Saturday

[parttimewriter]

Random Building, Seattle
Saturday
0645

"Sammy! You up?" He heard Dean call to him and he groaned.

It seemed like early morning. But they had only gotten into the place early that morning.

He shifted and realized he was using his bag as a pillow and pushed up, watching Dean as his eyes slowly opened.

"Dean, did you get through to Bobby?"

"Nope, he wasn't home. But," he pushed on knowing that his brother was getting one of the bitchy faces he loved so much, "I did get a hold of Pastor Jim, he's gonna be sending someone our way. Gave him our location, he said the guy should stop by shortly and that we could trust him." Dean said.

Both of them knew it wouldn't be that simple to gain the Winchester brothers' trust but they would at least be nice until they had to force their hand. They shared what was left of the food, not counting their rations and canned items, both of which they were familiar with even before the pulse. While it sucked that life over all got harder for the world, only the larger cities where affected as much. Smaller towns, towns that the Winchester's were familiar with, they started to thrive. It was an upside down world but most of the time it made jobs easier, at least it would if Dean's face wasn't being plastered all over the nation.

It was around seven when they heard someone moving around in the front room, grabbing a weapon each they moved out, Dean taking the lead, Sam dropping back to cover him. They quickly found the intruder, Dean kept to the shadows. Sam moved forward. The man seemed non-threatening. He was about Dean's height, perhaps an inch or so shorter, he was also build like both Dean and Sam. Even with the baggy clothes he wore Sam could tell that this was a man that could handle himself. He was relaxed but his eyes scanned the room before landing on Sam.

"You one of the Winchesters?" he asked and Sam guessed that this was Pastor Jim's friend.

He waited for a second before nodding. "Sam," he offered, also offering his hand in greeting. The other man took it and smiled at him.

"Name's Tyler, I was told that there was two of you. Wasn't told what was happening, just that you needed some help getting around town."

"My brother, Dean, is around," Sam said leaving it open as to just where Dean was. "I take it that you are the guy my brother mentioned, Pastor Jim said you could help us out."

Tyler looked at Sam for a long moment before shrugging and dusting off a pillar before he leaned onto it. He seemed to understand that there was a trust building period.

"I owed Jim a favour, he finally cashed it in, have to admit that I'm a little suprised that he would waste this on getting some teenager and his brother across town."

Sam shrugged in response, wondering just what Dean had told Jim and why he was going so far to help them. He and Dean really needed to slow down before they ended up in jail or dead.

"So I guess this isn't your normal gig?"

"That would be a big no, I've been a hunter for years, sadly after the pulse it changed some things. Sure it made the job easier, for the most part. At the same time getting into places was harder. At least into the cities, figured having a base in one of them couldn't hurt. It just kinda turned into a full time job. There are enough demons, ghosts, and whatever else you can think of just in Seattle that I have no reason to leave."

"How's that working for ya?" echoed a voice from the dark. While Sam knew where he was, he would never have guessed with the echo his brother managed. He knew that Tyler wouldn't either. This didn't seem to bother Tyler either and he just scanned the darkness for a few moments before replying with a calm and cool voice.

"Pretty well, not the one that is currently stuck in a run down old shop, now am I?"

"I promise you that normally we wouldn't be either. It's just that, well, we have rather bad luck in this family sometimes and we have to lay low at the moment."

"Jim told me to be open minded with you boys, which is why I'm answering all these questions, but its getting old real fast, ya get me?" Tyler prompted, even if he could only make eye contact with one of them. There was a tense moment where none of them spoke, they were at a statemate. Dean was what broke it as he stepped out of the shadows and into the dim morning light.

"Hope you aren't one of those crazy S.O.B's that are going to try and kill me because of this pretty face. I promise you that I'm 100 percent human," Dean said, no gun in sight, in fact no weapon of any kind. Sam wondered what his brother was doing but knew he had to trust him. He had been hunting on his own now for an unknown time period, Sam had to trust him.

"What the hell!" Tyler cursed finally pushing off the wall, his body reflecting the tension he was feeling. "You are that Tran from the news, how'd you get out of Terminal City?" The gun he pulled wasn't shocking and Sam watched helplessly from the side as Dean raised his hands in front of himself, keeping them in view as he started to speak softly to the man, this was a part of Dean that Sam had forgotten about. Slick, smooth and able to talk anyone into just about anything.

