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Amnesia: A Supernatural x NCIS Crossover Fanfiction Story

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AmnesiaWritten By KC

Written2014

Disclaimer:

I do NOT own any character that appears in any book, TV show, play, movie, etc. This listincludes but is not limited to the Characters of Supernatural (Warner Brothers) and NCIS (CBS).

I am making no money off of this story or anything else I have written to date.

I formerly used the Pen Name of Scoot

Oneshot Word Count: Approximately 1600

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Dean Winchester sighed, walking into NCIS headquarters. For the past four and a half years, he'dhad amnesia. He didn't remember his life before the accident. The last thing he remembered waswaking up in the hospital after being hit by a car and struck by lightning both, with a man whoclaimed to be his uncle sitting next to him. The man had told him his name was Dean Winchester,and had said he'd been there when he'd been injured.

After being given a clean bill of health, Dean had joined the Marine Corps. He had finished basictraining at the top of his class, was deployed twice, and then had, at the end of his four yearcommitment, been honorably discharged. Almost immediately, his neighbor had mentioned NCISas a possible employer to him because he loved to investigate.

Dean was accepted into the academy immediately, and had once again finished at the top of hisclass. His neighbor had been proud of him, and somehow, he had ended up attached to hisneighbor's field team... which was where he found himself now, walking into NCIS as aprobationary field agent.

He showed the security guards his badge, before being allowed to bypass the metal detectors, andbeing directed to the elevators. He rode up two floors before stepping off. He looked around andfollowed the hallway to the bullpen, where he immediately spotted his neighbor.

The blond man walked over to the gray haired man and stopped at his desk. “Morning,Winchester.”

“Morning, Gibbs,” Dean replied, his backpack settled on his back. He placed a cup of coffee on theolder man's desk. “Coffee, black, just the way you like it,” he stated.

Gibbs studied him before nodding. “Your desk is next over there,” he told him, pointing to a desk.“How's your uncle?”

“Fine,” Dean replied, going over and taking a seat. He set up a few pictures of his unit from the

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Marines, and got to organizing his desk the way he liked it. He also put up a picture of hisgirlfriend that he'd met two years before, just before his second deployment. “DiNozzo, that's theone that was over at your house last week when I dropped off those deer steaks, isn't it?”

“Yeah,” Gibbs replied. “We ended up cooking them in the fireplace.” He had been getting ready togo for coffee before Dean had presented him with a cup. The head field agent took a sip of thecoffee before relaxing back in his seat, enjoying the flavor. Winchester and he had discovered quiteby accident that they had the same taste in the brew. They both liked it black, and extremelystrong.

McGee was the next to arrive, a little surprised to see Gibbs at his desk, and then he saw thenewcomer. He nodded his head before taking a seat at his desk and booting his computer up. Helooked at the clock to make sure he hadn't been late for work before he started to type checking hisemail.

Tony arrive a half an hour later, fifteen minutes late for work. He was wearing a pair of darksunglasses and looked miserable. “Late night DiNozzo?” Gibbs asked.

Anthony DiNozzo turned and frowned at his boss. “Yeah, Boss,” he replied.

“Oh boy sounds like another case for the DiNozzo hangover remedy,” McGee said, smirking“Haven't seen that for a few weeks.”

“Shut up Elf Lord,” Tony grunted. He sat down at his desk and started rummaging around for theingredients.

Dean couldn't help but to smirk. He wanted to say something to the man, something about a greasycheeseburger and an ashtray, but he bit his tongue. It would be unprofessional in the workplace.

“DiNozzo, McGee,” Gibbs said, speaking up. “This is Special Agent Dean Winchester. He's ournew probationary agent.”

Tony looked at Dean before lowering his sunglasses to look over them. “Isn't he your next doorneighbor, Gibbs?”

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“Yeah,” Dean replied. “My uncle owns the house next door to his. I rent it from him.”

“So what got you interested in NCIS, Dean?”

He turned to McGee and smiled. “I've always been curious, investigating stuff and all... at leastthat's what my uncle says. About four and a half years ago, I woke up in a hospital without mymemory, joined the Marine Corps right after being discharged. Got stationed up here, got deployeda few times, got honorably discharged, and then Jethro suggested I might make a good field agent,so here I am.”

“Well, welcome to the team, Dean,” McGee said.

They both turned when DiNozzo burped after drinking down his remedy. “What,” he asked them.

Gibbs was just sipping his coffee, watching the three of them interact for a moment. “You areaware, DiNozzo, that you were fifteen minutes late.”

“Yeah, I took the bus this morning. I couldn't get my car to start for some reason.”

“I'll take a look at it after work if you want,” Dean offered. “What make and model is it?”

“What classic car hasn't he owned,” McGee said offhandedly.

“Shut up McGoo,” Tony snapped. “I'm currently driving a Camero.”

“I've got a Corvette,” Dean said, smirking.

“What year?”

“Sixty-six,” Dean replied. “Cherry red.”

“How on earth did you afford that on a Marine's salary,” DiNozzo asked in surprise.

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“Aside from a rich uncle? I bought the car as a wreck from a junkyard, rebuilt her myself.”

“Gear up,” Gibbs interrupted. “We've got a dead Marine in Rock Creek Park.” He was reachinginto his drawer for his gun and badge.

“I'm driving,” Dean stated, grabbing his own gun and badge. He also grabbed his backpack. McGeeand DiNozzo followed suit.

“Oh no, Probie, you ride in the back, I'm driving,” Tony announced. “I'm Senior Field Agent.”

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Dean ended up driving, much to Gibbs' and McGee's amusement. Tim hadn't been able to figureout in the slightest how the blond man had managed to out fox Tony, but he had.

The four agents approached where the park rangers had quartered off the area before Gibbs flashedhis badge to them. “What do we have?”

“It looks like he was mauled by a wild animal,” one of the rangers said. “We've never seenanything like it. It wasn't a bear or a cougar, or any other species we've ever seen before.”

“What do you mean?” Gibbs asked.

“His throat has been ripped out,” the other ranger said, looking past him. “Is that the MedicalExaminer?”

Gibbs looked behind himself before nodding. Ducky and Jimmy were pulling up, and as per usual,Ducky was complaining about Jimmy's trouble following directions.

“Sorry we're late, Jethro,” Doctor Donald Mallard said, walking over. “Mr. Palmer still hasn'tlearned his left from his right I'm afraid.”

“It's alright, Ducky. We just got here ourselves.”

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“Oh, is that a new agent?”

“Yes, that is Special Agent Dean Winchester. He's our new Probationary Agent.”

“Well, it's refreshing to see that he doesn't need you to give him orders to get to work, unlikeDiNozzo and McGee,” Ducky said, a smile on his face. The other two agents were standing,waiting for orders while Dean had already started photographing and tagging evidence. TheMedical Examiner paused for a moment before continuing. “Isn't he the only one in his trainingclass that did not pass out or get sick while observing the autopsy I was performing?”

“I believe he is, Doctor Mallard,” Jimmy stated, walking over with the gurney.

“Thought so,” The doctor said, starting toward the body in question that Dean was alreadyphotographing.

“McGee, Bag and Tag, DiNozzo Photographs, Winchester, interview the people who found thebody,” Gibbs announced to his three agents.

Dean handed off the camera and pulled a notebook out of his pocket, along with a pen, heading towhere three women were watching, one of which was crying. He flashed his badge and identifiedhimself, studying the three of them. “Did any of you know the victim?”

“We all did, he was my boyfriend. We were all camping nearby, and he went off into the woodslast night to find firewood for the campfire,” one of the women stated. She had long brown hair,and looked quite pretty.

“And your name is?”

“I'm Dorothy Wheeler, this is Tanya Swanson, and my sister, Debbie,” said the upset woman.Dean was writing as she spoke.

“Did you hear anything after he went out into the woods?”

“We heard him screaming,” Debbie told him. “We also heard his gun go off.”

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“He had a gun? Do you know what the make and model was?”

“It was a forty five caliber, with a fleur-de-leis carved in the handle, and it’s a revolver,” Dorothystated.

“Do you think this is linked to whatever has been hunting people?”

