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Chapter 2

~Beauty & the Beast~

"Sho...theh...huhntuhs?" JT asked Vincent as he was finally stuffing his face with his fifth greasy, sausage pizza. On their way home from their little pizza detour, Vincent felt horrible for not getting JT his pizza until four hours after it was due. In fact,Vincent used his own allowance (indirectly JT's money) and bought two full pizza boxes for his best friend to make up for the four hour delay.

"Yeah...Something like that." Vincent said as he piled his own plate with a stack of six slices of Pepperoni pizza. "They said they hunt supernatural freaks so I guess they saw me go bump in the night."

"Bump in the night?" JT raised his eyebrow. "What the frigg does that even mean?"

Vincent paused for a moment, not prepared to come up with an answer. "Uhhh...it's some kind of technical term...for supernatural creatures…. You know, kind of like the term we use when I beast-out. To them, it's called: bump."

"Well, if we ever cross paths again, I hope they're on our side. I would hate to be on the receiving end of those weapons. They looked like they would hurt!" JT exclaimed before sipping a glass of milk, "I'm just glad they didn't stick one in ya while you were a beast."

"No kidding; I may actually have some competition with them; they certainly appear to know what they're doing. Anyway, aside from you, for once it was nice to actually speak with other testosterones. They seem like good guys...for the most part." Vincent smirked and stood up and put his paper plate into the trash bin. "I really wouldn't mind if we found some way to join forces. Their killer skills, no pun intended, could be vital assets against Muirfield and we both know we need as many forces as we can get."

"I'll eat to that." JT said before taking another bite of his pizza. "So you going over to Cat's tonight?"

Yeah, I want to tell her about our really weird night. Who knows, maybe she's heard of these hunters before," Vincent shrugged and threw on his new, dark blue jacket. "Then again, before she knew about me, she didn't even think the supernatural world even existed."

"What about you, man?" JT raised his brows, "As far as I knew, you put the super in supernatural; other than you, big guy, I didn't even think vampires or werewolves even existed! Now that there's apparently a whole other world out there...why haven't we met any of the other contestants of the Sci-Fi conventions?

"Beats me…but it's good to know I'm not the only freak out there." Vincent said as JT pushed in his chair and headed towards the couch. "Anyway, I'm off to see Catherine. If I'm not back b—"

"Yeah, yeah," JT interjected and pressed the TV's power button, "I get it. Don't have to go into any details."

"Right. Well…see ya later." Vincent stated awkwardly. Ever since Vincent started seeing Catherine, he has felt somewhat sorry for always leaving JT behind. Then again, he certainly wouldn't take JT with him when he would visit Catherine-who knows what can happen when two touch-deprived individuals meet up after an eternity of waiting. 'One day,' Vincent thought to himself, 'JT will find someone who will make him just as happy as Catherine makes me. I just hope it's sooner than later...' He looked back at his friend one more time before heading out the door.

"Adios, amigo." JT said even though he knew his best friend was already halfway to Catherine's.

As Vincent raced across the underbelly of the city, he was certainly anxious to see his girlfriend. Not only did Catherine miss out on a great opportunity to hunt down the bad guy, but, for once, this strange sequence of events had nothing to do with Muirfield. None. Zip. Nadda. It felt good to actually be involved in something that wasn't affiliated with Muirfield. Still, he couldn't help but wonder about that Klaus character. There was just...something about him that made him different than that thing Sam killed earlier. Although he wouldn't mind confronting the vampire-werewolf-thing, he couldn't put Catherine in any further danger. Klaus seemed like the sort of creature that wouldn't think twice about killing someone so if he ever comes to New York City for another untimely visit, there's no way he's going to let Klaus anywhere near Catherine if he could help it.

In a matter of minutes, Vincent was already jumping onto her fire escape and knocking on her window.

"Coming!" he heard Catherine shout from within the apartment as he saw her bedroom light turn on. He couldn't help but feel very intoxicated when he saw her approach him. A few nights without being with his girlfriend had been too long. A night of love was most definitely needed and extremely high on demand."Hey," she smiled gingerly the second she opened her window. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever make it over here tonight."

"Believe me, I was thinking the same thing." Vincent chuckled as he automatically climbed into her bedroom. "You won't believe what happened to me tonight."

"Besides finding a body dump? What can be more thrilling than that?" Catherine raised her eyebrow as Vincent closed her window. "Oh! By the way, thanks for the coordinance. I sent it to the new boss and he said he will look into it in the morning. You did take care of the problem, didn't you?"

"Now what kind of boyfriend would I be if I came back home without finishing the job?" Vincent smirked and wrapped his arms loosely around her tiny waist."

"Like any other boyfriend probably." Catherine smiled, loving the way her boyfriend said the word, 'home' so naturally even if it wasn't entirely true. "Besides, not many guys can say they are bloodhounds, you know."

"You might be surprised." Vincent laughed as his fingers innocently traveled under her very short nightgown, making it extremely hard for Catherine to stay focused.

"W-why do you...say...that?" she managed to say while closing her eyes to enjoy her boyfriend's tender and highly intoxicating ministrations.