"Take a deep breath buddy, I'm not that guy, but I am looking for him. As you might guess, I have some questions for him," Dean offered with a smile. "All we need from you is a point in the right direction, a way to follow the trail. Think you can help us out?" The gun wavered a little bit then a few tense moments later it was lowered and disappeared back into Tyler's holster.

"I think I should have just claimed an IOU from Jim, should have known better than to think he would cash in on something small," the older hunter muttered, shaking his head at himself as he looked between the two of them. "You know this kinda complicates matters."

"Why do you think we needed the help?" Dean asked with a cocky grin. Tyler's laughter was warm and welcome, both the brothers relaxed a little bit. The trio were silent for a moment before Tyler nodded.

"Fine, I'll take you to a local priest, he's known around here as the man that knows all. He should be able to help you, but that is as far as I go. Take ya to the church and then that is that, we part ways."

"Of course, thank you for taking us to the church."

"Or don't thank me yet, I know you two pretty boys aren't gonna like the way we have to go, big brother's face being on the most wanted and all that."

"Try us." Dean frowned at the older man and crossed his arms.

Command Centre, TC
Saturday
0700

The council was gathered again early the next morning. Alec was half asleep in his chair, Max watching from her chair but not letting herself touch or talk to him. Mole and Jason both looked cocky and assured of themselves, the X8's were silent watching the group. Gem leaned across the table finally and looked up at Alec before meeting everyone else's eyes.

"I don't think the government did this."

"I agree with the young mother," Jamie said looking over to Gem, tipping her head to one side. "Outside forces are at play, it worries me that someone would attempt to stop our try at peace."

"Welcome to the world sweetheart, someone will always want us dead. If we want something then we have to take it," Mole commented from Alec's side and the table grew silent for a moment.

"We agreed that we wanted peace, you can't take peace with death," Alec said shaking his head and pushing himself up in the chair. "There has to be another way, maybe we can try and arrange another meeting. No media, no one knows about it, announce it after the fact," he offered for an example, the others thought about it for a second.

"I think there is a third option," Jamie said from her seat.

Max looked down at the woman. She had only known her since Alec and herself had agreed to move in full time, and even then they had pushed their luck.

"And that would be?" Max asked trusting the woman for the most part, but still, she and her brother were flaky to be put it best. Sometimes their tips panned out, others times they were dead before they finished talking.

"Something I saw last night, saw a shadow, White was there, standing in the middle of the shadow." A number of people around the table sighed, another dream. Another dream, the chances of this being useful went from 60/40. The sixty not in her favour. "Would have ended it all but it didn't. Someone stopped him. Stopped the shadows."

"You saw that last night?" Jason looked over at her. Jamie nodded and he seemed to be lost in thought. Where Jamie was graced with sight amoung other skills, Jason was the brunt force of the two, possessing more active powers with a small shared part of the visions.

"Who was it that stopped him?" Coal, one of the X8's, asked and Jamie turned to look at him.

"It appeared to be someone familiar," she looked at Alec, "but older, there were stress lines and laugh lines that I had never seen before."

"That sounds really...."Alec starts but stops himself. She was still staring at him and she already creeped him out as it was.

"Vague?" Mole suggested with a shake of his head. "That ain't no option. That's just you being crazy again."

"It will make sense in time, I am sure it will."

"Yeah well we don't really have time right now do we?" She shrugged and Mole just sighed. "Whatever. Can we move on and talk about a battle plan?"

Alec sighed from beside him and rubbed his sore shoulder, it was going be a long day.

NSA HQ, Seattle
Saturday
0730

Ames White was normally a very calm man. Since he had lost his wife, by his hand, and his son by 452's hand, he found himself caught up in the moment. After being summoned last night and given another task he knew he had to regain the calmness he had before. He knew that he could not fail again and refused to let some human be his final failing. The Mistress had been vague on just what was happening but he knew that it centred around 494.

"Otto," he called as he came into the main office. The man was beside him instantly. "I need to have extra people on the ground today. We have reports that 494 will be in the city today. I want that target caught today," he stated in a matter of fact tone, which left the younger agent nodding. He made his way over to his private office. "Debriefing in fifteen," he ended as he closed the door and moved over to his desk.
The one part of this job that he hated was the paperwork, it was more like fiction. Most things that happened here would be frowned upon if it made the light of congress. Dealing with the small work he had to do a few moments later, he was walking to the large meeting room. Pictures of the target were handed out, and assignments were given. As everyone parted ways Ames nodded to Otto.