“Not sure, Ma'am,” Dean replied. “We'll know more after the autopsy. Where exactly where thefour of you staying?”

“About three miles to the north, in a cabin,” Debbie answered.

Dean continued to ask questions until he had all the information he could get. Something about thecase had the hair standing up on the back of his neck. He had also gotten the contact informationfor each of the women before returning to where Gibbs stood, getting information from the parkrangers. He listened for a few minutes before his commanding field agent turned to him.

“Apparently there's been something hunting human in this park for the past few weeks. Theythought they would be safe if they stayed in a cabin, but our victim went off to find firewood.”

“And most bears, according to the rangers, are hibernating this time of year.”

“I don't think it would be a cougar,” Dean stated. “Something about all this seems... familiar.”

“We've got bullets,” Tony announced as McGee photographed the trunk of a tree.

Gibbs and Dean started to walk over, the younger man going through his notes. “According to oneof the witnesses, they heard all the shots that would have been in the victim's .45 caliber revolver.”

“DiNozzo, McGee, how many slugs are in the tree?”

“Six,” Tony replied, counting them.

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“We've also got blood and what looks like tissue,” McGee added.

“We've got company, Boss,” Tony said suddenly, looking over Gibbs' shoulder. “FBI.”

“What would the FBI want with an animal killing,” Gibbs asked.

“No idea, but this is just... I can't shake the feeling that something about this doesn't make sense,and I can't shake the feeling that this is all familiar.”

“With me, Winchester,” Gibbs said, walking over to where a man with long brown hair and ablonde woman stood, speaking with the park rangers. He studied them as he walked over, and theyhad that air about them that just said military.

“Special Agent Gibbs, Special Agent Winchester, this is Agent Samantha Donahue and AgentJohn Gibbons,” the ranger said. “They claim they are interested in identifying the animalresponsible.”

“What exactly does the FBI want with an animal killing people? It's a pretty open and shut case,”Gibbs told them.

“We think there's more to it than that,” Agent Gibbons said. “We've been tracking whatever thisthing is from Montana to here.” His eyes were on Dean's, and Dean couldn't tear his blue eyesaway from the man's hazel ones.

“Have you found any DNA evidence,” Agent Donahue asked.

“I think you're bluffing. I think you know what it is we're after,” Dean stated.

“Dean,” Gibbs warned. “You're a probationary agent, let me handle this.” He looked at the twoagents who seemed mildly surprised but Gibbs seen it. He didn't think anyone else would have.They had been surprised and on guard ever since the two of them had walked over. He studiedthem for a few moments. “I don't think you two are bluffing about tracking this thing fromMontana, but I agree with Agent Winchester, I think you two know what you're after.”

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“So far, it hasn't left any DNA evidence,” Gibbons said. “We already spoke to other campers in thearea, and last night they heard six shots, plain as day.”

“Agent Gibbs, we think that whatever this is, it's highly dangerous, and we believe there’s morethan one. I think its best that you hand over the investigation in its entirety to us.”

“I don't think you're the real FBI,” Dean stated, squinting at them in the sunlight.

“We are.” The woman hadn't missed a beat as the man pulled out a business card and handed it toGibbs.

Gibbs pulled out his phone and dialed the number on the card. He listened for a few moments,asked a few questions, and then hung up. “They check out,” he told Dean. “But I'm not handingmy crime scene over to the FBI.” With that, Dean and Gibbs turned; walking away and the twoFBI agents looked at each other.

“I think we've got a problem,” the brown haired one said.

“I agree,” the blond replied, looking into her partner's hazel eyes. “I feel better about them workingthis with Dean on the case, but it didn't even look like he knew who we are.”

“I know,” he agreed. “And Dean would never use his real name on a hunt,” he whispered back.

“There's something else, Sam,” the woman said, watching the agents go about collecting evidence.“He's not a demon anymore.”

Sam scratched his left cheek with the thumbnail of his right hand, pulling his phone out anddialing a number. “Hey, Daniel, we've got a problem. Dean's attached to this investigation, and he'snot using an alias. He has no idea who we are, there was no recognition in his eyes, and the manhe's answering to seems to be ex-military.” He paused for a second, listening in on the phone.“Yeah, they've got our number, Daniel. The team leader told us to butt out.” Another pause.“Thanks.” Sam hung up and looked at the woman. “Well Hilery, how's your Enochian? From hereon out, when we call your Dad, you're going to have to use it.”

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“Agreed,” she replied. “We're going to have to be extra careful.”

“You think Crowley's involved in this?”

“No idea, he's been missing just as long as your brother has.”

Sam nodded. “Any idea how your dad is going to handle this?”

“I think he bought the contract on the head of the FBI, and the Secretary of the Navy,” Hilery toldhim.

For the next hour, Sam and Hilery continued to watch the NCIS Field Agents gather evidence andthe Medical Examiner and his assistant gather up the body.

It was around the time that Sam checked his watch that Gibbs' phone rang. He looked at it, andthen looked at Dean, McGee, and DiNozzo, who had stopped what they were doing to watch, andthen answered it. “Gibbs... Hello Leon,” he said. “What? You want us to work with the FBI on thiscase? What do they want with an obvious animal attack?” He listened for several moments, histeam looking at each other and then at him. “Couldn't you request Fornell?” Another pause. “Leon,I don't want a couple of amateurs running roughshod over my team! Hello? Damn it!” Gibbs threwhis phone across the crime scene, breaking it on a tree, before walking over to Hilery and Sam. “Itseems you two have a long reach,” he told them, staring them down. To their credit, they held theirgaze with his, which made him rethink the amateur comment he'd made on the phone, realizingthey were seasoned professionals. “I have one thing to say to you two on my case,” he looked themboth in the eye before continuing. “Stay out of my way.”

“No,” Sam stated. “You stay out of our way.” His voice was colder than he had intended,concerned the man was going to treat his brother poorly.

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A few hours later, a black, 1967 Chevy Impala pulled up outside NCIS headquarters, behind theMCRT van. Dean and Gibbs got out of the cab while DiNozzo and McGee got out of the back.Somehow, the older of the two Winchesters had managed to wiggle into the position of driver

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again, and DiNozzo and McGee hadn't any clue how he'd convinced them to ride in the back.

The four agents walked the evidence down to Abby Scuito, forensics specialist, while the two whoclaimed to be from the FBI checked in to get visitors passes. Gibbs had hoped that would stallthem, but apparently, Vance had notified security they were coming. They arrived at Abby's lab atthe same time the team had.

“Ooo what did you bring me!?” Abby asked excitedly. “It’s not Christmas yet!”

Sam and Hilery just looked at each other, keeping quiet for the time being as they observed theGoth taking evidence bags out and holding them up to the light.

“We need you to identify the animal that the bullets shot, Abbs,” Gibbs said as Dean put a box ofevidence down and gave Abby a million watt smile. “You remember Dean Winchester from thatcase we did while he was still in the Marine Corps, right Abbs?”

“How could I forget!” she said. “I see you successfully got him to join Team Gibbs,” she saidbefore Gibbs handed her a jumbo sized CafPow. She took several gulps from the straw, smiling.

“Well, how else was I supposed to keep him from asking you out on a date,” the head field agentasked, smiling. He heard her giggle before her eyes landed on the two who had joined them. “Abbsthese are -”

“John Gibbons,” Sam said, introducing himself.

“Samantha Donahue,” Hilery added.

“They're FBI, Abbs,” Gibbs grunted. “I asked for Fornell when I was told we had to work withthem, but the director hung up on me.”

“Bummer, Gibbs,” Abby said, finally putting her CafPow down. “What would the FBI want withan animal killing someone?”

“I don't know, ask them. Winchester, DiNozzo, McGee, track the Marine's whereabouts over the

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past few days. If the FBI's involved, we've missed something.”

McGee walked out with a simple, “see you Abbs,” but Dean and Tony stayed put, both eyeing thepretty blonde.

When Tony realized that Dean was sticking around for a few extra moments, he frowned, figuringto make the first move. “So, Agent Donahue,” Tony said, smiling, “How about you take me asideand fill me in on the details of your case? I am, after all, the senior field agent. We can do it overlunch.”