"Oh...I don't know… I guess...it's been...a really...weird night." Vincent murmured against her ear as his lips slid across her jawbone. He lightly nibbled on her earlobe and internally smirked as a small moan escaped her mouth. She pressed her hands against the back of his broad shoulders and dug her nails into his skin as her lips traveled to the nape of his neck.

"Forget...explaining…" she muttered as she continuously feathered kisses along his shoulder, "There's...time...for...that...later."

"Agreed." he whispered before hastily lifting his Beauty off the ground and tossing her onto the bed. Filled with excitement, Vincent climbed on top of her and wasted no time claiming her lips with his. As their lips molded together, tongues were dancing, clothes were flying, and skin melted with skin. Finally, the Beast was reunited with his Beauty.

"What were you saying about your day again?" Catherine cocked her head as she looked into her boyfriend's eyes and rubbed her palm against his bare chest. "We kinda...got distracted."

"I wouldn't necessarily call that a distraction." Vincent chuckled as he presented his adorably-dorky grin.

"Vincent, I'm serious, I want to know how your day went." said Catherine as she rolled over until she was on top of him.

"Well, technically, the day has just begun so I have to say...It's starting pretty nicely." he laughed again but stopped when his girlfriend smacked his chest. "Ow!"

"Oh come on; you know that didn't really hurt!" Catherine rolled her eyes. "Now, tell me; I want to know."

"Well," Vincent snaked his arms around her smooth back, enjoying the soothing sensation of her skin melting against his, "Everything pretty much started after I ended our call…. I had heard a woman scream so naturally I went to try and save her. When I arrived, I found a creature literally sucking the blood from a woman so I bared my teeth and it just...ran off. Before chasing after it, I ran to the woman and found her still conscious. Obviously, I call JT, tell him where to find her, tell her JT was coming and that help will be on the way and finally, I followed that monster's scent."

"You called it a monster…" Catherine whispered. "Was it another beast?"

"That's what I thought at first but when I confronted it, it definitely did not look like a beast. It did have gold eyes like mine but its teeth were much more...vampiric. Like I said, weird day." Vincent stated as he combed his fingers through her sweaty, stringy hair, "It started to attack me so I changed and fought back. It wasn't long before I hear this gunshot and then the creature just...falls over. It wasn't dead but it definitely was injured."

"Who shot it?"

"Sam…"

"Who's Sam?"

"Oh. He is part of some secret organization thing that kills off supernatural weirdos kind of like me." He stopped in mid-explanation when he noticed the worried look on his girlfriend's face. "Don't worry, love," he cupped her face, "Neither Sam nor his brother, Dean, shot at me. I'm fine, okay?"

"You better be." Catherine said, kissing him once...then twice before urging him to continue with his story.

"The brothers saw me chasing after the thing so they bolted after me and shot the creature in the process…." As Vincent continued to tell his very interesting tale, his beautiful, amazing girlfriend couldn't help but widen her eyes at some parts and gasp at others.

When he finally finished, she said, "You're right...weird. It's a shame I missed it, though. I wouldn't have minded meeting a vampire-especially a British one."

"Uhhh...I don't like the sound of that…." Vincent grimaced, causing Catherine to laugh.

"Vincent," she leaned closer to him, "You have no reason to be jealous; I'm only kidding."

"Good." Vincent sighed in relief as he formed a smirk. "Besides, Klaus...seemed…ruthless. He actually talked about snacking on preteen girls! I know my moral compass isn't exactly due North but that's pretty messed up, if you ask me."

"Yeah." Catherine giggled as before giving him a quick kiss on the chest, "If you ever run into Klaus again, tell him I know of a few good shrinks if he's interested."

"Ehhh...I don't think that's a good idea. He'd be more interested in their blood than their Dr. Philisodes." Vincent scrunched his nose.

"Right."

"Now that you know about my night, how was yours?" Vincent asked, wanting nothing more than to change the subject.

"Nothing too special. Heather did a lot of singing though, and Tess also sang a number but I really wasn't feeling the mood. I couldn't help but worry about you, Vincent." she confessed. "Especially after you told me about the body count. I couldn't help but worry you might be one of them, come tomorrow."

"Well, I'm here now." Vincent whispered as he slowly pulled her face closer to his, "But this guy is pretty tired so I think we should call it a night, yeah?"

"Sure." Catherine nodded and gave her lover one last kiss before burying her head into his chest. "Goodnight."

"G'night." Vincent mumbled while kissing the top of her head before he turned off her lamp and snuggled against his girlfriend's warmth. As the room swallowed up in darkness, Vincent still couldn't help but wonder if he made the right choice in trusting these hunters with his secret.

~Supernatural~

After standing up to wipe the dirt from his hands and off of his clothes, Dean handed Sam the shovel as he climbed out of the grave. "That should be deep enough," he said and grabbed the machete from the duffle bag. Dean walked over to the werewolf-vampire thing and with a clean and almost effortless swipe, he cut off the head. "Your turn," the elder Winchester told his brother as he wiped the blood off of the machete with a cloth he pulled from the duffle-bag.

