Dear Readers, Apparently there has been some confusion. Last chapter I mentioned that shapeshifters impersonated Sam and Dean. I understand that technically it was the Leviathans who did that, but Purgatory was never opened in this fanfic. It is very important that the brothers were on the FBI's most-wanted listed, so instead of Leviathans it was shapeshifters who 'stole their identity'. Also, shapeshifters are thought to be able to possess inhuman characteristics such as vampire fangs or werewolf claws. If you have a problem with my info, take it up with the SPN shapeshifter wiki on Fandom. That's where I got the shapeshifter info.

Previously: His voice dangerously low, Cas warned, "Dean…" he shuddered again, glaring at him, "Dean! You know what that does to me."

Dean's POV

He chuckled and stopped, knowing he was leaving Cas will a raging erection. It took a few moments, but Cas settled down, making his wings invisible again in the blink of an eye. He leaned down and whispered, "Think you could take us back to the interrogation room, sweetheart?"

Cas nodded, snapping his fingers. Dean was back in his chair, handcuffs still on. Agent Gibbs was seated in the chair across from him and the other agents were plopped on the floor. Their reaction was much better this time. They displayed no headaches or nausea, just a little shock.

"So now, you're gonna release me and help me fake my death again. Me and my brother will return to saving your sorry asses and our "regular" lives," Dean declared.

"Are we now?" Agent DiNozzo asked.

"Yup."

Gibbs stood and walked out, calmly calling over his shoulder, "Stay here and make sure the angel don't zap the two of them out of here."

"Hey!" Dean yelled after him.

"Calm down, Dean. I sense that Agent Gibbs is an understanding man and he is a marine like your father," Cas said placing a stable hand on his shoulder. The slightly touch instantly had him relaxed. He didn't know how Cas did it, but he always managed to calm him down. Dean grabbed Cas' wrist, forcing him down to where he could whisper in the angel's ear, "Wanna know what I'm gonna do to you when I get you in a room alone?"

"I think that would not be very wise in present company," Cas replied rather loudly, "Besides, I haven't completely forgiven you from yesterday."

Agent DiNozzo spoke up, "What exactly did you do?"

Dean shot daggers at him, but answered nonetheless, "Blared some music in the Impala when I started it. Freaked the hell outta Cas, here."

"I have extremely sensitive hearing, Dean. You of all people should know this," Cas said.

Dean opened his mouth to defend himself, but DiNozzo spoke first, "Okay, so I gotta ask. Are you two like... a thing?"

Dean flashed a brilliant white smile, "Hells yeah!"

"Oh," Agent DiNozzo looked kind of confused.

It seemed as if the other two agents weren't there at all. They had no interest in talking to the pair. Instead, they just stared, evaluating the sanity of the two men in front of them. They sat in uncomfortable silence.

The agents had stood, while Dean had invited Cas to come and sit on his lap. They were like that for a good fifteen minutes before the door was open again.

Gibbs POV

He stood and exited the interrogation room, "Stay here and make sure the angel don't zap the two of them out of here."

There were people that he needed to talk too. He took the stairs up to the director's reception office. Without even asking, he barged right in. Leon was sitting behind his desk, thumbing through a stack of papers. But, the real surprise was a certain FBI agent.

"Gibbs! Glad you could join us," FBI agent Fornell said sarcastically.

"The FBI wants to take the lead on this case?" he shot back.

"What do you think? You detain one of our most-wanted criminals and you think the FBI isn't gonna get involved?"

"I still have questions for Dean Winchester. Until I get answers, he's not going anywhere," Gibbs held firm.

"We have enough evidence against him to put him away for life!" Fornell became defensive.

"Enough!" Leon bellowed, silencing the two men.

He turned towards the director, "I need to speak with you. Privately."

Fornell slunk out of the room, slamming the door after him.

Gibbs waited a beat before speaking, "I would like to have Dean Winchester as a temporary agent."

Leon studied him for a moment, "You believe he's innocent?"

"Yes. Although, I understand there is no way to prove it."

"And what about the FBI breathing down our necks?"

Gibbs walked towards the door, setting a hand on the handle, "I'll have a chat with Fornell."

He found Fornell waiting for him just outside the door. He didn't bother to stop, just said, "Our usual conference room?"

Fornell followed him to the elevator. Once they were inside, he hit the button for the basement. After a moment, Fornell flipped the switch, leaving the two men standing in semi darkness.

"I want the Winchester. If I bring him in, it could do a number for my career," Fornell declared.

"You are talking about putting an innocent guy in jail."

"Hold on, what? Innocent? There's video footage of him and his brother killing civilians!"

"That was not him, Fornell. Come with me, there's something I have to show you," Gibbs turned the elevator on again. He changed the changed the button back to the squad room floor. Leading the way to the interrogation room, he pushed the door open.

"I don't have time for games Gib-" Fornell clamped his mouth shut when he saw everyone in the room, "What's going on? Was there a slumber party I was not invited to?"

Gibbs pushed him inside and shut the door. He watched the FBI agent warily, sometimes he could act on impulse. Fornell took in everyone in the room, until his eyes rested on Castiel.

