AN: Ok peeps, time to rewrite a little Supernatural history. Everything pre-apocalypse happened. Bobby was resurrected and so was Castiel. Dean went to live with Lisa for a year, until some demons found him and tried killing him. Soulless Sam came and saved him, but not before Lisa was badly hurt. Cas had returned to Heaven and Raphael was...taken care of. Samuel C. was never resurrected. Dean had Cas erase Lisa and Ben's memories of him. Sam and Dean both went back to hunting. Crowley still wants to open Purgatory, but Cas doesn't want any part of it. Crowley pops in once and awhile, but only for things he wants. Death (the horseman) has put back Sam's soul, the wall in his mind still stands. Sam, not being able to stand the sexual tension anymore, locked Cas in a ring of holy fire that he set inside a cell block. He then shoved Dean inside with Castiel and forced them to talk about their feelings. After that Dean admitted that he was as straight as a slinky for Cas. They've been dating now for a little over a month. The angels are disorganized now that there is no leader, although Cas does his best to help them. That's all for now, on to the story.

Gibbs' POV

Metro wanted to take the lead, but Gibbs demanded that it was his case now. He needed anything that could help him catch the psychopath that killed the petty officer. He had so many questions that he could not answer. This case was getting the best of him.

He led the two agents up to the master bedroom, where the officer outside had said that was where the body was.

After the team filed in, Ducky and Palmer came into the bedroom.

"Oh dear," Ducky exclaimed at the sight of the dead man.

"Boss, the victim is Alex Reed. No military or navy connection."

"Alright. DiNozzo, I want you and McGee to dust this entire place for prints. I want to know of anyone who touched anything in this house," Gibbs said, the anger clear in his voice.

Tony skeptically looked at him.

"Now!"

"Yes, Boss," the two said in unison.

"What can you tell me, Duck?"

"This man's neck was snapped clean. It would have taken a good amount of strength to do it so cleanly," the medical examiner shifted slightly.

"Also, there a small pool of blood over here. It couldn't have been the victims, so maybe the killers?" Palmer continued.

"You make sure that is gets to Abby," Gibbs' hope for a break in the case lifted. "Will do, Gibbs."

He walked down to the first floor and out the door. Metro was pulling neighbors for interviews. Starting his own interviews, he walked up to a woman who lived in the house next to the victims.

"Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS, I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind," Gibbs said introducing himself.

The woman sighed, "Go ahead."

"Did you see anyone other than Alex enter the house?"

"Well, earlier today I saw someone that looked exactly like Alex enter the house, but I knew that he had work today. He wasn't supposed to be home until this afternoon. Then, Alex came home. It was really confusing. I heard a scream, so I looked outside. These three guys got out of their car and ran inside. I heard gunshots, so I called the police. This random guy ran out of Alex's house, I didn't even see him enter. After him, the three guys ran out. They got in their car, turned around, and got the hell out of here."

"Did you get a license plate number? Or can you describe the car?"

"Yes, it was black and really old. I think a Chevrolet. I only got a glimpse, but I think the license plate was KAZ 2Y5. From the looks of it, I'd say it was from Kansas."

"Can you describe the three men?"

She shook her head, "I didn't get to see their faces, but I do remember that one of them was wearing a tan trench coat."

"Ok, thank you for your time."

At least this case had more to go on. He even got a license plate number that would hopefully pan out.

"Gibbs! You're just in time," Abby greeted as he walked into her lab.

"What is it Abbs?"

"The blood sample that Palmer brought me. I found a positive DNA match."

"To who?"

She clicked her mouse, bringing up a very familiar face.

"Dean Winchester. I know! He's supposed to be dead."

"So how have these Winchester risen from the dead. Twice?"

"I don't know. Also, most of the fingerprints found in the victims house belonged to him, but these three did not. I just started running them," as if on cue, the computer beeped, "Ok, so two of the three prints were already in the system," she clicked her mouse, bringing up the two faces he knew that would show.

"Sam and Dean Winchester," he voiced for the both of them.

Her computer made a soft beep again, "Well it looks like the third print belongs to a, James Novak. He was reported missing in 2008. How does he fit into all of this?"

"I don't know, but I gotta find those two serial killers, before they kill again."

He took the elevator back down the main floor. He needed answers and his team had better have them.

