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As soon as that door swung open, Nick entered the shack. He knew now he was in a junkyard. A few bad scenarios ran through his head, some of which were crime scenes he had to visit for bodies.

"You're a cop!?" Dean's overreaction echoed off the walls. Nick looked between the three men and then the two tied up and sighed. How to explain this without causing further harm and a body count? His eyes trailed over to Joe and Jim. Jim was a coyotl. That meant his pack was not far behind. Coyotls, like coyotes, travel in groups. They tended to keep to themselves, but if someone angered them, there could be Hell to pay. Joe, on the other hand, was a loner wesen, a wolf associated for many years with werewolves. Blutbad, while being treacherous, are very loyal to friends or family. Getting stuck between these two and then the three humans who had reflexes of someone hunting was disconcerting.

"Let me ask a question first." Dean's lips cinched into a tight line. Nick concluded it was not a good idea to say anything further. He was a loose cannon while his brother Sam was spinning his wheels and calculating. Quite a duo. Castiel was not present. That concerned him. An angel? What sort of wesen could he be? He healed all the ailments and pain. Angels couldn't exist. There's no evidence supporting it. Not anywhere in his family's records. Sam spoke up while the tense few seconds ticked by.

"What's the question?" Nick had a few but he narrowed it down to one.

"What are you going to do with these two?" Joe and Jim exchanged glances while Nick kept up with his narrative. "Because as I see it, they really didn't do anything wrong. They thought I was a threat and decided that I was a target."

The two men soon locked eyes with the Grimm. This caused another intense gaze. Nick turned towards Joe and a simple question rose into the air that confused the hunters.

"Are you reformed? Or do I have to make sure your family gets a head on their dinner table?"

Joe gulped. A hunter's death was more honorable and less terrifying than anything a Grimm could cook up. He squirmed in his bindings and locked eyes with Nick. Now would be a perfect time to rethink life and the choices made. And, he did.

"Yeah, got two kids at home. I can tell Ma not to make anymore of that stuff." That sufficed for an answer. Nick walked in close and whispered to him. "If you come after me, it won't be pretty. Better go join that church if you have one close by." Joe nodded and rose to his feet.

Dean and Bobby jerked their guns to point at the blutbad. Nick held up a hand.

"Wait, I'll explain it to you both. Don't shoot him unless you want arrested." Threats always worked with criminals, and he assumed he was dealing with criminal activity. Joe nodded to Nick and backed away towards the door. Nick studied every movement.

"And I didn't cut off those Seelengut's heads in Denver. It was a reaper, but your father should know more about that, am I right?" Joe stumbled out the door. There was too many guns for him to argue as he ran for his vehicle. Jim shook as Nick came in close.

"Don't get your family in on this because I'll have a few things to say to them that they won't like." The coyotl agreed with a shaken response as he was untied. It really was tough to be the big bad Grimm sometimes. When let go, Joe hurried out of the shack while guns were pointed at Nick's back. This will be the explanation of the century, that's for sure. Dean ripped through the tense silence with a bark.

"Why would you let a werewolf go?!" Nick rolled the question over in his head and then came to a conclusion to end it with a question.

"If you were so scared, why didn't you shoot them both?" Dean faltered. Sam must have wondered the same thing, and the older brother shook his head.

"It didn't feel right." Bobby sighed and lowered his gun.

"You wanna know why I didn't? I can shoot 'em later. The way you were played up as dangerous, I thought you'd be some firecracker when you woke up that'd burn the shed down with a mean glare."
At least it was honest. Nick exhaled and turned around to face them. Sam looked as unsure as ever and Dean, well he kept a firm grip on that shotgun of his.

"I'm not that capable, honestly. Look, just ask a question, one at a time and I'll answer. I need my keys back, and I believe Sam probably has them at this point." Sam nodded. Nick knew if he didn't answer anything, he would be a sitting duck.

"First question was if I was a cop. I'm a detective in Portland. I came here to witness an auction after something that has been handed down through my family for generations was found and is going up for bid as an archaeological artifact." He was not going to tell them that it was a key that helps to unlock the trove of the sacking of Constantinople during the Third Holy Crusade in the Middle Ages. Dean still pointed his gun at Nick's face, his distrust radiated from him.

"What's a Grimm?"

That was hard to answer. Nick's eyes flicked to Bobby who was deeply interested.

"Someone who can see things that most people can't. Uh...like the fact you thought Joe was a werewolf? I could sense and see it before you could?"

"That's it, then? They made it sound like you were a harbinger of death or somethin'." Nick winced. Traditionally, he's supposed to be. Bobby did not have to know that. He jammed his hands into his pockets and finally formed enough logical words.

"That's something I get called a lot by those types of people." Sam's eyes narrowed, trying to understand. Nick was being as transparent as possible given that he has a gun pointed directly at his forehead and the overwhelming odds of being shot. He remained calm. The youngest and tallest of the three finally spoke up.

