#crossfiction

Seventh, eighth, ninth and tenth time you didn’t even bother to look at the phone. You knew that even with all your skills and all your tricks and all your training you won’t be able to fool Dean this time. I’m on my way you typed shortly. You order a cab driver to take you to Skyfall club and you let yourself relax for a moment.

To your surprise you were not over-analyzing the last few hours like you tend to do. You were just sitting there in the back seat of the New York cab, calm, numb even. Streets were passing by, city lights were putting you in some kind of trance and all you could do is to trace with your eyes small raindrops running on the windows of the cab.

I can neither confirm nor deny detail of this operation without the Secretary approval the sentence was echoing loudly in your head, sentence which you were sure you will never hear again. God knows how many times you said it yourself and it surprised you how oddly natural was to say it again. The felling of the words on your lips was like a taste of candy from your childhood, sweet and sour, comforting and upsetting at the same time. Like some part of you was longing to that time of your past. You closed your eyes and you could feel another flashback coming your way. You could see Ethan’s hazel eyes and you could smell Code in the air like he was standing right in front of you. You gathered all your will to block it, you couldn’t bare another vision at the moment, there was no need for another visit in the past now when all you needed was to stay cool and composed. You were tired of these glimpses of memories, of Vienna, of London, of a motorcycle ride, of the feeling of blood on your hands, of a taste of the bourbon on your lips. You remembered all of it way too well, you didn’t need to feel it, to smell, to taste, to see it like you were there. Because that is what it always was. Every vision, every glimpse of a memory was like a short visit in a past accompanied by all the feelings, all the smells, all the emotions that you felt at that moment. You couldn’t allow yourself to be thrown off balance now when you were so close to your destination.

“Miss Y/L/N we’re here.” You heard like from far away. You thanked a driver, you got out of the cab, and you head back straight to the alley behind the building not even noticing that driver new your last name. You had a role to play in the scene which was coming next. Even if you knew that there was no hunting and there was no case only a bodies that most likely he left behind you had to be convincing. Now, you had to be a hunter.

***

“Where have you been!!?” Dean run up to you, anger and wariness mixed in his eyes “You forgot how to use your phone?!” he gave you a questioning look.

“I’m sorry Dean, I meet a friend which I haven’t seen for ages!” that was only a half-lie “you know us girls, we started talking about old times, I completely lost track of time.”  

“And a sense of reality apparently. I called you like ten times!” anger was spiking in his green eyes, he wasn’t buying it.  

“I know I know hun,” you decreased distance between him and you and placed both hands on his chest “don’t be mad on me” you smiled charmingly “c’mon…there is no point of arguing over such a silly things” you smiled again and kissed him slowly letting the pressure come off from his muscles to his hands and lips. He didn’t need any more encouragement, he placed one hand on your back and another on your cheek and returned the kiss prolonging it a bit.

“I was just worried about you” he said with his lips still on yours.

“I know” you whispered through the kiss. After all these years he was still making you week in your knees. “We should go inside and caught up with Sam” your lips were moving over his.

“Mhmm…you’re absolutely right” he said without breaking a kiss which with every second was becoming more and more passionate.

“Dean..”

“I know I know”  

“Dean, stop!” you finally broke the kiss and laughed brightly “we got work to do remember?” you grabbed his hand and started dragging him into the building.

“Well I know better ways of spending a rainy night in New York city” he smirked.

“I can imagine” you smiled fondly on bare thought of some alone time with Dean “But sorry hun, work first, pleasures later” you said and open back door which was already cracked by Sam.  

***

The inside of the club felt strange all quiet and dark with only you three inside. Place which was usually crowded with people and pulsing with lights and music felt oddly hunted. You spotted Sam in the corner of the main room swiping place with EMF meter right where he left his glass just a few hours ago. You felt the wave of tension coming in and the fact that you were surrounded by shadows and dark corners didn’t help to ease it. “Are you there? Are you watching me?” you started looking around, scouting shadows around you.

“There is nothing there” you heard Sam’s voice “I’ve checked that part already. What took you so long?”  

“Apparently Y/N decided suddenly to be a typical woman and she lost track of time while catching up with an old friend” Dean replied with sarcasm.  

“You guys, I know that maybe sometimes it does not look like it, but I still am a woman and sometimes I need a girlfriend to gossip with” you snapped back.  

“Gossip you say…?” Dean was on the opposite side of the room, but you could hear sass in his voice “about what?”

“You of course! What else?! Women only talk about boys, clothes and makeup isn’t that right?”

“There is nothing here!” Sam interrupted with frustration ignoring your exchange like he always did “Absolutely nothing!”  

“We should check again, maybe we’re missing something” you proposed.

“Honestly, I don’t see a point. While you two were making out outside I swiped place twice already. You know what I’ve found? Jack. There is absolutely nothing here, except small emf spikes caused by power lines. There is nothing in the newspapers, nothing in the history of the area and building was build six months ago. I don’t know you guys, it seems to me that maybe we were wrong” he seemed disappointed.  

“What about the witness?” Dean reached behind the counter and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and three glasses “this is our last lead which we didn’t check” he poured three drinks and handed them over to you and Sam.

“Seriously Dean?” Sam gave his brother a judging look and refused a glass.

“What?! It’s not like someone will notice!”  

“The girl who supposedly saw everything is our last lead” Sam continued “But I’m starting to think that maybe we just wanted to see a case where there was none, to begin with”

“Everything is pointing to the fact that indeed nothing had happened here” you took a sip of an amber liquid hoping to ease a tension rising inside of you. You couldn’t see anything suspicious but the feeling of cold spikes on your back was enough to make you feel nervous. Shadow had eyes and they were tracking your every move, every gesture, every word. Shadow was closing around you and you could feel his presence near. “Let’s check office upstairs” you suggested forcing yourself to stay in character.  

“I already did that” Sam replied “Like I said, it took you a long time to get here” he added seeing your surprised face “but feel free to give it another look”  

You downed the last sip of whiskey and run upstairs. In any other situation you would feel bad about the fact that Sam did most of the work just because you decided to fool around with Dean. In any other situation it most likely wouldn’t happen but you needed to take Dean’s mind of the fact that you’ve been gone all day. You needed to distract him. In any other situation if that would happen you would apologize to Sam but, it wasn’t any other situation. With a cold bump in your stomach, tighten throat and blood pulsing in your temples you closed the office door behind you. You had no intention of checking for any clues you just needed to be alone for a moment. Dark office room felt comforting, at that moment it was exactly what you needed. “He’s here…” you were almost sure. However, there was still doubt in you. For what is worth you made an agreement a long time ago and at that time it seemed the best decision you could take. You suppressed another wave of flashbacks “If he is really here what is he waiting for? Maybe I’m just imagining things. Why would he be here? That does not make any sense” you took two deep breaths trying to convince yourself and calm down a bit. You were walking on thin ice. You knew very well that you can fool Dean only for a short period of time. He knows you too well, he will figure out that something is wrong.

“Anything?” office door rapidly opened and you saw Dean who looked like he already had at least three drinks “well well, this is the cozy spot” he smiled adorably and looked at you with a shiny eyes “so where were we?” he smirked and pulled you closer to him.  

“We should go” cold spikes on your back returned but you kept flirty smile “we don’t want to make Sammy angrier than he already is” you kissed him shortly to his disappointment, grabbed his hand and let him down to the main room.  

You did one last swipe through the place, hid the glasses that you used and made sure that everything is in order before you secured the door behind you.  

“You guys go ahead bring car, I’ll wait” you said stopping in mid-walk.  

