A/N: This takes place during the 2nd season of the Mentalist and 5th season of Supernatural. Enjoy!

Huntin' 101

Jane attempted to keep up with Lisbon's hurried pace at first, but it wasn't long before he slowed and waved her on. If she'd been paying any attention to him she would have heard his 'you go on, I'll be right there.' But, as it was, she only had eyes for…

"Agent Shaw, was it?"

Dean had been in the middle of explaining to Castiel the necessity of lying in the hunting profession when the tempered voice called out one of his many well thought aliases. He turned to see Senior Agent Teresa Lisbon crossing the city street and heading straight for him with fire blazing in her eyes. Not literal fire, of course, because he'd seen that in the flesh and it wasn't nearly as pretty.

"Damn it," Dean turned back to his awkward angel and lifted his hand to sternly jab him in the chest. "You say nothing."

"Come again?" Lisbon's voice sounded from just behind.

Dean whirled around, an easy smile on his face. "Agent Lisbon! Fancy seeing you here."

She quirked a brow at his choice words, but he was already mentally kicking his own ass for opening so lamely.

"Yeah, 'fancy'," Lisbon responded dryly. "Funny seeing you here, seeing as I gave you explicit orders to leave."

Dropping his voice as well as the façade, Dean's eyes flittered to the people passing them on the sidewalk. "I know you did, and trust me, I was more than willing to. But that was before I found out the case is my kind of case."

"What are you talking about? Anna Sullivan was murdered by Chris Donovan. We have everything but a confession."

"And you're not going to get a confession because he didn't do it."

Lisbon felt a sudden tap on her shoulder. Jumping around, she resisted the great urge to slap her consultant for sneaking up on her. But his hand motioning towards the faux agent, signaling the man had a point they should listen to left her rolling her eyes instead.

Dean eyed the man, already aware of his great perception skills and extremely wary of having to lie in front of him.

"If he didn't, then who did?" Lisbon questioned, voice strained.

"A demon," Castiel spoke for the first time.

At Lisbon's scrutiny and Jane's interest, Castiel widened his eyes and looked to Dean who refused to look back at him.

"This is where hunters lie." He guessed in that infuriating tone that made his dubious questions sound more like dry comments.

Dean wasn't going to dignify that 'question' with an answer.