Dean's POV

After Agent DiNozzo had shoved him and Castiel back in the interrogation room, he was bored out of his mind. At least he knew that he wasn't going to jail. Hopefully with the help of the NCIS agents, he would be able to disappear for awhile again. He didn't dare have Cas fly them out of there. The only thing that would accomplish was making the NCIS' most wanted list too.

For now, he and Cas were stuck. But, on the bright side, at least they were together and no one else was in the room.

"Hey, Cas. Is there anyone behind the glass?" he whispered.

Cas shook his head no.

"Good," he continued to whisper.

Dean stood and made his way over to Castiel, "Think you could take these off?" he held his handcuffed hands in front of him.

Cas eyed him warily, as if he knew what Dean was planning. Cas nodded and as soon as he touched the handcuffs, they fell to the floor with a loud thud. Dean rubbed his aching wrists, in an attempt to sooth the red flesh.

"Thanks, sweetheart," he said a moment before attacking the angel.

He grabbed Cas' wrists and pushed him against the wall. Raising his arms above their heads, he slotted his mouth against Cas'. God, it had been so long since he had done this last. The angel was like a drug, and with just one taste, he wanted more.

He put both of Cas' hands in one arm and ran the other through the angel's silk black hair. Kissing along his jaw, Cas let out a low warning growl. Dean continued his way down, biting and nipping at the sensitive flesh as he went. Cas took control then, flipping them around so Dean's back was against the wall. Dean pulled Cas' hips closer, needing the friction, but Cas' wasn't having it. He held Dean's hands against the wall, attacking his mouth again. Dean's tongue ran across Cas' bottom lip, asking for permission. Instead of giving it to him, Cas slid his own tongue into Dean's mouth. He ran it across Dean's bottom teeth, exploring, tasting every inch.

Apparently, he was hooked too. Dean tried to take his hands back, but Cas' angel grip was unmoving. Dean threw his head back, allowing Cas more room. The angel sucked hickeys at the base off his neck.

Suddenly, they weren't so alone anymore.

"Hey, um we foun-" Agent McGee raised his eyes and saw the sight before him.

The two men breathing heavily, pinned against the wall. Agent McGee became flushed and promptly backed out of the room.

Dean chuckled softly, "I think we just scarred the dude for life."

"Probably," Cas released Dean's arms and backed away, "There are others coming."

Dean straightened his shirt and ran a hand through his hair. Cas picked up the handcuffs and pocketed them. Agent Gibbs burst into the room, along with Agent DiNozzo. The older agent laid a piece of paper and a pen on the table in front of him. Dean sank into the chair, starting to read the words on the paper.

"Sign," Agent Gibbs commanded.

"Hell no! No way in hell I'm becoming an NCIS agent. If you haven't noticed, hunters don't work with feds. Let alone, become one!"

"You can either sign that paper or go to jail for the rest of your life," Gibbs countered.

Dean still left the pen untouched, so DiNozzo used a different angle.

"We are close to finding your brother. Shouldn't be too hard to locate him. We can throw you both in jail."

"My brother is long gone by now, so good luck! Besides, throw me in jail and I'll have Cas here zap me out," Dean was getting cocky now.

"Here's the thing, I had a couple agents look up some things. Combine that with what we found in your car…" Gibbs' patience was gone.

The door opened and Agent David walked in. Something was in her hand…

Cas tried moving to stop her, but was too late. She pressed a hand to the board. A blinding white light pulled Cas back and in an instant he was gone. Dean got a good look at the board and cursed.

"Well, shit. Congratulations, you just succeeded banishing Cas to heaven."

"Now we can talk. Are you going to sign this or are we going to hand you off to the FBI?" DiNozzo threatened.

Dean had exhausted all his other options. What else could he do? Resist and risk them throwing Sammy in jail? He would be able to get him out though, right? No, he wouldn't put Sam in the line of fire.

Dean picked the pen up, pressing it against the paper, "On one condition. You leave Sammy out of this. Oh, and this isn't forever. One way or another I'll be going back to hunting sooner or later."

"Agreed," Gibbs responded.

He signed his name at the bottom of the paper and flipped it over, answering the questions about himself on the back. Birthday, age, gender, race. For previous experience he wrote, 'saving people, hunting things, the family business'. He wrote a rather snarky answer for the question about his personal relationships, 'dating a celestial being that will kick your ass when he gets back'. It asked about his family and he wrote, 'Mom was killed by demon. Dad sold his soul for me and died because of said demon. Moose of a brother who was in the cage with Lucifer. Bobby who has helped us through all this crap. Cas, the angel who thankfully wouldn't stay dead. Family don't end with blood'.

He finished the questions and signed at the bottom of that one too. Thankfully, there was only one paper left. It made him agree to all these stupid things. He signed anyway, not really caring anymore. Just as long as it didn't say he agreed to die.

He slid the thin stack of papers back to Agent Gibbs. The fed handed the packet to DiNozzo, who left the room with it.

Dean leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. Agent Gibbs stared.

"There are certain rules you must learn."

"Oh, yeah? Like what?"

"Rule sixteen. If someone thinks they have the upper hand; break it."

Dean cocked an eyebrow. Interesting.

"My dad had rules too. Except he never numbered them."

Gibbs didn't respond to that. After a moment of intense staring, Agent Gibbs stood and exited the room.

Dean hoped that Cas would be back soon.

Tony's POV

He exited the Interrogation room. He still couldn't believe that Dean freaking Winchester was going to become a member of the team. At least he could have some fun with the new probie and not have to worry about fighting over women. Gibbs had told him to take the packet to Ducky before handing it to the Director.

That was smart. Letting Ducky do a phyc. evaluation before actually letting him become an agent.

Taking the elevator down to autopsy, he walked into the room.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Tony?" Ducky greeted.

"I have some papers Gibbs would like you to go over."

Ducky took a seat at his desk.

"Where's Palmer?"

"On a run to Abby's lab."

Tony handed the papers to Ducky and left, not seeing a reason why he should stay.

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