Ensemble - The Possibly a Demon Job

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Fandom: Supernatural/Leverage
Title: The Possibly a Demon Job
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Team Leverage, the Winchester brothers, and Bela Talbot. Mentions of Dean/Parker and Eliot/Bela.
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: In which Team Leverage meets the Winchester brothers.
Author’s Note: Written for liliaeth for xoverexchange.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Dean Devlin and Eric Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.



The last time Eliot saw Bela, she shot him.

“That was a warning shot. Try it again, and you’ll lose more than a shoulder.”

He’d been pissed at the time. In fact, he had come pretty close to getting violent with her, even if that wasn’t normally his MO. There were too many lives at risk and she was playing petty games with those lives. When they parted ways, he never wanted to see her again. And that included seeing her sitting in a booth at McRory’s with a guy he didn’t recognize at her side.

He could have just ignored her. He should have ignored her.

Only her eyes met his and he couldn’t pretend that he didn’t see her. There was no way out of it. He took a breath before heading over to her, not sitting, just standing at the edge of her table. “What are you doing here, Bela?”

She swallowed, hard. Then she muttered four words that never came easy to Bela Talbot. Ever.

“I need your help.”

So he did what he had to do. He sat down and listened.

An hour later, he was even more convinced that Bela Talbot was an insane woman and she had a habit of getting in over her head that Eliot really didn’t like. “Are you insane?”

“Oh, like you haven’t organized a jail break before.”

She also had a habit of doing that, which only pissed him off more. “Those times were different.”

“Why? Because they were courtesy of orders from the US government, or because they were for friends?” she raised an eyebrow. “I’m willing to pay you all an obscenely large amount of money to pull this off, Eliot. I thought you were one of the good guys now.”

“Yeah. And that involves not breaking into federal prisons to get people out.”

“Dude. It’s not like we haven’t escaped from prison—ow!” Sam, Bela’s tall friend, fixed her with a glare after she elbowed him in the side. “What? There’s no way to do this legally. We can’t prove that Dean isn’t the serial killer that everyone thinks he is. So the only other option is to get him out.”

Eliot held up his hand for a moment. “Let me do some digging … ”

“But—”

“Let me do some digging,” Eliot repeated, fixing Sam with a glare, before turning back to Bela. “And I’ll let you know.”

Sam huffed. Eliot was really starting to not like this guy. “Fine,” he muttered, before both he and Bela started to get up. They slid out of the booth, and as Bela was passing Eliot a card with her number on it, and another voice entered the group.

“Sam?”

“Parker?”

Eliot and Bela’s eyes met over the table, and Eliot couldn’t help but groan. “Are you kidding me?!”

“Well,” Bela quipped. “Seems it really is a small world after all.”

***

As far as Parker was concerned, it was simple.

“We need to steal Dean.”

No one else seemed to really agree with her.

“Parker. Dean is in a federal secure facility. We can’t just steal him.” Nate was pinching the bridge of his nose, which was a gesture that usually was associated with when he had a Parker-induced headache. She didn’t mean to give him a headache—she just didn’t see what the problem was. They had stolen more serious things before.

“We stole the Department of Defense. Dean’s just one itty bitty person. How is that so hard?”

“Parker, what part of ‘Federal facility’ do you not understand?” Hardison sighed, raising an eyebrow. “Never mind the fact that they just updated their security. That place is pretty much, inescapable.”

“So we don’t break him out. We con him out,” Parker said, snatching the clicker out of Hardison’s hand and starting to page through Dean’s police record again. It was wrong. It had to be wrong. Dean wasn’t a serial killer. “There has to be some kind of evidence that we can use to get him out.”

“If there is, we’re not going to find it here. We need more information.”

Eliot sighed, before running a hand over his face. “I’ll go talk to Bela and Sam.”

“I’ll go with you!”

“No,” Nate interrupted. “I need you to go to the jail with Sophie and talk to Dean. I’ll go with Eliot to see Sam.”

