Looong delay, I know, but if I don't actively watch a show, I tend to let things slide and I feel like I'm not doing the characters justice anymore. So here's an attempt anyway, which is mostly prompted by watching Grimm Youtube compilations and Jensen Ackles on Smallville (which is hilarious by the way).

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Dean groaned, blinking his eyes open and immediately shutting them. The world, while painfully bright was also doing a crazy little tilt-a-whirl he was not appreciative of.

"Oh good. You're awake. Someone else to talk to," an irritated voice to his left. "You finally with me? Or are you going to ramble some more about not wanting to be an archangel prom dress?"

Dean dredged a face from his memory, though the name still eluded him. "Lassie. Weren't you supposed to be the big bad wolf in this scenario?"

"I'm still not a dog, wiseass."

"So you admit to the damsel in distress part?" Dean said, cracking one eye open again. He could make out the bare bulb hanging just outside their cell, which was rather unremarkable in itself. Prerequisite bad guy décor was a given – dingy cellar walls, one of which was leaking pretty badly, lending an all around musty, damp smell to everything. One flimsy cot, one door with padded lock, and the lack of outside noise confirmed his suspicions they were probably still in the woods somewhere. Hell, it might even be the same house. They didn't exactly get a chance to explore before getting…shot? He rubbed a hand over his chest and there was nothing – no wound.

"They shot you with a dart gun. Apparently they like you enough that they want you alive," Monroe (THAT was his name…) said. "Obviously, they have no idea who you are."

Dean managed to push himself up, shaking his head to clear away the cobwebs, before turning to glance at Monroe. He couldn't help the grimace. "Damn, Scooby. What the hell happened to you?"

Half of Monroe's face was black and blue, one eye almost completely swelled shut. Dried blood caked the side of his face and was beginning to flake off.

"I got curb stomped. Evidently, they weren't counting on there being two of us. Or they just thought I deserved the executive treatment. I feel all sorts of special now," Monroe complained.

Dean snorted. "I know the feeling." He moved to stand up, and Monroe immediately protested.

"I wouldn't do that, man. Whatever they gave you was designed for a Grimm, and they have way stronger immunities to drugs than normal people."

"Well, you keep saying we're like Grimms, so let's give it the old college try, huh?" Dean pushed himself to a standing position, and promptly face planted into the floor.

"Let me guess – you have a GED?" Monroe drawled.

Dean grunted. "No, I just happen to like the floor. Might do me some pushups while I'm down here."

Monroe actually laughed. "I suppose I could've asked for a worse cellmate."

"Told you I was awesome," Dean said, rolling over onto his back so he wasn't breathing in the dirt.

The door to the basement creaked open, and two sets of footsteps started down.

"I'm going to really hope my brother and your cop are the freakin' Wonder Twins and that's them already," Dean said, rolling his head back to the stairs.

Two Reapers, including the one Dean shot the ear off appeared at the bottom of the stairs, frowning.

"Aw, nuts," Dean grumbled. "Wrong Wonder Twins. Dude, what happened to your ear?" Ok, maybe the drugs hadn't worn off completely, or his self preservation instincts were just gone at this point in life.

"You're not the Grimm, so you're non-essential. I would watch my tongue if I were you," One Ear said, scowling.

"Or what? You'll kill me? It's been done, dude. By other Reapers, too…which, by the way, I need to ask you about…are you like a different species? Different religion? What?" Dean asked, not even bothering to sit up again. "How come I can see you?"

The two Reapers exchanged glances. "How much did you give him?" the second one said.

One Ear shrugged. "I know it was geared for a Grimm, but really? It's been a few hours. He should be at least sane if not entirely lucid."

Monroe suddenly smiled. "Guys, do you have any idea who this guy is?"

One Ear shrugged indifferently. "It doesn't matter. The Grimm is defective. He'll come for a civilian, just as he would come for you, Blutbad."

Monroe started laughing. "You have no freaking clue, do you? Did you take his wallet when you took our phones? You might want to check the name."

The Reapers exchanged looks, and the second one reached into his jacket, pulling out Dean's wallet.

"Hey!" Dean whined. "That's mine!" Nope. Drugs were still definitely messing with his head. He really wanted to laugh. Uncontrollably. He bit it tongue.

The Reaper flipped it open, pulling out several ID's. "Robert Plant, Bon Scott, James Hetfield…" he raised his eyes questioningly to Monroe. "So he has a thing for 80's rock bands."

"Look behind the badge," Dean prompted, smiling to himself, finally managing to sit up, with Monroe's help, against the bars on the far wall.