“It’s a middle of the night and it’s freezing” Dean looked at you suspiciously.  

“I want to grab a smoke. Or maybe suddenly you don’t mind me smoking in the car” you smirked.  

The only reply you got was Dean frowned faced as he ordered you to wait. You ignored it completely, a long time ago you decided to stop giving a crap and you made the decision that you going to stop smoking if he stops drinking. You both knew it will never going to happen so all you could do was to frown at each other and move on.  

You lid up a cigarette and took deep long inhale realizing how desperately you needed it over the last few hours. Bad dreams were nothing comparing to constant flashbacks and ghosts of your past materializing in front of you. “Ethan…” the last person you thought you will ever see again. You had to be honest with yourself, the way you parted ways the last time you’ve worked together assured you that if you ever cross paths with him again it won’t end well for you. Back then you had your reason which definitely justified your actions, at least in your mind. Of course, there was no way that he knew them, you made sure of that, which begged a question: was he your friend, or enemy? He surely didn’t act like an enemy.   You took another deep draw of your cigarette and hang in your thoughts for a moment on those hazel eyes and snarky smile, there was something dangerously frantic about them. You knew it won’t be long before Ethan will reappear again which meant that next move had to be yours. Because knowing him everything could happen. For all is worth you might even receive a mysterious, self-destructing message in a day or two and that would be very inconvenient.  

You watched Sam and Dean’s silhouette disappear around a corner, and you smiled lightly proud that you managed to play a part perfectly and that they are not suspecting anything. At least you were hoping to. It was important right now, to keep everything hidden from them. It was important to get them away from New York as soon as possible, away from you. You knew deep down that even if now everything was relatively calm the storm was coming and when it comes you definitely don’t want them around. That was the best option, for their own good, for their own safety. Because how could you explain to them all off it? How could you look into Dean’s eyes and tell him that yes, you lied to him for years? What’s more, they were important, they still had a job to do, people to save, and storm like any other force of nature, it can be unpredictable, you never know who might get lost or hurt or killed by deadly lighting.

You lid up the second cigarette, thick smoke was soothing your nerves relaxing your muscles with every inhale you were feeling calmer, spikes you felt couple minutes ago all but disappeared and you started doubting again if what you felt was real or maybe you were becoming paranoid. You looked around you, hoping that some movement in the shadow will clear the doubts but everything was quiet, still. “Calm before the storm” you thought to yourself with a small pinch in the heart.

That feeling you had in there, like someone was constantly tracking your movement, like someone’s eyes were pinpointed on you, that constant cold touch on your back, like he was there watching you from the shadows. “Where are you?”

Your eyes widened suddenly, and all your muscles tensed up again. Cold spikes return to your back and they were more intense than before. It felt like the blood in your veins froze up and your heart slowed down and skipped a bit or two. You wanted to turn around, but you didn’t have to, he was here…Sauvage … it was everywhere. More intense than ever before. It was enfolding all around you closing you in, seducing, intoxicating, luring. You closed your eyes, your hand frozen in the mid-way to your lips. Coldness got stronger and you knew that Shadow behind you was no longer a shadow, it had a face, deep-dark brown eyes, black hair and a name….

“John….” You whispered with your eyes still closed. You felt a feather-like touch on your arm almost undetectable over the clothes. Shivers went through your whole body and you leaned back just a little bit just to feel his chest beneath your shoulder. “John…. I knew you were here,” you said with a barely audible voice.  

“You are in danger….” You heard his voice right next to your ear, deep, dark, thrilling making your heart stop for a moment. He moved your hair away from your neck and gently glossed over your bare skin which made your body shiver once more. “Ditch the tail. I’ll see you at Continental.”  

“John….” You whispered again leaning closer.

“You shouldn’t come back….”

***  

Calming waves were hitting the side of the boat when you took the one last look on the sun on the horizon. You couldn’t recall the last time when you felt so good, so peaceful, like all the problems and all the sorrows disappear completely. You wrapped shawl tighter and let the warm breeze gently touch your face and mess with your hair. You closed your eyes, relaxed you smiled at the felling of arms wrapping around you. You leaned back a bit and placed your head underneath his chin. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to, he only pulled you closer to him and smiled to himself. It felt good. You stood there together you with your eyes closed synchronizing your breath with his, he with a gentle look in his eyes and this feeling inside of him, like he was holding the world in his arm.

“You know what John?” you whispered with your eyes still closed.

“Hmm?”

“Sometimes life is good”

“Yes, it is” he said and with a soft kiss on your lips made sure that you will never forget that day.

***

“Can’t sleep?” Sam asked placing himself right next to you on the bench. You were sitting outside of the hotel, with steaming coffee cup in one hand and cigarette in the other. His question yanked you brutally from your memories. And reality wasn’t that pleasant especially cold morning sun which was hurting your eyes.  

“What, the smell of my cigarette is so strong that it got to your room and woke you?” you attempted a sarcasm.  

“I was planning to go jogging before you two wake up but seem that my plans had changed” he smiled lightly.

“Sammy, I don’t want to stand in between you and a healthy lifestyle! At least one of us needs to lead with an example.”

“What’s up with you lately?” he asked ignoring your sarcasm. Ignoring bullshit and pursuing as he planned it seemed like he mastered that skill to perfection.

“What do you mean?” you attempted the innocent smile, but you knew it was a poor attempt of mind games from your side, you were too tired.  

“Ever since we arrived in New York you seem to be on edge, all the time. And if you aren’t on edge you zone out. Apparently, you can’t sleep to” he pointed at you with his opened hand “and you smoking like a chimney.”  

Your only response was a snarky smile and rolled eyes which you used for covering the irritation raising inside you. You were so focused on Dean, on making sure that he won’t suspect anything that you almost forgot that Sam was observing everything from a distance, and he wasn’t so easy to fool. Especially since you could not use the power of flirt and charm on him.  

“Don’t give me that look, you know I know this look. And I know this state,” he continued “I’ve seen it way too many times on Dean. Same snarky smile, rolled eyes and cool pose. The only difference is that you’re not reaching for a beer at 7am. Something is eating you up” he stated with confidence.  

“I’m alright, really,” you interrupted his little tirade “you have nothing to worry about”

“Mhm…. I’ve seen this face before. Remember when we first met? You gave me exactly the same look when I’ve asked you if someone was chasing you. Exactly the same.”  

“Sam, I appreciate you caring and all but really you have nothing to worry about. It’s just this city, it brings back memories. That’s all” you tried your best to sound convincing but with a corner of your eyes you could see clearly that he wasn’t buying it.  

“You never told us anything about New York” he pointed out.

“There is nothing to talk about. It was a long time ago. In a different life.”  

“Yet you still have friend here” his words rose a red flag in your head “I’m sorry for saying this but I ain’t buyin’ your little story about you spending your whole day with an old friend” you looked at him sharply perfectly aware of an angry look in your eyes “Dean maybe does, or he chooses to, but I don’t. So maybe you would like to tell me what is going on? And before you start with another ‘I don’t know what you mean’ believe me when I say it I know, I get it. Sometimes you just don’t feel like telling him something and I get it. God knows how many times I made some decisions and I decided not to tell him, or I did something behind his back. Because at that moment, in that situation that seemed to be the best decision that I could have made. And you know what? Every time it turned out to be a huge mistake. And I’m pretty sure if he would be here now, he would tell you exactly the same thing, because he also been there, he also went behind my back and consequences of these decisions were let’s say, pretty bad. So, whatever you doing I’m sure you have good reasons, but maybe if you don’t want to tell him, you could tell me.”  