Sam grimaced. "Why do you always make me do this part?" he asked Dean.

"Because you're the little brother," Dean explained. "And because you forgot the pie at the last motel…again." He stepped out of the way to let his brother pick up the body.

Sam sighed and picked up the body of the hybrid, dumping it into the grave. Dean grabbed the head by the hair as Sam turned around. "Think fast," he said as he tossed it to Sam who ducked out of the way as the head fell into the grave with its body.

"Dean! Really?" Sam exclaimed as he straightened up. "Respect the dead."

"It was going to kill us had it not been for Virgil-" Dean began as he walked towards his brother.

"Vincent," Sam corrected as he rolled his eyes.

"Whatever," Dean said. "The point is that…that hybrid was going to keep killing. It wasn't human anymore, Sammy. I'm not going to respect something that kills innocent human beings, dead or alive."

Sam just shook his head and started to fill the hole again with the shovel. Dean used his machete to help his brother shove the dirt over the body, hiding the evidence of the supernatural's existence from the rest of the world. It took them a total of forty minutes to finish up and return to the Impala to continue driving on the road. The two were silent to start off, but soon enough, Sam spoke. "What are we going to do next?"

Dean sighed. "I don't know. Probably not vacation," he said as he switched his grip on the steering wheel.

Sam looked out the window, a little distant as if in thought. "I can't believe we let Klaus Mikaelson go…" he said after another brief beat of silence.

Dean shook his head."We didn't let him go. We couldn't help it… He's an Original Vampire, Sam. He's going to do what he wants. Now that we know he's on the loose creating werevampire things, there really isn't anything to do," Dean said, in a stern tone of voice. "You heard him… we can't kill him."

"There's always a way to kill everything, Dean. Nothing is invincible," Sam pointed out as he looked back to his brother. "We, of all people, should know that."

"You're right," Dean replied after a second. "But we don't know what to use to gank Klaus. Not yet anyway...For now, he's basically an untouchable. Meaning we should probably leave him alone. Besides there are other things we should concern ourselves with. The Angels, Cas…. Vin- what's his name."

"Vincent," Sam said as he leaned back in the seat.

"Yeah him. We don't even really know how he became what he is. All we know is it was a Captain America experiment gone wrong. Who ever those Muirfield people are, they went all Bruce Banner, meaning to create Cap, but instead created the Incredible Hulk. They need to be stopped. If there are anymore out there like Vincent and if they're a lot worse than him, I don't want to have to add yet another type of monster on the kill list."

Sam nodded. "So we're going after this.. Muirfield?"

Dean paused. "I don't know… not yet. We'll go to New York and find Vincent and get as much info from him as possible and while we're gathering information, we should probably try to find Cas too… He might be able to help us."

The Impala cruised on for awhile yet. An hour later, she was parked outside of a run-down hotel and the brothers inside the building, settling down in the cheapest room available. And, within a few minutes, the Winchesters were fast asleep.

Dean was the first to wake. He looked at his watch as the sun peeked through the curtains and noticed it was seven-thirty. He rolled onto his back and pulled the pillow over his eyes for a few minutes, before finally getting out of bed. Dean began his morning routine: shower, change clothes, brush teeth, etc. When he was done, he sat on the edge of the bed and watched his brother sleep for a bit. After a few minutes, he bowed his head, put his elbows on his knees, folded his hands, then began to pray to his lost angel friend. The one who had once pulled him from the depths and torture of Hell. The one who had helped him and Sam stop the apocalypse...the one who pretty much saved his and Sam's asses on a weekly basis. He hoped that Castiel would hear him and come to their aid.

"Cas...wherever you are… I need your help...We need your help...the Angels have fallen… we've got this case we're working on…" he began. "I don't know how we're going to get through the case...we may be biting off more than we can chew… But then again… when are we not?" He paused. "So Cas...if you're listening...get your trench coat ass here cuz we need you…" He waited for a few minutes to see if his trench-coat-wearing friend would appear and when he didn't receive a reply, he stood and went downstairs to see if the hotel had a dining area.

Dean was about halfway through his coffee and pancakes when Sam joined him in the little hotel diner. Morning sunshine," he said as he took a bite of sausage.

Sam rolled his eyes as he sat down in the chair across from his brother. A waitress came and took his order then left to go fill it once he told her what he wanted. "So...I've been thinking…"

Dean dropped his fork and picked up his napkin to wipe the syrup from the corners of his mouth. "Oh no… here we go," he said, expecting one of his brother's long and detailed explanations or ideas to something pertaining to this case.

Sam stared at his brother and shook his head. "Vincent said that he was helping his girlfriend on a case, right?"

"Yeah," Dean confirmed as he picked up his fork once more and took a bite of a large square section of pancake.

"Well, that could mean a number of things. She could be a lawyer or federal agent...or… a police officer. If there is anyone we could talk to about Vincent and these Muirfield people, it's his girlfriend. She'd be able to help us find him so we could see what we're up against," Sam explained.

Dean considered his brother's proposal as he took a pause from eating. He held the knife and fork in each hand with an elbow on the the table and the other arm resting on the edge of the table. "Alright… and what if she won't tell us anything?"