"Go," he commanded, waiting in front of the monitor.

"We found no connection between the two victims other than they were wealthy. Their accounts were drained and anything valuable stolen from their house," Ziva started.

"Abby got a positive match on the finger prints. They belong to Sam and Dean Winchester, along with some guy who went missing in 2008. Find them," Gibbs commanded, his patience wearing thin.

"Boss, I got a match to the license plate the neighbor gave. It belongs to Dean Winchester. The car is a black '67 Chevrolet Impala," McGee added.

"I'll put out a BOLO," Tony said whilst walking towards his desk.

Gibbs held out a hand, "No. This is off the books. I don't want the FBI involved in this, at least not until we get to interrogate them."

They all stared at him in disbelief, "You heard me! Find them another way," Gibbs stated.

"Yes Boss," they said in unison.

It was getting awfully late. The sky had darken many hours earlier, leaving the squad room cast in an eerie glow. Everyone else had already left, even the director. But not one member of the team dare leave, they knew that it was important.

They had been sitting in a comfortable silence, the only sound was the occasional click of a keyboard. The sudden loud ringing made them all jump in their chairs.

Tony was blindingly fast to answer the phone, bringing the receiver up to his ear.

"Hold on. Slow down…" he got out a pen and a small sheet of paper, "Alright, got it. Thanks, Brad. You take it easy now and we'll be right over."

As Tony hung up, he noticed the team staring at him expectantly, especially Gibbs.

"Oh, right. I called a buddy for a favor earlier. I read in the file that the Winchester's are often seen at bars. My friend owns a bar, so I asked him to keep an eye out for the three guys were looking for. He said that Dean Winchester just walked in."

"You get an address?" Gibbs asked.

"Of course, Boss," DiNozzo handed him the piece is paper.

"Alright, let's move. DiNozzo, your with me. You two go home and get some rest. We won't interrogate him until morning."

"Thanks, Boss," Ziva and McGee muttered.

Tony quickly followed after Gibbs, a smile spread across his face. They were finally going to get to take down the Winchesters. And this time they'd stay behind bars forever.

Dean's POV

Back at the motel, things were at a standstill. Sam had no idea where the shifter would target next and Cas was being no help.

Dean sighed, rubbing his palms to his forehead. He needed out. It was already 9 PM and he'd been stuck in a motel room with two dorks for what seemed like forever.

Seeing it as an opportunity to get Cas to do something different, he suddenly announced, "I'm going to a bar and Cas, you're coming too," he flashed a wicked grin towards the angel.

Cas just rolled his eyes, but did not protest. He loved the times where it was just him and Dean. When he didn't have to think about going back to Heaven, he could just stay with Dean for eternity. Dean stood, grabbing the keys for the Impala off the table, he took Cas' hand in his, dragging him out the door.

"Do you even know where you're going?" Cas asked suspiciously as he got in the passenger side.

Dean didn't answer right away, instead he slammed the Impala's door shut, "There's gotta be a bar somewhere close to here, so yes I do," Dean replied bluntly.

Cas just rolled his eyes, "Yeah okay."

Dean smirked, starting the Impala's engine. The second that the Impala had fully started, a loud heavy-metal song blared through the speakers. Cas jumped, his hands shooting up to cover his ears, "DEAN!"

Dean slowly reached out, turning the music down to where it could only be faintly heard in the background. He threw his head back in laughter.

Cas deadpanned, having none of it, "You are aware that I have sensitive ears, right?"

"Man! The look on your face was priceless!" Dean said going into another fit of laughter.

"I'll catch up with you later," Cas replied before disappearing.

"Ohhh, come on Cas! It was just a harmless prank!" he yelled into thin air.

He sighed heavily, pulling out of the motel parking lot. As he drove, he watched both sides of the road, looking for the first bar that came into view. There, The Blue Tap Bar, it would do perfectly. It had a quaint look. The neon blue sign was positioned perfectly above the dark, rustic looking wood door. Two full length windows sat beside the door, their dark grey tint added to the atmosphere of the bar.

The parking lot was nearly full and it took several minutes for Dean to find an open space.

Inside, the place was buzzing. Every table was filled and there were only a few spots here and there at the bar. He found a seat near the corner, resolving to sit next to a man much older than him. The man's hair had long since greyed and his beard went down to the top of his chest. Dean just hoped that the guy wasn't in a talkative mood because he sure wasn't.

