Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, NCIS, or Dark Angel.

Quick Note: Since it's been so long since I've updated (or even written for this story) I re-read the last two chapters and it took me forever to figure out what 'BC' meant! That's what I get for not keeping notes! Am I allowed to ret-con?


Hidden Wings

Mikkal

Chapter Two


"That was a bit much," Suzanne said disapprovingly to Dean when Tony clicked his apartment door shut behind them. "What happened to keeping everything a secret?"

"Do my ears deceive me or is Susie trying to be low-key?" Dean teased, grabbing a beer from the fridge and plopping down on the couch. "Come on," he reasoned. "It's been awhile since any of us have had to actively keep it a secret. It's no big deal if one of us gets a little loud."

Suzanne rolled her eyes and got herself a beer before joining Dean on the couch. Tony watched them in amusement. Boy, they sure made themselves at home quickly, didn't they? It was a similar scene to the occasional time they crashed in his dingy apartment in Seattle. Max would've been a little stiffer, but Alec just lounged around like the cat he was despite their hatred for each other back then.

"You do realize I work with incredibly smart agents, right? And I'm pretty sure I heard you boasting about Sam's smarts." Tony asked. "Susie's right, we got ahead of ourselves back there. We need to keep this on the down low. They may be transgenic friendly, but one wrong move could send the BC down on us."

"And we wouldn't want that," Dean said sarcastically. "Do you know how long I've been on the run from the government? Do you know how weird it is to actually be working for them now? It it wasn't for Victor, me and Sam…we'd be goners." He seemed to pale as something occurred to him.

"Dean?" Susie said. When Dean didn't answer she put a hand on his arm and murmured, "Alec?"

Dean shook his head and looked at them. "Nothing," he muttered. "Just some… Supernatural stuff. I had a bit of a tangle going on." He waved a hand. "Nothing big." He took a large gulp. "What do we do? Ames on the loose, the BC kidnapping transhumans. Anyone got a plan? Eyes Only?" He looked to Tony expectantly.

Tony shrugged. "I don't know. I'll do some research I'm sure Abby wouldn't mind helping me out with. Think Sam would love to work with Abby?"

Dean shrugged. "He'd be a little freaked out, but the dude gets off on computers and tech. Reminds me of you back when you were a little four-eyed nerd. Ow." He complained when Susie hit him. "Jeez, you're still as strong as ever, Maxie."

"I have contacts," she said instead of dignifying that with a direct response. "I can call up a few people, see if they have any idea where they're taking the transhumans, see if they're up to the transgenics yet and if they are how many they've gotten."

Dean sighed and sunk a little deeper into the cushions. "And I doubt Ames is relying solely on science for all of this. I'll check with my contacts too see what kind of supernatural dealings are going on. Demon deal? Possible. Deal with an angel? Rare, but also possible. Or just some straight up voodoo shit. Maybe some witches. Gotta be something."

"Angels?" Tony asked. "I thought angels didn't exist?"

He'd known about the Supernatural for years now and occasionally called up some Hunters (never Dean though, but he got his number when he joined the government and put it on speed dial just to be on the safe side) to fix it. The last couple of years he didn't have to worry about the secrecy though since the DSI was formed. People, even ones in NCIS (and on his team), still couldn't wrap their heads around the supernatural. It'd become second nature to dismiss any supernatural claims. But in all his years he'd never heard anything about angels.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, angels. I know a few."

"You know a few?" Susie said in disbelief. "Seriously? Even the more Christian Hunters I met didn't believe in angels and now you're saying you knew a few?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah. It's a long story and something for another time. The one I'm gonna call, though, his name's Castiel. He helped me out of a bind." His skin seemed to pale again, eyes growing distant.

Tony finally took a seat next to his friend. "Dean, what happened?" He asked softly. He'd never seen the younger man like this, not even during the Jam Pony incident or the Milwaukee Bank Hostage Situation when his face was splayed on every television in the country almost. This was something deeper than only being a number or running away from everything your entire life.

His lips tightened into a thin line. "I've gotta go," he said finally, standing up with a grunt. "I'll call Cas tonight. You guys do whatever. Meet me for breakfast tomorrow at Cam's."

"I don't know where that is," Susie said, a little bit of a glare in her eyes. Ah, here came the Max he knew and loved. Tony had been worrying about her earlier when she was less snarky and more cheerful. Not that he didn't like the cheerful version of her, but it wasn't Max. The transhumans being taken must have hit her harder than he thought.

"I'll show you," Tony offered, putting a hand on the small of her back. "You can even stay here tonight. No since wasting your money on a hotel when we don't know how long this is going to last."

Dean sighed. "I seriously hope we can make DC our home base. I really don't want to travel across the country. I just got some roots in." He bid them goodnight and farewell with a loose salute that would've made Gibbs glare at him with enough heat to set him on fire, then left with little fanfare.

"Yeah, something's wrong, " Susie said when she was sure Dean was gone. "Last time I saw him like this it was the Berrisford situation. Hell, this is worse."

"He'll eventually spill it." Tony wasn't going to force it; he knew how to pick his battles. And he wasn't going to use his federal agent access to figure it out, it probably happened before the DSI was introduced so it wouldn't be in any records anyway. "He always eventually does."

She rolled her eyes. "Your 'always eventually' is skewed. We both knew him for a limited amount of time before we had to evacuate Terminal City and the most we know know it bits and pieces. Your 'always eventually' is way off base."

He groaned. "Whatever." He heaved himself off. "I'll go grab some blankets and pillows. You take my bed."

Susie snorted. "I am not sleeping in your bed. Those pillows and blankets are for me, I'll take the couch."

"Your loss, my bed is wonderful. Like God made it Himself. The Greatest thing in the world. No, the universe. The most amazing thing to ever have—ack!" A couch pillow met his face straight on, knocking him to the side.

"Shut up!"