“You may be senior field agent, but I think the woman would be more interested in blondes,Tony,” Dean scoffed. “You're not her type. You don't see the way she keeps eyeing me? If she'sgoing to fill anyone in on the case, it'll be me.” He was leaning against one of the tables in Abby'slab, smirking.

Before Gibbs could head slap either of them, she smirked at both of them. “Sorry boys, but I don'tthink your security clearance goes high enough for me.”

Gibbs and Abby just looked at each other. The woman was a natural apparently at handling menlike DiNozzo and Winchester, who walked out sulking.

They ended up walking past a woman who didn't even spare them a passing glance, her eyes on afolder that she was reading through as she followed Trent Kort through the hallway. She enteredAbby's lab as well and was about ready to say something to Gibbs when she spotted Hilery andSam.

“Oh great, what brought you two out of the wood work?”

Sam and Hilery looked at each other and then at her.

“You know Agents Donahue and Gibbons?” Gibbs asked in surprise.

“It would appear so, Gibbs,” Kort stated, eyeing the two of them. “May I introduce CIA black opsAgent Lori Davenport. It seems your dead Marine has caught the attention of the CIA.”

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“Great,” Gibbs said. “Why is it everyone wants to get in the middle of my investigation?”

“You two, elevator, now,” Lori stated, pointing at Hilery and Sam. They looked at each otheragain, but obeyed the woman while Gibbs and Kort got into a staring contest. She ushered them in,hit the button for the sub basement, and then hit the emergency stop on the elevator. She thenturned to them both. “Are you two crazy? Impersonating FBI agents in the nation’s capitol?”

“Well, Daniel owns the contracts on both the Secretary of the Navy and the head of the FBI,”Hilery said, smirking and taking Sam's hand in hers. “It was a piece of cake to be included into theinvestigation.”

“Gibbs is good, I've been looking over his file,” Lori pointed out. “He's going to figure you twoaren't FBI sooner rather than later.”

“And what are you doing impersonating CIA?” Sam asked. “That's even more dangerous.”

“I'm not impersonating anything,” Lori snapped. “How do you think I've been able to teach youtwo to make fake badges and everything? I really am CIA.”

“Why didn't you tell us?” Hilery inquired.

“You want to know why? It's something I don't want all over the hunter community! I was goingto tell you two baboons a few years ago, after Sam shut the Gates of Hell, but someone decided toscrew the pooch and didn't finish it! He was too damned dependent on his big brother, whohappens to have turned up missing for the past four and a half years, along with Crowley.”

“Actually, we think we've found Dean,” Sam said sighing. “But he doesn't remember or recognizeus for some reason. He's attached to Gibbs' team, and he's going by his real name... and he'shuman.”

Lori swore before smacking Sam. “I highly doubt its Dean. That man has been so interdependenton you since you were kids to the point that it's unhealthy. There's also no way to remove theMark of Cain from his arm, so if that were your brother, he'd be on a killing spree right about now.

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I am fairly certain that it's probably his look alike. Those do exist you know,” she told them.

“Lori, calm down,” Hilery said gently. “There's no reason to man handle my husband.”

“You married the bloody idjit!?” Lori hissed. “Are you asking to get yourself killed? That man can'tkeep a girlfriend alive to save his life!”

“We've been together for seven years. I've got the fact that I'm half angel working in my favor.”

Lori glared at her younger cousin for several long minutes before shrugging. “Not my fault you likesloppy seconds,” she said, going to flip the switch for the elevator back on.

Hilery flipped it back off again. “Sloppy seconds?”

“Ohhhh hooooo, Moose never told you? While he was soulless, I gave him the best lay of his life.”She hit the switch again, smirking at the blonde.

She was seething. Sam studied the dark haired woman, placing a hand on his wife's shoulder. “EasyBabe,” he said gently.

“Actually, yes he did tell me,” she snapped. “But you picked a hell of a time to bring it up.”

When the doors opened, the three walked out, composed as though nothing had happened. Theywere walking toward autopsy when they heard a crash, taking off running the last few steps.

Hilery and Lori both pulled their guns while Sam started looking around as quickly as he could forthe emergency supply closet.

The two women slid through the door of autopsy, guns trained on the Marine that had Ducky andJimmy pinned to the wall by their throats, his teeth penetrating the doctor's shoulder. They eachfired several shots into his back, causing him to drop the two of them and turn. “Moose hurry it thehell up!” Lori shouted as the creature grabbed her cousin and threw her before grabbing Lori. Itpinned her to the wall and was about ready to sink its teeth into her when Hilery shot it again.

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It turned and was about ready to attack the blonde when Sam ran in with the fire ax, effectivelylopping its head off. “You girls okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” they both replied, getting up.

“We best check on the medical examiner and his assistant,” Lori suggested, cracking her neck.“Moose, why don't you put the body back on the exam table.”

Sam nodded and threw the head first up on the table, followed by picking up the body and heftingit up there.

While he did that, the girls approached the medical examiner and his assistant, kneeling down infront of them. Jimmy was unconscious; the English doctor had a hand pressed to his wound.

“What was that thing,” he asked. “And who are you two?”

“I'm Lori Davenport, CIA, this is my cousin, Hilery.” the brunette woman stated. “You two werejust attacked by a Vampire.”

“Don't worry, we killed it,” Hilery added in, pressing two fingers to Jimmy Palmer's neck. Feelinga strong but steady pulse she nodded. “He's just unconscious.”

“That thing was a vampire,” Ducky asked in confusion. “It bit me!” The girls studied him for amoment. He was breathing hard, and a bruise was forming around his neck where the creature hadbeen strangling him.

“Not to worry, Doctor Mallard,” Lori returned. “The only way to be changed into one is to drinkthe blood of a vampire.”

“Ducky?” A voice echoed through the room and he got up, holding a hand to his shoulder. Helooked at a small screen and seen her and Jethro looking at him in concern.

“What happened Duck?” Gibbs asked. “You okay?”

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“I suppose I will be, thanks to Agent Davenport and the two she had with her. Jimmy'sunconscious I'm afraid.”

“What happened, Ducky?” Abby asked.

“We're on our way down,” Gibbs said.

“What he said,” she stated, hitting the button to turn the webcam off.

A few minutes later, Jethro and Abby strode through the doors of autopsy, the Goth going straightto Ducky to hug him and check out his wound. Sam was busy moving Jimmy to a table, at Ducky'sdirection. Hilery had moved onto examining the head and had a pair of gloves on and had a cottonswab, and Lori was standing with the doctor.

“How much of that did you see Jethro?” Ducky asked warily.

“The entire thing... what was that thing?” Jethro asked, watching Abby help Ducky to a chair.

“A vampire,” Hilery announced without looking up. “One of you might want to get that tooth thatbroke off in the doctor's wound,” she added.

“Any idea why his wounds didn't heal when the transformation was complete,” Lori asked, puttinga pair of gloves on and grabbing a scalpel.

“None,” Hilery replied.

Sam was joining her and he had put a pair of gloves on. He had taken to looking at the body's neckinjuries. “They started to heal before I lopped his head off,” he stated before starting to search theMarine's pockets.

“You two aren't really FBI,” Gibbs pointed out. Then he looked at Lori. “I'm not entirely sure ifyou're CIA or not.”

“You're right. Meet Hilery Davenport and Sam Winchester, hunters of anything that goes bump

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in the night. I'm a hunter as well, but I really am CIA,” Lori stated.

“Winchester?” Gibbs said in surprise. It was just as Dean, McGee, and Tony walked in. Heimmediately looked at Dean who raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah Jethro?” he asked.

“Do you know these two?”

“No, sir,” he replied.

“Well if it's any consolation, you were right, they lied about being FBI.”

“Ouch,” Dean said.

Lori was eying Dean with interest. She was a hundred percent sure that Dean was a double withthe same name. There were scars on the man that hadn't been there before. There was also norecognition in his eyes. She paused in studying him. His eyes were blue instead of green on top ofthat; something that Hilery and Sam had missed.