Taking his seat in the bar stool, the bartender was quick to make his way over.

"What can I get for ya?" he asked with a plastered on smile.

Dean could just sense the nervousness off of him, "A beer and no, I don't care what kind. Surprise me," he smiled as the bartender nodded his head.

"Here you go," he handed Dean the cold bottled beer, "If you'll excuse me."

He shuffled away, into one of the back rooms, away from prying eyes.

Hm, weird. He shrugged it off, instead focusing on his beer. Rolling the neck between his hands. Why did Cas have to be so sensitive? It's not like he had purposely tried to hurt him. It was just a small harmless prank. That. Wasn't. Even. A. Prank. Whatever, he'd apologize later for hurting Cas' feelings.

The bartender was soon back and it seemed that his uneasiness from earlier had disappeared. Although, he stayed away from Dean as much as possible. He didn't want to get horribly drunk tonight, he just needed a couple beers, then he'd go back to the motel and deal with this shifter crap.

Taking his time, he had drunk all of his first beer in fifteen minutes. He ordered another one and was halfway through it when trouble walked in the door.

Well, shit. He recognized the fed right away. The way he moved gave it away, that and the small flash of a gun when his suit slightly shifted. His eyes scanned the crowd, looking and observing. Go to hell. He quickly stood, making his way towards the back exit he had seen earlier. There was no way in hell that he was gonna get arrested now. He had just about got to the door when it was shoved open, revealing what he guessed was another fed. He grunted. This is wonderful.

He whirled around, coming face to face with the older fed. He guessed that they wouldn't take his shit.

"Dean Winchester?" it was only a slight question, "NCIS, you're going to have to come with us," the one behind him said.

He knew that running would make him look bad and he also knew that he really didn't have anywhere to go.

He sighed, giving in. The fed behind him handcuffed his hands, leading him out the front door. He was shoved into the back of a black car, but it was too dark to tell the make and model.

After a moment of silence Dean spoke up, "So, uh. Don't I get a phone call or something?"

The two men in front stayed silent. He huffed in frustration, "You guys are worse than the FBI."

He took the opportunity to study the two feds in front of him. The one driving was older, he had silver grey hair and cold blue eyes. Considering the way he handled himself, Dean guessed that he had served, military maybe. He drove well over the speed limit, much like himself. He radiated composure and reliability. This was not someone who would take Dean's BS.

The guy in the passenger seat was much younger. He had brown hair that was styled slightly different than his. The man's green eyes were much lighter than his own. It seemed that he looked up to the older man.

Dean didn't speak again for the rest of the car ride and nor did anyone else. He was slightly thankful that Cas hadn't gone with him, otherwise they'd both be in the back of the car.

They dragged him into what he assumed was the NCIS headquarters. Taking the elevator up, they were still silent. It was getting harder and harder to hold his tongue and not fight back. Somehow he'd get out of this one, he always did.

He was taken to a small gray room labeled, interrogation. The younger fed took his handcuffs off, shoving him inside and slamming the door closed after him.

Finally he could take it no longer, "What the hell! I get a damn phone call!"

He took a seat, he would not entertain the feds and give them what they wanted. He would not get worked up.

Gibbs' POV

The take down had went surprisingly well. Dean had asked them about a phone call, but they just stayed silent. Serial killers don't get phone calls.

Dean had yelled when thrown into interrogation. They wouldn't go back in until morning. He told DiNozzo to go home and he did the same. When they came back in the morning, he'd have a clear head.

Dean's POV

Somehow he had managed to stay awake all night, counting the hours. There wasn't a clock or anything in the room, just a camera in the corner and the one-sided mirror in front of him.

When he had counted to 7 AM, someone finally came in.

It was the grey-haired man from last night and a new, very beautiful, girl.

"Special Agent Gibbs," he said introducing himself for the first time, "And this is Agent David," he took a seat across from Dean and David stood in the corner, clearly observing him.

Gibbs tossed a flip phone across the table, "Make the call quick."

AN: Thanks for reading! Go check out my other SPN fanfic! Update coming soon I promise. I'll try to update at least once a week, but school is really getting the best of me, tons of homework... that's all for now.

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