"Get the car, we are going out today." The Mistress had of course given him some hints as to were to look, he recalled her words and knew that he would focus his search around buildings of faith. He just didn't know which one, that was a bother but not much of one. It just meant driving all over the sectors. After collecting his gun and jacket from the office he went back downstairs and to the chair in which Otto was waiting in.

"Sir?"

"Sector Four Otto."

Sewers, Under Seattle
Saturday
0830

"Man these are like the cleanest sewers in the continental US," Dean muttered as they walked unbothered in the large tunnels.

"A few hunters use them, not that many anymore."

"Why's that?" Sam asked from the back.

"Trans use them mostly, couple demons, but it's not a good idea to wander around down here anymore."

"Should we really be down here then?"

"Don't worry Sammy, I'll protect you from any human sized rat we come across," Dean promised with a chuckle as he followed Tyler along.

"I also know where I am going. Once we are in the correct sector we can go to ground, this just makes life easier. Your brother has to keep his face hidden, hood or a hat, glasses. Tensions are high-"

"The gun you shoved in my face earlier was hint enough thanks." Dean snorted shaking his head.

"I apologized for that already, kinda caught a guy off guard."

"Well get us to this church in one piece and we can call it even," Dean promised as they walked a little further before they came to a stop. A grating was above them, sounds from the street above filtering down. Tyler climbed out first before waving the boys both up. Dean turned his collar up as he scanned the outlying area. Pulling out a pair of glasses, he also slid them into place, hoping the age difference would make up the difference for everything else. He licked his lips before nodding. "Lets get going, I'd prefer to have more cover than the great outside."

"Follow me," Tyler said before they took off again, moving down the street. They stayed to the back-streets, the shadows helping them blend in. It was another ten minutes before they came to a stop, a church straight across the street. "That would be the one, you are looking for Father Destry, he receives confession from nine until eleven, again in the evening. Between those times you can find him in his office or in the church yards. This is as far as I'm going and I have to admit that I hope I don't run into either of you for a long time."

"I can feel the love, I'll tell Jim your debt is paid," Dean said, just as happy for the man to be leaving as he seemed to be. It would be better if the brothers handled this themselves. They waited until the man was gone before they looked across the street to the semi clean church.

"Ready for some answers?" Dean asked with a wide smile, Sam winced not liking that look, but found himself nodding all the same and the two of them walked towards the church.

Outside Church of Our Sacred Lady, Sector Four
Saturday
0900

The phone beside him rang, without taking his eyes off the doors of the church, he picked it up and flipped it open. "Fen'es tol," he greeted, hearing Brother White on the other end. "I am in position now, I have not seen any sign of the target." White spoke about not finding him either when he saw two men moving across the street to the old towering church. It was one of the last great buildings left untouched in the city.

"I think I have them. Two men approaching the church now, wearing hoods and glasses, hard to make out but it looks like our man." White gave orders to watch but not approach yet until he and his team arrived. He disagreed with it but would do as he was commanded. "Fen'es tol, Brother." Seconds later the phone was back in its spot as he watched the two men slip into the church almost completely unnoticed.

Inside Church of Our Sacred Lady, Sector Four
Saturday
0900

"Dean I really think you should sit this one out."

"No Sammy, now shut the fuck up."

"Dean," his brother whined and Dean turned to look at him, coming to a dead stop.

"What?" he asked, his voice giving away his tension.

"Swearing, this is a church."

"Fine, whatever Samantha, come on we have a priest to find."

They both entered the arched doorways together, the building massive with stone walls and stained glass windows, that reminded Dean of before the pulse. There weren't many churches of this grandeur left standing after the fact. Those that were looked run down and beat up, normally used as shelters, boarded up and unwelcoming. Dean had been a believer when he was young, when his mother had still been alive. Since then, not so much. Now he favoured the science explanation, the big bang, and human evolution, all that jazz. Even with that this place felt warm and welcoming.