She turned her head dismissively after a moment, starting to cut Ducky's shirt. She also touchedthe wound gently. “Yeah, there's a tooth in there like she said,” she told them after a few moments.Much to Ducky's credit, he only hissed his teeth when she squeezed the wound, forcing the toothout of it. “Can someone get me a suture kit and some peroxide or iodine?”

Tony was already on it, even though his hand was stuck to a bottle of super glue. McGee washelping with the hand that wasn't stuck to his mouse. It was about that time that Gibbs noticed hisagents stuck to different things, and Dean smirking. The fact that he was the only one of the threethat wasn't stuck to something piqued his interest. When the two senior agents had the items out,Dean took them from them and walked them over to Lori. She placed them on a rolling cart beforepainting Ducky's wound with the iodine.

“You act like you have done this before,” Dean said conversationally.

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“Done it quite a few times, on those two,” she replied, hooking a thumb at Hilery and Sam whowere staring at the two of them.

“I stitched up a marine or two myself while I was overseas. I'm Dean Winchester, by the way,” hestated.

Much to her credit, she didn't jump, just looked sharply at him. “Interesting name,” she said after afew moments. “I knew another Dean Winchester several years ago. I'm pretty sure he's dead.”

“Lori....”

“Sam, Hilery, elevator,” she said, before smiling at Dean. “Can you finish this for me, Doll? I needto go kick some sense into my cousin and her husband.”

“Course,” Dean replied, putting on a pair of gloves. He took the seat she had been seated on andstarted to stitch the wound up.

After kicking some sense into Sam and Hilery both, and explaining to them that Dean's eyes didn'tmatch the eye color of Sam's brother, they met Gibbs, Ducky, Abby, McGee, Dean, and DiNozzoin the forensics lab. They had taken the stairs during Lori's little meeting with her family, withGibbs giving a light knock on the elevator door and letting them know where they would be.Jimmy had come to and was being driven home by Vance's driver.

From the lab, Hilery, Lori, and Sam ushered them into a conference room, shutting and locking thedoor behind them.

When everyone was seated, Sam, Hilery, and Lori all took seats as well. They seemed locked in abattle of wills for a few moments before Sam finally stood, sighing. “As you have already probablyfigured out, my wife and I aren't really FBI agents,” he stated. “We are more specialized than theFBI or CIA could ever dream to be. We are hunters of the Supernatural world. We hunt vampires,werewolves, demons, faeries, and anything else that goes bump in the night. We have gone upagainst Windigos, Hydras, and several other creatures that should not exist. They are all very real.Even angels exist.

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“Five years ago, my older brother, Dean, was turned into a demon. A short time after that, hedisappeared. We believe a hunter killed him,” he was saddened, by the look on his features. “Thisis not a battle that is taken lightly. There are more than just us out there that hunt these things.Most hunters have criminal records, linked with the hunt of things that go bump in the night.

“What attacked Doctor Mallard was in fact a vampire. They were hunted to near extinction, butrecently there has been a rise in their numbers. There has also been a rise in the number ofwerewolves,” he paused looking them each in the eye before continuing, “What we are facing is awar between the two, started by two families. We have found evidence of them killing each otherleft and right, and unfortunately, humans and hunters alike have gotten caught in the cross hairs.”

When Sam finished, Hilery took over. “The vampire that attacked Dr. Mallard and his assistantwas attacked last night by a werewolf. We do not believe he was expecting to run into trouble withanyone or anything, and thus had his gun loaded with lead. A vampire that is expecting to beattacked by a werewolf will carry a gun loaded with silver or a silver knife.

“The only way to take down a werewolf is by shooting them in the heart or the head with a silverbullet, but be careful not to be bitten yourself. Werewolves infect humans via a bite that has brokenthe skin. This is not reversible.”

“Vampires on the other hand are killed through beheading. The old wooden stake through the heartdoes not work. They infect people by feeding on human beings their blood, but there is a cure. Tocure a vampire, before they have fed on blood, you feed them the blood of the vampire that changedthem.”

“To slow werewolves or vampires down, there are a few techniques,” Lori said, picking up whereHilery left off. “Werewolves can be hit by anything silver to slow them down, but it has topenetrate the heart or head to kill them. Vampires you can slow down, effectively tranquilizingthem, by introducing dead man's blood to their systems. Dead man's blood is self explanatory; it isthe blood of a dead man or dead woman.

“Vampires and werewolves are both very strong creatures with ways unique to telling that a personis one.

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“First, vamps have a second layer of teeth that descend when they are ready to feed. If you press onthe upper gums with an object, the fangs will descend naturally. These fangs are found all along theupper and lower jaws. Bram Stoker's Dracula is purely fictional. Vampires have way more fangsthan their canine teeth, and sunlight doesn't really affect them. I hear it hurts like sunburn, butthat's it.

“Werewolves, along with several other species of creatures who go bump in the night, arevulnerable to silver. If you touch them with it, it burns them. Werewolves change the entire weekof the full moon, not just the night of the full moon, and they do not change into big, scary wolves.They enjoy eating the hearts of their victims, but some will subside off animal kills and otherorgans from their kills.

“Hunters only kill these creatures when they have put the general public at risk. It is how we findthem. Thus far, more vampires than werewolves have been dying in this war, with both trying tobuild their numbers up. If we can find the alpha werewolf that is instigating these kills, as well asthe head vampire, we stand a chance at stopping all of this.”

Dean, Tim, Jethro, Abby, Ducky, and Tony all stared at them. Dean was the only one whosemouth wasn't hanging open. Lori had to give him some credit with that. “Questions?”

The only one that raised their hand was Abby. “The floor is being handed over to the peppy Goth,”Lori said. Peppy and Goth were two words she never thought she'd put in the same sentence whenreferring to the same person.

“You said silver affects more than just werewolves. What else is affected by it?”

“The list is long,” Hilery replied.

“It includes skin walkers.” Lori pointed out. “The CIA uses them quite a bit in espionage as spies,when they haven't gone off the deep end and become murderers or thieves.”

“What's a skin walker?”

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appear as any other living creature that they desire. They can vary their height, weight, hair color,skin color; everything about them can be changed.”

“So how do we find this head vampire and alpha werewolf?” Dean asked, eyebrow raised. His eyeshadn't left Lori, more aptly, hadn't left her chest. Neither had Tony's.

“Hey, eyes up here, DiNozzo, Winchester,” Lori grunted, realizing where they were both looking.Both their heads shot up to look her in the eye. “You two see something you like or something?”

Tony, a little embarrassed at being caught staring, shook his head no, and apologized.

Dean however smirked. “Hell yeah, I see something I like. I'll give you twenty dollars to slip out ofthat shirt and let us see what's under that blouse.”

Gibbs head slapped him, but he continued to grin ruefully at Lori, who raised an eyebrow at him.At least the man was honest.

“Here's what I recommend,” Lori said, speaking up. “All the attacks on Vampires and Werewolvesoccur at night. I suggest everyone go home, get a few hours of rack time, and report back here atsundown. The time is right for werewolves to be shifting, and they are probably roaming the parks.Vampires are also probably roaming the parks, looking for animals to hit off of. If they suspect thatwerewolves are present in the parks and killing their kind however, they may shift their attentionto a more... satisfying cuisine, putting countless humans at risk. We need to nip this in the bud,tonight.”

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Sleeping arrangements were set upon a short time later, with Hilery and Sam agreeing to stay withGibbs in one of his spare bedrooms. He had offered so they didn't have to spend money on a motel,after finding out that hunters paid for everything out of pocket or through fraud. He hadn't wantedthem committing any crimes on his watch, so he had offered them a large spare bedroom... the onlycatch was, it was filled with two twin beds.

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Dean, before DiNozzo could ask, had offered to put Lori up in one of his spare bedrooms. She hadreadily agreed, wanting to get to know this man a little better.

After they were through the door, Dean dropped her bags from where he'd been carrying them andthen came up behind her, tracing a knuckle from the middle of her back, down to her behind, andthen back up again. It sent a thrill of electricity coursing up her spine.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured, suddenly adding his other hand to the mix, rubbing her back,then her shoulders, and lastly her arms. He kissed her neck gently and she turned to face him.Amber eyes met blue eyes, and then they kissed. At first it was a light kiss, but the longer their lipswere together, the deeper it got before he began to pull her dress shirt out of her pants and slid hishands up to her bare, lower back.

