One Step Over The Line

Chapter One

She was like no woman he had ever met. She had a mouth like a drunken sailor and the body of goddess. Basically she was the female version of him. She had attitude, courage and a beauty that went beyond her great ass and warm brown eyes. He looked at the bedside table. There sat the problem. Among the scotch bottle, the knife, two nine millimeters, six condom wrappers lay a gold badge. The light from the cheap motel lamp hitting it, making it glow like the sun.

"Dean?" Sam was at the door. Damn he couldn't make himself leave. "Come on man we have to go." He couldn't leave her. Not like the others.

"Seajae…Seajae! I have to go." She rolled over.

"Tell Sam his got horrible timing."

"He already knows that." He leaned over and kissed her. "It might be awhile before I get back this way." He stroked her cheek.

"You know how to find me." She rolled over and went into her drawer and pulled out an envelope. "Happy hunting." She kissed him one more time before he grabbed his gun and went to the door and slipped out. Sam was behind the wheel so he slipped into the passenger seat.

"Sorry but we had to go."

"I know." He opened the envelope as they pulled out of the motel parking lot.

"What's that?" Dean pulled out a note.

"'You'll need a fresh start. Find me when you're willing to ask for help. Seajae.'" Pulling out some cards and papers Dean laughed.

"What?"

"Pass Ports, credit cards, driver's licenses and friggen FBI and Sheriff Badges. Little brother I think I love that woman." Sam smiled uncomfortably. He never though those words would come out of Dean's mouth. Especially since the woman he was talking about had been sent to kill him.

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(One Week Earlier)

"Sam, where the hell to you put the salt?" Dean's head was inside the trunk of the car.

"It's there I just got some at the last Wal-Mart." Dean shook his head. What had demon hunting come to when you got your supplies at friggen' Wally World. His head still buried in the trunk he heard something that sounded like a woman's chuckle as he turned his world went black. "Dean! Did you find it?" Sam yelled as he heard the trunk slam. A container of salt was flung his direction. Looking up just in time he caught it and froze. "Who the hell are you and where's my brother?"

"Dean's fine Sam. Get that salt poured and we'll talk." He would of agued with her but the shot gun she had pointed at him changed his mind.

"What do you want?" He poured the salt around the car and ended at the trunk where the blond woman stood. "Okay. Who or what are you and where's my brother."

"Seajae Mc Bride, FBI, in the trunk."

"FBI?"

"Subsidiary."

"The FBI has subsidiaries?"

"Maybe a division is more the word."

"A division. What division are you?"

"Witches, demons and poltergeists." Sam squinted.

"Like the X Files?"

"Nothing so dramatic. The things they put on television these days. I need to borrow your brother for a few days."

"Borrow Dean? Hey lady on any other day I'd say hey keep him…." The kick came and ended in less then a second. Sam was on the ground with the shot gun at his heart.

"Damn it Winchester I don't want to hurt you."

"Then please get your boot off my throat." He strained to talk. She lifted her soul a half inch.

"Now if your brother wakes up because I had to dick around with you for an eternity the out come will be on your head. Now get up slowly and piss me off again Sam you will be in the trunk with your brother."

"Okay. Just tell me what this is about."

"I need your brother to get in good with a demon. He has a price on dean's head. If I bring him back dead he's worth more."

"An FBI agent who kills people and gives them to demons. What in the hell is the world coming to?"

"Just get in the car." The shot gun going off past his ear made him jump. He tuned to see the wild haired demon he and Dean had been tracking. "Your welcome." She shoved Sam into the driver's seat from the passenger's side and slid in next to him. "Drive Sam." He started the car and headed down the road.

"Agent McBride, please tell me what the hell is going on?"

"I'm not going to hurt either of you. I just need to borrow your brother's body for few days. Kill him, get to the demon, kill him and resurrect Dean and you two can go on your marry way." Sam looked at the woman.

"Did you just escape the loony bin lady because in my world that's not going to happen?"

"I knocked Dean out because you're the sensible one. I thought you'd get it."

"I don't. So can I drop you somewhere so I can get my brother out of the trunk?"

"Sam, I won't lie to you I knew this wasn't going to be easy. I just hoped you'd be more cooperative."

"Apparently you didn't do your research."

"I can make him forget." She looked at him. "I can make him forget what happened in hell." Sam turned and looked at the woman.

"How?"

"Just trust me please. There's a hotel about a mile down the road. I got a room." He glared at her.

"Two beds and couch you moron."

"I need to talk to Dean. I can't make any promises. Couldn't you of just walked up to us and ask?"

"Silly me to think that's all it would take." She put her gun in her lap. "I want both of you together. Before I tell you why I need you both."

"Your really not such a bad ass are you Agent McBride?"

"I don't prey on young men on a daily basis." She looked at him. "Dean will be safe, I swear." Sam pulled into the parking lot of the motel. "Room twelve." Was all she said. He pulled in front of the room and shut off the car.

"What you said about making him forget, is it true?"

"Yes. If your brother chooses to forget what happened in hell I can make it so."

"Why wouldn't he want to forget?"

"For some people the pain is what makes them stronger. I only know what I'm told but you and your brother are stronger then any hunters before you. Even before Dean's tour in hell."

"You talk like you know." He looked into her soulful brown eyes.

"I wasn't nearly as strong as Dean and I chose to remember some." She took the keys and got out. Sam followed her to the trunk.

"He's gonna be pissed. You might want to step back." She unlocked the trunk. It opened and a shot gun was aimed at her head.

"Give me one good reason not to blow your head off lady." Sam stepped between Dean and Seajae.

"See you dicked around to long Sam." Seajae whispered.

"Dean, it's okay. She has a job. She just wants to talk." Dean's eyes were full of anger and hate. "Dean, she's FBI. It's really bad to shoot her." Dean looked at the woman behind his brother.

"You lucky I'm in a good mood woman or they'd be cleaning up FBI pieces till the next century." Dean crawled out of the trunk. His head hurt like a mother. "Okay Sammy, who's your new friend?"

"Seajae McBride, my brother Dean Winchester." She looked at the man who was a ledged in most supernatural convents. The man ripped from hell by one of god's angels to serve a greater purpose. He was the chosen one. Seajae smiled. He wasn't such a bad ass. She expected someone more un human. His eyes sparkled with anger yet with her sight she could see the man behind it. The little boy scared of what he had become.

"Thank you for sparing me Dean. I hope we can mutually benefit from our time together."

"Time together?" He looked at Sam. "Is this chick loony? I'm not spending another minute with you lady." Dean started to walk away and Seajae stood her ground in front of him. Touching his head she knew was throbbing in pain. He went to shove her back but the pain in his head eased more with each second that passed. "What the hell are you?"

"I'll tell you all the gory details inside. I don't like open spaces at night. To many things hiding you know." She took her hand away and grabbed her bag out of the trunk and the key for the room. Sam looked at Dean and he shrugged. It was going to be a really long night.