They moved down the silent walkway between the pews. A few people were scattered about, none of them paying any attention to either of them. They made their way over to the confessional. Dean pointed for Sam to take a seat. They waited until the person inside finished, Dean nodding to them before he took their place. Sam sighed. Knowing it would be pointless to try and join his brother, he stayed where he was.
Dean sat silently, waiting for a moment before the partition window opened and he could make out the priest next to him. The man crossed himself, Dean was a little surprised at his age. He was young, or at least around his age. He also looked like a man that could handle himself, the priest outfit never was a flattering one, but Dean knew what it was like to wear one and this man was built.

"In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen." Dean remained silent as the man spoke. "And how long has it been since your last confession?"

"I’ve never been to confession," Dean told the man simply. He was shocked to see terror filled eyes shoot up and across the space to look at him. Dean knew the look in the man's eyes, he was remembering something, something that put the fear of God into him. Dean kept that little pun to himself.

"Hey, Pardre you okay?" Dean asked, the man blinked his eyes, slowly coming back to himself, but Dean could see he was moving away from the little window.

"I'm sorry Alec, just a bad case of deja-vu." Dean frowned at the name and let the man finish.

"Sorry about the deja-vu, but do you mind me asking who Alec is?"

Command Centre, Terminal City
Saturday
0915

Battle planning was something that Alec hadn't been well versed in. He had the basics down and a little extra from his special ops training, but he had primary been used for assassinations. His strength was in a one or two man attack, silent and unseen. It was actually surprising to him that Max was so good at it. Most of the conversation so far had been between her, Mole and Jason. Boredom was close to setting in when Dalton came into the room a second after he knocked.

"Um, sorry to interrupt but we are getting some odd reports over the radio," the small transgenic said looking to Alec first and then to Max. Only after that did he take in the rest of the group.

"Well spit it out kid, we ain't got all day," Mole said, waving his cigar at the boy.

"Right, well it seems that White's people think that they are closing in on Alec," he said and everyone that was gathered at the table turned to look at Alec as one.

He frowned, then patted himself. "Well I'm me, and I'm here so that is odd."

"I think we should take a look into this," Max said, her face twisted into one of her best bitch faces.

He figured she was thinking about Ben, X5-493 his oh so crazy, loveable, and dead clone, and he so didn't want to go there at the moment. Neither of them had fond memories of that time, besides she had killed him, and fixing a snapped neck wasn't something that even Manticore had mastered yet.

"It could be another transgenic," Jewel offered from her end of the table, Alec shrugged but knew that he wasn't going to be able to have them just sit back and chill. Besides, it was his face that was currently under Ames White's magnifying glass, the least he could do was to look into it.

"Where was he sighted?" Alec asked finally, figuring that distance would be the most important matter right now.

"Sector Four, at some church. He and another man, from the description he's almost as tall as Joshua."

"So they could be freaks like us," Gem said playfully with a smile. "We've poked our heads into worse for a lot less."

Nods slowly joined and Alec shook his head, Max was silent beside him and he knew that the mention of a church was bothering her. In that moment he also knew that he wouldn't be able to keep her in the safe walls of the city.

"So who should we send?" he asked already knowing the answer.

"I'm going," Max said beside him. At first he shook his head, but he knew it would be pointless to fight with her over this. Finally he just nodded and looked over to Jamie.

"Think you are up to a little trip outside?" He knew that she could cover the two of them with her powers while away from her twin.

"It would be my pleasure. Perhaps one more?" she offered and it was Mole that spoke up.

"The rest of us need to get ready around here, you will be brining in two unknowns. You know the drill."

Jamie nodded her understanding. "I shall go and get ready to leave," she said before nodding to her brother.

"Meet in ten at the south exit," Max told her, nodding to Mole and Alec before also leaving to get ready for the trip.

"So, back to work or a stake out while we wait for another Alec look alike?" Alec asked as he clapped his hands leaning over the table.

Father Destry Office, Church of Our Sacred Lady
Saturday
1000

Dean had been glad the Father had been willing to cancel his plans for the rest of the morning, he had made apologizes to the few people waiting and promised to be back later on in the day. Sam and Dean had slipped into his office as he made his way back to them. Dean kicked back in his chair while Sam stayed leaning in a corner.

"Sorry about the wait," Destry said a he came into the room, closing the door behind him, moving over to his chair and sitting down before finally taking a good look at Dean. "It's remarkable, I'm sorry but you just...you remind me of someone I know."