When the kiss broke, she looked up into his eyes before starting to unbutton his dress shirt toreveal the white tee shirt underneath. As she spread her hands across his muscles, she felt themripple under her hands. This man was well built, a hell of a lot more built than the last DeanWinchester she'd known.

Dean didn't think about his girlfriend, only the woman that was in his arms as they kissed theirway up the stairs and to the master bedroom, where they undressed each other down to theirunderclothes and then made love.

When they were done, they both laid there, eyes shut, breathing heavily. This man... he was abetter lover than she had imagined. Even as a demon, the man she had once loved before hisuntimely death had nothing on this man, this... Marine.

She could hear the strong hammering of his heart as they laid there, her head on his chest. “Damn,”she breathed. He had a hand on her back, holding her gently. She had almost thought he'd fallenasleep until she felt him begin to sit up.

She rolled off him and looked him in the eyes. They looked red and it made her frown. “Youokay?”

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“Yeah,” he said, rubbing them. “I need to take my contacts out.” He got up and went over to thedresser, grabbing a contact lens case and a pair of sweat pants before heading toward the bathroomthat adjoined the room. She heard the shower turn on, and debated on joining him, but decidedagainst it.

Lori looked lazily around the room, seeing memorabilia from his time as a Marine, a picture of apretty woman that had Lori puzzled. She was a brunette with brown eyes, warm but not as warmas her own amber ones. She continued looking around the room at the photographs until onestopped her cold. She got up and walked over to it, taking it off the wall and looking at it. In thepicture stood a proud man, who had graduated college salutatorian of his class. Next to him wasanother man, dressed in a suit and tie. Lori recognized the other man easily enough: Crowley.Suddenly, a bad feeling settled in the pit of her stomach as she flipped the picture over andremoved it from its frame. The picture was dated, with the date the Marine had graduated fromcollege with an associate’s degree, with a little information on the two men. “Dean Winchester,Salutatorian and his Uncle Fergus McLeod,” she read aloud. She flipped it over and squinted at thepicture, continuing to frown. Fergus McLeod's eyes looked those of a normal gentleman, whichcaused her to raise an eyebrow. He clearly wasn't a demon, but what were the odds that therewould be two Dean Winchesters, and two Fergus McLeods, that looked nearly identical?

She heard a man's throat clearing. “Any particular reason you've taken the photograph of mygraduation from college out of its frame?” She swallowed, not turning to look at him. The feelingshe'd had about being wrong about the two Dean's being different when she'd scolded Sam andHilery was now almost a painful feeling in her gut.

She squared her shoulders and turned to look at the man she had made love with, hoping her gutwas wrong, but when she looked at him, she knew the truth. “Shit.” she said, looking at the barechest, green eyed Winchester brother. He was wearing a pair of glasses, but there was no disputingthe tattoo or the green eyes now.

“Shit's right, sweetie. It's not very polite to go into a man's house and start taking his picturesapart,” he told her, standing there. “If you wanted to know who was in the picture with me, youcould have asked.”

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chest, shoulders, and arms. When he turned to look away, she saw the ones on his back. His bodywas littered with them.

“You wouldn't be asking that if I had come out of the bathroom wearing a shirt,” he said bitterly.

“No, I would have,” she told him, putting the picture and frame down and walking over to him.She placed a hand on his shoulder and felt him stiffen for a moment.

“No, you're just saying that. Almost every woman I bring home, when she sees all my scars, sheasks me, what is wrong with me, what happened... the only one who hasn't has been mygirlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” Lori asked in surprise. “You... Christ Winchester,” she said. “You haven't changed abit.”

“You don't even know me,” Dean stated, getting up. He walked over to a stereo and turned on aCD. Soft Jazz started to play, something that caught Lori off guard. It wasn't ACDC, Journey,Foreigner... it was Coltrane.

“I... used to,” she admitted after a moment. “Don't you remember me? Don't you remember yourlittle brother?”

“Look, I don't know you, and I have no brother. I'm an only child who was raised by my uncle.”

“Dean...” Lori said gently. “Look at me.”

“God, the first time I decide to mess around with a woman besides Maria, and this is what I get,”he said, not looking at her. He sniffled and she realized he was crying, something she had neverseen him do.

“Dean, I know you. I know what that tattoo means on your chest.”

Finally he looked at her, surprised. This also caught her off guard. Lori touched him gently wherethe tattoo sat, studying it. It was intact. “You really don't remember, do you?”

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He walked over to the bed and sat down, sighing. “The earliest thing I remember is waking up in ahospital in Annapolis, Maryland, my Uncle Fergus sitting next to me. He said I'd been both struckby lightning and hit by a car, all within five seconds. The driver said that he hadn't seen me untilhe was practically on top of me. He was going too fast for the downpour to see clearly where hewas going. To add to it, it was also the middle of the night. The doctors said I was lucky to havesurvived. I had over a hundred stitches, ten staples, numerous scrapes and bruises, not to mention afew fractured bones. After I recovered, I told my uncle I wanted to join the Marines... he... waslivid, but after a few days, he took me to a recruiter who signed me up. He was proud when Igraduated basic at the top of my class. I also graduated advanced at the top of my class. The Corpspaid for me to go to school... for the first year I was stationed here, went to school full time inaddition to being a full time Marine, then I got deployed for the first time, overseas. There was anuprising in Iraq. I was injured in a firefight, but I recovered and was brought home. It was a fewweeks before my unit was supposed to come home. I think I arrived here a few days before theydid. The second time I was deployed, one of the men in my unit went bat shit insane,” Lori realizedhis eyes weren't focused as he remembered what happened, relaying the facts and only the facts.“He killed half our platoon. I was the only one with enough guts to charge him and take him down.My uncle later asked me if I had a suicide wish, but... I just wanted to save the others. I pinned himdown but his eyes were... they were black. We fought, but I'd been shot. I lost consciousness.When I came to, I was being tended by the troop's clergyman. He told me I was a good Marine,had saved lives, but wouldn't go into detail on what had happened, just told me the man was dead.When I got back the second time, I went through a psych eval, passed it, served for another year onbase here, then got an honorable discharge. Jethro saw promise in me, got me into the academy, gotme trained as a field agent... this is actually my first case. I mean, I helped him investigate the casewhere the Marine had gone nuts and turned on us, but it was nothing like this.”

“That man that lost it on your platoon was possessed by a demon, Dean,” she told him softly. Shesat down next to him and started to rub his back. “You charged him instead of running because ofan instinct honed in you by your father. Your Uncle Fergus isn't your uncle,” she said. “You're theson of John and Mary Winchester. Mary, your mother, died when you were four years old, at thehands of a demon. Your father, he raised you and your brother to be hunters, just what we're doingnow, tonight. You know deep down that Fergus McLeod lied to you, and you know that I'm tellingyou the truth.”

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“No,” Dean said, shaking his head. “I don't know who is telling the truth,” he said, getting up andgoing to his dresser to get a shirt out. He slipped a Marine shirt over his head and then gave ashaky laugh. She knew he was crying again. “I am a normal man, a normal Marine. I always havebeen a normal man.”

Lori began to pick up her clothes to get dressed, watching him carefully. “That tattoo... it's an antipossession tattoo. It saved you from being the man who attacked your platoon. Demons target thestrong because they enjoy bringing them to their knees, and you are one of the strongest men Iknow. You are Dean Winchester, brother of Sam Winchester, son of John and Mary Winchester.”

“Get dressed and get out,” Dean growled at her. “Get your shit and get out. Go next door and staywith Gibbs. I don't want a liar staying with me.”

“Dean, I'm not -”

“Get out!”

Lori finished dressing and left the bedroom. She grabbed her bag from the living room and walkedout the door, heading across the lawn to Gibbs' house. She knocked and Gibbs answered, a littlesurprised to see her. “Gibbs, I need to speak with Hilery and Sam. It's important.”

“Yeah. I can see that,” he told her, letting her in. She went to the living room where he offered hera bottle of bourbon. She took a greedy pull from the bottle, downing several gulps at once beforehanding the bottle back.