Parker paused for a moment, before frowning. “This isn’t going to go well, is it?”

Eliot squared his jaw, before shaking his head. “No, probably not.”

***

Dean had been in jail for about a week. It had been a long, uncomfortable week. Dean didn’t like to spend any time in prison, but he was just considering himself lucky that they hadn’t shipped him off to death row yet. He wasn’t happy that he was forced to leave his brother alone with Bela, but he figured that if anything, the guilt will keep her from getting Sam killed. He had already proved his own in the yard, his lawyer was smoking hot, and the food wasn’t half bad. All in all, Dean’s life didn’t completely suck.

Especially when it involved surprise visits from his lawyer.

He strutted into the room like the cat that ate the canary, but when he turned to face the people in question, his jaw dropped. He couldn’t help it. One of them was the last person in the world he would have ever expected to be his lawyer, sitting there with a giant grin on her face like she knew some kind of fantastic secret that she was going to have to let him in on. It took him a few moments to just stare at her, before the word slipped out, barely higher than a whisper.

“Parker?”

“Hi Dean!” she said brightly.

“What are you doing here?”

He could swear that if she was any more excited she might start bouncing. “We’re your lawyers.”

It wasn’t that he was disappointed. Parker and her dark haired friend were both equally hot, and Parker was prone to surprise nudity. But the fact that she was his lawyer didn’t mean that he was going to do all that well in court. Last he checked, Parker was still a thief. Thieves did not lawyers make.

“Seriously?”

Parker just kept grinning. “C’mon. You gotta at least be a little excited about this.”

Dean paused for a moment, before shaking his head and sliding into the seat across from her. “What are you doing here?”

“Don’t buy the lawyer bit?” the brunette said with a bit of a smirk. “You are smarter than you look.”

Dean glared at her for a moment, before responding. “And you are?”

“This is Sophie. She’s part of my family.” Dean’s eyes turned back to Parker and they softened for a minute.

“Good for you, Parker.”

She grinned back at him, before continuing. “Bela and Sam hired us. We’re here to get you out.”

And then he frowned again. He wasn’t following her. At all. “You’re going to break me out of prison?”

“Not break out so much as … find you a loophole,” Sophie replied, before pulling out her notepad. “We need you to tell us everything that happened as part of your arrest.”

“Everything?” he asked, the question directed more at Parker than anything else.

“It’s okay,” she nodded. “They know.”

Dean nodded for a moment, before shifting to face them both a little more. “Okay. Let’s take it from the top.”

***

Bela could tell simply by the way Sam was clenching his jaw that this wasn’t going to end well. Eliot’s boss, Nate, wasn’t all that accommodating to the whole idea of the supernatural, and Sam was starting to withdraw. She herself had spoken up a few times to cut Nate off, but they didn’t seem to be gaining any ground. She’ll even admit that she was getting a little sick of it herself.

“Are you trying to help us or mock us?” she said, taking a sip from her wine glass. “I can say how this line of questioning is helpful, Mr. Ford.”

“You’re telling us that ghosts and demons are real, and that your brother was framed for the murder of a shapeshifting creature. You really expect a sane person to believe that?”

“We’re standing right here and talking to you,” she replied. “But maybe if you don’t trust our judgment, you’ll trust his.”

Three sets of eyes fell on Eliot, and she knew that she was putting him in an awkward position. It was a choice between following Bela’s lead, or following Nate’s. She also knew that he had no reason to trust her, no matter what their relationship had been before, and every reason to side with his boss. But this was their mess that they needed to fix and Eliot and his ragtag band of heroes were her best shot.

Eliot looked back at her, watching her for a moment, before he nodded. “They’re not lying. There’s some bad shit out there, Nate. I’ve seen it.”

“There’s enough bad in this world from the people to have to worry about the supernatural as well.”

