Set pre Changes in the Dresden Universe and take your pick in between whichever world ending baddie/arc for mid Supernatural seasons. Pretty AU.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters mentioned, so on and so forth.

I found myself outside of McAnally's, sweat dripping down my back under my leather duster in the afternoon sun and asking a question that I've found myself repeating for most of my adult life: Why does nobody do as I ask?

I could be in my apartment. My cool, basement apartment reading a well worn in paperback, but no. Molly had called. Two men had been following her since noon.

"Boss, there is something different about these guys. I don't sense magic on them, but. . . something I just can't put my finger on. I'm going to Mac's and see if they'll follow me there."

"Molly," I grumbled. "Just use a veil. Disappear. Pretty hard to follow an invisible person!"

She hung up without saying goodbye.

So there I stood, staring at the entrance to Mac's pub, almost feeling sorry for the two men who had the nerve to follow Molly. But then again, she wouldn't have bothered calling if they were two normal creeps. So I listened. Not a terribly hard thing to do, you just need some good 'ole concentration . . . and well, years of practice.

I heard Molly's voice almost immediately.

"Oh, boys, you're going to regret this." She sounded bored and disinterested.

An almost gravelly male voice replied, "Boys? You hear that Sammy? Been a minute since we've heard that one."

"What are we going to regret?" asked, whom I could only assume was Sammy.

"My boss," she supplied. "He doesn't take kindly to men being rude to ladies. And I think he'd take this case personally, since I'm his one and only apprentice."

I scoffed, she must know I had arrived. Poor guys, now she was just toying with them.

"Apprentice? Like a sorcerer's apprentice?" Gravelly asked, chuckling at his joke.

"I believe the term he uses is Wizard. Yes, that's it. You can even look him up in the phone book."

There was a pregnant pause and then, "Phone book?" Again from gravelly.

Another pause. I could just imagine the look Molly was giving them. Blinking up at them all innocent like.

"Alright, well where is this Wizard then? We've got some questions, and maybe he'll be a little more cooperative."

"Mmmn, let's see. Three. . .Two. . .," Molly said, counting down slowly.

And well, Hell, I'm never one to pass up a good entrance.

I opened the door right when she said 'one' and had the pleasure of viewing the two men's surprised faces and Molly's smug smile behind her glass of lemonade as she brought it up to her lips.

Now, although I am a very tall man, and have been told once or twice that I can be pretty scary and imposing, I doubt it was my physical appearance that surprised them because they schooled their faces and studied me coolly and quickly; from my shaggy dark hair, hawk-like features, down my long leather duster, jeans, cowboy boots and back up again. Been up against some bigger, badder baddies, have we now, boys? How about one that has just been roused from his Hobbit Hole and a great book? My turn to study them. One had dark blonde short hair, the other had long brown. But both had serious eyes. They were wearing plain black suits, black ties, white undershirts and black shoes. Not too fancy, yet not too cheap. Just like any FBI or CIA Agent you see on TV. And both were packing. Great.

I turned my attention back to Molly and gave her what I hoped was a disappointed parent look.

"Now, Grasshopper. What have I told you about talking to strangers?" I asked frowning down at her.

"But, Boss? They offered me candy!" She replied in a false high and childish voice and smiled up at me.

"Oh! Well, then. Don't forget to bring me some back after you take a nice ride in their creeper van! Love me some candy."

"Do we look like the type of guys to own a van?" Gravelly asked me. Again, he was tall, not as tall as his partner, who damnit, might be the same height as myself. His dark blonde, pretty boy hair fit in nicely with the look on his face that read he was genuinely pissed off at the idea that he'd own a van.

No time for funny business then? Huh. Suit and tie guys never do. I looked them over again, "No. You look more like `67 Chevy Impala guys to me."

The taller of the two's face showed a blink of surprise, but Gravelly's clearly showed more anger. Man, he's got to learn to control that.

"If you laid so much as a finger on my car . . ."

Woah, 0 to 100 real quick on the ticked off at Harry scale. I was impressed.

"Relax, Agent Kay. I couldn't touch your car even if I wanted to."

This time, both of their faces betrayed surprise. Huh. Did they not place the wards on the car themselves? Did they not know?

