Dean gripped the gun tightly in his hands listening carefully for movement. If he was careful, he might be able to kill this thing and hit the bars early tonight.
He walked along the old moth eaten carpet and stopped at the last door in the hall. Inside he could hear low growls. Bingo.
Dean gripped the door handle, preparing to swing it open, when he heard another sound behind him. Not the low growling of a monster, but someone whispering to him.
"Hey!" the voice said a bit louder than safe.
Dean narrowed his eyebrows then looked behind him to the guy waving him over.
Dean raised his eyebrows and looked between the door separating him from a werewolf and then down the hall to the smiling man in a gray war coat.
Dean backed down the hallway but stopped a good five feet from him, gun still in hand.
"Uh, hi." Dean said still unsure what he was doing.
"You shouldn't be here." The dark haired man said looking mischievously at Dean.
"Actually," Dean reached in his pocket ignoring the fact this dude was totally flirting with him and pulled out a FBI badge. "Agent Greg Harper, FBI. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave this place now. Don't worry we have it under control." Dean flashed the badge then went to place it back into his pocket when the man grabbed his wrist.
"Can I see that?" he asked thoughtfully holding out his hand.
"Yeah sure." Dean handed him the badge. Come on dude,, any longer and we're going to be chew toys.
"This isn't real." Grey coat said holding the badge up.
Deans turned back disbelievingly to the guy. No way he could have figured that out.
"Jack Harkness." the man pulled out a badge of his own. "Torchwood."