"Then we try and find that friend of his…" Sam said seriously.

"Who? That Bill Nye the Science Guy wannabe?" Dean asked as he cut off another section of pancake and stuck it his mouth.

"Yeah," Sam confirmed.

Dean smiled at the waitress when she brought Sam's breakfast to him. Sam just thanked her. When she asked if they wanted anything else, Dean asked if they had any pie. She said yes and returned moments later with pie in a to-go box. When Sam was done eating his healthy breakfast of fruit, orange juice and an egg cooked sunny side up, the boys went back to the room and as Dean ate his pie, the younger Winchester opened his laptop. "So the plan is to hack into the NYPD database and...look for any cases that could be tied to Vincent," Sam explained.

"Yeah…and make sure that one of the cops on those cases is a chick, because he said his girlfriend is in law enforcement of some kind. She'd be able to give us the info we need, " Dean confirmed.

"Alright," Sam said with a nod and got to work, typing commands into the command prompt at a fast pace. Thirty minutes later, they were in. Sam scrolled through the cases in the database under the keywords that Sam had entered, while Dean looked over his shoulder.

"How long does it freaking take for you to find cases about a freaking science experiment!?" Dean asked impatiently.

"Hacking takes some time, Dean...but not for me: I've found it," Sam said as he clicked his mouse, scrolling down the page.

It was a case labeled "Ashley Webber" and one of the prime suspects was none other than Vincent Keller, their friend from the woods. The detectives assigned to the case had been Catherine Chandler and Tess Vargas. In the notes, it was mentioned that Vincent was a dead war vet, killed in Iraq twelve years ago.

"So he is a Zombie," Dean said as he read over his brother's shoulder.

Sam turned around and looked at Dean. "What is it with you and zombies?"

Dean shrugged. "There's an awesome show on T.V. that has to do with the zombie apocalypse. It's pretty bad ass…"

Sam sighed and turned back to the computer. "So it looks they belong to Precinct 125," Sam pointed out.

"Well then, Sammie, let's suit up," Dean said as he tapped his brother's shoulder and went to go change into his suit and tie.

~Beauty & the Beast~

"You look like you're in a happy mood." Tess Vargas, Catherine Chandler's partner, stated as she placed a hot, Caramel Macchiato on top of her desk. "Let me guess: yummy night with the boyfriend?"

"You...you could say that." Catherine blushed, not wanting to go into any details. "Anyway, forget my love life, how's your whole...thing...with JT?"

"Where the hell did that come from!?" Tess raised her eyebrows, taken aback.

"Well, I've noticed you two are getting a little closer." Catherine laughed before taking a sip from her morning coffee. "No comment?"

"Oh I'll comment all right!" Tess exclaimed as she slammed her hands on top of her desk, causing several officers to look at her. Realizing every eye was looking at her, she sheepishly sat down in her chair and leaned forward so only Cat could hear her. "Listen, Cat," she whispered, "JT's a nice guy and I congratulate him for always sticking up for Vincent's ass but he's so not my type. Let's not forget that every time I save his sorry ass, he's always complaining. Believe me, I was better off on my man cleanse!

"Whatever you say, Tess." Catherine shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Okay, enough's enough. Any cases?" As much as Catherine loves her job and enjoys the thrill of being a cop, she was praying for a relaxing day-especially for being so sore from the night before. God forbid she ever tell Vincent but she still isn't physically used to her boyfriend's new physique. He's stronger and his beast seems to love to play more than usual. However, despite her boyfriend's physical changes, she could not be angry at the fact that he is even more...well-endowed...since his capture with Muirfield. At that thought, Catherine blushed and bit her bottom lip, thinking of all of the fun times she and her boyfriend are going to have.

"Beats me," Tess shrugged as she noticed her partner's stupid facial expression, "I just got here. By the way, if you're not wanting people to know you're sleeping with an immortal sex god, you should really consider wiping that silly smirk off your face."

Catherine looked around, praying to God no one heard her partner speak so candidly before she leaned in, whispering, "He is not immortal."

"But you're not denying 'sex god.'" Tess sneered as she cocked an eyebrow.

"That's...debatable…b-but it's not open for discussion." Catherine snapped.

"You're blushing." Tess laughed but stopped when she noticed the glare she was receiving from her partner. "Bitchiness aside," Tess changed the tone of her voice and asked, Has the boss given you anything?"

Delighted Tess changed the subject, Catherine said, "Nope. I've just been sitting here, waiting for you to park your caboose so I can rush outside and make a phone call." Catherine mentally prayed Tess was done with her snark attacks. "See you in a few?"

"Make the call quick and don't spend an hour just trying to say goodbye to one another. I've seen puke more adorable than that." Tess gagged as she shoved her finger towards the back of her throat. "Now get your ass outta here so you can come back with a clear head and ready to work."

"Yes ma'am!" Catherine saluted and hurried to the woman's locker room to place her phone call.

"Is everything all right?" her boyfriend asked as soon as she heard him answer.