I had pulled into the spot next to the beautiful black Impala and almost had to move the Blue Beetle. The power surrounding the car was that astounding. I assume that's what other magical folks encounter when they get near my apartment.

I reached out my senses to the two and felt no trace of magical ability from their persons. But I felt a thrum . . . like the thrum of Michael's or Sanya's Swords of the Cross. They each had something on them that would pack one hell of a magical punch.

"Huh. Vanilla humans," I said aloud.

"Uh-huh," Molly agreed.

The two men scowled between us.

"How did you two even find this place? Did they follow you directly in, Molly?"

"Nope, they mosied in about five minutes after me. Not bad, eh Boss?"

The taller man stepped forward a little and I realized if his hair was any messier, I'd think he was trying to copy my style.

"Look. We don't want trouble," he said holding up his hands innocently.

Molly scoffed aloud at that.

"We were chasing down a lead and were told to find the. . ." He paused, dropped his hands and rolled his eyes up at the ceiling and began again in a lower voice, "Blonde goddess like woman, dressed in goth. She would have answers."

Molly's face split into a wide, satisfied grin. The description was accurate, not that I would ever admit it. She'd let her technicolored hair grow out, so now it was all blonde with pink and blue just at the ends. She was beautiful, tall, all graceful curves and well, stacked.

Gravelly peaked down at Molly. I saw his eyes widen a little at her grin as she beamed up at him.

"We were told she could be found in this part of Chicago. So if we have the wrong goth goddess, maybe you can point us in the direction of another."

Molly, with her Hell of a smile plastered on her face, made a very happy and grown up sound and looked at me.

" 'Goth Goddess'. I think I could get used to that."

"Now look at what you've done," I practically growled at the two men. "Who are you? What do you want? And who told you to find my apprentice?"

Gravelly finally blinked up from staring down Molly's black low cut tank-top and up at me. Right into my eyes. Either he was a fool or didn't know what could happen. I schooled myself into staring at his stupid straight nose, but the taller man, Sammy, or whatever his name was spoke first.

"We're Agents S-"

Molly cut him off.

"No you're not."

We all turned to look at her. She held two official looking FBI badges in her hand.

"Hey! How- How did you get those?" Gravelly asked and started patting down his jacket and pockets.

Molly wiggled her fingers at them and whispered, "Magic." They didn't flinch, more power to them. She read the titles and names, "FBI, Special Agents Solo and . . . Kirk." She blinked at the two men and giggled. "Besides the names, these are very good. But not quite up to muster." She tossed them over to me.

I caught them and sure enough, she had read the names correctly. I muttered something under my breath along the lines of mixing up SciFi greats before taking a closer look for myself. Again, I reached out my senses.

"She's right though, badges like these should have a certain feeling to them," I said before looking back up at the supposed 'Special Agents'. "The belief their owners give them, it makes them powerful in a sense. Since we cannot feel any such thing on these . . . you're either the worst FBI Agents ever and don't believe in your job and power you hold. Or. You're not FBI at all. And since I've never heard of Agents who drive warded impalas. . . I'm going to have to ask you to tell the truth."

I handed the cards back, to show some good faith.

Gravelly crossed his arms. "We'll tell you our truths, if you tell us yours."

I gave him a tight smile and made myself relax by imagining blasting him off his ass and out the door.

"My name is Harry Dresden. I'm a wizard." I said through my teeth and nodded at Molly and said, "This is Molly, my apprentice. Now you can either tell me why you're in my town and asking after my apprentice or I can escort you out of here, willing or not."

"What are you. . ? Channelling Clint Eastwood or something? 'Get off my law-" Gravelly started. He obviously wasn't afraid of a fight, but 'Sammy' cut him off.

He sounded exasperated as he glared at Gravelly. "Dean."

"Wha-"

'Sammy' went on, looking at Molly now, "We heard you've got connections with the Angels."

I watched as Molly's cool countenance broke for a fraction of a second.

"Really?" she asked. Her surprise hidden back behind her I'm-not-afraid-of-anything mask again.

"Yeah," Gravelly - err - Dean said glowering at 'Sammy', "And we've lost ours."

"You've lost your what?" I asked feeling pretty darn lost. Not one of my favorite feelings by the way. Especially on days when I really should be at home reading.

"Our Angel. Castiel."