[ Warning: There is a single mention of rape in this chapter ]
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It's often said that everyone in the entire world has a doppelgänger. That there's someone else out there who looks exactly like them, right down to even the tiniest of details.

In most cultures it's believed to be bad luck to meet that other person, but for Winchesters? It was even worse luck as most of the time, or rather all the time, it wasn't by random chance that this person just so happened to look like them. No, pretty much all the time it revolved around that "person" being some kind of monster with the ability to shapeshift.

Shapeshifters, basically. Easily picked up on camera due to flares in their eyes, or in person they show some reaction to pure silver, which is how you kill them. A silver blade to the heart and you're done in time for dinner.

But in this case, in the case where Henri Winchester herself had to, yet again, witness her brother's evil twins wreaking havoc on society, it wasn't because of a measly shapeshifter. This time it was because of something much, much worse and as the day went by, she'd come to find out exactly how much worse that something really was. And just how far in the dark her brothers were actually keeping her.

It was a slow day at firehouse fifty-one and Henri was tired. Really tired. To the brink of shutting down, tired as she was, as per usual, running on fumes. It wasn't even because of that "something worse" mentioned earlier as she hadn't even found out about that yet.

The reason behind Henri's zombified state was because of nothing more than her haunting nightmares. It had been weeks and they still hadn't eased up yet. Still hadn't faded out and allowed her at least an hour of uninterrupted sleep.

Anytime she closed her aching eyes she was thrown right back into the deepest, darkest pits of hell, where she could scream all she wanted and nobody would ever hear her. Most nights her body would sweat through her pyjamas, right through to her sheets and even her hair would end up drenched when it was really bad.

Truthfully, it was getting to the point where if Henri didn't get at least a few hours sleep, and soon, she was going to end up passing out from complete and utter exhaustion. And the others were noticing. Asking her why she had such dark circles below her eyes and why she never slept on shift. Why she drunk even more coffee than usual and had, at one point, been caught taking caffeine pills. And no they didn't help.

Nothing short of hard drugs would help her at this point which is why she had no choice but to take advantage of this quiet shift and make for the bunk rooms, where, hopefully, she would manage to catch a few winks before a, the bells went off or b, hell once again took over her mind and swallowed her whole.

"Henri?" Otis questioned, the soft shuffles of Henri entering the bunk room, looking dead on her feet, pulling his attention from the Supernatural book in his hand. 'In My Time of Dying', for anyone wondering. "Are you doing okay?"

"I'm so tired." Henri mumbled, not even having taken in the simple question Otis asked her. She carried on further into the room, confusing him a little when she headed in his direction rather than in the direction of her own bunk.

Henri didn't care how this would come across, how it might look to the others, but she felt comfort around Otis. She felt a slight touch of peace any time she'd cuddle up next to him on the couch, therefore she figured her best chance of getting some sleep would be to join him on his bunk and use his stomach as a pillow.

"What are you..." Otis's semi-flustered voice faded out when Henri simply lay down next to him, his own body shuffling absently over as though he was making room for her.

She lifted his arm, draping it over her shoulder as she positioned herself comfortably, already able to hear the slight increase in volume of his heart beneath his chest. Her hand came to rest next to her head that lay on his stomach, the gentle rise and fall of his torso already providing her some much needed comfort and she was completely unaware of how lost for words Otis had gotten over this entire situation.

Sure Henri would cuddle next to him on the couch, but she usually had a pillow beneath her head and this time she was pressed so tightly against him that he could feel her breath seep through his shirt, causing goosebumps to spread quickly across his body.

Never in his life had a girl ever rested her head on him like this. Not his chest, and certainly not his stomach, which he was now feeling a little self conscious over given that it wasn't exactly flat. But Henri didn't seem to care, she never had shown any signs that she had a certain "type" when it came to men and over the time they knew each other she'd never once looked at him as though she didn't like what she saw.

She had never looked at him like she did like what she saw either, at least not what he could interpret, but she hadn't exactly looked at him with disgust, so he'd take that as a win. And by the way she was currently nuzzling her face into his stomach, it appeared as though it didn't bother her that it wasn't exactly the epitome of male attractiveness.

"You're comfy." Henri mumbled, her breath puffing out over him and sending a tingle down Otis's spine. As well as a flutter straight to the stomach her head lay above. "Play with my hair."

"What?" Otis choked out, getting hit left, right and centre by gestures and words that made him want to melt to the floor that he wasn't even sure what was real anymore.

"Play with my hair." Henri repeated, lifting one hand to flick her hair a little to gain his attention towards her brunette locks. "It helps me sleep and I'm really, really tired."

"Uh, o...okay." Otis stammered out, scrunching up his lips as that couldn't have sounded more like he didn't want to do it if he tried. Because he did.

Boy did he ever want to play with her hair, to feel the softness engulf his fingers and the second they began to thread their way into that head of waves that lay atop him, it was like everything he'd ever imagined it would be. And more.

"That feels nice." Henri hummed out around a yawn, thoroughly enjoying the feeling as it had been a while since anybody ever played with her hair and she was really hoping it would allow her to sleep.

But like most of her life, that good feeling didn't last much longer when Mouch came barging into the room, almost taking the door off its hinges in his eagerness to find Henri, who jumped in her skin when the door banged so hard off the bunk behind it it rattled loudly and echoed throughout the room.

"Jesus Christ, Mouch... Don't do that." Henri mumbled, her hand over her heart that hammered furiously in her chest.

