Hey everyone! Just letting you know that I did not drop off the face of the earth or any other dimension, I've stupid ass busy this summer and very distracted. I'm also working on a Sabriel fic, another Destiel fic, and a Merthur fic to release... sometime. It seems like I've been working alot on them but they still aren't ready yet. To all of my supporters... thank you for being patient with me even and for reading my fics. You all mean a lot to me! I know what you're thinking, "Sure we do..." but for real, I love it when I get an email notifying me that someone favorited, review, or followed me or one of my stories. So thanks for doing so! Keep up the good work.

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WFFH.

So without furthur ado, Allons-y!

Kate Beckett stared at the two men sitting in the questioning room. The blonde man, Dean, Winchester refused to be serious about anything and was being very uncooperative. The other one, who introduced himself as Castiel Winchester Novak, stared back at her through the one way glass. Unmoving, unemotional, the man barely blinked. Every so often Dean would lean over and whisper something to him, the mic would catch snippets of conversation. Something about another man, Sammy, angels and demons, and someone else named Gabriel.

Esposito peeked his head in.

"I got the file, the one guy we got in there is Dean Winchester, and man does he have a track record. Tons of cases of credit card fraud, impersonation of an officer of the law, disturbing the peace, assault, a few murder accounts which were later changed to manslaughter under the pretense of self defense, and quite a few reports of arson cases on here as well. The other guy we have nothing on. I mean absolutely nothing. The guy doesn't show up on any FBI records, he doesn't have an ID. With what we have on him, the guy doesn't exist," he said handing her the file. Kate nodded.

"The brothers? The ones that showed up in the warehouse, what about them?"

"No idea, Kevin's working on that now."

"Okay, I'm gonna go talk to them," Kate said, leaving the room.

Entering the questioning room, Kate noticed that Dean immediately stiffened around her. Castiel, however, watched her calmly.

"You have quite a FBI record Mr. Winchester," Kate commented. Dean smiled charmingly at her.

"Please, just call me Dean. Mr. Winchester was my father, and my father isn't around anymore. The only living Winchester who would let you get away with calling him Mr. is probably my brother," he said.

"I see, and how does your brother feel about your legal record?"

"Well considering he's got a very similar one, I'm sure he doesn't give a damn as long as it's not sitting in front of me while a hot detective goes through it." Dean was flirting with her. She stuck her tongue in her cheek and raised her eyebrow at him before turning to Castiel.

"And are you aware Mr. Novak, that according to what we found on you, which is nothing I might add, you do not exist?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Are you going to tell me your real name Mr. Novak?"

"I did, my name is Castiel."

"But not Castiel Winchester Novak?"

"No. I do not have a last name. But I figured you would want a last name. I just couldn't figure out whether I should use Dean's or Jimmy's."

"Who's Jimmy?"

"My- no one. Jimmy is no one, just a friend. From my child hood," Castiel stuttered.

"Are you lying to me?" Kate asked.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I can not tell you the truth," Castiel answered matter of factly. Kate sighed.

"Listen Castiel, I want to help you. The only thing you've done wrong that we have found is impersonating an FBI agent. But if you can't tell me the truth then I'm going to have to assume that you've committed a much bigger crime," She said, giving him a smile. Castiel looked over at Dean then back at her.

"I will tell you everything you want to know if you let Dean go," He said.

"Cas..." Dean warned.

"No can do, he's got to much on him."

"I can explain everything. I will tell you everything you want to know, about myself and about Dean, if you let him go," Castiel continued.

"I'm sorry Castiel, but that's not how the law works," Kate said. Castiel nodded.

"I guess you don't want to know who the next target is," Castiel said, leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms.

"You're not playing this game with me."

"I know who's going to die next."

"I'm not falling for it Castiel," Kate insisted. She was curious though. Suddenly Castiel sat straight up in his chair and look at Dean. Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Detective Beckett, do you have a business card?"

"Yes... Why?" she asked as she opened her folder and grabbed one.

"May I see it?" Castiel asked. Kate handed it to him, he looked at it and smiled. Then he stood up, Dean did too. Kate quickly stood, confused.

"Detective Katherine Beckett, my name is Castiel, I am an Angel of the Lord, this is Dean Winchester he is a hunter of the supernatural. This serial homicide case you are working is actually a war between Heaven and Hell. If you are lucky, the Winchester's and I will get it all sorted out without your help and the homicides will stop. If you aren't lucky we might need your help, or the Apocalypse will happen. Preferably the former. Good day Detective, have fun trying to find us," Castiel said. After which he placed two fingers on Dean's forehead and the two of them disappeared. Kate's eyes went wide.

"What the hell?" She asked to no one in particular.