Author's Note: Here is chapter two of this story! I'm glad so many of you are enjoying this crossover. I really think Leverage and Supernatural could've pulled off a crossover. I miss Leverage a lot though. This story does help me fill the void a bit. I hope you enjoy!

"When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves: one for your enemy, and one for yourself."

― Jodi Picoult

Now—

Parker glances at him, eyes widening in concern. Her shirt sticks to the tacky blood on her shoulder. Every moment she takes, she jars it a bit and a little more blood drips onto the floor. The white cloth had been abandoned as she led the way out of the small dungeon they'd been in and towards the staircase.

"Look at her," Lucifer murmurs in Sam's ear, smirk locked in place. "She's the one bleeding out from a bullet wound and she's still more concerned for you." He chuckles darkly, patting the youngest Winchester heartily on the back.

"Sam?" The blonde thief asks softly, stopping before the next locked door. It's amazing how fast she can pick locks. "You all right?"

"Bleeding out fast," Lucifer pokes her shoulder and chuckles darkly. "Wonder how long she'll last?"

"I'm fine." Sam replies curtly, but he can't stop the tremble running through his body. His head is killing him and he has no idea what's going on. He's nowhere near fine. "What's the plan?"

Parker has led him up a flight of stairs already, but they were still in the basement levels of Dick Roman's complex. There'd been no traces of security guards, though he wonders if that has something to do with Parker's skills. She'd introduced herself as a thief, but aside from that, he knew next to nothing about her.

"I can't contact my team." She grimaces, wincing. "They destroyed my comm."

"Your team?" He echoes, trying to recall any information he might have on them, but nothing emerges from the dark recesses of his mind.

Lucifer begins to cackle.

"You still don't remember anything?" Parker questions, brow furrowing. She places a hand to his head and he hisses as her fingers rub over a bump he didn't even know he had. "They did hit you pretty hard."

"Parker," He starts. "I don't know what's going on." He hopes she ignores the note of hysteria that enters his tone.

"Sam, you just need to trust me." She starts softly.

There's a clanging from a few flights up and the thief drags him through another door. The room is dark, save for the dim light of a few computer monitors. In the faint light, the youngest Winchester can make out the outlines of a few desks and filing cabinets. Dick had offices all the way down here?

"They're after us." Sam states bluntly and Parker nods.

She stoops down, pulling off her left white sneaker. She taps the shoe on the ground and a tiny circuit, the size of a button falls out. She clutches it and then puts her shoe back on.

"What is that?" Sam begins to ask, but there are footsteps echoing outside now and he curses.

"Sam, stay close!" Parker snaps as she motions for him to follow her through the darkened office. The duo finds another door and emerges on a different staircase. "We have to keep going up! The locator chip needs to be able to get a signal out!"

"This is fun." Lucifer remarks. "Wonder how long the adrenaline will carry her through." The Devil glances at Sam, a smirk securely in place. "Don't you?"

"Parker, your shoulder—" The younger brother starts to speak out but gunfire cuts off his reply.

"Get down!" The thief shouts, pushing him roughly down.

Sam spares one moment to glance up and sees the lone guard, muttering quietly into his radio. Reinforcements would no doubt be coming soon. He begins to sprint down the flights of stairs.

"Well, well," The Devil leans casually against a wall. "Guess the game is over, isn't it, Sammy?"

"This way." Parker grasps his wrist and tugs him up a staircase before darting to a door on the left. "Take your shirt off." She orders, her back turned, already beginning to strip her own clothes off.

"Wow." Lucifer chuckles. "This one really has her priorities straight, doesn't she?"

But in the dim lights of the lone lamp standing guard in the corner, Sam can immediately tell where the two are. Boxes of every size are lined up against the farthest walls. Random knick-knacks and books lie on a few desks.

"Storage room?" Sam guesses and Parker nods.

"Just put something else on." She slips on a pair of black glasses and twists her blonde hair into a messy bun. She's managed to dig out a black pencil skirt and a form fitting white top with a black blazer and pumps. She's every inch the professional businesswoman and Sam immediately begins to rummage through the bins.

A few moments later, he's in a suit that's a bit too big for his liking and his eyes hidden behind thick-rimmed glasses.

"Okay, good." Parker walks over to him and places a visitor badge on his front pocket. Her own pocket is adorned with an actual I.D. card with her picture on it.

"How'd you—" He gestures to it and she smiles brightly.

"Hardison made it." She states, as if that should be obvious. Maybe it should be. He can't remember things right now after all. "Now, let's just get to an elevator and follow my lead."

"Right."

And that's when the door is kicked in and four guards march in with guns trained on their hearts.

"Well, shit." Lucifer laughs. "So much for that."

For once, Sam thinks they're in agreement.

24 hours ago—

"For the record," The man in the corner with his arms folded across his chest begins, his voice tinged with a slight southern twang, "I don't think we should be doing this." He narrows his gaze at the Winchesters, his longer hair nearly falling in his eyes.