Sam and Hilery walked into the room momentarily, having heard her knocking on the door. Theylooked at each other and then back at her, taking a seat on either side of her. She didn't seem toobroken up, just hurt, but they both knew Lori wasn't one to show her emotions. “What's wrong,Lor?” Hilery asked softly.

“You two were right. It is him. He has amnesia. He has the anti possession tattoo, his eyes aregreen... he doesn't remember anything from before he dropped from our radar. Crowley is posing ashis uncle, has been feeding him a web of lies... it's a mess.”

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Hilery and Sam both studied her, carefully. “You slept with him, didn't you,” Sam asked after afew moments.

“Sam, you know your brother has always had that affect on me, even when we used to fight.”

Sam sighed, standing up and then reaching into his wallet. “Call Cas and Daniel,” Sam told hiswife. “I'm going to go have a word with Dean.”

Gibbs had just been observing the whole time. Lori didn't look too broken up, just shell shocked. “Iknew the last names couldn't have been a coincidence,” he told them. “I don't believe in them.”

“I knew in my gut it was him,” Lori said. “I just didn't want to believe it.”

“You didn't want to believe it because you didn't want to go through the pain of an old wound,”Gibbs said. When Lori nodded, he nodded.

“It was easier for us all to believe he was dead,” Hilery replied. “He had been turned into a demon,quite by accident. We searched and searched for a cure, to get rid of what made him a demon, but...it was like finding a needle in a haystack.”

“Is he still a demon,” Gibbs asked.

“No,” she replied. “He's human as you or Lori.”

“I thought the saying is you or me.”

“Hilery's half angel,” Lori replied before running a hand down her face. “Is there a shower I canuse?”

“Upstairs,” Gibbs replied.

“Yeah, you best go do that,” Hilery stated, wrinkling her nose. “You can tell by how you smellwhat you've been up to.”

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Lori shot Hilery a dirty look, punched her shoulder, before grabbing her bag and going upstairs.

Dean sighed, rubbing his face, thinking. He wanted to call his uncle who was in Annapolis at themoment. He was staring at his cell phone when he'd heard a knock on the downstairs door.

He slid the phone into his pocket and then went downstairs to answer the door. He was none toosurprised to see who was on the other side. He debated on slamming it in his face, and the otherman seemed to be daring him to.

Rather than risk an argument that the entire neighborhood would witness, he stepped back andwalked into the living room, taking a seat on the black sofa. Sam walked in behind him and lookedaround. The room definitely hinted that it was a bachelor pad. What he hadn't expected was whenhis brother picked up a remote control and turned on the stereo system. It didn't blare his signaturemusic, but rather, jazz, just like the one upstairs had when he'd argued with Lori.

Sam walked over silently, taking a seat on the sofa next to him. He had a book in his hand that he'dgotten out of the Impala. There was also a photo in his other hand.

“This belongs to you, you know,” Sam said after a few moments of awkward silence. “So does thisalbum. I remember when the pictures were given to us... you went out of your way to find theperfect album for them, and then spent hours putting them all in it. I remember you showing mepictures of you and Mom, of me as a baby, Mom and Dad's wedding...”

Dean shook his head. “No offense, but I just... I don't know who to believe right now. I don't thinkmy uncle would lie to me.”

“Your uncle is the king of lies and deceit. He's a demon, Dean. The King of Hell... or at least heused to be the King of Hell. He dropped off our radar when you went missing.”

Dean sat silently. “My uncle is as human as you or me,” he said finally. Dean was handed thephotograph in Sam's hand and he looked at it. “This doesn't look familiar,” he told him.

Sam sighed. “You used to keep that photo in your wallet. It's of you and Mom, shortly after I wasborn.... You carried me out of the house the night she died.”

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Dean shook his head. “Why are you guys trying to turn my life upside down?”

“Because you're living a lie,” Sam told him. “Here, you got any whiskey?”

“Come again?”

“You... don't drink?”

“Not really,” Dean replied. “I mean, there's a bottle of scotch in the freezer that belongs to myuncle, but I don't really drink. I mean, I might have a beer now and then with Jethro, but I reallyjust... I don't know.”

“Well, I'm going to prove to you that your uncle is a demon, and I'm going to go get the bottle ofscotch, okay?”

Sam got up, and with a washable marker, drew a devil's trap in the front doorway before coveringit with a rug. He then went to the kitchen.

It was while he was in the kitchen that Dean heard a set of keys in the door. He got up and wasabout to open it when Crowley walked in. He stopped at the devil's trap and raised an eyebrow atDean. “You okay, boy?”

“Rough day with the job, is all Uncle Fergus.”

“It couldn't be that bad, it was your first day after all,” Crowley stated. He frowned hearing noisesin the other room. “Do we have company?”

“Yeah, someone who's working a case with the team. Bunch of bodies have been turning up inRock Creek Park.” Dean pushed his glasses up on his nose.

“I couldn't find any glasses but these jars, I hope you don't mind if we use... Oh shit.” Sam said,coming into the room.

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“Oh bloody hell,” Crowley stated, seeing Sam Winchester.

“You two know each other?” Dean asked.

“He's a demon, like I told you.”

“Wrong, Moose my boy,” Crowley said, stepping out of the devil's trap.

Sam blinked at him in surprise. “You're human?”

He looked at the spot that he'd previously stood, seeing the edges of the trap before shrugging. “Itwould seem so. Your little hocus pocus didn't work, now did it?”

Sam raised the hand with the scotch in it and pointed for a few seconds, trying to think of what tosay. Finally he just said, “I'm going to go get another glass. This is going to be good.”

“They're in the dining room hutch!” Dean called after him; he then looked at Crowley, with aneyebrow raised. “I think there's a lot we need to talk about,” he stated. “Because I'm beingbombarded with stories that I'm not sure if they are true or not.”

“What do you think, Dean?”

“My gut says they are, but my mind says you'd never lie to me.”

Sam returned a few moments later, carrying three glasses and the bottle of scotch. The three ofthem took a seat in the living room, with Dean and Sam on the sofa and Crowley sitting in a chair,before Sam poured scotch in all three glasses. Crowley immediately took his and sniffed it beforesipping it.

Sam sipped his own, to steady his nerves. The only one not drinking was Dean, who seemed to justbe holding his glass.

“So,” Crowley said, breaking the silence. “I am sure you both have questions.”

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“Yeah, what the hell happened to the two of you? One minute you're all over the radar of thehunter community, Dean's trying to kill me, and the next... you two just... vanished... and now Irun into both of you two in regards to a hunt, Dean has no clue who I am, and you're both...human.”

“Yes, that is one way to put everything,” Crowley stated.

“Wait, you really were the King of Hell,” Dean asked in surprise.

“Was, being the operative word, Dean. Yes, Moose is your brother, your younger brother. You'repushing forty, old chap. I shaved a few years off your age when you lost your memory.” He paused,taking a sip of his scotch, waiting for Dean to ask the question.

“What happened, really, Uncle Fergus?”

“Please, my boy, call me Crowley while we're on the touchy subject of demons. It is so much morenatural.”

Dean blinked at him in surprise. “Crowley?”

“Demons are really souls that were sent to Hell after committing the worst sins imaginable orselling their soul. They get tortured until there is no humanity left, and thus become demons.Crowley's name while he was alive was Fergus McLeod. After he became a demon, he went byCrowley. First he became the King of the Crossroads, and then later became King of Hell after welocked Lucifer back in his cage.”

“What did you do that was so bad?” Dean asked Crowley who just sighed for a moment.

“I sold my soul...”

“Yeah, he sold his soul for a few extra inches below the belt,” Sam said when the former King ofHell hesitated.

“Damn and you tell me to watch hitting the sheets with a woman too early,” Dean stated.

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“So, you going to answer our questions, or not Crowley? What the hell happened to turn you twoboth human?”

Crowley sipped his whiskey, contemplating on how to tell the story. Finally, he took a deep breathand began. “Four and a half years ago...”

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Dean and Crowley were walking through Annapolis, thoroughly tanked. The older demon had justsigned a deal with the new Secretary of the Navy and the head of the FBI, and he figured why notcelebrate with his favorite fellow demon. That was what Dean had become in the span of a fewshort months.