Uncomfortable silence fell between you two. You knew that there was truth in his words, and wisdom earned from experience, but you couldn’t tell him. You didn’t want to tell him. Even if you wanted to, what would you say? “Well within the last 72 hours I met my ex colleague/co-worker/it’s complicated government secret agent/spy and my ex-fiancé hitman/assassin and I have a bad feeling that some insanely bad shit is about to go down. So I’m kinda fucked and I don’t want to drag you two down with me because I love you, you my family and I wouldn’t forgive myself If anything would happen to you.” yeah, that doesn’t sound right. You took a quick puff of your cigarette reminding yourself quickly that the next move must be yours.  

“Let’s pack our bags and leave” you said strongly “There is no case here anyway. Let’s go to Roadhouse. It will be good for all of us. We haven’t seen Ellen, Jo and Ash for such a long time”

“You want us to drop the case?” Sam looked at you suspiciously.

“Sam, there is no case” you looked him in the eyes trying to suggest him without saying that you know what you talking about “We’re here for four days and what did we found out? Nothing, zero, zilch, nada! We can get ready before Dean wakes up, and hit the road right after breakfast”  

“First you were so eager to take this case and now you suddenly want to leave? Y/N what is going on?! Tell me!”

“Sam…” you sat down next to him “I need you to trust me. Can you do this?” that sounded more like a desperate plea than a question “I know I’m not making a lot of sense, but I need you to trust me.”  

***

“I’ll pack the car and you wake up the sleeping beauty” he replied, “We’re leaving in an hour”.    

***

Next day

You arrived at Roadhouse in the late evening of the next day. Somehow you managed to convince Dean that there is no point in staying in New York for any longer and that indeed there was no case. True, you helped yourself with a small lie about possible vamp nest near Tulsa but after some further reflection you came to the conclusion that it was not needed. The idea of visiting the Roadhouse was convincing enough.

Upon arrival Ellen and Jo greeted you with smiley faces, warm hugs and cold beer. It’s been a while since the last time you visited them, you didn’t even realize how much you missed each other. It took you only a few minutes to start talking about interesting hunts, types of monsters you encountered, in which moments lore had failed you and how you solved it, or how many times the monster turned out to be a psycho without a leash. You were laughing, smiling, drinking cold beer, the jukebox was playing Here I go again by Whitesnake, it was a good time.  

“So vamps in Tulsa, tell us more” Dean suddenly jumped on the subject after finishing another beer “We’re coming back from a Rotten Apple without ghost trophy so we gonna take anything. I’m sure Y/N will not say no to some good old decapitation” he smirked to you. You smiled back but with a corner of your eyes you noticed Ellen’s face dangerously shifting from happy to furious.  

“Ash will fill you in with detail” she said shortly “Y/N come help me on the back, I have a barrel of great beer stored for special occasions.  

“Woah, Ellen I can do it” Dean stood up ready to help.

“You my guest at my bar so behave like one.” She scolded him. There was some power in her presence, power of authority, the kind of you are not arguing with “Y/N come, I need to talk to you.”  

You wanted to run, you wanted to run like hell. She reminded you of your mother, and by looking at age difference she could be your mother. You knew very well what was coming up next and you were not ready for this. Suddenly you felt like a teenager again, anxious, ready to rebel, ready to fight with your mom even if you knew that she was right. She closed the door to the basement behind you and turned to you with her arms folded on her chest and furious look in her eyes.

“Ellen…listen…” you stared but she was not up to listening to your explanation.  

“No, you listen and listen to me well!” she interrupted “I don’t know what you got yourself into and frankly I don’t want to know! No, don’t tell me anything! I don’t want to have visitors in black suits at my doorstep tomorrow. You do you, I know I cannot stop you anyway. You are a grown woman and a skilled one too. But dragging those boys with you into this mess! No, that won’t happen! How could you even! First you lying to them for years and asking me to cover for you and now this!? I’ve got up to here of these secrets and I curse the day when Ash found out about your ‘other activities’. You were assuring me that this is a past, long gone. You were looking me straight into eyes and assuring me, saying that I can trust you. And now what?! Now you want to drag Sam and Dean with you into all of this?!! Now you…”

“No, Ellen stop!!” you interrupted. As much as you understood her anger and where was it coming from you were not a sheepish type and standing and listening wrongful slam was not your style “I’m not dragging them with me!!” she looked at you surprised “This is why I persuade them to come here in a first place!”  

“This better be good”  

“I need to come back, I need to disappear…” you started but upon seeing Ellen disapproval you decided to stop playing nice “You don’t get it so don’t you dare give me that look!! What Ash found is just the tip of the iceberg. Just a small small tip. And I don’t have any intention of explaining you everything else. Not because I don’t trust you, because I do, but because you’re my family and I don’t want to put you, Jo or anyone else in danger. I know you are skilled hunters, damn one of the best in the world but it does not change anything. This is simply above your paygrade. Yours, Jo’s, or Sam’s and Dean’s combined together. And it’s not because they are not skilled enough, or they are not good enough no it’s not that. You, them, you are hunters! You hunt monsters! You are not killers.”  

“And you are?” she interrupted.  

“My point is…” you continued ignoring her question in Sam’s style “I’m not dragging them with me. I’m asking you to delay them after my disappearance. And keep my secret to yourself. I know they will go after me. Or at least Dean will, there is no doubt in that. But I can disappear and even with his skills he will have a hard time picking up my trail. So am asking you, to delay him as long as possible and to never ever under any circumstances show him this file that Ash has on me. For his own good, for his own safety”  

“What about you?” there was a care in her eyes, wariness which made your heart melt a little bit.

“I’ll be fine. I don’t have the same principals as they do. I know how to take care of myself” you replied with a cold voice. “I need to borrow your car. It will be returned to you, don’t ask how and by whom”  

“You are leaving now?”

“Yes. I’m on the clock here, time is running out and sooner I will be away from y’all than better”  

Out of nowhere she reached out to you and pulled you in the strong hug. You could feel that she was shaking a bit, like a mom who didn’t want to let her child go. She held you for a couple of moments until you pulled yourself away.  

“Ellen, I need to go”  

“I hope is not a goodbye”  

“I don’t know” you replied shortly “I don’t know….”  

***

You took one last look at the flickering lights of the Roadhouse. You could hear the Deans laugh, you could see Sam silhouette leaning over the bar and talking to Jo, you could hear Hot Blooded by Foreigner in the speakers, they all had a wonderful time.  

In a couple of minutes Ellen will join them and she will destroy this party by selling them some lie about your disappearance. Dean will get pissed in a matter of seconds, Sam will get worried but he will do his best to stay calm. They will start asking questions, they will try to call you. But your phone will be dead. How long it will take them to realize that you are nowhere to be found? An hour? Maybe two? It doesn’t matter. By that time you will be long gone.  

You turned on an engine of old Dodge pickup and you turned around one more time. “If you only knew how much I love you D. “ you felt a pinch in your heart while a single tear fell down your cheek. You heisted for a short moment but just when you were about to turn off an engine deep, dark voice sounded in your head You are in danger…

You took a deep breath, threw in a gear and disappeared into the night.

You inhale thick smoke one last time and you went back to a bunker. Smell of coffee hit your nose and you smiled to yourself hearing Gimmie Shelter by The Rolling Stones playing in the kitchen. You entered a kitchen and saw three steaming cups of coffee on the table, two black and one white, just as you liked it. Sam was sitting in front of his laptop going through morning news as he did every day. Dean on the other hand was behind stove waiving plastic spatula to the beats of music and humming words of the song under his nose.

