Supernatural and NCIS

Chapter 1

"Grab your gear. We got another body." Tony, Ziva and McGee immediately pick up their bags and follow their boss to the elevator. 

The crime scene showed all the evidence of the perp that is running team Gibbs in circles. As soon as they would get close to the killer he would end up the next vic. All the vics that they thought to be the killer were the same,  stabbed through the heart and sulfur at all the crime scenes. The rest had their necks snapped, sulfur there too. The victims have nothing in common besides the marine core. Some  men, some women, all different races, different rankings, some were well liked, others not. There was also evidence that the vics were all in a fight before they died.

"I just don't understand, Ziva. I mean we have been on this case for 3 weeks, 13 bodies and we're not even close!" Tony exclaims as he gets his camera out to begin photographing the crime scene. "I too am very confused. How is it we do not even have a suspect at this point?" Ziva answers.

"Because he's good. But we'll get him." Gibbs says as he walks past them on his way to Ducky. "How is it that he has so much confidence still?" Ziva asks.

"It's in the coffee!" Gibbs yells back with out even turning around.

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"So I took a big chance at the high school dance with a missy who was ready to play Was it me she was foolin'? 'Cause she knew what she was doin' Taught me how to walk this way She told me to Walk this way, walk this way" 

"Dean!"

"What Sammy? Have I ever wrecked my baby, ever? No, so relax"

"How can I relax when you are playing air guitar instead of driving?"

"I am driving!"

"Whatever. We still need to figure out why there's demons left and right in D.C."

"And why they are possessing only marines?"

"I don't know Dean, but I don't like being in D.C. We're still dead to the feds and we don't want to go on the run again."

"I know that, but we can't just let these people die." Dean sighs and stares at the road for a few seconds. "Why would Crowley be sending all these demons here? Shouldn't he be a little pre-occupied with Amara."

"You're right Dean, but he's not answering his phone and he's not coming when we summon him so I don't know what could be going on."

"So what we just keep finding the demons and killing them?"

"That's all we can do for now."

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As Special Agent Gibbs made his way over to Ducky he was also questioning why today of all days he had the confidence that they would soon find their suspect. When he got to the body, Ducky had just discovered the time of death of the deceased. "Whacha' got Duck?" 

"Well Jethro I can tell you that this young man met his untimely demise approximately six hours ago. Stab wound barley grazed the heart, and judging by the wounds on his hands and face he was in a bit of a squabble before he died."

Gibbs sighed and rubbed his face, "Same as all the rest." He paused for a few seconds, " Alright Duck, thanks." As Gibbs said this something caught Ducky's eye. "That's odd."

"What?"

"His jaw, it shouldn't be in that position unless something was in it." Ducky leaned over and carefully opened his mouth. He pulled out a wad of paper, looked at Gibbs and slowly opened it. He read the contents aloud: "Dean Winchester"