Dean himself had something to celebrate. He had just taken out a huge pack of werewolves thathad been feeding in the wilderness of Alaska, wiping out entire families. The two were looking toraise a little hell together.

While they had been looking for something to do, they noticed a driver speeding in the torrentialdownpour that had started, and smirking, Dean had decided to teach him a lesson. The two of themhad teleported a few miles up the road, and Dean took a few steps out onto the asphalt. They werestanding there, conversing when suddenly, the sky lit up. Lightning struck Dean, and as he wascollapsing, the speeding man struck him, going fifty five miles per hour in a residential zone. Theplan had been for Dean to teleport out of the way, scaring the driver, possibly causing him towreck. The car striking him had not been part of the plan.

Crowley had watched as Dean was thrown by the force of the car striking him. The driver hadslammed on their brakes, rolled down their window, and then seeing the man lying prone in thestreet, took off as fast as he could. Crowley, not paying the driver any mind, had hurried over to hisfallen comrade. He hit his knees on the asphalt, calling Dean's name. When he touched him, hedrew his hand back as fast as he could. He'd gotten a jolt of whatever had struck the Winchester.He looked around and then touched Dean again, rolling him onto his back.

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something was definitely wrong. His own demonic powers were fading, and fast. With the lastamount of power he had, he granted the one wish that Dean had had... an apple pie life. He thenpulled his cell phone out and called for an ambulance. In the light from the phone, he could see theblood on the pavement. Without realizing it, he said a small prayer that the man would survive.

Dean had survived, but he'd also spent a month in a coma. Crowley had stayed by his side as muchas the doctors would permit him to, only leaving him to take care of humanly needs.

Worry had been something that Crowley had not felt as a demon except on the rare occasion thathis place in the hierarchy was threatened. People dying had not bothered him in the slightest, andhe himself had maimed and killed hundreds, if not thousands of people, maybe even tens ofthousands or more... but Dean's position bothered him.

For the first few days, it had been touch and go; the man's heart stopping twice from his injuries.The doctors had gotten it restarted both times.

When Dean had finally opened his eyes, a month after he'd been struck, it had been to see Crowleypraying by his bedside.

When the former King of Hell opened his eyes, it had been to look into Dean's green ones. Thetwo studied each other for a moment, before Dean asked his first question: “Who the hell are you?”It was immediately followed by: “Where the hell am I,” and “What happened?”

Crowley remembered studying Dean, carefully. “You don't remember?”

“No, I...” Dean was at a loss for words, and the former demon could see panic in his eyes.

He hit the call button for the nurse, studying Dean intently, deciding how he should play this.Finally, he decided to do what he had done best as a demon: Lie.

“I am your Uncle, Fergus McLeod,” he remembered saying, patting Dean's hand. “I raised youfrom the time you could walk. Your parents died in a house fire when you were just a toddler.”

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amnesia and would probably never remember his life beforehand.

It took a month of physical therapy before Dean was able to leave the hospital, Crowley promisingto keep a close eye on him after discharge. During that time, he'd procured a vehicle: A simpleblack, Lincoln Town Car. He had taken Dean to a house that he'd bought a few years before as aplace to get away from the rat race. No demon knew he owned it, which made it the perfect placefor them to hide out.

As the days went by, Dean became stronger and healthier. He continued another month of physicaltherapy before pushing himself almost too hard to get back into physical shape. Sometimes he'drun until he got sick to his stomach or did pushups until he collapsed on the floor of the house.

Crowley had tried to dissuade him from pushing himself the way he had, but Dean would havenone of it. The man lost one pants size while going up three shirt sizes. He also had begun to eatquite a bit of food.

It had been about five months after the accident that Dean had gotten into the best shape of his life,and he had told Crowley he wanted to go into the Marines. Again, Crowley had tried to dissuadethe younger man, but had failed. After two weeks of arguing, he had reluctantly taken Dean to arecruiter, who signed him up. He shipped out two weeks later to basic training where he finishedtop in his class.

After training, Dean had returned home.

Crowley, trying to do right by Dean, had encouraged him to go back to school part time. Instead ofdoing part time though, the man had insisted on full time for both Marine Corps and school. Howthe Marine had survived on four hours a night of sleep unless it was the weekend, he hadn't beenable to fathom.

He relayed how he'd felt about Dean being injured in the line of duty, twice, receiving two purplehearts, and how proud he'd felt when he had graduated near the top of his class from college.

When he was done his tale, both men sat silently, staring down into their glasses of scotch.

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Crowley sipped his own in silence for several minutes before asking a question of his own. “Didyou ever go back to school, Moose? I sent all the applications and paid for everything for you. Itwas the least I could do, considering I had taken Dean from you.”

Sam sighed. “Yeah, I did,” he admitted. “Hilery and I, we moved to Stanford for two years,hunting on the weekends. When Dean's record was erased, so was my criminal record.”

“Why did you lie to me?” Dean asked after several long moments of silence.

“Because, it was the only way I could give you what you'd always wanted.”

Dean got up, putting the untouched glass of scotch on the table, before looking at both men. “I'mgoing to bed. I have to be up in a few hours for work. Sam has my team chasing after vampires andwerewolves later tonight.” He stopped in the entrance to the hallway. “And tell Lori that I'm sorry.I know I hurt her earlier by not believing her.”

“Yeah, I will, Dean,” Sam said, his throat tight. “I uh, I've got Hilery calling Cas and Daniel... theyare a couple of friends of ours. They'll be able to fix you; they're angels.”

Dean nodded, not looking at Sam. “It will be nice to have a past instead of just having people tellme about it, to know who I really am.”

“Yeah,” Sam said, nodding his head. “Hopefully they'll be here before tonight's hunt so you canbring your A game.”

“Good night, Sam, good night Un... Crowley,” Dean said before continuing down the hallway andthen up the stairs.

Sam and Crowley both heard the bedroom door slam before the former demon gave him a dirtylook. “I hope you're happy now, Moose. He was happy until you and your friends dropped thisbombshell on him.”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn't deport your sorry ass back to hell. You built him up aroundall these lies. You should have known he'd find out the truth sooner or later.”

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The door opened and Dean yelled down, “Shut up. I said good night. Now knock it off, before Ikick you both out that damned door!”

Sam walked outside to discover it had begun to snow. The cold was good, it would hide their scentsfrom their prey, he thought, walking back to Gibbs' house. He walked right in to discover his wifehad retired up to their room and Lori was lying on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. Gibbs wasnowhere to be seen.

“How is he?” she asked, giving no hint to how she was feeling.

“A little upset, moodier than you or Hilery when you're experiencing PMS... but I think he'll beokay. He sent a message over to you... he said he was sorry, if it makes you feel any better.”

“I feel fine,” she told him. “I realized a long time ago, no matter how hard I try, I'll never be able tohold him. I'll always be second to someone else.” She paused for a moment, and Sam was aboutready to go upstairs, when she started to speak again. “He has a girlfriend, you know, a pretty,slender, brunette with warm brown eyes. He said her name is Maria.”

Sam stopped and sighed. “I didn't know, he didn't mention her,” he told her.

“He mentioned being a bit of a player, that she's the first woman he'd been true to until tonight.”

He looked down. “He was listening to Jazz while I was over there.”

“I know.”

“Lori, did you or Hil call Daniel and Cas?”

“Hil did. They are driving up from Virginia Beach. They'll be here in a few hours. Cas saidsomething about Daniel was trying to teach him to pick up women again.”

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“She said there was a woman in the background snoring,” Lori replied. “Something about her namewas Maggie.... Did you tell Dean that he's an uncle?”

“I will, later, after the hunt. Did Hilery call to check on Josh?”

“Yeah... I was a little surprised when she told me that the two of you'd had a kid. She said Garth iskeeping a good eye on him.”

Sam nodded. He and Hilery had a two year old son who Garth, ex hunter and current werewolf,kept an eye on whenever they were hunting. He knew the Vampires and Werewolves inWisconsin got along fine, so he wasn't too worried. “I'm going to go get some rest. Wake me whenCas and Daniel get here,” he told her after a large yawn.