The Reapers sighed, but did as asked and fished out a small, wallet sized photo of the Winchesters as a family.

"Flip it over…"

"Mary, John, Dean and little Sammy…the Winchesters…" The first reaper blanched. "Sam and Dean Winchester. The Winchesters?"

"The one and only, demon slaying, monster killing, apocalypse starting, Satan stopping Kansas boys!" Dean said, smirking. "I might be convinced to sign a few autographs."

"Boss, Grimms are one thing…but this…this is suicide," the second Reaper hissed.

One Ear scoffed. "The Winchesters aren't real, stupid. They're like the boogeyman for humans…they don't exist. It's just something your parents made up to keep you in line."

"What?" Dean protested. "I am not a fairy tale!"

One Ear ignored him. "It doesn't matter anyway. It's not like they're Superman. He's locked up in there, and the other one doesn't even know we're here." He unlocked the door, producing a pair of pliers from his jacket pocket.

"That's never a good thing," Dean quipped, pushing further against the wall. He'd already learned standing wasn't really on the menu, and trying to pick a fight while the world was still doing a hundred and eighty RPMs probably wasn't a wise idea either.

Clanking next to him alerted him to the fact that the reason why Monroe wasn't standing was because he was actually chained to the bars, with his hands behind his back, and while his face flashed lupine, it didn't do much for helping Dean.

"Do not move, or I'll take the whole finger," One Ear threatened, waving the pliers in front of Dean's face.

"What the hell are you planning on taking any-YOW!" Dean shouted in surprise more than pain. Years of torture in Hell and a lifetime of general aches and pains dulled his reaction as the Reaper pulled his fingernail off his right middle finger. "What the hell is wrong with you? What do you even need that for?"

"Seriously, dude? You just shrug it off like it means nothing you're down on finger nail. That's usually considered torture," Monroe said, staring in disbelief.

"I have a high pain threshold," Dean shrugged. "Remind me to tell you about a dude named Azazel."

"Do you two ever shut up?" One Ear shouted, immediately backhanding the two of them in rapid succession. Normally, it probably wouldn't have mattered to Monroe either, but one side of his face was still pretty mashed up. Dean wasn't prepared for his already topsy-turvy world to suddenly veer violently to one side and the back of his head collided with the bars behind him.

"Ow…" Dean mumbled, blinking away stars. He vaguely felt the Reaper pull on his right index finger, tugging the silver ring off of it.

"Apparently the Grimm and his new partner, whoever the hell he is, don't know where they should be looking. This is partially to tell them that yes, we have you, and yes, we will hurt you, but we'd prefer not anything permanent just yet. We just want the Grimm. The King can argue all he wants later, but if the Grimm gives himself up, the laws don't apply to his protection anymore."

"King?" Dean and Monroe echoed simultaneously.

Dean squinted up at the Reaper. "Seriously. Portland has a monarchy? Or was I out longer than I thought?"

"I'm not explaining to you peasants what we're dealing with. So make yourselves comfortable – you could be here for a while." With that, One Ear turned on his heel, pocketing Dean's ring and still holding his finger nail in the plier's grip as he headed back up the stairs. The second one made sure the cage was locked before following his leader back upstairs.

When they heard the door click shut and a deadbolt slide, Monroe turned to Dean. "I like you so much better when you're on a high."

Dean laughed, and held his hand up to inspect the damage. His finger was bleeding steadily, but not profusely, and it throbbed dully in the background. He could see it start to twitch from the exposed nerves though, and knew it was going to hurt like a mother later when the drugs wore off. "I kinda like it too…and what does he mean King? Please say he doesn't mean Lucifer. We don't get along so well."

Monroe shrugged, chain clattering behind him. "I have no idea what he's talking about. There're rumors of a power struggle going on for the Pacific Northwest, but they don't say between who. Reapers have been showing up dead though, so safe to say they're not employed by the monarchy. Unless they're fighting with a rogue…"

"Well, the Reapers I deal with answer to Death – we also don't get along."

"Wow. There's a shocker. Do you get along with anyone?"

Dean's face darkened. "I learned my lesson when my best friend became an evil God, drove my brother insane, and tried to kill me in an attempt to take over Heaven and Earth."

"Oh…"

And with that, the two fell into silence.

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Ok, so not exactly a lot happened in this chapter. I'm taking on the request of a reviewer who said they want Renard to show up in his creature form in the story, I am. I'm debating bringing Castiel in and resurrecting him differently than the show did, since when I started this he was still presumed dead (obviously, since Dean still is referring to him in past tense). Suggestions, reviews, comments welcome! Let me know how it reads! I always have doubts about crossovers…