Tell me, what makes you so special.

So, this is more for my reference than anything else. I’m tossing Dean into the game all by his lonesome from this AU, and so I need to know how he would react to everyone around him, despite their canon differences. This will probably get him in loads of trouble.

I will enjoy it.

NOTE: This is a universe where the only supernatural elements are in terms of Rambaldi and his teachings, which for the most part Dean isn’t involved in. This is a verse about spies. Therefore, all “supernatural” characters (angels and demons, mostly) are being appropriated to that purpose. This list is also divided by area that the character belongs to, according to Dean.

( And cut for the sake of your flists )

[Set in newyork_groove. bound_byfate is mine to use and abuse as I choose. Set about eight years ago, right after Sam left for Stanford when Dean was feeling a little reckless. yougottatrustme, ibrought_thison, and asmymen_depart are all referenced with permission and love.]

Dean needed something to do with his time.

He had spent the past eighteen years looking after Sam. John Winchester was a smart man, and a hell of a leader for the Winchester-Campbell crime family, but father of the year he was not. Dean loved his father, but he was often more concerned with keeping his family safe than actually spending time with his family. Dean had a job. It was take care of Sam. Take care of Sam he did—in fact, he might have protected him a little more than he should. Because now Sam was gone, and Dean was alone—and to be frank, he hated every fucking minute of it.

He was in a bar on the wrong side of town, but even that side of town knew not to mess with him. They knew who he was and that trying to kick him out of their bar would just make more trouble for them than they really wanted. They were more than willing to let him have his booth in the back of the bar and drink himself into oblivion rather than cause any trouble. It’s not like he didn’t pay. At least, until she walked in.

She was wearing a tight black dress that hugged all her curves in all the right places, along with just the right flash of pale cleavage at the top. She was practically built to get his attention, and he was aware that it might have been a little too much of a coincidence, but he was a little too drunk to care at the moment, and was more than willing to try and get that cleavage to fit in the palm of his hand without getting slapped. It took way faster than he had anticipated, but he was high on endorphins and alcohol and was more than willing to follow her back to her hotel room and let her have her wicked way with him.

That had the potential to be a bad move.

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[Set in Revenge is Supernatural. somuchas_twitch is mine to use and abuse as I see fit. Set after the Season 5 finale, but Dean didn’t go back to Lisa in this verse. And … has no bearing on Fringe canon at all. Just because I don’t need to make this more complicated for myself.]

“ … You’re shitting me.”

Dean was staring at the woman across from him, trying to figure out if she was playing him, or if she was honestly that stupid. He was an escaped fugitive with a record a mile long, and she wanted him to be a fed? Dean wasn’t even entirely sure how he had gotten here, but for some reason he was faced with the most ridiculous proposal he had ever been offered.

“You want me to work for the FBI?” Agent Dunham was a crazy person. “You do know who I am, don’t you?”

He had been following a lead on a haunting that led him up to Boston. He was flying solo, mostly because he didn’t know of any other way to do it at this point. Sam was gone, Bobby was on another case, and things with Anna were … tenuous at best. He didn’t have any back up to call in. So when he got arrested for trespassing on a crime scene and pointing his gun at the same woman who had just offered him a job, he was wondering why these particular moments had happened.

Yes, he had helped. Yes, he’d managed to save her ass from a ghost that was coming at her sideways. But he still wasn’t sure that any of that was enough to make him a wise hiring choice.

“Yes,” she said with a sigh. “You’re Dean Winchester. You’re wanted for first degree murder, but given what we just went through over the past week, I’m guessing that those probably weren’t your fault.”

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So ... how does this whole mind-erasing archangel mojo work? It's been done to me before but the only way it got turned off was when Zachariah fixed it. Same true for Anna?

Dean was starting to get a bad feeling about this case.

They'd been trailing Ruby for a while now after the whole church incident, trying to keep an idea on her and what she was up to, but she was all over the map as far as victims were concerned. Dean would acknowledge that she was too good at what she did to not have some other kind of ulterior motive. There was a pattern there, but Dean just hadn't found it yet. He also knew that going in blind wasn't the smartest plan in the world, but there was a kid involved. Little eight year-old girl who Ruby had grabbed and hauled out of town like she was some kind of sacrifice to whatever Hell god she worshiped, and while Dean my not have known anything about what exactly it was Ruby was up to, but he wasn't going to take a risk on the kid's life.

He pulled the Impala up to the side of the cabin where they though the kid was being held. He could see the lights on through the window, and the small silhouette of a girl who was most likely scared out of her mind. If they could get in there and get out without alerting the demon bitch, then they would be golden. "Alright. In and out, right guys?"

Sam didn't like this. Something was just wrong. Wrong beyond the fact that Ruby had kidnapped a child because Ruby didn't kidnap people. She killed them. At least that was what Sam knew of Ruby beyond the very bad but feel good sex she shared with him that he wasn't allowed to do again. But why would she kidnap this child without doing anything else and bringing her back to the toy cabin in the woods?

"I still don't like this," he said softly. "There is something more. More than we can see and I don't like that. We should go."

"More? What more?" Alec asked. Sam knew his stuff no matter how childish in manner it may come out. He was feeling a bit edgy too. Maybe he was picking up on Sam's nerves or maybe it was the animal instinct. He wasn't sure yet.

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I'm takin' Joey to the zoo to give Lana some time off. You're on sick lady duty.

Have fun, Sasquatch.

So, Jo wants to head up to this storage locker with some stuff of her mom's, just to see what's there. I said I'd take her up.

You gonna be okay if I left you alone for a few days?