[ EU ] The Winchesters are in over their heads again . Another apocalypse is about to be set off , this time by a fallen angel . They receive assistance from an unlikely and unexpected source : a certain Chigaco-based Wizard for hire .

( ( I'm playing fast and loose with canon and timeline, but it's my story, so I'll write it how I like. ) ) 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; It was a windy day in Chicago when they drove into town in the Impala. Something big was going down. End of the world big, and the Winchesters were here to stop it. They treated it like any other hunt. They got a cheap hotel room. Sam broke out his laptop, and started researching lore. Dean put his ear to the ground for rumors of disappearances and the like, and found a lead to follow. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' I'm Agent Biggs, FBI. Sorry to bother you, but I was hoping to get more information about your husband's disappearance.'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; The woman older stared at him suspiciously, then said, `` I already talked to the cops.'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' Sorry, ma'am,'' Dean said with his best apologetic smile, `` But this case, it turns out to be a bit bigger in scope than they initially thought. We were asked to get involved.'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' Then why is she here?'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Dean's blood ran cold and he turned around to come face to face a very pretty blonde woman in a business suit, and a badge on her chest. *Son of a bitch, * he thought to himself. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' Who are you?'' Asked the blonde, bluntly. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' I'm no one, I was just leaving,'' Dean replied. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' He said he was with the FBI, Sergeant Murphy,'' said the older woman, with a certain vindictive pleasure. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' *Really*,'' Murphy replies, `` Well, we wo n't take up any more of your time, Mrs. Allen. I'll take the *Agent* here and fill him in on the details of the case, then speak with you later. Come along,'' she said to Dean in a tone that brooked no argument. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Dean, nonplussed, followed the small woman around the corner to an alley, still convinced he could talk his way out of this, and almost immediately found himself thrown to the ground with his arm twisted and forcing him to remain there. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' Who are you?'' Murphy demanded. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' Agent Biggs, badge in my pocket.'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Murphy twisted his arm a little farther. `` *Bullshit*, who are you really?'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' Dean Winchester,'' he gritted out. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' Winchester?!'' She said, `` What the hell is a hunter doing in Chicago?'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Of all the responses he could expect from his name to an officer of the law, that was n't one of them. `` You know who I am?'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' Yes. I'm head of Chicago PD's Special Investigations, so I keep track of most of the same things hunters do, including hunters themselves. Now, why are you in *my* city?'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' Rumors about some fallen angel trying to jump start the apocalypse. Name'Nicodemus' keeps cropping up.'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Murphy turned pale, released Dean's arm and uttered, `` *Shit*.'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Dean got up from the ground, brushed off his suit, and rolled his shoulder, `` You know the name, I take it?'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' Yeah. He's the leader a group of fallen angels, called the Order of the Blackened Denarius, here is my card,'' she said, offering her business card, `` Keep me in the loop on your investigation, and I'll try to return the favor. I suggest avoiding speaking his name.'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' We do n't normally work well with authority,'' Dean said, a bit plaintively. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' Let me rephrase that, keep me in the loop, or I run you in for impersonating an officer of the law. I'd do anyway, normally, but if *he's* in town, we have bigger problems,'' said Murphy, staring Dean down. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' Yes ma'am,'' Dean replied. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' Good. I'm going to call a friend,'' said Murphy, turning around and pulling out a phone, `` Dresden, I need you. Meet me at...'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Dean shrugged, and pulled out his own phone and called his brother. `` I got a lead, from an unexpected source.'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' Oh?'' Sam replied. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' Yeah. Some officer chick. Head of Chicago's Special Investigation. She's in the loop about hunters.'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' You went out to check a lead and got caught by a cop? How are you not locked up?'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' I mentioned Nicky was in town and she went to phone a friend, and that if he was, she was more concerned about him than me impersonating,'' Dean answered, `` Anyway, she told me Nicky was the leader of a group called'The Order of the Blackened Denarius'.'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' I'll get researching then. Come back to the hotel, and we'll compare notes.'' 
 
 *** 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Dean walked into the hotel room and flopped onto a chair. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' You look more beat up than I expected,'' Sam observed. `` What happened?'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' Cop chick threw me to the ground,'' Dean grumbled. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Sam stared at his brother and tried not to laugh. Really. He shook his head, then said, `` I looked into the Order you mentioned, and they are bad news. Think terrorist organization with leaders that have supernatural powers. They're responsible for a lot of atrocities, and their activities date back over a millennia. They also have fanatics that follow them. Nothing special about them except they have their tongues removed, and they're devoted to the fallen.'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Dean shuddered, `` Well, that's disturbing as hell. You find anything about what their planning in Chicago?'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' I think so. There was a break in at a local occult museum. Most of it was just junk, but there must have been something serious hidden among the junk. News did n't say anything was stolen, but I'm thinking something was. We should probably check it out.'' 
 
 *** 
 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Dean was driving as they pulled up to the little museum, which almost looked more like a pawn shop than a museum. They pulled up to the curb and parked, stepped out of the car and walked up to the museum, and Dean knocked on the door. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; The proprietor opened the door slightly then said, `` Whaddaya want? We're closed because of the break in.'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' That's what we're here, actually. I'm Agent Biggs, this is Agent Wedge,'' Dean explained flashing a badge, while Sam threw him an incredulous glance, `` FBI.'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' It's about time someone showed up. Cops did n't take me seriously at all. The most valuable piece I had in my museum stolen, and no one cares.'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' What was it?'' Asked Sam. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' The Athame of Morgan La Fey,'' answered the proprietor. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' Any details beyond that?'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' It is basically a very nice looking dagger. Silver, double edged, some Celtic knot filigree at the base of the dagger above the hilt, but there are legends that it has mysterious powers. Mind control, curses of bad fortune. Some texts even refer to it as a tool for cutting a seal, but I do n't know what that means.'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Sam and Dean schooled their faces into neutral inside, but both were alarmed by the proprietor's words. `` Thank you for your time, we'll be in touch,'' Sam said. He handed over a business card. `` Call us if you think of anything else.'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; With that, the proprietor slammed the door, locked it, then went away. Sam and Dean started walking back to the Impala, when suddenly a giant bear like monster crashed into them, sending Sam flying into a nearby wall, and pinning Dean to the ground. It growled at him. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' *Fozare! *'' a voice cried out, and suddenly the bear like monster went flying as if struck by a train. It snarled at man in the long dark coat, but ran off instead of attacking. The man in the coat stared down at Dean. `` You're in over your head, Winchester.''