“Where do you think all the big bad things that go bump in the night come from?” Bela asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “Humanity impacts the world in more ways than just global warming.”

Nate watched her for a moment, before glancing between the two of them. “And why should we help you? You haven’t given us any reason to trust you.”

“Frankly, Mr. Ford, neither have you,” she replied. “But I haven’t shot you yet, and Sam hasn’t run off to try and do this on his own. I think we’ve earned a little quid pro quo.”

Nate was quiet again for a moment, hand moving to his lips as he considered all this, before reaching for his coat and slipping it on. “We’re still working on it. We’ll be in touch.”

The two men left, and Bela watched them go, waiting for the door to close before speaking. “You kept surprisingly quiet.”

Sam shook his head as he moved up behind her. “Didn’t have anything to say. Would have loved to hit him, though. Just once.”

“Save it for after he gets your brother out of prison, yeah?”

He smirked, before heading back towards his computer. “We’ll see how it goes.”

***

“So. We have a plan.”

“We have a plan,” Nate repeated as he settled next to her, leaning back against the table. “It’s not my favorite plan, but it is a plan.”

Sophie was quiet, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she looked over the plans again. “We’re doing a good thing, Nate. If everything that Parker’s told me is true, these boys have helped a lot of people.”

“Don’t tell me you’re buying this too.”

“What’s there to buy?” Sophie said with a shrug. “There are bad things out there. You can’t deny that you’ve always wondered where all those stories came from. You have to admit, they’re likely to be based in a little truth.”

“A little, maybe, but not something this unexplainable.”

“Parker believes them.”

“It’s Parker, Sophie.”

“Yes, but … Dean means a lot to her and she trusts him. You know how hard it is for Parker to trust. There has to be something about him that is inherently good, or she would have run the other way a long time ago.”

Nate was quiet for a long moment, before running a hand through his hair. “I never said we wouldn’t do it.”

“I know. But you could not ride his brother quite so hard. They are just trying to help.”

Nate was quiet again for a moment, before moving forward and pointing at one of the spots on the blueprints. “Are you sure that this is going to be a good place for an extraction?”

Sophie sighed, before moving forward to meet him. Well, at least she tried.

***

Sam would be the first one to admit that for a while, he didn’t think they’d be able to pull it off. When they were told by Nate to get out of the state and go to ground, he was pretty sure that this was all going to blow up in their faces. But two days later, all eight of them were crammed into a motel room, toasting the successful release of Dean from prison. A few hours from now, Dean and Sam were going to have to hit the road, but for right now, they were huddled in the back with Parker, playing catch up.

“Gin!”

And Gin Rummy.

“Dude, that was four in a row,” Dean protested. “Are you seriously playing it straight?”

“No,” Parker snorted. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“How do you—” Sam began, before shaking his head and tossing his cards back into the middle of the table. “Never mind.”

“My deal!” she said cheerily before scooping up the cards and starting to shuffle and deal them out again. Sam smirked as his eyes wandered over to where Nate and Sophie were standing nearby. He hesitated for a moment, before pushing up from his seat.

“I’m grabbing a beer. You want one?”

Dean nodded, and gave some offhand comment, but Sam was already gone, moving across the room so that he was standing in front of them. He slid his hands in his pockets, before giving them a small smile. “Thanks for this. Really. I owe you one.”

“Least we could do,” Sophie replied before Nate could. “A friend of Parker’s is a friend of ours—no matter how strange their profession.”

He smirked a bit, before nodding. “Well, if you ever run into something that’s more in our area of expertise, you know where to find us.”

“Sure,” Nate nodded with a smirk of his own. “We run into something that could possibly be a demon, and we’ll give you a call.”

Sam nodded again. “Good.” He went to get the two beers, before heading back to the table. “Alright, Parker,” he sighed as he settled into his seat. “No cheating this time.”

“Not even a little bit?”

“It’s not fair.”

She pouted for a moment, before starting to go through her cards. “You two never let me have any fun.”