"Yeah...I was...I was just a little worried. You know, after last night with that whole…hunter circle cult thing you ran into or whatever…I couldn't help but be a little worried." Catherine explained. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You are okay, aren't you?"

"Yeah! Never better, actually. All thanks to you." She could hear the definite smirk in his voice. "Anyway, it's good that you called; I actually have some news for you."

"What?"

"Well...thanks to the World Wide Web and JT's excellent hacking skills, we were able to figure out that Sam and Dean are tied to a lot of unsolved cases. My guess: those unsolved cases had to have dealt with a lot of supernatural creatures. I'm surprised I haven't heard or seen anything more supernatural than me before last night."

"Wait...Sam and Dean…those names...they seem oddly familiar…." Catherine tapped her chin. "Did you figure out what their last name is?"

"Yeah...Winchester. Why?"

"C-could you hold on a minute?"

"Sure…"

Catherine raced back to her desk, causing Tess to give her a strange look. "What gives?" Tess asked but Catherine ignores her. Tess rolled her eyes and returned to her computer to look for any recent cases. After logging into the database, Catherine typed in "Dean Winchester" into the search engine, and almost instantly, there were quite a few hits.

"Got quite the number of hits on Dean." Catherine said into her phone as she clicked on the name. "It says he has a younger brother named "Samuel Winchester" and, at one time, both of them were wanted by the FBI."

"Really?" her boyfriend voiced, wanting to know more.

"Yeah. But here's the weird part…." Catherine paused as she continued to read Dean's file.

"What?"

"The file says Dean Winchester, along with his brother, have been dead for almost two years…."

"Hmmm…." her boyfriend chuckled, "Looks like we have more in common than what meets the eye."

"Vincent," she whispered as she looked around to make sure her co-workers, aside from Tess, were not paying attention to her, "This isn't funny. What if they're somehow tied to Muirfield?"

"It's a possibility but highly unlikely. When I asked them if they were working for Muirfield, they looked seriously constipated…. They had no clue what or who I was talking about." Vincent stated, "Their faces were far too genuine to be faked. Believe me, I can tell when people are lying and their pupils weren't dilated. I have a feeling they're the good guys...despite the long list on their rap sheets. I think...no...I'm pretty certain the Winchesters are just like me-except...they sort plan to kill and I kind of just...kill."

"Okay, well please be careful." Catherine closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. If someone ever succeeded in taking Vincent away from her again, she would go crazy! Ever since she found him a few weeks ago, going through her days without him was absolutely agonizing. If she had everything her way, she would spend the next year making love to Vincent if it meant he would never leave her sight.

"I will; I promise. See you tonight." It wasn't a question, it was a bold statement.

"Can't wait." Catherine smiled to herself and muttered, "I love you."

"Love you too." she heard her boyfriend say, causing a smile to pull at her lips.

As she made her way back to her desk, she didn't realize her best friend was staring at her with amusement."You better be careful," Tess said jokingly, "If you smile any wider, your lips will fall off your face. Then where will your love-life be?"

"Oh Tess; you're just jealous." Catherine laughed.

"Please...I'm more jealous of Detective Philmore's donut than I am of your lovemance." Tess pushed her hair back. "Anyway, while you were talking to loverboy, the chief handed me a group of cases he would like us to pick from."

"Great!" Catherine exclaimed even though she mentally cursed on the inside. To keep up appearances, she added, "I feel like I haven't worked a case in months!"

"Thats because you haven't, Cat." Tess stated, shaking her head. "You've been too busy trying to find Vincent instead of coming to work. It does feel like it's been ages, though. Doesn't it?"

"Indeed." Catherine smiled. Just as she was about to look through the heap of casefiles, she jumped the second someone audibly cleared his throat.

"Detective Chandler? Vargas?" a man with short, sandy-brown hair said as he looked at the two women before him.

"Depends who's asking." Tess said after sharing a glance with her partner.

"I'm Agent Axel Perry and this is my partner, Agent Led Rose. We need to ask you a few questions...in private." The man who cleared his throat said as he and Agent Rose flashed their badges.

"What the hell?" Tess shrugged before sharing a glance with her partner, "Let's go into the interrogation room; it's pretty cozy in there."

Agent Rose, the tall one with the longer hair, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that'll be great."

Once more, Catherine and Tess briefly looked at each other before leading the agents into the interrogation room. "All right, Horatio and Mac, what's this all about?" Tess asked as Catherine closed the door.

Agent Perry sat down in a chair and put his hands on the table. "We just wanted to know a little bit about the Ashley Webber case."

"In your report," Rose interjected, "you had stated that your primary suspect was dead, but yet his DNA had shown up at the crime scene. A… Vincent Keller." He recalled as he pulled out a notepad and a pen.

Suddenly, Catherine and Tess's internal Muirfield alarm went off so Catherine whispered, "Let's go somewhere more...isolated."

"So you know something?" Agent Rose raised his eyebrows. "That's good."

"What's wrong with this room?" Agent Perry asked. "Unless...Private means we're, uh, gonna have some fun." He winked at the girls. Agent Rose threw a look at Perry and rolled his eyes.