Dean noted that the fear in his eyes wasn't from the same person, his tone of voice gave away the difference. Dean wasn't sure if he should put that in the pro or con list yet.

"You talking about the dude on the TV?" Dean asked, watching the man's eyes for a long moment before he finally responded.

"Perhaps, there are a lot of men on TV now a days and I don't watch TV."

"Hum, well it appears that he's superhuman, and held up in the middle of your nice city here. Does that ring a bell? And oh, he looks just like me."

"Dean," came Sam's worried plea from the back wall.

"Oh come on Sammy, if he was gonna call the cops he would have already. He hasn't and he clearly knows something, even if he isn't being truthful about it all." He could see the Father tense up and Dean figured it was time to take pity on him. He turned back to the other man and smiled softly. "Look, a friend of yours sent us to you, said that you could help us out. I'd just like to know why my handsome face is so scary for ya."

"Not everyone is interested in you Dean," Sam reminded him and sent the Father a silent apology. He hoped that he wouldn't end up in Hell by association.

"But no one can resist my charm," he returned cheerfully to his brother. Turning his attention back to Father Destry, smile still intact. "So what do you say, wanna share with the class?"

Outside Church of Our Sacred Lady, Sector Four
Saturday
1100

"Target is exiting the building."

"Keep them in range, do not let them spot you. All units are to follow."

"Acknowledged."

White nodded as he put down the radio, he hadn't been expecting this to be so easy. 494 had sadly proven to be quite hard to kill, despite a number of attempts made by White himself and his men. The man was simply like a cockroach that refused to die. It had become a thorn in Ames side for a few months now. The radio was sending reports every few moments, the other man was still with 494 and he wondered just who it was. Another mistake he was sure, they tended to travel in packs.

That was the problem with the normal agents and cops actually bringing any down or in for questioning. They stood no chance, it was frustrating to work with the humans on matters like this. 494 seemed to have picked a new shelter. White smirked evilly, it was time to take care of this problem for good, before it became out of hand. Before he failed again.

"Wait for my command and then move in for the take down."

A minute later the car came to a stop, and he got out, Otto doing the same a few seconds later.

"Take up position with the men, I will join you shortly," he stated as a second car pulled up. Ames could sense the desire for the human to speak up. Instead 'Of course sir,' was the reply he was given and he was alone when the familiar walked over. He had called in a favour from an old ally.

"Fen'es tol."

"Fen'es tol," came the reply to the greeting. "You have acquired the target?"

"It appears that way, dead or alive, doesn't matter here. I would prefer death." There was a pause between the two men. "Painfully if possible."

"I shall try to fill those requirements," the larger man promised. He fell into step behind White as they made their way over to the building. Questioning eyes met the new addition but no one spoke up, they were used to White bringing in someone that in the end helped secure the package. The fact that it was never the same person didn't seem to bother most of the men.

"You and your men will wait here. Keep the building secure, nothing in and out. Keep your radios on channel three," he ordered before nodding and the two Familiars followed 494's trail inside the building.

Abandoned Building, Sector Four
Saturday
1115

"Dean, all I'm saying is that I don't think we should rush into this like we are," Sam grounded out from between clenched teeth. His brother had been unstoppable since he had seen his face on the evening headlines.

"No Sam, I'm not stopping until I have some answers. Don't you want some?" he asked. Dean moved around the small space, making sure that the space would work for the time being until they attempted to take the map the Father had drawn for them and try and make their way into what he had called Terminal City. The man had been more then helpful. Once they had agreed that Dean wasn't going to try and kill him they had gotten along pretty well, at least Dean thought so.

"Of course I do, but is it really worth all this risk?"

"I think your partner has a valid point," came a voice from behind them.

Both brothers spun around surprised they hadn't heard someone sneaking up on them, let alone two. Dean was already in front of Sam, taking in the two men that were across from him. One was about average, right down to the nice suit that he was wearing, he was the one with the mouth and Dean kept an eye on him as he looked at the other man. He was, well in one word, a brick. The man had to work out almost every minute of the day he wasn't poking his head into other people's business.

"And I don't think you were invited."

Sam remained silent beside him but both the brothers felt the static that was in the air. These weren't normal people just out for a stroll, there was something unnatural about them. They both knew that it was better if Dean took the lead at the moment.

