Disclaimer: The supernatural universe; brothers, angel, and impala included, are not mine. Charlie's mine! As are a few others you might not recognize, but for the most part, I thank Erik Kripke and the Supernatural people for their wonderful creation.

"Gentlemen. Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedules to join us." Dylan crossed her arms with a cheeky grin.

"Well, apparently it's all my fault, so…" Cas crossed his arms.

"And I just love it when little brother here screws up, so…" Gabriel wrapped an arm around Cas' shoulders. Cas rolled his eyes and Sam curled his lip.

"I'm used to picking up these boys' messes." Bobby shrugged.

Dean nodded in agreement.

Dylan rolled her eyes. "Alright. Well. Here's the plan. We are going to split up in pairs, and each pair will be in charge of keeping an eye on one vic. If Crowley shows his face, the plan is to text the other two pairs the signal code; 6294, and the other two groups will help corner Crowley. Ideally we get out a motive, and we take him out. Make sense?"

The assembled group in front of Dylan nodded with various levels of enthusiasm. Dylan, for some reason wearing military fatigues, nodded once.

"Group Omega: Cas, Sam," The two shared a slightly confused look. "You two will be watching Lorelei Brown, she's a manager at the local Red Lion. Sneak in through the service entry, and the third door on the left will be housing two bellhop uniforms. Report for duty, and stick close to the concierge's desk. All right?" Cas nodded.

"A wendigo nearly nabbed her; so…look for those signs." Dean added.

"Group Beta:" Dylan continued, "will be going undercover in Tad Master's law firm."

"The dude who tried to blackmail a shape shifter?" Dean snorted. "What a douche."

Dylan smirked. "He actually kind of reminded me of you, Dean." Dean's eyes narrowed, and the others chuckled.

"Gabe, you'll be a vending machine operator, and Bobby, you'll be running routine maintence on the computer system. Look sharp." Bobby nodded and Gabe winked.

"Dean and I make up Alpha…We'll be in fatigues and playing soldier down at the barracks."

"Who're we guarding?" Dean asked.

"Sergeant Barnabus Allen."

"The guy who had to deal with that minor croatoan strain." Dean shuddered. "Awesome. Quick question: Why split us up the way we are?" He asked. "Wouldn't it make more sense for Sam and I, and Cas and Gabe, and you and Bobby?"

Dylan shook her head. "We've been divided so that if necessary, each group has one person with the ability to travel from one place to another within seconds."

"Except for us?" Dean pursed his lips. Cas and Gabe snorted.

"Er…." Dylan made a face. "We'll figure it out. Any other questions?"

The group shook their heads, and Dylan grinned.

"Alright then. Let's go catch a bad guy."

Sam and Cas

Red Lion

Sam had been many things throughout his career as a hunter. An FBI agent, a yoga instructor, and even, at one point, a teddy bear doctor. But a bellhop? This was new.

And to his surprise, he wasn't very good at it. All he really had to do was carry bags to a customer's room for them, get tipped, and then go back and wait for the next group of bags. He and Cas alternated; so that there was always someone keeping an eye on Lorelei.

The woman periodically seemed to send Sam odd looks…he wondered if he looked as uncomfortable as he felt.

And of course, it was so much worse because his fish out of water impersonation was directly compared to Cas' impassive, stoic stance. It was really just Cas being Cas, he couldn't help himself if that was just how he was….but then the angel had the audacity to look over at sam and wink.

WINK.

The punk knew exactly what he was doing…Sam growled.

"You two!" Lorelei barked. "This group of luggage was supposed to be delivered hours ago! Drop them off in room 314…stat!"

Cas nodded curtly and reached for most of the luggage. Sam followed suit, eyes narrowed.

"What?" He muttered to Cas as they climbed the stairs. "Were you a bellhop in a past life or something?" Cas shot him a dry look and he rolled his eyes.

"Okay, I get it, that was stupid, but you don't have to be…SO efficient."

Cas smirked. "I apologize, am I making you look bad?" Sam raised a brow, and Cas chuckled. "Act natural, Sam. You just need to stop thinking." He advised.

It was Sam's turn to shoot Cas a dry look.

"Right." HE dropped a bag to reach for the door handle. "I forgot who I was talking to." He opened the door and strode in. Sam followed, then froze.

As he took in the occupants of the room…or more rather, what they were doing, he acted more naturally than he had since donning the uniform: and he exited the room so fast he left skid marks on the carpet.

Cas, on the other hand, simply tilted his head and watched for a moment. Then he cleared his throat.

"And where would you like your bags?"

When Cas came downstairs a few moments later, Sam raised a brow at him.

Cas' face remained unchanged, but he flashed Sam a glimpse of the tip he'd just received, a fat stack of bills.

Sam snorted. Trust Cas to walk in on a couple being…intimate, and still walk out with a huge tip.

Crowley could really show up any time….

Bobby and Gabe

Masters Law Firm

"Excuse me? Computer, nerd person?" Bobby rolled his eyes but simply turned to Tad Masters with a raised brow.