"Shove it up your ass." Tess snapped. "Look, you came to our precinct because you want answers. The way I see it, you ain't getting any answers unless we're doing things our way. Capiche?"

"Oooooh...Sassy. I like that." Perry said smoothly as he nodded with his dorky grin.

"Agent Perry," Rose interjected, seemingly annoyed. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

Perry nodded as if nothing was wrong. The pair got up and exited the room and stood in front of the window. From what Catherine and Tess could tell, the boys were practicing for their next miming gig with their lips flapping and their arms flailing sporadically in the air. When they return, Tess couldn't help herself. "What? Something wrong in the bromance department?"

"So...that private place?" Rose asked, ignoring Tess's comment.

"Right...private place...cuz that's what you were just arguing about." Tess rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"This way," Catherine said as she opened the door to lead the group to the alley outside the precinct. In the meantime, she whipped out her phone and sent her boyfriend a quick text, saying: M-Alert!

~Supernatural~

Dean and Sam followed the two lady cops out of the interrogation room, and as they walked, they stayed a few feet behind the ladies to whisper about the situation. Dean, being the man he is, was quite satisfied by the view he saw.

"You know Sam, I'm kinda liking this case...I didn't think these two would be so freakin' hot," he smiled as he checked out Vargas and Chandler from behind. "It's not every day we get to work a case where there are two smokin' lady cops!"

Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head as they turned down another hallway. "Dean, stay focused," he ordered as he looked towards his brother. "A slip up could blow our cover. We said we'd do this discreetly...Clearly it's not going that way."

The women turned around and looked at them. As Dean smiled and winked, they turned back around, ignoring him. Dean shrugged. "It'll be fine, Sam," he reassured his brother as they were lead through a door and out into the alley.

The girls scanned the area and when the coast was clear, they whipped around and faced the boys with their guns aimed at their chests. Sam and Dean panicked and instantly threw their hands up into the air. "I think they're onto us Sam!" Dean said through clenched teeth.

"Yeah, I can see that," Sam replied as he looked from one cop to the other, as if trying to ensure that neither of them would do anything stupid.

"Who are you really?" the shorter cop asked, taking a step closer to the boys.

What makes you think we're not who we say we are?" Sam answered, trying to keep his cool.

"Puh-lease, what is this? A chapter from one of those Supernatural books?" the taller woman rolled her eyes, "Anyone who walks into a precinct, acts like they own the place, flashes fake badges and asks about closed cases is definitely not who they say they are."

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. "Really? Please don't tell me you're one of those fan-girls, cuz I can't handle that right now…" he said as he let his arms drop to a little more relaxed stance.

"I thought we'd escaped those books," Sam muttered under his breath as he looked at his brother.

"I know, right?" Dean whispered but turned his attention back to the girls when the taller one snapped, "You ladies done talking over there? Because, in case you haven't realized it, you have two pissed off cops pointing their guns at you."

The shorter one added, "You still haven't answered my question: Who are you?!"

"Relax….we're no—" Before Dean could finish, a dark figure fell from the sky and blocked the girls from his view. Knowing it was Vincent, Dean and Sam lowered their hands and sighed with relief. "Well...that was easier than we thought…. See Sammy? Told you we'd get through this."

Perplexed, Vincent straightened out his stance and raised his eyebrow.

"Uh, you wanna take care of the trigger happy vixens behind you? I really don't want to be shot at today," Dean said as he nodded in the direction of the women with guns. He hoped Vincent would forgive him for the comments he had made last night and would help them since Castiel was failing in that department at the moment.

Vincent folded his arms. "Why would I want to do that?"

"Uhhh...because we're you're buddies and you'd be emotionally devastated to see two hot, sexy ladies blow our brains out." Dean voiced. "I mean...you are on our side, right?"

"Well, you two are the ones invading my girlfriend's precinct." Vincent chuckled.

"I wouldn't say….invading." Sam replied as he cocked his head to the right.

Now...which one's your girlfriend?" Dean mused.

Before the men could say anything, the shorter cop stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Vincent's elbow. "I am." she said.

Dean smiled, swung his arms to his side, and turned to the taller woman. "So...are you free tonight?" It had been awhile since he had had a decent date and since the Winchester family vacation was on hold, why not have a mini vacation from all this crap...especially with a beautiful, tall woman?

"Don't make me shoot you." she said toughly as she jerked her gun towards Dean. "Because I will, you know."

"So…" Sam cut in while slowly bringing his arms down to look at the women. "Which one's Vargas and which one's Chandler?"

"Hey! No turning this around on us! You answer our question first!" Vincent's girlfriend exclaimed.

"Fine. I'm Dean; that's Sam." Dean jerked his head towards his brother as he crossed his arms.

"Vargas….Tess Vargas." the one with the attitude said as she lowered her gun.

"So you must be Chandler…" Sam deduced, looking at Vincent's girlfriend.

"I must be." she shrugged. "Vincent, are these the two...the hunters you ran into last night?"

"Yeah...but I didn't think they'd actually try to look for me." Vincent replied as he crossed his arms as well. "They must really want to know what makes me tick."

"Actually," Sam stated, "We're curious about this...Muirfield you mentioned to us last night. We were wondering if it's some kind of threat to the human population."