The penthouse, where they currently stand, is huge—seemingly the size of a small mansion—and though the two brothers have only been in the main room since they arrived, Sam and Dean can see how tastefully decorated the place is. Plush white carpets, pristine cream walls and furniture that practically screams rich. For a team that professes to help others get leverage, they seem to have made it big themselves.

"It's okay, Eliot." Nate, the older man and the ringleader, soothes. Then, turning to the brothers, he shrugs. "You can't really blame him though. You two have quite the interesting police records."

"Records?" The black man at the computer echoes, voice rising. "Try volumes, dude. You know how late I had to stay up to read them—?"

"That's enough, Hardison." Sophie chides, almost matronly. Then, glancing at the Winchesters, she adds, "We already know that you two aren't serial killers. But the other stuff—"

"It's a long story." Dean dismisses. "One that you'd be better off not hearing."

Nate shoots him a knowing glance, but before the eldest Winchester can inquire about it, the older man faces his team.

"Where is Parker?" He inquires.

"Testing out her new equipment." Eliot mutters darkly, eyes still locked on the two brothers.

"Alone?" Nate murmurs, sounding like a frustrated father. "Parker knows she's not supposed to—"

A scream of pure joy cut off his reprimand. A woman freefalling flashes by for a second and immediately, the team sighs. A second later, the blonde—wearing repelling gear—pulls herself onto the balcony. Tugging at her equipment, the cable falls down beside her.

"Did you see that?" She calls as she enters the penthouse. "That was amazing!"

"Parker." Eliot catches her attention and the two share a meaningful glance. Then, meeting the Winchester's gazes, her eyes widen.

"Oh!" She exclaims. "Sorry. I forgot we had company."

"Just sit." Nate orders and she does so, sliding onto the couch next to Sophie. "So, as I was saying, this is Sam and Dean Winchester."

"They are not serial killers." Hardison interjects.

"But they do have the habit of dying and coming back to life." Eliot mutters dryly.

"Ain't that the truth, Sammy?" Lucifer chirps and Sam nearly jumps. It's been quiet for the past few hours, enough to lull the youngest Winchester into a false sense of security. But, of course, he should've known that the silence wouldn't last.

It never does.

"Sam?" Sophie's voice cuts through the haze and her warm hand on his shoulder grounds him to this moment. "You okay?"

He's here, with this team. He's not in Hell. He's not with Lucifer.

"Sammy?" Dean asks and Sam sighs softly, letting go of some of his tension.

"I'm fine." He murmurs and it isn't a lie, not right now. He can still see Lucifer on the outskirts of his vision, but the Devil seems to be muted. His mouth opens, but no sound comes out and Sam smiles shakily.

"So, Hardison?" Nate takes command and the resident computer genius rises from his chair and moves to the plasma TV that covers nearly the entire left wall. He clicks a few buttons and a few pictures of Dick Roman fill the screen.

"Meet Richard Roman, CEO of the multi-billion dollar Richard Roman Enterprises." The hacker states. He clicks a few more buttons and numerous documents fill the screen. "Now, recently, Roman has been acquiring numerous companies and subsidiaries and he's become ranked as one of the most powerful men in America." Another click, and the pictures now shifted to a few small businesses next to the headquarters of Roman Enterprises.

"Now, up until this point, everything with Roman has checked out." Nate interjects from his position leaning against the wall. "But recently, both he and company have become more ruthless. They're taking down any companies in his way—"

"In his way of what?" Parker questions, head tilted to the side in confusion.

"Recently, Roman Enterprises have been shifting their focus to agricultural pursuits. For whatever reason, they want their food in all supermarkets and they want it now."

"Which, brings us to our clients," Nate interrupts once more. "We've got three families who lost their businesses unfairly to Richard Roman." He lets his gaze drift to Sam and Dean. "And now, one death."

Instantly, the team's gaze begins to soften. The mistrust in Eliot's eyes even dims and his stance relaxes. Nate waits, expectantly.

"Bobby Singer." Sam speaks up quietly. "Dick shot him."

Silence reigns for a few moments.

"Well, this is gloomy." Lucifer mutters. "C'mon! Lighten up!" The Devil wanders through Sam's field of sight and leans forward so that their noses are almost touching. "Besides Sam, none of this," He gestures to the room around him. "None of this is real."

He can feel the flames of Hell licking at his fingertips, burning through his bones at it begins to consume him whole—

"Now," Nate's booming voice snaps him back and he can see the leader's eyes boring into his, as if he almost knew what Sam had been experiencing. "I know we don't usually let clients here for the briefing, but I think we've all been in that situation where it's been personal." He gestures towards the two brothers. "And they know Roman personally. For this con to work, we're going to need their help."

"Of course." Sophie nods her head in assent.

"Cool!" Parker exclaims, grinning.

"Fine." Eliot mutters, still somewhat concerned with the presence of the two boys.

"What's the con?" Hardison questions.

"You'll see when we get there." Nate promises wryly. "Okay," He moves towards the door. "Let's go steal a corporation."

Author's Note: Next chapter, the con! Please review if you have a moment. Thanks!