"Would you mind keeping the clients in my office distracted for a few minutes? I need a breather." Bobby narrowed his eyes, then shrugged.

"Sure."

"Oh thank God." Masters, breathed a sigh of relief. "They're driving me insane. Back in ten." And he turned and strode away. Bobby turned to Gabriel, dressed in a brown uniform, and jerked his head. Gabe smirked, and then winked, loping away in the direction Masters had gone. Once Gabriel was also out of sight, Bobby moved to Masters office…

Where two screaming adults stood on opposite sides of the room.

Divorce then.

Bobby paused in the doorway to listen.

"You're never home! You never tell me where you're going or when you get off work, I mean, for all I know, you could be CHEATING!"

"Why would I even want to do that?! I LOVE YOU! Could you just maybe understand for one second that my job is stressful and I don't want to come home to MORE stress!? All I want is a peaceful home!"

"And you think I DON'T?! You think I LIKE the arguing? Of course I don't, who would?! Would you?" The couple turned to Bobby.

"Me?" He asked surprised.

"Yeah, you." The man huffed. "What's your opinion?"

Bobby narrowed his eyes. "You really want to know what I think?"

The couple nodded.

Bobby shut the door slowly behind him.

"Alright then."

30 minutes later:

"I had no idea," The man clasped his wife's hand gently, "that my behavior was so hurtful to you." He shook his head slowly. "I never wanted to hurt you…I just didn't want you to be haunted by the violence of my day job."

The woman smiled softly. "You do such important work," She comforted, "I should be respectful of the fact that you don't want to bring it home with you."

The man grinned. "So, sweetheart? What do you say? Stay married?"

The woman thought for a moment, then nodded excitedly. "Stay married!" The two embraced, and Bobby nodded, smirking.

"I am SO sorry, my call took longer than I thought," Masters strode in, then froze as he stared shocked, at the couple. "Have we changed our minds?" he asked slowly.

The couple nodded. "We'll still pay your full rate." The man promised. "But your associate was so wonderful,"

"He really told us what we needed to hear." The woman nodded. "And we've agreed to try again."

The man stood and shook Masters hand. "Thank you." He nodded meaningfully at Bobby, then escorted his still-wife out of the room.

Bobby eyed Masters with a critical eye.

The man was….wrinkled. His face was bright red and his lips were swollen…..and Bobby shuddered.

He didn't want to know.

Masters grinned sheepishly and opened his mouth, but Bobby just shook his head and walked out of the office.

He REALLY didn't want to know.

When Bobby saw Gabriel equally wrinkled and grinning brightly, Bobby gagged.

He REALLY, REALLY hadn't wanted to know.

Crowley could show up at that moment and strike him dead, and Bobby would shake the demon's hand in thanks.

But Crowley didn't show up. And so Bobby pulled out his phone…and waited.

Dylan and Dean

Barracks

" So what exactly is our cover?" Dean asked, plucking at the army fatigues he wore.

Dylan shot him a look. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm assuming our cover is a bit more complex than just the uniform."

Dylan smirked and continued walking. Dean frowned.

"So what's the plan?" He asked again. Dylan shrugged.

"I don't have one."

"You…." Dean threw his hands up in the air. "Please don't tell me you're just going to walk up to Allen and tell him the truth."

Dylan said nothing and Dean groaned. "Are you trying to get me shot again?"

"Just trust me, Winchester." Dylan rolled her eyes.

Dean crossed his arms. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't."

Dylan turned to send Dean a warm smile, just as Allen approached.

"Captain Kirk." He greeted Dylan with a salute. "Your contributions to ensure the continued freedom of this fair country are quite impressive."

Dean wanted to snort at the verbose greeting. Instead, he thought of dead puppies and his face remained blank.

"Thank you," Dylan inclined her head, and her voice remained as emotionless as Dean's face. "I'm sure you remember Dean Winchester?" Dean choked, eyes widening in horror as the second Allen heard the name Winchester he'd reached for his weapon.

Dylans voice, cold and resonating with authority, made him freeze. "At ease, sergeant." She ordered.

Allen dropped his hand in obedience, but his mouth opened to argue. Dylan beat him to it.
"I understand that your last meeting with the Winchesters went anything but smoothly, and I am well aware of his recreational activities and all that entails. Both Winchesters are close advisors of mine and we've recently been debriefed about a potential repeat of three years ago." Dylan narrowed her eyes. "Our only priority is to maintain that nothing of the sort happens."

Sergeant Allen blanched, then nodded. "I understand, Captain, and your assistance is appreciated." He visibly winced. "But you should be aware that you are not the only captain visiting the fort today."

Dylan tilted her head in confusion.

"This captain is also significantly more well-known." Allen added.

Dean figured it out then. Dylan just squinted her eyes.

She was going to require another hint.

"Am I to assume that this captain is also significantly…OLDER?" Dean asked helpfully, and Allen nodded quickly.