“Rise and shine Y/N!” he smiled to you “bacon and eggs what you think?”

“Nah thank you I had a breakfast already” you smiled sarcastically sitting down opposite to Sam.

“Yeah… I can smell your breakfast up here” Dean frowned “I thought we’re passed this subject”

“Oh gimmie some brake Dean!”

“I’m just saying smoking ain’t good for ya sweetheart”

“Yeah yeah…and your greasy bacon is?” you snapped back “Dean I don’t have a strength to argue with you before my morning coffee”

“How about some smoothie?” Sam asked lifting his head from a screen of his laptop.

“That sounds more like it. Thank you Sammy” you agreed with a smile

“Oh so that’s how it is?!” Dean teased “smoothie over bacon and eggs?! What’s wrong with you people? Smoothie for god sake…”

“I prefer something energizing and easy to swallow at the morning. You know that hun” you replied with a slightly apologetic voice “I appreciate a gesture but I’m really not feeling like eating anytime soon” you added.

“That bad huh?” Sam asked placing a banana-strawberry smoothie in front of you “Dean mentioned that you had a rough night” he added seeing your puzzled face.

“Yeah, but not that bad as he described it. I had worse”

“You looked pretty freaked out” Dean said sitting to your right with a plate full of eggs, bacon and crispy toasts on a side.

“Like I said…”you said changing your voice slightly to emphasize your words “I had worse. Can we change subject? Sam, you found something good?”

“Yes actually. I believe I found us a case” Sam replied looking back at the screen of his computer.

“Great!!” you almost clapped your hands with excitement. You were feeling very much like hunting today “what is it? Ghost, demons, werewolves, shape shifters, vampires? Please say vampires” you added with a childish voice.

“Someone is eager to hunt…” Dean noticed.

“What?! Don’t blame a girl for need to hunt things and save folks” you replied with most innocent smile that you could master in this moment.

“Mhm…”Dean hummed “more like to put a bullet or ten in some monster head” he pointed out sarcastically.

“I don’t know yet to be honest” Sam continued ignoring your little exchange with Dean “Twelve bodies dropped dead”

“Where?” Dean asked chewing on his bacon.

“New York” Sam replied “One witness reported over dozen of dead bodies in one of the fancy clubs in Manhattan. All brutally murdered, at least 3 bullets per body”.

“That doesn’t sound like us. It’s more Gangs of New York than Ghostbusters” Dean mumbled through eggs.

“Maybe. But there is more to the story” Sam scrolled a bit through the article “Witness is 25 years old Karen Davis, collage student. She stated that over the course of about 5 minutes she heard multiple gun shots and saw bodies dropping on the floor. She run outside along with other people. She called police and when cops showed up she went back to club with a company of three officers. And this is where it’s getting interesting. All bodies were gone. No trace of a gun shots, blood, bodies or anything. Like nothing ever happened”

“So what cops are saying?” Your interest definitely peeked.    

“Nothing. Mass hysteria caused by a prank. No bodies, no case” Sam replied.

“Worth checking out” you stated “maybe it’s a hunting. It’s a New York. Lots of people could die in there. We’ve seen that before. Ghost trapped into loop reliving their own death”

“Alright looks like we do have case” Dean drank what left of his coffee and stoop up “You kids go grab a gear and pack our stuff and I’m going to check on baby. It’s a day ride to New York”

“Fancy club in New York…” you sighed “That means suits, heels and ties”

“That’s right baby! It is time for tight skirt and heels!” Dean smirked at you and left to garage.

***

Two days later you stood in front of NYPD 14th precinct in Manhattan New York. It wasn’t your typical hunting area. Rarely were you hunting in the big cities like New York, frankly you could remember one or two cases which you took in big cities. All of it due to the fact that it was definitely tougher to do your job here than in small cities. People were tougher to crack, harder to talk with and they usually pretended that they see nothing even if they undoubtedly saw something. And police…police was whole different story all together. Let’s just say that it was easier to fool small town cop then big city cop. But couple last weeks were quiet and frankly you all started to actively search for a job. You especially were bored out of your mind and annoyed with your daily routine. Because what hunter can do when there is nothing to hunt? Argue with Dean over socks he left again next to the bed in your shared bedroom. Or his boxers he left on the floor in the bathroom. Or how messy bathroom sink looked like every time after you finished your make up. Or the fact that he wants to watch Aliens six time over last two weeks. Or about how much he drinks, or how much you smoke. Or how much Sam is annoyed by both of you. Or the fact that you forgot a pie…again.

It was about time for a hunt because you all were starting getting on each other nerves.

“Alright, time for a show” you thought to yourself looking at your reflection in the Impala windshield.

“You look absolutely amazing” Dean complemented sizing you from head to toe.

“Well thank you mister” you smiled with a charm. You knew very well how good you look. You did your absolute best today. When putting your outfit today you decided to look professional but sexy and dangerous at the same time. You decided to wear black leather-ish fitted pants with high waits, black sleeveless satin blouse unbuttoned just enough to cause a distraction to any cop that you will talk to today. You left your heels home, only woman knows how hard it is to run in heels, and you bet on your trusty suede booties which looked like they were one with a leather pants. On top you put your favorite brown leather jacket which was always useful, especially for hiding gun on your lower back. Hair you put into tight, sleek high pony tail.

“Still got it” you thought to yourself satisfied of the look that you managed to put together. It was New York, and you had to be honest with yourself, you and New York had a history together. As much as you wanted to suppress memories creeping out in every corner you couldn’t. There was something odd about being back in Big Apple. Something strangely comforting and familiar yet oddly unnerving at the same time. Something was off and deep down you felt that clearly.

Dean stood right next to you and fixed his tie just to teas the fact that you were checking yourself out in the windshield.

“Well how do I look?” he winked at you.

“Dangerous… if you get any lucky maybe some foolish girls will end up in your bed today” you winked back at him and walked towards the precinct.

“If you get any lucky maybe you will score today too. With this ass it won’t be hard” he teased quietly but loud enough so you could hear him.

“Hush! Behave yourself” you scolded him with a smile “Be professional, we got work to do”

“Yes mam!” with that Dean approach the counter “Agent Page and Tylor FBI” he introduced himself and you flashing badge in front of the officer.

“We’re here about shootout in the Skyfall club” you followed flashing your badge and slightly hovering over the counter. You didn’t even have to think about what you do or what you say, it was routine already for Dean and you. You did that together way too many times.

“Follow me agents.” Police officer replied shortly with a slightly shaky voice and he led you to the commissioner office.

“Like taking candy from a baby” you thought to yourself satisfied that everything was going smooth like usual. Until it didn’t…

….

It was only split of second, you weren’t even truly sure if you really saw what you thought you saw. Or more like who you thought you saw. Maybe it was a wave of brown hair, or way he walked, or the smell of leather, fresh air and Code by Armani which followed him. All of that was more than enough to lose your cool for a moment. You slowed down loosing your rhythm with Dean and your eyes followed the smell and the felling.

….

“Was that…” you thought to yourself.

……

“Agent Tylor?” Dean voice brought you back to reality “Everything alright?” he was looking at you disoriented.

….

“Yeah…” you said with barely audible voice “Yes agent Page, everything alright. It was just a hunch. Though I saw something” you added out loud catching up to him. “Shall we?” you added and you entered commissioner office not waiting for Dean.

Office was dark, full of boxes, office containers, coffee cups and papers lying all over. Cigarette smoke was floating in the air clearly visible in dimmed light which immediately caused irritation in Dean. Commissioner was old school cop who surely seen too much in his long years of duty.

