Chapter Four (part one)

The Talon, table 5- by the window

"I mean it Sammy," Dean says, stuffing his face with burger, forgetting his manners and not wiping his lips. "This place...best burgers-"

"Dean," Sam says, looking up from the papers he brought- hey, he needs something to look at to distract him from Mr. I Eat Everything On My Plate. "This place...I didn't see any burgers on the menu.."

Dean smirks, shaking his head and taking a bite, "I know, I ordered from the diner across the street and brought it here, now...what's it that you're doing?" the young Winchester sighs, shaking his head and looking at the papers again; sifting through the faces of the pictures and occasionally taking a drink of his latte.

"Well, I've been looking at the victims."

"And? We know they died by Hell Hound-"

"Sh!" Sam shushes, slapping Dean along the backside of the head. "Don't say it out loud, come on, you want people to think we're crazy?"

"Pfft," Dean scoffs, "they've thought me and dad we crazy when we working together...big whoop, anyway, hell hounds; what's up?"

"Well-"

"Excuse me." They look to see a tall, well built, man. Bald. "I couldn't but over here...you sound like cops." Dean shrugs, and smirks at him.

"Well, baldy-ow!" he winces, rubbing his shin after Sam had kicked him under the man holds out his hand and a manipulative sneer crosses his face, but it quickly disappears when a friendly smile replaces it.

"Name's Luthor." he says, as if Sam and Dean - well, Dean mostly - should know who that is. Sam's mouth drops. Ah, so one of them has heard of him. Clearly the tall one has the brains...

"Luthor," Sam says, shrugging, "like...Lex-"

"Yes. That's me...now, are you two cops or not?"

"N-"

"Yes." Dean says, stopping his brother before he could even speak, he stands up and grasps Lex's hand and stares into his eyes. "Well...more like private detectives really. I'm Jeremy Bond, and the tall moose of a man is my partner, Detective McQueen." Lex only stares at them, looking at them; watching every movement as if to see if they were lying. Hell, they are, but years at this kind of work and with practice...you get good at this job.

"Well, I would like you and partner, Detective Bond...to come to my mansion." Dean smirks, watching as Lex pulls a business card from and hands it to the older Winchester.

"Great. Any specific time? Or reason?" Lex scoffs out a chuckle, smirking like the cocky bastard he is.

"Like you, detectives, I want to solve this case too. I just want to use my influence...now, do we have a deal?" Dean looks at his hand; black leather gloved hand, and then back into his eye. Blue.

Blue eyes are the easiest to read.

Smirking, with that same guarded expression, Dean reaches for Lex's hand but Sam catches it. Standing up. "Dean...can I speak to you for a minute?"

"Well sure, Sammy, right here."

"No..." he looks at Lex and smiles uncomfortably before he looks at his brother, "in private." sighing and rolling his eyes, Dean looks at Lex.

"Excuse my eccentric partner. We'll just be a second." Lex nods, sitting down in Sam's seat when the brothers leave to stand behind a pillar decorated with hieroglyphics. "What?"

"I don't think this is a good idea." Sam whispers harshly

"What's not Sammy?"

"This. Making a deal with the son of the most powerful man in the US! It's psychotic!"

"Oh," Dean scoffs, "Sam-"

"Dean, I mean it, one wrong move with this guy and he can ruin your life with a phone call."

"How do you know this?"

"I-" Sam hesitates, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head. "I don't know..I-I read it."

Why does Dean find that hard to believe? Then again...Sammy is a bookworm. "You read it?"

"Yeah..just..be careful?"

"Sammy, I will. Trust me on this." Sam sighs, shaking his head and biting his lip; crossing his long arms over his broad chest.

"Fine. I will." Terse words coming from his mouth, Dean takes it as a sign of 'I approve of your decision, but I don't like it.' Same old, same old.

"Great, now...let's go shake, Baldy's hand and get some of that pie that I saw the front counter." Sam sighs, walking out from behind the pillar and Dean takes a step to follow but before he does something hits him on the back of the head and he falls backward into strong arms that drag him out behind the coffee shop.

He barely makes out two voices, his head swimming from the blow, "Son of a bitch..." he mutters softly to himself, he doesn't think that the people have heard him.

Then a foot meets his chin with a steel toed kiss. "Ah!"

"What do you want me to do with him again?" The first voice asks, a deep and throaty chuckle comes to Dean's ears but he can't make it out...not when the throbbing in his head meets the pounding pain in his chin.

"Switch clothes with him. You'll be him until I tell you other wise."

"And him?" The voice says, he sounds young. About seventeen.

"Eh, he'll be missing, but I'll have my fun-"

"Fun?"

"Oh yes...trust me, me and him..." the second voice says, "we have a score to settle. But I'll take things slow."

"You're not going to kill him are-"

"Oh!" A roaring laugh, a sadistic one. Familiar. "Trust me, boy, I don't kill...until after there's nothing left to ...play with."

"Wha-"

"No matter, his brother will be looking for him...remember, your name is Dean Winchester."

"But-"

"You want that Clark Kent kid dealt with?" Jason nods, Crowley smirks, knotting his fingers together.

"Good. Then do what I ask."

"But-whoa!" Crowley grabs Jason by the front of his borrowed shirt, shoving him against the wall, staring into his eyes.

"We have a deal, Teague. Don't make me regret choosing you."