the guy who was reclining against the wall of the nearby building. He pushed himself off the wall and walked over to them.

"So? What have you decided?" He asked.

"We'll work with you." Sam said. The guy nodded.

"Good. Let's do this shall we?" He motioned to the Impala. Dean had to bite his tongue from saying something nasty. This mission just got a whole lot more complicated.