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It was about six in the evening when the two angels arrived, knocking on the door, which Gibbsanswered. He had asked them a few questions on their identities, and then let them in. When hewent to go upstairs to wake Hilery and Sam, the two started to speak in Enochian, which wokeLori up on the sofa. She sat up straight and stared at them, shooting them a dirty look. She knew asmidgen of Enochian, and could make out what they were talking about. Apparently, Cas hadgotten a girlfriend over the past few weeks, and she was a shape shifter.

Sam and Hilery walked down the steps, Gibbs following, a few minutes into the conversation. Thetwo hunters were dressed in snow camouflage, as was Gibbs. “It's snowing,” Sam supplied.

Lori nodded, going through her bag. She pulled out a set of snow camouflage pants and shirt beforeheading upstairs to change. The two angels, Lori, Hilery, and Sam then walked next door. Thesnow wasn't deep, only a few inches.

It was Sam who knocked on the door and Crowley who answered it. “Oh bloody hell,” he stated,seeing both Castiel and Daniel. “You had to invite both of them?”

Castiel cocked his head at Crowley, and Daniel chuckled when he laid eyes on him. “So you're theone with the anonymous prayers that I've been receiving.”

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“Go to hell, Daniel,” Crowley snapped, walking into the living room. The ex-demon was drunk,judging by the half empty bottle of scotch that Sam spotted.

“I've been to hell more times than you have, Crowley,” Daniel replied, smirking. “How's it feelbeing human again?”

“I bloody hate it. All these damned feelings are going to be the death of me, and having to deal withhuman needs... I severely bloody hate it.”

“I agree. I disliked it when I was human as well.”

“When the bloody hell were you human?”

“Okay,” Hilery said, breaking up the fight before it could start. “Would someone please go upstairsand get Dean?”

Before anyone could volunteer, they heard his bedroom door open and then close, before he washeard on the stairs.

They all got an eyeful of Dean's physique when he appeared in the hallway, shirtless, withcamouflage hunting gear both on his body and in his hand. Hilery and Sam both winced at all thescars. Sam had been warned, but it didn't make it any easier to take in. “Are you guys ready or...?”he stopped seeing the two angels in the room and frowned. “Who the hell are those two?”

“Bloody pains in the asses, that's who,” Crowley replied from the living room. Dean walked pastthem all and grabbed the scotch from the table. “What are you doing with my scotch?”

“You've had enough,” Dean stated flatly. “You're drunk.” He went in the kitchen for a moment toput the alcohol away before returning to the living room where everyone had gathered.

“Dean,” Sam said, still standing. Hilery and Lori had taken a seat on the sofa while he and the twoangels still stood. “These are Castiel and Daniel. Cas and you go way back. He pulled you out ofhell when you were there for selling your soul to save me.”

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“Sorry, Sammy, but I really don't remember.”

The two angels began to argue in Enochian for a moment, which made Crowley raise his eyebrows.“Oh so you two were responsible for that little mishap that rendered us both human,” Crowleystated, staring at them both with interest. They both looked at him, eyebrows raised as it dawnedon them that he was human as well. “Yes, I got a dose of that spell too.”

Daniel said something to him in Enochian which had the ex King of Hell giving him a dirty look.“Well, Daniel, you should have thought of that before curing him while I was with him.”

Castiel seemed happy, but the guardian of hell seemed a little put out. He said a few more things tothe younger angel before looking at Dean and studying him.

“You know you two, Dean and I are the only two who can't understand any of this, right?” Samasked.

The two angels seemed to consider this before Daniel cursed under his breath. “You're the one whoneeded the spell cast to save your sorry behind. It was your grace that was repaired when you curedDean and Crowley. You should be the one to fix him.”

“What were those two talking about,” Dean asked, with an eyebrow raised.

“Daniel wishes to turn Crowley back into a demon, but I have told him not to,” Castiel replied.

“It's too hard to find a good demon to rule Hell these days,” the older angel mused. “Since you twodisappeared, I've gone through a new king every three months.”

“Well, I for one couldn't care less,” Crowley replied. “I mean, sure, at first I considered selling mybloody soul again to become a demon and rise through the ranks again, but I've become quitecomfortable as a human.”

“And what happens when your former followers find out you've turned into a human?”

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Crowley made a face. “Point taken, Daniel, point taken. Okay, how about this, I'll make a dealwith you,” he said. He was quite amused by all of this even if he kept shooting them dirty looks.“I'll let you turn me into a bloody demon again, but, Dean gets the option to continue living as hehas. He gets to choose between being a hunter and an NCIS agent. He also gets to choose whetherhe continues to remember everything, or have an alternate life instilled into his memory beforeyour little hunt.”

Daniel considered this for a few moments before nodding. “It seems to be a reasonable deal.” Hewas considering how he could make the deal backfire on him.

Crowley nodded and then the two of them shook hands. When they were done, there was a brightlight, the room jumped several degrees, and then was filled with smoke before it cleared. Crowley'seyes were red again, and then he blinked. After he'd blinked, they went back to normal. “Bloodyhell,” Crowley complained after a moment. “You turned me back into a demon, but you left thosepesky emotions.”

“I left them for Dean's sake,” Daniel commented.

“Are you ready, Dean?”

The NCIS Special Agent looked at him and studied him for a moment. “You're not going to turnme into one of those damned things, are you?”

“No. I quite like you as a human,” Cas replied.

“Okay, I guess I'm ready.”

“You have no reason to be nervous.” The angel cocked his head at him for a moment beforetouching his forehead.

Lori, Sam, and Hilery watched as Dean was enveloped in a bright light for a second, which quicklydissipated.

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shit,” he mumbled, running a hand down his face.

“Are you okay, Dean?”

“Yeah, Cas, I'm fine, just... lot to absorb, buddy,” he replied breathlessly. “Maria tried to warn meof this, I mean, damn.” He paused for a moment, taking a few deep breaths. “Does anyone havesome whiskey?”

“Sorry, Dean,” Sam said, a smirk on his face. “No drinking before a hunt. We can all go out andcelebrate with your NCIS team after the hunt if you'd like.”

“Bitch.”

“Jerk,” Sam replied. He was tempted to give his brother a hug, but didn't.

Dean was smiling as well. “It's good to see you, Sammy.”

“Yeah, I'm sorry about giving you a hard time about being brothers.”

“You better be,” came the reply. “And I sincerely hope it's out of your system.”

“Thinking you'd died twice over the past five years? Yes I think it's out of my system.”

“Did the angels ever fix their wings?”

“Daniel and Cas fixed theirs, but overall, no. It was a leftover from them curing you, but they'vebeen using Hilery's car to get around because everyone upstairs is jealous.”

Dean had a lot of questions, but decided he'd ask them at another time. Instead, he asked onequestion, a smirk on this face. “You guys ready to have some fun?”

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woods of Rock Creek Park in the nighttime silence. Ziva was there too, having been requested toassist. Daniel and Crowley had taken off to hell to try to salvage the demon's standing in thehierarchy.

When they got to the crime scene from earlier that day, they activated their com links that TeamGibbs had gotten out of the supply garage at NCIS.

“Okay, here's the plan,” Dean said, shining a flashlight on the map. “We're going to break off inteams from here. Gibbs, you're with Lori, Sam, you and McGee. Cas, you're with Tony. Ziva,you're with Hilery,”

“Who are you with, Dean,” Sam asked out of concern.

“I'm fresh from the Marine Corps.”

“Dean, do not become over confident,” Castiel warned him.

“Fine, I'll go with Tony, you go on your own Cas.”

The angel nodded. That sounded much better.

“Does everyone have the clips from my car?”

Everyone nodded, slipping them into their guns before holstering them.

“Everyone have their machetes or tranquilizer guns full of Dead Man's Blood?”

“Yeah, Dean, you know we do,” Sam said, rolling his eyes.

“Sorry,” he relied, smirking. “It's just been a while, and we don't usually work with such a largegroup.”

Gibbs head slapped him. “Don't apologize; it's a sign of weakness.”

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“Okay, Gibbs, McGee, you two are up,” he said, still holding the map.

“Abbs, you ready?” Gibbs asked into his com link.

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