"Come on now 494, what did you think would happen if you left the safe walls of your freak city?"

"First off buddy, the name is Dean, not some number. And second, I think its time for your meds."

"Always with the smart mouth." The shorter man waved forward and the brick of a man moved towards Dean. He moved to the left, away from Sam giving them both space to fight if it came down to it. "But I do not have the time or energy today, forgive me but I think I will just kill you. Good-bye 494."

"Stop calling me that," Dean growled at the man who was at this point looking at Sam, already making his way over to his brother. Knowing that his brother could hold his own Dean turned his attention back to his own problem.

Dean didn't know how the man had gotten so close to him so quickly, he also didn't see the blow the man sent his way, but he sure as hell felt the fist that plowed into his face. He grunted as he flew backwards, stopping only when he flipped over a desk.

Another grunt coming from him as his shoulders and head hit the floor. Supernatural, check: Dean thought to himself as he rolled to his feet, the larger man moving towards him. He used the desk for momentum and swung himself across the short space, slamming both feet into the guys chest. He didn't go down but he did take a few steps backwards, enough room for Dean to move in.

Years of practice against his brother and father had told him just how to deal with someone larger than himself, he landed blows quickly. The other man was not even winded as he reached out and grabbed Dean's arm. The man turning it slowly, and painfully, Dean bucked his arm knowing if he kept that up it would break. Managing to free it with a quick two punch to the man's nose. With his free right hand, he twisted his arm free of his the man's grasp. The man was already shaking off the blows and charging Dean again. He sent a solid kick that did nothing and he used his right arm again to blow a punch to the man's chest. His left hand fumbled for a knife before there was another pair of hands on his arms holding him. It was a shock to say the least, he struggled against the hold, twisting and turning in the hold but the man holding him wasn't letting go.

Dean had fought supernatural creatures before, but this guy. It was unnatural, it was almost like he didn't feel pain. It was becoming a pain in the ass, it meant he had to figure out how to kill him and quickly. The lack of movement is what caused Dean to catch sight of his brother laying silent and still on the floor, the other man kicking him over and pulling a gun free of its holster. In that second Dean lost it.

No, I just got him back. You can't take him.

Using all his strength, he broke from the man's hold. There was no fumbling this time as he went for a knife before diving at the bigger man, knowing if he wanted to get out of this and help his brother he had to level the playing field. The knife went in deep and true, sliding between the rib bones and piercing the man's heart. Both Dean and the large man looked at the sight. The other man looking at it in complete shock, his hands going to the knife in his chest, his knees failing him. Dean kept moving without a second thought, dodging the falling man. He left the knife in the man for the moment, he had others. He found himself facing off against the leader, who had turned the gun on Dean. At least Sam was safe for the moment, and once he finished up with this man he'd check on him.

Their eyes met and Dean felt his face curl in anger, this was the man that had hurt his brother. "Gonna kill you for touching him."

"I'd like to see you try," the man retorted, seemingly unbothered by the dead co-worker only four feet from them.

Dean was the first to move this time, closing the distance and kicking the gun out of the other man's hands. While the first man had been used for brute strength, which was showcased by the already swelling eye that Dean knew he was sporting this man was slim and smaller, clearly meant for speed. Blows were traded and Dean knew that this wasn't going to be a fight he would win without help. He scored an uppercut before going for a second knife, going with what he knew worked over his own gun. The man only grinned at him, wiping the blood from his lower lip. The two fighters had come to a pause across from each other, Dean now in front of his brother again. Dean disliked the fact that he was the only one breathing heavy, the other man seemed to be ready for another ten rounds.

"Can't you just be like your friend over there and play dead already?" Dean snorted as he twisted the knife around, the blade laying lengthwise down his arm, the attack this time came from the other man and Dean was twisting trying to avoid blows when one slipped past his defences and he went down hard. Or perhaps the wall he slammed into did, he wasn't really sure at the moment what had happened, all he remembered was it hurt like a SOB and he knew that he had lost another knife. He was pretty sure that he passed out for a second since the next thing he knew the man was holding his head by the tips of his hair, talking at him like most bad guys did. Dean groaned involuntarily, hand already going for his gun, unwilling to attempt to reach the distance for his knife.