“Commissioner Loeb” he introduced himself not lifting his eyes from the document he was trying to read “Agents…?”

“Tylor and Page” you introduced yourself and Dean “We would like to talk to you about…”

“Yeah Skyfall club shootout. I heard” he cut you off with his eyes still focused on the document “Nothing to talk about here. There is no case. There never was one to begin with”

“We will decide if there is a case or if there is none” Dean spoke up with cold gruff voice “We would like to see case files” he added.

“Of course you would like to see case files” still looking at the document “But let me ask you this one agent” he emphasized last word “Why FBI is suddenly interested in none existing case involving shootout which never happened?”

“Well commissioner” you spoke up “it is none of your business I believe. And correct if I’m wrong but I believe we are the one here who are asking a questions. Your job is to politely answer them and help us do our job” you added with a smooth voice at you sat down on the opposite side of the desk. “You don’t mind?” you asked rhetorically reaching for a cigarettes in your pocket and lighter on his desk. That move definitely caught his attention, exactly as you hoped it would.

He finally looked up from the document which he was so stubbornly reading just in time to see your cleavage exposed while you were hovering over his desk.

“I definitely don’t” he said firmly not even trying to hide his interest in your breasts. You could swear that you heard Deans jaw clench while he took two small steps to stand right behind you.

“Stupid rules don’t you agree?” you said lighting up your cigarette “No smoking indoors. I wish I could find an asshole who came up with this rule and show him what I think about it”

“I completely agree with you agent Tylor” commissioner replied. You knew you had him on a hook. Just like you planned.

“Call me Y/N” you replied looking him directly into eyes “So about this non existing case involving shootout which never happened” you continued “Files? I’m sure you have a report somewhere here”

“Of course, of course” commissioner started going through pile of folders stacked on the side of his desk “Got it! Here you go agent Tylor” he handed you over a folder with a smile that immediately created in you need to punch him in the face.

“Thank you commissioner” you smiled charmingly and passed folder to Dean without even looking at it. You played your part, you got a files.

“See…that wasn’t so hard wasn’t it?” Dean uttered with a snarky voice taking a files from you. He quickly went through the pages “That’s it?”

“Well that’s all we could gather” commissioner defended himself “Like I said there is no case.”

“Let me make this straight. You did get 911 call from a panicked girl who reported that she heard multiple gunshots and she saw at least dozen of bodies dropping on the ground and you didn’t even bother to take an official statement from her?” Dean summarized.

“You forgetting agent that after my guys arrived to check out so called shootout they found absolutely nothing. No guns, no blood, no bodies, no tracers of any shootout” commissioner defended again “You won’t tell me that someone wiped this place clean in a matter of less than 20 minutes”

“Yeah that is exactly what we could expect from you and your guys” Dean snapped back “We gonna keep this and do expect visit from upstairs” he waved the folder and started to walk out.

“Thank you for cooperation commissioner” you put down your cigarette and followed Dean.

“Agent Tylor!” commissioner rose up from his chair “Let me know if you need any help. Any help at all”

“We won’t” you replied with charming smile and you walked outside with Dean.

“Like taking candy from a baby….”

 ***

“Well that was a bummer” Dean stated and open passenger seat doors for you “We got stinking pile of nothing”

“I kinda expected that to be honest, we knew right from the get-go that this case stinks for miles” you took your gun out of the holster on your lower back and sat comfortably in passenger seat.

“Yeah we did but I kinda hoped that they will give us something y’know, anything to catch onto. And we don’t have even witness address.” Dean took his seat in the driver seat “Let’s hope that Sam had a better luck with researching on history of the building”

You stayed quiet, your eyes focused on the entry to the precinct.

“But let me tell ya sweetheart it was pure pleasure to watch you in action” Dean smirked and turned on Impala’s engine. She purred pleasantly. “The way you played that cop! You were on your A game! New York is bringing out your inner famme fatale” he continued but you were not there anymore. You drifted in your thoughts thinking about smell of leather and Code. Impala purred quietly trying to bring you back from your thoughts but you drifted even further.

…..

You thought about dark grey 1969 Ford Mustang that you used to love so much. You could see him quietly driving with his hand on your knee. You could see his small smile and his stealthy looks in your direction when you were looking outside of the window relaxing while wind was blowing your hair. You could feel his gentle touch, you could taste bourbon on his lips and you could smell Sauvage by Christian Dior on him mixed with gun powder and something else…something dangerous.

…..

“Y/N you with me?” Dean gave a worried look pulling you back to reality.

“Mhm…” You couldn’t shake of that feeling that rising up inside you. Feeling which was telling you that this case is far from your normal supernatural gig. That there is no hunting, no ghosts trapped in the loop and that you should have never come back to New York. There was a passed creeping in the shadows and you knew very well that you cannot outrun it.

“I’m sorry babe, I zone out” you looked back at Dean “I was thinking you know….we don’t have any lead except the club so let’s go check out the club. What you think? I bet we will spot our witness there”

“You really think that three days after shootout she will be already back on the dance floor?” Dean hesitated.

“I’m sure of it. See this is a New York it’s Manhattan and Skyfall is apparently hot in this season. If you want to mean anything in your little social world you gotta be there. Shootout or no shootout. That’s how it is here”

“You would know would ya’. You used to live here” Dean pointed out”

“Yes I did. Many many years ago” you replied shortly” “In a very different life” you added silently and you drifted again in your thoughts.

***

Two hours later you were standing in front of the Skyfall club waiting for your partner who was on “finding parking spot” mission. It was Friday evening and lack of a parking spot was something that you very much expected. But Dean being Dean wouldn’t agree to leave baby and take a cab. Even when faced with all the logical reasons presented by you he still stubbornly refused. You were wondering which was more inconvenient for him, the fact that you dared to suggest that taking a cab is a better option or the fact that you decided that he needs to go shopping. While going through his clothes you sadly discovered that you have only two options, suit or flannel and destroyed denims none of which was suitable for high class club in Manhattan. You forced him to where simple white shirt with sleeves rolled up to an elbow and dark blue denims the only one which didn’t have any history of hunting on them and not because they were the only one clean, it was because he hated them and never wore them. He claimed that he looked like a hipster douchebag and never listened to your counterarguments.

“Where are you Dean” you thought to yourself looking at your watch. It’s been over 20 minutes and you were starting to feel like ditchable prom date. You took a deep breath scouting your surroundings. You knew this area very well, you recognized the streets, the corners, the alleys… there was history looping in every one of them. Couple blocks away there was a small jazz club which you used to visit very often, and a bit further the hotel in which you stayed way too many times. You knew it was there without need to see it. Beautiful Neo-Renaissance building glooming on the corner of the street, inconspicuous on the outside, with a velvety black canopy above the entrance and two doorman standing on both sides of the stairs. Suddenly the strange feeling from earlier came back and hit you with twice of a force. “Fuck it, I need a drink…or ten” you thought to yourself and entered the club alone.

Place was crowded with people in their 20’s and 30’s searching for a glimpse of happiness. It wa lighted with warm yellows, browns and golden lights spreading more exotic and cozy vibe, something you definitely did not expected. You were expecting more cold blues and whites and silvers and more modern vibe. It was a pleasant surprise none the less. You smoothly maneuvered through the dance floor to the bar. You leaned over the bar waiting for a bartender to come to you.

“Whisky on the rocks” he said with a wink and placed a glass in front of you “Something good am I right? Glenmorangie 18yo” he poured you double with single ice cube.