"Those types of people. You make it sound like werewolves are normal...and what's a coyotl?" That was more than one inquiry, but it was a single thought process. It'll be tough to answer given that he just met these guys, and they actually believe in werewolves and probably ghosts and unidentified flying objects. Still, the angel really concerned him. Something else was here, something not natural and he couldn't put his finger on it. It felt like these guys policed that sort of thing. Nick dismissed the line of thought to formulate a logical explanation.

"They aren't werewolves, they call themselves Blutbad. And a coyotl, well, they are a coyote type of wesen." Before he could allow Bobby or Sam or Dean to implore further, he continued. "Wesen are a race of creatures that pass as human, but they aren't. Uh...think of it as a fairy tale where all the animals talk? Well, there's a reason why those stories exist, and the talking animals are mostly human." Even said out loud, this sounds ridiculous, he was waiting for one of them to question his sanity when Castiel suddenly appeared out of nowhere. This caused Sam to jerk away and exhale.

"Cas! Please, stop doing that..." Castiel blinked at Sam and Nick got a full detailed picture of wings. Gunmetal grey wings. Feathers were all over the place, and it was all he could do from having a tense panic attack. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he tried to breathe. Bobby chuckled for a second.

"You look like you've had a come tah Jesus moment..." Nick shook his head, and all the logic in he had was silenced by the sight of an angel in front of him. Castiel gazed over at him and nodded.

"I did not know you were called a Grimm, but I understand that wesen were in the room." Again, Nick couldn't speak as all he had ever known from his theological studies from classes, his family's memoirs, and all of the catalogues in his personal archive did not prepare him for this.

"Though, what my Father did named them wouldn't be what they call themselves presently." Father? The Father? Nick blinked several times and stared for one minute longer. Dean exhaled, dumbfounded.

"You mean to tell me I've been hunting monsters with you and they ain't really monsters?" Castiel paused and glanced back at Dean. He shook his head. That was a negatory, Ghostwriter.

"You go after the bad ones, so in that instance, they are monsters. As much as it is Nick's duty to." Sam grew more and more fascinated.

"So, he ain't human." Dean huffed and put his gun down.

"No, I'm human..." Nick shifted his weight, that never was questioned before and it was uncomfortable.

"What do you know that could help us on our errands?" Sam finally stepped forward and asked.

"I don't know, what do you do?" The Grimm almost regretted asking.

"We're hunters. We hunt down monsters, ghosts, and demons among other things."

Upon further evaluation and how honest Sam was about this fact, Nick felt a little more compelled to try and fathom this insane information. It was hard to digest. Granted, he was staring at an angel. There was only one way out of this, and it almost made him cringe to trust this group of men.

"Look, I'll give you a little advice if you take me to my car and give me back my keys. My car's probably at a place called The Townsmen Motel. You don't have to trust me, but those two clubbed me over the head and the last place I remember being was in my room."

Dean and Sam agreed in silence. It's not a good idea to kill a cop, even if that one has weird abilities and may not be human.

"That's in Independence." Wait, he wasn't in that sleepy little town? Where was this? Nick shifted his weight from foot to foot. He did not dare move forward. Not with Bobby standing in silence and staring him down. Sam must have noticed the question he itched to ask and obliged.

"You're one town down. This is Coffeyville."

Oh great, that sounded like a ways off the beaten path.

"How far are we from the motel?"

"I'd say 'bout a good half an hour." Dean guessed. That was as good as any. Nick was a fish out of water right now. He nodded, taking in how the two brothers acted towards each other. "You can sit in the back with Cas."

Nick steered his gaze to the angel. "Uh...there's no way..."

Dean's eyebrow rose. "Woah ho, too much of a city slicker to get in the back with a guy in some beat up business clothes?"

Sam snickered and Castiel didn't comprehend what was happening. He looked down at what he was wearing as Nick interrupted Dean's tirade.

"No, how am I supposed to fit?" And there was a moment of silence as both brothers paused and looked back in unison. Sam sputtered.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"What do you mean what do I mean? How am I supposed to fit with those wings in the back of any car?"

Dean marched forward towards the Grimm. It was like Nick was speaking a foreign language. "Uh, his wings aren't visible."

Oh no. Now there's more of an interrogation, he could feel it as Sam opened his mouth. It became clear that he opened up a new can of worms by speaking up. Nick waved off any questions before they started in. "Nevermind. The back works fine."

Sam and Dean gave each other a sage nod and motioned for the Grimm to follow them out of the shack. Castiel followed their lead while Bobby trailed behind the weird parade through a pile of old cars and rusted heaps of scrap metal.

The tallest of the two didn't skip a beat. "So, you actually see his wings?"

Nick's shoulders sagged. This was going to be something to write about in his memoirs, he felt it.

Notes: Yup, another chapter. Like it? Hate it? Let me know!