"But we also want to know how you turn into a goblin." Dean added with a serious expression. Ever since he had first seen Vincent the previous night, Dean wanted to know how this guy had become what he had. Sure he had his theories...some having to do with zombies...others more serious and having to deal with the blood of a supernatural creature, but he wanted to hear the truth from the source. It was hard for him to believe that a secret organization had found a way to create such a beast. In his line of work, nothing supernatural was ever man-made, so how'd Muirfield manage it?

"Well, before I go into any detail, I think it's best we relocate. The last thing I need is for Muirfield to find me again. I've escaped from them once and really would like to stay free, this time." Vincent said and Catherine agreed.

"Definitely," she nodded. "How about my place? It's big enough for all of us and my sister doesn't live with me anymore. You should probably call JT and let him know what's going on, though."

"We can leave the Geek Freak out of this," Dean shrugged. "The less who know, the better."

"Hey," Vincent shot a warning glance, "That Geek Freak is my best friend so there's no way I'm leaving him out of this. He's helped me out so much in the past so I owe it to him."

"Of course," Sam nodded. "And we wouldn't have it any other way. Would we, Dean?" Sam gave his brother a stern look.

"I guess not." Dean sighed and uncrossed his arms, letting them drop to his side. "Just make sure he's good and fed. He doesn't seem like a happy camper on an empty stomach."

To Dean's surprise, Vincent, Catherine and Tess chuckled with laughter. "I don't think…" Catherine smirked, "JT is ever a happy camper when he's hungry."

"Yeah…he does get a little ornery sometimes." Vincent sneered. "Anyway," he turned to his girlfriend and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Do you have time to take off from work?"

"No, she doesn't." Tess answered for Catherine. "The boss is starting to keep a sharp eye on you, Cat…"

"Thank you, Tess," Catherine gave her partner a glare before turning back to Vincent, "But, yeah, she is right, Vincent. I can't skip work anymore...at least not for a long while. How about you, JT and the other two go ahead to my apartment and start talking. Tess and I will meet you after work and we'll play everything else by ear, okay?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, you can fill me in tonight, okay?" Catherine grinned suggestively.

"I plan on it." Vincent whispered before he gently rubbed his nose against hers.

As Catherine and Vincent shared a very prolonged kiss and a sweet embrace, Dean couldn't help the smirk suddenly forming on his face. Slowly, he sidestepped towards Tess and folded his arms. "So…, Tessica…"

"It's Tess." she rolled her eyes, uninterested.

"But I like Tessica more."

"Call me that name again and I'll shoot your balls off." she snapped as she placed her hand on her gun to intimidate Dean Winchester.

'Dean," Sam tapped his shoulder. "I think she means business."

"Nahhh." Dean winked. "She's just playing hard to get. Aren't you, Sweet Cakes?"

In seconds, Tess whipped out her gun, wrapped Dean's neck in a chokehold and pressed the gun's barrel against his crotch. "Think I'm joking, now?"

"Uhhhh…" Dean looked at his brother for help but Sam just shook his head.

"Sorry, man; you're on your own."

"Traitor." Dean muttered as his brother stepped backwards. "You know," Dean glanced at Tess, "A human woman's never pointed her gun at my crotch before...That's pretty kinky, if you ask me."

Disgusted, Tess released him and said, "Here's some advice, big shot. If you stop thinking with your dick; that might just do the trick."

As Tess left to pull Catherine away from Vincent, Dean called after her, "You and me, babe! It's destiny!"

"Save it for someone who cares!" Tess scoffed as she dragged Catherine into the precinct.

As she slammed the door, Dean stood up and walked over to his brother. "She wants me."

"Uh-huh...yeah. I could totally tell." Sam pressed his lips together and then abandoned his brother to talk to Vincent.

~Beauty & the Beast~

As Vincent and the Winchesters approached Catherine's apartment complex, JT pulled up to the curb and hopped out of his Hatchback. "You know," JT said as he walked towards the group, "For a guy who has lived in New York City most of his godforsaken life, you really suck at giving someone directions. It took me TWICE as long to get here."

"Well...can you blame me? It's a little harder to recognize the streets when you're either running under the city or hopping rooftops." Vincent scratched his head apologetically. "Besides, you're here aren't you?"

"That's beside the point!" JT fumed before realizing he and Vincent weren't exactly alone. "Great...not you two again. Just what I need: more problems to worry about."

"Hey," Dean pointed his finger at JT, "Were you by any chance a team member of the attempted webshow GhostFacers?"

Sam elbowed Dean in the arm and muttered, "Does he look like haunted-house-psycho material?"

"Uhhh...I'm standing right here…" JT looked at them but the brothers ignored his remark.

"Point taken...but this wouldn't be the first time crazy shit's happened to us. I swear, you know….Dude!" Dean turned his attention back to JT, "Do you...have a brother who looks a lot like you that would do any of that crap?"

JT was perplexed. He barely knew these stud-wannabes and they're...well, at least Dean was acting like they've met before. "Uhhhhh...no? What the heck is GhostFacers?"