“Well…impressive” you stated taking a sip of your favorite whisky.  

“Oh honey I’m good but that that good” he smiled “it’s from guy over there” he pointed with his eyes to the booth in the corner behind you.

You smiled and turned back thinking that Dean finally manage to find a parking spot but there was no one there. Only an empty whisky glass on the table and empty sit.

Hundred thoughts went through your head all at once and felling of unease rose up deep inside. Your heart started pumping much faster than usual. You knew you lied to yourself. You never said a word to Dean about 18yo scotch that you’ve been currently drinking…how he would know. You took a glass and walked straight to a booth. You didn’t know what for honestly. You wanted to check for a clues, you wanted to find out if your felling was correct. Or perhaps you wanted to prove yourself wrong. Memories flashed through your mind…

Mustang, jazz, Sauvage, Glenmorangie…his love voice, his gentle touch, his small smile, his “This won’t end up well”…

You were making your way through the crowd, eyes focused on the glass, trying to suppress all the memories coming back to you. You forgot about case, about witness, about shootout about everything else. You were almost there, you could see clearly that ice did not melted yet, you could smell…

….

Code

…..

You froze in your place for a moment absorbing sudden shift in the atmosphere around you. You knew that this time you did not imagined it. Everything else disappeared, loud music seemed to be distant, dancing people seemed to dance in slow motion, reality shifted and slowed down.

You slowly turned around and you saw him walking directly towards you with his big brown eyes focused like a laser. Light was twinkling on his face almost masking curiosity mixed with anger, surprise and a bit of happiness… perhaps?

“Y/N” he said without braking an eye contact. He stood few steps away from you his hand dangerously close to his side, where he most likely held his gun.

….

“Ethan” you replied with trained, polite voice.

…..

“You working again?” he asked still completely focused on you. His face tense in the anticipation.

And with that question you knew, you were sure that there was no case, no ghost, no hunting and there was definitely a shootout. You knew that he was here, he order you a drink and he is involved in all of this. Past catch up with you, there is no other way than forward. You knew that to that question there was only one correct answer.

…..

“Yeah, I am”  

***

…

You caught Dean in mid-way with his fist clenched and anger in his eyes. “To close….” You thought to yourself approaching him and trying to behave as normal as possible. You placed one hand on his chest and the other on his cheek forcing him to look away from Ethan and focus on you.

“Hey hey…look at me. It’s cool, I’m alright, nothing happened” you tried to call him down.

“This douchebag was all over you…” he said through his teeth completely focused on Ethan.

“It’s nothing, just an asshole who had one too many” you pressed yourself closer to Dean “I’ve handled it. Hun please calm down. We still got work to do and I made one scene already. We don’t need more attention” you added with soothing voice “Besides since you finally here I could use a drink”

Dean finally looked at you relaxing a bit under your touch. He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him.

“I’m sorry sweetheart” he kissed your forehead “let’s get you a drink” he took your hand and led you to a bar.

He order two rounds of whisky on rocks. First one you downed immediately and second was served right away. Jameson was good but it was nothing to Glenmorangie 18yo Single Malt that you had before. Bartender served third round and you were glad that Dean didn’t notice his snarky smile when he looked at you.

“You alright sweetheart?” Dean asked seeing you downing third round in 5 minutes.

“I am” you smiled hoping that it looked convincing “it’s just…I got a bit spooked that’s all” you lied. Adrenaline was starting to wear off revealing to your surprise how shattered your nerves were. You were shaking inside and you knew that there is no amount of alcohol that could calm you down at that moment. “Fucking asshole was very persistent” another lie. You could still smell Code all over you crudely interrupting your attempts to focus on Dean.  

“You want another one?

“Yeah but let’s have something better” your thoughts went back to an empty booth and whisky glass on the table. You waved your hand nonchalantly at a bartender “Glenmorangie 18yo double, with one ice cube. Twice.” you order.

“Since when we drink fancy stuff?” Dean asked surprised smelling whisky which just got served.

“I just feel like it and bottle looks good” you lied again. Truthfully you wanted to taste it again. You wanted to think about him again. Was he still out there? Was he still watching?

“And it taste good” Dean took a sip “Well that’s a damn good whisky. Have you ever drink it before?

“Of course not! Lucky shoot I guess” you were lying without hesitation.

“Speaking of luck, any of it with search for our witness?” Dean asked turning himself to face dance floor and tables placed close to the walls.

“I haven’t seen her” you followed him and started scouting your surroundings in hope of seeing him. But you knew very well, he was a ghost, he was a Boogeyman and he was hidden in the shadows. If he was even here. “Did Ethan knew about whisky…” you started questioning your own instincts, trying to stay calm and suppress your rising suspicions, suppress your feelings.

“Another dead end” Dean stated “We will have to come back here after they close. Check for anything ghostly. For now we definitely should back to hotel. It’s been a long day”

“Indeed it was…” you agreed and downed what’s left in your glass.

…

“I am so fucked…..”

***

You barely slept that night. Even if you were tired as hell and your body was starting to hurt in all the wrong places your mind was very much awake and alive. Meeting Ethan was something that you did not expected at all and being back in his arms, even just to fake out an assault, brought back all sorts of memories. Vienna, opera, your gold dress, his voice in your ear saying how deadly you look…he’s smile, your kiss….his motorcycle, cold beer on the rooftop…

….

London….your gun in your hands…his blood on your coat….you asking him to leave…he….saying no….

…. Ethan Hunt was your past, past that you never wanted to visit again. He made his choice and you made yours. And you would lie to yourself if you couldn’t admit that it was partially because of him. Seeing that lonely whisky glass on the table did something much worse to you than Ethan could ever do, it immediately changed something in you, like with a flip of a switch. For a moment you stopped thinking about Sam, Bobby, Castiel…you even stopped thinking about Dean. In that moment back in the club they didn’t matter, they were disposable, they were just a temporary background of your current life, of current character that you played, meaningless. All it mattered was lonely whisky glass and that felling…that shadow is no longer just a shadow. Shadow has eyes on you and he is very close.

“Come find me…”

Sam of course didn’t found anything suspicious on the building which at this point was no surprise for you. You needed a plan, you couldn’t have them around here in New York. You had to stay, they had to leave. You needed diversion and you needed it fast. Tomorrow is Monday, and club will be closed, you, Dean and Sam will go scout the place, you will find nothing. But you knew your boys to well, you knew it will not be enough to get them out of New York. It will only get them more interested in this case, they will only dig more…and there is no way you could allow this.

“6 AM…”

They couldn’t find out. And it wasn’t about you, it was about them. It was their lives which were at stake here.

“I need a diversion…and I need my stuff”

Not spearing any second more you got up from a bed, dressed yourself quickly in trusty black leggings and black shirt dress, you grabbed your bag, phone and brown jacket and just before you left you scratched few words on the notepad lying on the nightstand.  