Dylan crossed her arms as she thought. Several moments passed.

Then she choked and her hand flew to her chest. "No Way!" She blurt out.

Allen and Dean shared a look.

She got it then.

Dylan groaned loudly, and rubbed her eyes. Then she turned to Dean, an apologetic look on her face. "We'll have to split up."

Dean shook his head immediately following her announcement, but Dylan spoke over him. "We need to ensure that Rogers is affected by absolutely none of this. Not knowing what he's getting himself into, he'll try and help and end up probably dieing. You want an Avengers death on your hands?"

Dean winced. "Okay. I get it. You go distract Captain America- why are you shaking your head?" Dean crossed his arms. Dylan winced.

"We have history. He won't listen to me. It's gotta be you."

"I'm not letting you run off willy nilly towards Crowley." Dean argued, face flushing. "You don't know him-"

"I do to an extent Dean, and he doesn't know me, which is an advantage. He won't be on a high alert if he notices me. And vice versa goes with you and Steve. This is the logical answer."

Dean grimaced. "Fine. Take Allen with you-"

"He has to go with you, Dean. For the reasons I've just mentioned as well as because you don't even know where Steve is." Dean growled, and paced for a moment. Dylan stood arms behind her back, waiting patiently for Dean to see reason. Allen, watched, bemused. Finally Dean turned to point a threatening finger in Dylan's direction. "Don't die on me." He ordered.

Dylan smiled. "I would never." She promised solemnly. Then she shrugged. "Besides, maybe Crowley's going to hit one of the other sites and I got the easy gig." Dean snorted and gestured for Allen to lead the way, and Dylan smirked as she overheard his parting remark.

"We're not that lucky."

Dean was right. While he'd been arguing futilely with a high and mighty do-gooder, Dylan had spotted Crowley right away, and had begun to tail him. Crowley had walked amongst the soldiers milling around the fort as if he'd belonged there, and the soldiers, foolish as they were, didn't even question, why a british man in a pristine suit was walking around unattended. Eventually Crowley began to make his way into the forest, and Dylan, after shooting off a text, followed discreetly.

With the Winchesters, she didn't get to glitch all that often; they weren't aware she could even do so, and for some reason, she'd never brought it up, even when she'd had the perfect opportunity. So when she was on a solo; she kind of went overboard with the glitching. As she followed Crowley she glitched from tree to tree, which was helpful because the forest went drastically uphill and Dylan was out of shape.

Eventually Crowley reached the very top of the mountain, where he could overlook the entire fort, and he pulled out a small vial. Dylan frowned as he eyed the vial closely and then swirled it around. There wasn't liquid in the vial…it looked like…wind? Dylan narrowed her eyes, and a horrifying thought made her draw her gun and step out into the open.

"Freeze!" She ordered. Crowley simply turned to look at her bemused. "I'm Captain Kirk of the U.S. Army, and civilians don't have the authority to be in this area, you need to leave…immediately."

Crowley chuckled, and with a snap of his fingers, Dylan's gun was ripped out of her hand and thrown to the side. "Humans are so….cute." He rolled his eyes. He didn't notice the gun disappear from the ground. Dylan's eyes widened slightly in surprise. She'd noticed.

Crowley tilted his head. "But this might work out even better." He looked at the vial in his hand with disgust. "Who even knows if this air-born virus will work?"

"Sir, are you a terrorist?" Dylan asked seriously. Crowley laughed.

"Sure, let's go with that. Now, come here so I can infect you." Crowley ordered, pulling another vial, this one housing a pill, and Dylan tilted her head. By her calculation, she only had three minutes to stall. Easy enough.

"Oh. Okay then." Dylan moved forward. "What exactly are you injecting me with? Swine Flu?"

Crowley's eyes narrowed suspiciously, then he shook his head. "A swine flu vaccine, actually." He smirked. "Aren't you lucky?"

"Sir, that swine flu thing was a joke." She narrowed her eyes. "Are you operating under the influence of narcotics?" And she took a few steps closer to Crowley.

Crowley hissed. He jumped into a long speech about the indecency and stupidity of humans and Dylan listened stoically, waiting for the perfect moment.

That moment came when Sam burst out of the forest, Cas on his heels. Crowley jerked in their direction and hissed, and Dylan used the opportunity to glitch to his side and rip both vials out of his hands and then glitch away. She paused to catch her bearings right outside the door of the Fort's main entrance, and heard Crowley's howl of outrage from miles away; (Where she'd been just moments before.)

Dean burst of the door, and Dylan jerked a finger towards the mountains, and then gave Dean a thumbs up. Dean nodded. "Rogers was right behind me," He warned before running off. Dylan nodded and glitched away once more.

She'd gotten the croatoan virus away from Crowley; the fort was safe. She'd let the rest of them deal with Crowley, let them feel useful. They didn't need her help…surely they had it all under control.

Right?

RIGHT?!

Hehehe. By the way; 6294 spells out NAZI on the phone keyboard. I'm funny, I know.

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