Sam laughed lightly as Dean sighed and pulled down on his face before murmuring, "Thank God."

"Am I missing something?" JT cocked his head, still muddled with confusion.

"Don't worry about it." Sam shook his head. "It's not important."

Still puzzled, JT shrugged, knowing there was no way he was going to drag it out of them. Apparently, whatever this GhostFacers was, it definitely had mentally scarred the two brothers before him.

"Anyway," Vincent interjected, wanting to get down to business, "the apartment?"

"Right. Let's go." Dean nodded and started leading the group.

"Uhh, who died and made you boss?" JT asked as his eye twitched while taking a step closer to Dean as if trying to intimidate him.

"If I remember correctly," Dean smirked as he crossed his arms and placed his weight on his tippy-toes to tower over JT, "That hybrid did; so back off, Nerd Turd."

As JT and Dean continued to bicker back and forth, Vincent and Sam sighed. "Is Dean always so...bold?" Honestly, Vincent had no idea how to describe Dean Winchester. It was like he was powered by a lightbulb. When it's off, he acts so...childish…, and when the light is on, he's a badass fighter. Vincent could probably think of many dichotomies that could easily describe Dean, like: funny and serious, bold and timid (when there's a gun pointed at his face), impulsive yet sometimes deliberate. Sometimes, Dean's personality often reminded him of his older brother, William. If William were still alive, Vincent was sure Dean and Willie would be the best of friends. They're alike on so many levels; the comparison is almost too uncanny.

"More or less," Sam shook his head, "But when it comes down to business, Dean usually tones his...Dean-ness...down. Usually…"

Vincent nodded, understanding Sam completely. Suddenly, Vincent noticed JT and Dean still bickering as they were walking away from Catherine's apartment complex."Where are you going?" Vincent asked.

JT and Dean turned around, looked at Vincent, then looked at each other before looking at Vincent again. Just as JT was about to say something, Dean lightly shoved him out of the way, took three steps closer to Vincent and brushed his finger underneath his nose. "Uh...I don't know. But I thought someone should step up and take the lead." Dean replied impulsively as he crossed his arms and let out a little grunt.

"Well, if you should know," Vincent laughed and pointed to the building behind him, "Catherine's apartment is the other way."

"Right." Dean said as he started marching the other direction, leaving JT flat on his butt.

"I swear, he's not like this all of the time." Sam informed Vincent and JT as he helped the fallen brother back to his feet. "He's just...well...he's Dean."

"Don't worry," JT smirked and looked up at Vincent, "It takes one to know one; isn't that right, Big Guy?"

"Hey!" Vincent laughed as he very gently slapped JT on the shoulder. "I'm not that bad."

"Maybe not now, V, but before Muirfield? Don't get me started!" JT chuckled. "Anyway, let's hurry up; I wouldn't want Mr. Impulsive to get lost trying to find the building."

"Right!" Sam and Vincent replied in unison before the three of them caught up to Dean so Vincent could take the lead.

"Catherine's apartment is the fifth fire escape platform directly above us." Vincent said as he pointed upwards. "Just follow my lead."

As Vincent got ready to jump up, Dean pursed his lips and tapped the mutant's shoulder three times. "Hey, buddy. We're not supermen. We can't fly like you."

"Well, to be honest, I don't technically fly either." Vincent chuckled but the rest of the group wasn't laughing. "I...er...I just jump."

"Oh...Then...what're the jumping impaired going to do? Climb up five flights of steps...in these Fed suits?" Dean raised his eyebrows as he looked upwards. "Yeah...not liking that plan. Plus, I don't think Nerd Turd has the proper physique to survive even a flight."

"Dean!" Sam elbowed his brother in the ribs. "Unnecessary!"

Dean turned to JT and mumbled, "Sorry man…"

"What?" JT tried not to smirk, "I didn't hear you."

"Look! I know your weasel brain heard me so don't make me apologize again!" Dean huffed.

"Sorry about that...again." Sam sighed but whispered to his brother, "Jerk."

"Bitch." Dean muttered back before whirring around to give JT a very innocent smile as he batted his eyelashes like a little girl.

"Well," Vincent interjected as his best friend rolled his eyes at Dean, "you can if you want; I was just going to suggest the elevator while I go and unlock her apartment door." Vincent replied with a smirk.

"Oh." Dean voiced as he turned back around to look at Vincent. "You don't have to worry about that, buddy. We've got this." He turned to Sam and held out his hand as he tapped his foot impatiently.

"Um, I think…" Vincent scrunched up his nose, "we should try and stay on the right side of the law this time. My girlfriend is a cop, you know."

"Dean, I think we should definitely do it Vincent's way." Sam said calmly a s he placed his hand over his brother's shoulder. "This is technically his territory and you do remember that incident with dad back in Alton, IL with the werewolves in 1999, don't you?"

Dean shuddered. "Right. Vinny's way, it is then!"

"Elevators sound good to me too." JT added as he mentally grimaced at the thought of having to climb all of those godforsaken metal stairs.

"Right, let's go." Sam said and the three humans departed from Vincent as they headed for the building's entrance.

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