//***// Couldn’t sleep. Keep thinking about a case. I’ve got a hunch which I want to check. Went to see Commissioner Loeb. I didn’t have a heart to wake you, besides he likes me more ;) Be back soon. Love ya XO

//***//

 ***

“Where are we going ma’am”

“New York Public Library” 

***

You didn’t ask taxi driver to wait for you. You didn’t want any attention or anyone knowing where you were headed. After you retrieved your belongings from a library you headed straight to Queens. You decided to take metro to blend in into the crowd. “Dean would be surprised knowing what can be found in old books” you thought to yourself feeling cold touch of your trusty Glock 26 on your back “he would be surprised by many thing…” you gently touched a key in your pocket like it was some kind of token which you didn’t want to lose. You retrieve memorabilia of a different life from your hidden spot in 1984 ‘Russian Folk Tale’ by Aleksander Afanasyev and with them in your possession again you were headed to retrieve the rest of it, to retrieve all of it.   The initial nervousness caused by sudden appearance of Ethan and incident in the club was completely gone. You were calm and focused even if thousand if thoughts were running through your head. You knew exactly what you had to do even if you didn’t know how to do it. “I’ve got it. Everything is cool. I will figure something out. Going to grab my stuff, and force boys to leave the New York. Balls…easier said than done” you were planning in your head “He will show up. If he’s here he will not walk away. I guess….we both agreed on it. Damn it. It was stupid agreement. What Ethan is doing here…god fucking damn it. I need to find out what is going on. And I need to get boys out of New York. I need distraction, I need help”

You were deep in your thoughts letting your inner autopilot lead you right in front of the door to the small apartment. There was no name tag on the door, just a number and one lock. Foolish someone would think, only one door lock, so easy to brake in. But you didn’t worry about at all. For years this apartment was staying hidden, safe and secured. Highly secured.

You entered the key, the lock yield under the pressure. You entered tiny dark space barely able to contain two people at once, you closed door behind you and waited “What the hell?” nothing was happening. You tapped the walls gently at first, and with a lot of force when nothing has change. “What the hell, why it is not working…”

“You planning to stand there for long?” amused voice asked from the darkness “As much as I enjoy watching you all confused I rather would like to have a coffee with you” something clicked and darkness in front of you slowly started moving aside showing brown and beige interiors bathe in the bright noon sun. “Don’t be surprised. It was IMF property once so hacking it is not that hard. For me at least” Ethan was sitting on the couch smiling with irritating grin satisfied that he managed to surprised you, again. “Coffee? You owe me that much for saving your ass and getting my rib broken in the process”

“You shouldn’t be here. I thought we had agreement” you discretely checked safety lock on your gun and you entered a room.

“Well desperate times” Ethan smirked.

“Very funny” you snarked “I could brake more than one rib but you got coffee. Hashtag priorities”

“I do remember how to make you feel good at the morning” he smirked again.

”Is he flirting with me” you wondered “What are you doing here Ethan. Were you following me?”

“Maybe” he handed you a coffee cup. For a moment your fingers touched his hand and you felt like electrocuted. Images flashed in front of your eyes 

Vienna, gold dress, his kiss, his jacket on your shoulders, his brown eyes looking at you lovingly….London….rain…blood…gun……

…

Please leave

…

No

…

“Y/N you okay?” you felt his hand on your shoulder. You looked at him and it was still there, the look in his eyes, full of care and love, but it wasn’t as pure as it was years ago. You got mesmerized for a moment by the way how he looked at you. There was definitely love and care there, it was undeniable, but it was cover under the mist build of concern, nervousness and fear. In that bright noon light you noticed something else, his eyes, they were hazel, not brown. You looked deep into them “I always thought they were brown”. “Y/N you with me? You look like you saw a ghost” he noticed seeing you frozen in place.

“I’m alright” you slipped away from his hand at took a spot on the couch “Just a headache. Last night was…let’s say interesting. I hadn’t have much sleep”

“Was it because of me?” he gave you a half smile.

“Maybe…but don’t flatter yourself. I simply wasn’t expecting to see you here. Or anywhere else to be true. Frankly I wasn’t expecting to see you ever again” you answered getting back control over your mind.

“Really? I was sure we will see each other again” he replied without hesitation “I could bet on it”

“Oh really?” that irritated you “how long you’ve been tailing me Ethan?”

“Who said I’ve been tailing you” he was sitting on the opposite site of the couch sipping his coffee and grinning widely like he won some kind of bet that you didn’t knew about. Like he was satisfied seeing you playing word chess with him and getting more and more anxious.  

“You know I’ve been on the NYPD precinct with Dean”

“Oh that’s agent Page real name. Good to know” he made surprised face.

“You were in the club not by accident. You were following me, you were following me since the moment I arrived to the New York. Question is why. What do you want Ethan” you continued with a cold voice without braking an eye contact.

“Oh isn’t that obvious? I just wanted to see an old friend” he was playing with you.

“And that’s why you decided do brake in to the only highly secured safe house I have in NY after you discovered that I recovered my keys and my gun from a library” you stated.  

“Like I said, it was IMF property back in the day. I use it from time to time” he smiled innocently.

“Stop denying Ethan” you put your cup on a table “I saw you on the station, I’ve found a chip that you placed into the Russian Fairytales and I know you were in the club not by accident”

“I’m not denying anything. Well true, I placed a chip in the book but the rest is pure coincidence” he placed his cup on the table and made a small move towards you. Chess game, only with words and small movements. Same as it was in the club. You placed your figures on the board, he was avoiding them, losing only pawns but now it was his turn to move “I honestly thought that you didn’t saw me at the station but I definitely saw you. And I must admit I was very happy to see you” he smiled with eyes.

“Why you were there” you interrupted.

“You know I can’t share the details with you my dear. You made your choice back in London, you knew the rules” he replied with a smooth voice…. you lost a knight.

“Why you placed a chip in the book?” you remained unshaken.

“As far as the government is concern you are rouge agent turned assassin. Trust me it is better for you that I was the one who decided to keep an eye on you not someone else” he lowered a voice and stopped smiling…you lost a bishop.

“Why you followed me to the club?”

“I told you already and you still don’t believe me” he was lying with a wide grin “I was happy to see you, it’s been a long time. And honestly I overheard your conversation with Dean and decided to surprise you there. I got curios that’s all”

“Gotcha.”

“Ethan as you know already I believe in a lot of things” you shifted to face him directly “Ghost, demons, witches, shapeshifters and even freaking Jefferson Starships” you put your one knee on the couch and move slowly in his direction “I believe in magic and fairytales” you got even closer embracing smell of a Code you were able to see glimpse of confusion in his eyes even if half smile was still on his lips “But coincidences….” You were so close that you could feel his slow breath on your face “…are not one of them” he wasn’t fast enough. With one swift move you reached behind his back and grabbed his gun. You pulled away to the opposite site of a couch and pointed gun at him “Don’t you even try. You lost. Checkmate” you smirked.

“Y/N what are you doing? Please lower your gun” he tried to remain compose and pretend that this is all big misunderstandment.

“You couldn’t overheard my conversation with Dean, Ethan. Not without wiretapping the Impala. And that’s something you simply couldn’t do. Dean is obsessed with this car, he love it so much, and he would notice that something is not quite right” you stated “Why are you really here. I shot you once. You know I won’t hesitate so you better start telling the truth” you were looking at him with your eyes cold holding his gun close to your face so he couldn’t grab it and take it away from you. Just like he taught you.

You hurt him, you saw it clearly. His face changed, smile disappeared from his face completely, mood in his eyes changed from loving and carrying to sad and worried. Bringing back London hurt him. Your behavior towards him hurt him. He shifted in place trying to distract you from that fact but you saw it, you saw how angry on himself he was for letting his guard down and letting you play him of like a rookie.

“Speak” you had him on point blank range.

“I can’t let you open that safe” he said firmly anger flashing in his eyes.

“Why are you here Ethan?” you were persistent “how long you’ve been following me?”

He did not reply. He only stared at you the same way as you stared at him only difference is that you had gun on him and knowing your history he wasn’t sure what your next move would be. Frankly you weren’t sure either.

“Ethan we can do this all day if you want” you speak up first.

