You Won't Believe The Things I've Seen

Damn Winchesters

Nick Fury had been hearing the rumors for a long time, but now he knew they were all true. And after a few phone calls, he knew the guys he needed to get if he were to train his team to battle the supernatural. Now all that he needed was someone to go recruit them...

"Agent Romanov, please report to my office," the director asked over the intercom. Soon the assassin was standing in his conference room. "You wanted to see me?" Fury turned to look at her. "Yes. I want you to get two guys." She shrugged her shoulders, "Sure, sounds easy enough.

"That's what all the other agents had said. "I want those men in my office and on my side. We need to build a stronger team, and they're our best shot."

"Okay. So what's the plan?" Fury leaned in closer, staring at her with his one good eye. "Here's what you're gonna do..."

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Sam and Dean sat at a bar drinking a beer and talking. Dean kept eyes this one red head from across the bar, and she kept eyeing him back. Soon she made her way over to the both of them.

"Good evening gentlemen," she spoke in a calm voice. "Evening ma'am," they both said in unison. "Excuse me, you two wouldn't mind helping me out, would you?" the woman asked, batting her long eyelashes. Dean turned on his stool. "Depends on what you need help with," he said. "Oh I was having car troubles, and this was the nearest place. I came in here looking for the nicest guy, and it looks like I found two of them," she said propping herself against the bar. Dean smiled, "In that case, you just lucked out. C'mon Sammy, I might need your help." Sam sighed, setting down his beer and following his older brother. She walked to the farthest corner of the small parking lot, closest to the dark alley.

"So where's the car?" Dean asked. She stopped walking and turned around. "There is no car," she said in a monotone. Sam's eyes furrowed, and his hand was slowly inched its way towards the gun on his hip , "I came here on behalf of work."

Dean asked, "What kind of work do you do?" She smiled at him and said, "That's classified until you agree" Dean looked her up and down," What makes you think we're gonna agree to something we know nothing about?"

"I have my own ways," she said with sly smile. In an instant she grabbed both of their guns, pressing then against the wall. "Sonofabitch," Dean muttered as his back was pressed against the wall. "I tried negotiating with you, but you refused." Sam scoffed, "You call that negotiating?"

In an instant, Sam and Dean lunged forward, both grabbing her arms. She tried to fight back, but couldn't shake them off. She felt something cold and metal lock around her wrists, and suddenly she couldn't move away from a street light.

"Look, we don't know what you are, but I guarantee you that we're not gonna work with whoever you are. You're the fifth guy who's asked us this within the month. News flash, we're not interested. So you can tell your boss to go crawl back from wherever he came!" With that the two men left her in the alley, walking side by side to their impala.

The climbed into their respective doors. "I can't believe people," Sam said as Dean started the engine. "Good evening gentlemen," a man spoke from the back seat. Both brothers whipped around, guns pointed at the intruder.

"No need for violence, I just want to talk." "Get outta my car, then we'll talk," Dean demanded. "Fair enough gentlemen," he said and got out. When Sam and Dean didn't follow, he leaned down to speak. "Aren't you going to join me?"

"Don't have to. S'our car, so we get to stay in it." The man sighed, "Fair enough. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Agent Coulson," he said holding out his hand. Dean reluctantly took his hand and said, "I'm-" but was cut off. "We know who you are, Dean and Sam Winchester." The brothers expressions went south and the car zoomed away without another word, wheels spinning out as they left the parking lot. "Damn it," he said as he pulled out his phone.

"I know what you're gonna say, so let me say it for you. I fucked up." Fury sighed, "So they got away again?" "Yes sir." Another sigh. "You want something done right, you gotta do it yourself." Why did those damn Winchesters have to be so uncooperative?