"Who the hell are you?" Fornell almost shouted.

Before. Castiel stood, Gibbs took note of how he had been sitting on Dean's lap. He was sure that Fornell probably had noticed too.

"Hello. I am Castiel, an angel of the lord," Castiel announced, standing.

"Like hell you are!" Fornell's eyes narrowed.

"Damm straight he is! Come on, someone punch me," Dean said.

"Ziva," DiNozzo motioned towards Dean.

Ziva stood and came over to Dean, gladly punching him hard across his face. He recoiled a little and visibly shrunk, as if from a bad memory…

Dean's left eye started to bruise and his lip was cut.

"You didn't have to do that, Dean. There are other ways," Castiel said concerned.

"It don't matter, just heal me."

Cas nodded and brought two fingers to Dean's forehead. For a moment, He seemed to glow, but it quickly faded. In front of them was a healed man. There was no evidence that Dean had been punched by one of the strongest woman Gibbs knew. If anything, he looked better than before.

Fornell looked as if he had gone into shock, "What the hellll!"

"Yeah, so… Castiel is an angel and Dean hunts monsters," DiNozzo said chuckling at how strange the situation was.

"And you believe this douchebag?" Fornell asked accusingly.

"Yes, he has proved himself. Well, the angel has anyway. Personally, I'm not so sure about Dean," Ziva pointed out.

"I'll prove it," Dean thought a moment, "Do you have any footage of the victims when they withdrawaled their money from their bank accounts?"

"Yes. Abby is analyzing it in her lab," McGee answered.

"Great, let me see it."

He have Dean a warning glare, daring him to try anything. The team looked to him, wanting his permission. Giving a silent nod, DiNozzo grabbed Dean's cuffed hands, forcing him to stand. Castiel stood awkwardly next to Dean. It was obvious this guy wasn't use to human interaction.

DiNozzo practically dragged Dean to the elevator. The whole team, Dean, Castiel, and Fornell, barely fit into the elevator. It was a crowded and uncomfortable ride to Abby's lab.

When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, Fornell was the first to walk out. Even though Abby seemed to be able to tell when Gibbs was going to pay a visit to her, she was utterly surprised when the group walked into her lab. She took a moment to register the new faces, "Dean Winchester? And James Novak? Fornell?"

"The one and only," Dean said doing a slight bow.

He could be so arrogant sometimes.

"I would prefer to go by Castiel," the angel had apparently given up on the 'Hello. I am Castiel, angel of the lord' speech.

"Abbs, do you have the bank footage McGee sent you?" Gibbs asked, trying to evade questions from Abby.

"Yeah," she took one last look at Dean, then turned towards her computer, "I just started going through it. I haven't found anything yet though."

"Play it," Gibbs said moving towards the large monitor on the wall in front of her computers.

Dean wrestled his hands back from DiNozzo. Then came up next to Gibbs, looking for the victim as the footage began to play.

The latest victim turned, facing the camera. A slight color caught his eye.

"Stop. Rewind it slowly," Dean said just a second before he did.

Abby did as instructed, going back a couple frames.

"Right there!" Dean pointed at the victim.

"What the…" McGee's jaw dropped.

On the screen, the victims eyes were glowing an unnatural silver-gold color.

"See! It's the shapeshifter! This particular one is greedy. It uses its ability to become whomever they want to steal their money and then kill them," Dean exclaimed a little too happily.

"Alright, so far we've established that the Winchesters are not serial killers and that angels are in fact real. What about the killings? We're no closer to catching the killer than yesterday," Ziva stated.

"Well, we know that the killer is going after money, so I'll run a search for anyone who is extremely wealthy and still alive," Abby started typing furiously on her keyboard.

"I'll help," McGee volunteered.

It was clear that McGee was not comfortable around Castiel and Dean. He wasn't sure exactly why, but he knew that it would take some time before he became accepting of their new reality. For himself, it was easier. There had been things over the years that puzzled him and nothing offered an explanation. Sure, he wasn't expecting this, but it took only a moment for him to except this is how it would be from now on. He hoped that he could convince Dean to stay with the team. He could use someone like Dean on his team. They would be able to solve more cases with him on their side. Even if Dean didn't want to help them, he would. He would offer a spot on his team for a year or so, or a life sentence in jail.

DiNozzo took Dean and Castiel back to the interrogation room. The camera was turned back on and so was the audio, just in case they decided to try something. He and Fornell went up to the directors office again to sort some things out. Trying to keep Leon out of the whole 'supernatural beings are real' talk, he tried a different approach.

"I propose that we offer him a choice. He can go to jail for the rest of his life or he can join my team," Gibbs said boldly, there was no time to beat around the bush.

"Who died and made you director?" Leon said, only half joking.

"He could be useful to us Leon. He has skills that most others don't."

"What about the FBI? Won't they want him?"

"I can take care of that. I'll try and persuade a couple minds. Hopefully, that will get them to back off. It would help if you plant your feet firm and don't budge," Fornell added.

"I still don't understand what a serial killer could tell you that would make you want to have him on your team, Gibbs," Leon said, clearly feeling out of the loop.

"Let's just say it was life changing."

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