“I don’t believe that you have time” he smirked “your boyfriend will start getting worried” he pointed out.

“How long….” you didn’t let him throw you off subject

“Lower your gun. We both know that you don’t want to shoot me”

“How much do you know?”

…

“All of it”

…

That worked. You lowered your gun just a bit and looked at him surprised. “What the fuck…what does he mean by all of it”

“I know what you and Winchesters were doing after you killed your carrier in IMF. I know all your allies, enemies, numbers of fake credit cards, weapon of choice, all of yours and theirs fake badges fake ID’s all of it. Please lower your gun, I won’t ask again” he continued with mechanical voice.

You hesitated. It was impossible. How could he know all of it. Was he your Shadow all this time? Is that mean that he was never here?

“Dean Winchester, born in January 24th 1979. Sam Winchester born May 2nd 1983. Parents Marry and John, both dead. Marry in November 2nd 1983, John spring 2006. Both of them born in Lawrence, Kansas, currently staying in not so secret post war bunker in Lebanon, Kansas. Deans car 1967 Chevrolet Impala license plate KAZ 2Y5. You want me to continue?” he didn’t even blinked.

You lowered your gun surprised by all this revelation. You were so wrong, all this time you were thinking that you won. That you put your figures in all the right places and you checkmate him. Yet he just proved you how wrong you were all this time. From the moment you saw him he had you in checkmate. Your moves didn’t matter, you lost before game even started. You secured a safety lock on his gun and placed it on a table. You gave him a side look, hold it for a moment and decided to pull out your own gun from behind your back, secure it and place it right next to his.

“You were keeping taps on me all this years” you stated relaxing a bit and taking a sip of a coffee which at this point got already cold. Anger and weird sense of comfort were mixing inside you ready to burst out in the storm of juicy curses.

“I was. And I must say your resume is impressive. A spy, an IMF agent, an Assassin, a hunter of god knows what just to name a few.” He was smiling slightly again.

“You know me, I like to stay busy” you smirked. You couldn’t deny it that he had a charisma which was hard to resist.

“Heh that is true” he smiled fondly to the memories of you two working together in the past “Anyways, after you left IMF I decided to keep an eye on you, just in case you would decide to come back or someone would decide to make you come back. You and I both know that you cannot just leave and I was honestly worried that someone would want to use that fact and force you to do things and get involved into the matters that I didn’t want you to get involved. I was happy to see that you decided to move along with your life even if it wasn’t that far from what we were doing back in IMF. Let me just say that at first it was hard to believe in the things I saw.”

“I can imagine”

“I remember that you use to joke that you are a witch, especially when I was asking about your intuition and strange decisions which you made sometimes. But after observing for quite some time it all made sense. Even if it was still weird as fuck” You smiled innocently with sorry not sorry look on your face “Believe me I have a lot of question and I hope you will tell me all about it. Things I saw, unbelievable” he made a small pause “Still it was good to see you doing some good work for a change”

“And you let us fake out FBI agents, defraud money, steal, cheat etc?” you raised an eyebrow.  

“Better this than killing strangers for money” he said with seriousness painted on his face.

Air got heavy again and tension came back. He knew why you came to this apartment.  He knew what you were intending to do. And you knew he will be a stubborn obstacle in your way.

“About that…” you started.

“Y/N whatever you think of doing, don’t. Pack your bags and leave with Winchesters. Go back to saving people and hunting things. Don’t do it. It’s not worth it” he caught you off abruptly “He’s not worth it”

“Ethan…”

“Did you thought this through? But I mean really thought this through. Chew down to the bone. You dip so much as a pinky back into to that pond you may well find something or someone reaches out and drags you back into its depths” his voice was intense, firm, demanding to listen to him. To think.

“You know I cannot just walk away now when I stumble onto it” you said quietly.

“Yes you can!!” he got up from the couch aggressively “and this is exactly what you should do! You got life out there! Friends and family! People who loves you! Who are willing to risk their lives for you!! I know, I checked them all!” he walked to you, placed his hand on the backrest of the couch and lean towards you “You got out once. Don’t make a mistake of coming back” he added quietly.

“It’s too late for that” you stood up intended to gain back some distance.

“No it’s not! You can still walk away”

“And ignore all of it!? Just pretend that it does not exist!?  You know me Ethan, you know I can’t”

“Why” he took couple steps in your way.

“You won’t understand. I’m here not by accident. I meant to come here, I meant to step on this case. I cannot leave now. I cannot ignore my instinct” you tried to maneuver your way near to the safe.

“If you do this you will put them all in danger. You will destroy their lives.” he jumped to you and grabbed you by your arms “you will drag them down into the swamp of death and despair and rules which they don’t know” he hold you strongly and looked deep into your eyes “you will sign their death sentence”

“Let go of me Ethan” your voice got dangerously low.

“They don’t mean nothing to you?”

“I said let go of me”

“I can’t let you do this” he said breathlessly.

“What I do is not up to you” you grabbed his forearm quickly with one hand and the other you hit his elbow. He loosen his grab which gave you an opportunity to swiftly swipe his legs. He fell on his back as you jumped over the backrest of the couch and grabbed your gun. You turned on your heel just to see him standing still with a gun pointed at you.

“You should make sure that you took both of my guns” he smirked.

“Don’t worry I won’t make this mistake again” you sneered “Let me through”

“I can’t”

“Tell me why, truly why. What is going on? Am I your assignment? Or maybe he is? ”

“I can’t tell you”

“Oh I forgot, what was the line? I can neither confirm nor deny detail of this operation without the Secretary approval” you kept taunting while moving closer to the safe, your gun pointed at him, his pointed at you.

“Y/N trust me when I say it…if you do this you will regret this. You have no idea what you got yourself into. It is not too late”

“Let me through”

“Shoot me. I dare ya” he taunted for a change.

“Don’t tempt me” You unlocked safety lock.    

“I double dare ya”

“You know that from this range it will be fatal” you felt buzzing in your pocket. “Son of a bitch. Great timing”

“You won’t pick up?” he noticed.  

“I will call back”

“See I told you that your boyfriend will start worrying about you” phone kept buzzing.

Without lowering your gun you reached out to your pocket, eyes glued to him.

“Not a good timing Dean” you answered.

“Y/N it’s Ellen. I got your message” you heard on the other side of the line „What is going on? Are you okay? Are boys okay?”

“Yes Ellen we are alright. Listen can I call you back? I’m kinda in the middle of something. Not a good timing” you tried to keep your voice as calm as possible still pointing gun at Ethan.

“You said that boys are in danger, you are in trouble and you need distraction. Are those your kind of trouble? I’ve got Ash on standby.”

“Yes, but don’t do anything for now. I’ve got everything under control for now. Maybe it won’t be necessary. Looks like I overreacted. I gotta go now, call you later and most likely we see each other soon. You will get a chance to yell on me face to face. I’ll keep you posted” you hang up without waiting for Ellens goodbyes.

“Good” you heard relief in Ethans voice “You decided to be smart after all” he lowered his gun smiling a relief which quickly changed into the shock.

…

You shoot.

Twice.

You didn’t aim for him. It meant to be distraction. First bullet went right next to his foot, second into the wall. It was enough to throw him off balance. You jumped to him, with two quick moves you threw his gun off his hand and used yours to subdue him. In a matter of seconds he fell on the floor unconscious.

You quickly disarmed all security on the safe, grabbed handful of gold coins, second gun and ammo and you left leaving a note right next to the half drank coffee.

//***// Sorry for the headache…and broken rib. Stop following me. For both our sake.