HunterHawk

Sorry it took me so long. This is my favorite pairing evah, so it should be long~! Their song is I Bet My Life by Imagine Dragons. I made a video for them with that song on YouTube, if you wanted to go see it. Someone asked for Sam/Bobbi, so I think when I write that one, it'll be this chapter from Sam's 3rdperson limited POV. For HunterSepticEye, it'll be the sequel to this and pretend they're in a threesome and not just them. This is set way before Avengers.

Dean had been caught by a government agency called SHIELD. He sat in the interrogation room of their headquarters on the ground, and he was itching to get out. The door opened in front of him, and he looked up to see a slightly aging agent. "My name is Phil Coulson. I'm looking to give you a job, Dean Winchester."

Dean blinked in surprise. "Um… what?"

"There are things out there, things we don't know how to get rid of. Things you've been getting rid of since you were young." Phil said, sitting down across from him. "You… you want to give me a job… that's already my job?"

"And pay you for it. You can teach some of our agents how to get rid of these monsters. A Director of your own division, if you prove yourself."

Dean leaned back. He didn't like that. He didn't want to work for the government, he never did trust them. But… he could help so many people, and getting payed didn't sound that bad. He should really be consulting Sam about this…

"Where's my brother?"

"Sam? He's in the interrogation room next door. Did you need to talk to him about this?" Dean nodded, and Sam was being brought into the room.

"Do we do it?" Dean asked, unsure. "I say we do. I don't see why not. I mean, we already do what their asking for, and we can train more people who actually want this to fight back against the demons. And we're getting paid."

Dean mulled over this as Sam stared at him. "… ok." Dean said finally. The door opened to a man in a black trench coat and an eyepatch. "That's good. If you would come with me, you can meet Maria, who can tell you all you need to know."

That was 7 months ago. As of now, Dean was seated at his unofficial desk at Headquarters. Since his job caused him to move around a lot, whenever he was here, he was stuck at this very desk.

"Dean!" Maria yelled, coming up to him. "Yeah, Maria?" Dean asked, looking up at his best friend. After those 7 months, he and Maria had clicked. Sam had found his soulmate here, Bobbi, and while Maria knew who her soulmate was, she wasn't allowed to see him as herself because she had found him undercover as a Newscaster from Canada.

"You'll never guess who's here! Black Widow and Hawkeye!" She said excitedly. Dean was the only one that Maria acted this way in front of. "Will I get to meet them?" Dean asked. He had always thought they were both hot, but Hawkeye was beautiful. Astounding.

Dean nearly sighed. "I don't know. Do you want me to pull some strings to make sure you do?" Maria asked. "Nah, its fine Maria. If I meet them, I meet them."

"They're some of the most infamous agents here. Like spy celebrities. You really-" Maria tried, before Dean cut her off in a firm voice. "It's fine."

Mari huffed and nodded, before leaving to go back to her post. Dean and her would meet up at their usual restaurant and get drunk together, as they always did at the end of the day.

Dean was back to looking over his computer boredly, giving a sigh. He hated desk work, he didn't have much to do anyway. He couldn't wait for the next mission where he was needed would come up.

He didn't even do regular Salt and Burns anymore, those were delegated to the lower level agents.

"Not doing much work, are you?"

Dean stiffened. Those… those were his words! He looked up to see none other than Hawkeye.

"Doing more work than you seem to be doing."

Clint scoffed. "You don't know what I'm doing." Realization dawned on him. "Wait, what did you say?"

"We have each other's words, don't we?"

Clint pulled up his shirt so that Dean's scribble was visible on his washboard abs.

Dean held his wrist up so that Clint could see the words in Clint's handwriting as well.

Clint read it for a moment, before stepping forward. "You're name?"

"Dean Winchester. Head of the DAKOM division. I don't even get a cool acronym." Clint chuckled and put his hands in his pockets. "What does it mean?"

"Dark Arts and Killing of Monsters." Clint smiled at him. "So, my soulmate is head of a division."

Dean smiled. "My soulmate is an infamous archer and spy. I think I'm alright with that."

Clint chuckled and leaned forward, grabbing him by his shirt and softly pulling him up so they were kissing.

"Hey, Dean, I-!" Maria's voice suddenly stopped, and the 2 men looked to her. She was red in the face, eyes wide in shock. "I… I'm so… what?!"

"I found my soulmate." Dean said to her softly. She swallowed. "I'm just going to leave now, ok?" She squeaked, before turning and running off.

"You know Maria?" Clint asked, knees on either side of Dean's hips. "Mhm, she's my best friend." Dean answered smoothly. "You like it here at SHIELD?" Clint asked.

"It has its perks." Dean answered huskily, hands landing on Clint's hips and pulling him in for another kiss.

Sam found them this way, blushing deeply and covering his eyes. "Oh my god, Dean, I didn't…" After he found out that they were soulmates, Sam smirked. "Didn't know you swung that way."

Dean promptly threw the pillow he kept under his desk at Sam, causing Clint to laugh.

"You guys are perfect for each other." Sam said with a grin. Dean threw the second pillow. "Alright, I'm going!"

Clint laughed and kissed him once more.

950 words.

I hope you liked it!