The man let go of his hair and he slammed back into the wall, grunting again before he heard the welcome sound of shattering glass. The animalistic roar that came from the man he had just been fighting, was again welcome. It meant that the man's attention would be focused elsewhere, which meant that Dean had time to get back whatever strength he had and get his gun. Too bad his body had other thoughts.

Grunts and the sound of fighting was what brought Dean back into the world of the living, gasping into his teeth he rolled onto his stomach. Sammy, Sammy was hurt. Got to fight, got to protect him. Got to get up. He willed himself, repeating it to himself as he pushed himself up, first to his knees and then slowly and unsteadily back onto his legs. Leaning into the wall, kept himself up right as the world swayed around him, his head spinning. Both were wobbling far too much for his liking. He could make out three people fighting, their arms and legs were like blurs and Dean figured if they were kicking that guy's ass then he was fine for the moment. He'd probably even help out once the room righted itself finally.

All the same, he pulled his gun out and having enough of the fighting for the day, he closed his eyes. The spinning stopped for the most part and he pointed the gun up at the ceiling and pulled the trigger. A second later opened his eyes and pointed the gun at the man. The other two, who were both female took a large step backwards away from the man.

"This is how this is going to work," he said after a few seconds, everyone silent in the room and looking at him.

"You are in no position to give demands 494."

"What did I say about calling me that?" Dean asked, thankful for the spinning to have finally stopped. He pushed off the wall and took a step forward to the man. "I don't really care what position I'm in, yours is worse, so this is what you are going to do. It's really simple, I think even you can follow these instructions." He heard the two females talking to the side of him and didn't care at the moment how they managed to move silently. Maybe it was something in the local water.

"You are going to leave, and I'm never going to see you again."

"I doubt that very much 494."

Dean would later blame the man's lack of listening ability for the reason why he did what he did next. Reality was it just felt good. The man didn't cry out in pain as the bullet hit his shoulder. Dean was almost disappointed in that.

"Next bullet is for your head, do we have an understanding?"

The man was finally looking at someone else. Dean tracked the line of sight back to a beautiful brunette, the one that had also been on TV with his twin and the name seemed to make sense. Figures that the government would be able to find him anywhere he went.

"Have you finally given it up to him 452? Fallen into line under the commander 494."

"Whatever you need to think White, but I have to agree with him. I think it's time for you to leave, and make sure to pick up your buddies outside before you go."

The man still didn't move, calculating the possibilities of taking all three of them. Dean cocked the gun, unnecessary, but it had the desired effect. The man finally turned and left. Dean waited until he was sure he was out of sight before turning the gun around to face the two woman.

"You got about five seconds before you get the same taste of what I just gave Mr.Nuts-oh," he promised them both. The chick from TV was silent, just staring at him in shock and he looked to the second woman. She was a little shorter than the first, but seemed to try and make up for it in personality. Her hair was short and seemed to be a rainbow of colours.

"I'm Jamie, this is Max. We heard that you could use some help."

Dean wrinkled his nose, he glanced over his shoulder and figured if they were going to attack they would have already. He flicked the safety back onto his gun and slid it home before turning his back to the women and moving to Sam. He dropped down beside his brother and felt for a pulse, sighing in relief when he found a strong beat against his fingers. He checked his brother quickly for any sign of trauma. Besides the butt gun shaped mark on his forehead, he seemed fine and Dean could feel his anger growing again.

"Sam," he called, poking his brother like they had when they were younger. "SAM!" he yelled. Knowing that they didn't have the time for this right now, he lightly slapped his brother's cheek. He heard a moan in protest and a few seconds later his brother jolted upright, hands going to his head. Dean wondered if he had been too quick on judging how bad off his brother was. "You okay Sammy?"

"Dean? What happen?"

"Not right now Sammy, we got to get going."

"Where we going?" his brother asked and Dean looked back at the two woman who were talking to one another now.

"I think we are getting a first class trip to Terminal City, Sammy." He smiled widely, letting relief hit him when he heard Sam's groan in a different kind of pain from his comment.

Unknown Location
Saturday
1200

"Mistress you called for me?"

"White has failed, the changes are taking place, I need to call a meeting. Make sure those that need to be here are alerted."

"Yes Mistress, of course. When would you like them to arrive?"

"Tonight, tell them that it is of the up-most importance, also contact Ames. Tell him I wish to speak with him."

"Yes Mistress,"