I Have Loved This

Chapter one

"I came here to help you dull minded people, but in all honesty I'm feeling so attacked right now," He complained to the group that formed a semi-circle around him.

"We are at The White House of the United States of America, the very heart and symbol of the US Dean Winchester put your trousers on," his slightly agrivated brother, Samuel 'Sam' Winchester, said as he tryed to hand Dean the neatly folded pile of clothes on the table.

"What for?"

"Your client," an older man in the semi circle said.

Dean only knew two of the men in the circle, his brother and his brother's fiancée Gabriel Novek the other three including the old man seemed to keep everything from him even their names. They even stud identically so he could not deduce anything from them, nothing. All his mind could prossess was the facts he knew of his brother, his soon-to-be brother-in-law, and the few facts of the case he was allowed to know. He cringed at the thought of the others knowing something that he could not, these people unknown to him keeping secrets from him. Keeping secrets from him of all people the great Detective Dean Winchester, the one who could know everything about everyone with only one passing glance.

"And my client is?" Dean said harshly almost sending a look that could kill at his brother.

"Take a look around and make a deduction, it musn't be that hard. For it isn't every day you're invited to the White house on offical case buissness," another one in the circle piped in.

"Listen here Brit, I don't have to look around and make a deduction or take orders from someone from a different country."

"Dean, that 'Brit' you must treat with respect," Gabriel said in a calm tone in a slight effort to calm him enough to put his clothes on.

"I'd much prefer you don't call me 'Brit'," the Brit spoke.

"Well then sweety-pie, what would you like me to call you sugar?" Dean said as if he were talking to a little baby.

"For starters my name would be a good start."

"And that name would be?"

Sam gave his brother a look that anyone could read as, 'Honey will you come out of the closet already you've found the edge of Narnia already' or 'Could you be any more of a stryotypical gay.' Ether reading would be correct givin that he's wanted to say that to his brother for years now.

"Balthazar, my name is Balthazar. Head of the British MI6."

"I don't care if you're the bloody queen of England BRIT, why are you here? Who is everyone else? What the hell does this have to do with my case? Why is this sheet so damn ichy? And WHO THE HELL IS MY DAMN CLIENT?" Dean said, wrapping the sheet covering him closer to his body.

"You are smart enough to make that deduction yourself now, put your clothes on!" Sam said to his brother who was acting signifigantly younger then he actually was.

"No," He yelled back. "Now children if you'll excuse me I have actual work to attend to." He got up from his seat and walked to the door just before Balthazar stepped on the edge of his sheet almost nearly pulling it entirly off. "Rude," he whispered under his breath, while ajusting the sheet so it was atleast above his hips.

"Dean Winchester, Put. Your. Clothes. On," Sam said once more.

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"And that is a whole childhood in a nutshell," Dean, who wasnow fully clothed and sitting on sitting on the uncomfortable thing known as a sofa.

One of the unknown people rolled their eyes as they poured their tea for themselves. He sat back with his tea cup in hand and laughed to himself.

"You don't get it do you?" He stated.

"Get what?" Dean replied then giving him a questioning look with the raise of an eyebrow.

"Why you are here?"

"I know why I'm here now, and you've also losened up enough for me to now know who you are unnamed sir. I deducted them while I was putting my clothes on."

"And the answers to those two statements are?"

"For one, the reason I'm here is part of the case the FBI was looking for something in this room and they missed it so they had their CSU come in and dust for prints, there was nothing thou not even a single print. The room had been whipped down before hand, and everything was in its original placement except for the coffee table and rug. Those two are supposed to be exactly in the center of the room but they arn't they are off by three inches and seven centemeters therefor they are hiding something within this room and hidding it well enough that the FBI will have a difficult time finding it.

And now for you Sir. By the way you stand and place all your weight on your left foot show that your left side dominate but the fact that your tea cup is being held in your right hand show that you don't have any preferance to which side dominate you are. The fact that you walk with a slight limp is one of the last reminders you have of your time in the military, about ten years ago. Around that time your wife also left you and she took your......son with you. You don't contact your ex anymore but you have had many affairs in the ten years. Is that enough or would you like me to go on?" Dean asked, putting his chin in his palm, crossing his legs, and resting his elbow on his knee. "Now who is my client?"

"All we know is two letters 'JN'. And before you call me 'Brit' just as you did to Balthazar my name is Crowley."

"Well Crowley, Balthazar, Gabriel, Sam, and people I don't know I know exactly who we are dealing with."