"You need to see this." Mouch said seriously, his eyes a little wide which only had Henri's squint in his direction, her brow furrowing deeply over them. He cocked his head, motioning for her to follow him and both Henri, and Otis, got to their feet, hurrying down the corridor towards the common room.

Everyone in the room was on their feet, their arms crossed over their chests and their mouths slightly gaped as they huddled around the TV. And the moment Henri rounded the corner, she came to find out exactly what had gained such intense focus from the otherwise unbothered others.

"The two men, who up until today were presumed dead, locked the doors and opened fire, leaving no survivors." The news reporter spoke, the video playing on screen having Henri's blood run colder than a vampires as it showed her brothers mowing down innocent people with assault rifles, all while grinning towards the camera like psychopaths. "Sam and Dean Winchester are now the subjects of a manhunt throughout the state of California."

"Oh fuck." Henri murmured to herself, running her fingers through her hair as all eyes in the room fell onto her.

"Is that... Your brother?" Otis gestured to the screen, Dean's signature mugshot flashing up onto it, followed closely behind by Sam's.

All Henri needed was hers to pop up afterwards but thankfully it didn't.

"And is that your other brother?" Otis continued, his mind too busy being blown by Henri's homicidal brothers to bother picking up on the fact that their names matched those in the books.

"Unfortunately." Henri replied hesitantly, her eyes squeezing momentarily shut as she ran her hand over her chin and tried to figure out what the hell to even think about all this.

Let alone what to say. She knew there had to be a reasonable explanation for all of it. Another shapeshifter, only this time a duo? But from the lack of camera flare on her supposed brothers eyes, she didn't think that was the case, unless shapeshifters had gotten an upgrade.

The only other reason as to why they could be doing this was that they'd gone and properly snapped this time but she highly doubted that. If there was one thing Winchesters were good at it was coping with their issues in ways that didn't go noticed by others. Most of the time. Herself somewhat excluded.

If it was something other than a shapeshifter, some new monster or perhaps a possession or whatever, then she had to assume her brothers would have warned her about it. That way she could have made sure to keep the TV off today so as to save herself the trouble of explaining why she wasn't overly bothered by their killing spree. But they hadn't.

Neither Sam nor Dean had even bothered to shoot her a text to inform her as to what was happening and by God would they be getting a piece of her mind when she called them up and demanded answers.

"Jeez... What did you say to your brother when he was here?" Someone, Henri wasn't quite sure who, whispered under their breath.

"Why are they killing people?" Herrmann asked in a tone more audible, like Henri would even know that in the first place.

"Because we had a bad childhood, I don't know." Henri fired back, sighing deeply as she fumbled for her phone, muttering under her breath. "But you bet your ass I'm about to find out why... Those giant idiots."

"I had a bad childhood and you don't see me shooting people." Severide mumbled to himself, earning a swift elbow to the ribs from Casey.

But Henri hadn't even heard him or if she had, she chose to ignore it. She'd already stormed off before anyone could say anything else. Not that they knew what to even say to this news, but they were hoping Henri's part of the aforementioned bad childhood wasn't as bad as her brothers had been because the last thing they needed was for her to go all Patrick Bates on them with their own axes.

Henri grumbled to herself the entire way out to the apron, her phone held to her ear as it rang for as long as possible before Dean finally picked up, only adding to her anger that he made her wait until the verge of voicemail to pick up.

"Hey Henri."

"Don't you 'Hey Henri' me, Dean Winchester." Henri all but scolded, sensing Dean's widened eyes through the silence on the phone. "Not before you explain what the fuck I just saw on the news."

"Right... That." Dean said as though what she'd seen on the news was something casual and not a bloodbath. "Long story short... Cas, he uh, he sucked in these creatures, these Leviathans from Purgatory. Old school creatures, unkillable, naturally. Locked away before the dawn of time by God himself or whatever, I don't really know.

"But anyway, they held on inside him once he shoved all the souls back in and now they're out in the world. Xeroxing people. And eating them." Dean carried on, his seemingly unbothered tone turning up the heat on the anger that was slowly coming to a boil within Henri. "As for our evil twins, well, we'll see."

"We'll see?" Henri repeated, all but yelling it down the phone as she heard Dean rambled in protest about his ears. "You guys are on the news killing people and all you have for me is we'll see? Seriously, Dean? I mean what the fuck? Don't you think the release of unkillable, ancient beasts, is something you should have let me fucking know?"

"Hey, don't swear at with me." Dean said in offence, making Henri grit her teeth as was her language really the problem here? "Alright, you're the one who walked away. You're the one who left, okay? We were just honouring your wishes of being kept out of things."

"Bullshit, you were, Dean." Henri spat, knowing damn well that her wanting to be kept out of things meant random hunts and not ancient creatures from Purgatory with the ability to shapeshift.

"This isn't some vampire or some demon running amuck..." Henri carried on, glancing around her to make sure she was truly alone. "This is you and Sam, number two on the FBI's most wanted list, again, leaving me with nothing but two sticks to rub together to try and spark some sort of explanation to tell my friends as to exactly why my brothers are not only killing people but why you're suddenly back from the dead."

"Look, we're handling it alright?" Dean replied, making Henri scoff in response as she'd seen their definition of 'handling it' and it never went well. "Don't go getting all hysterical, you'll figure out something to tell them."

"Will I? Is that before or after my mugshot ends up on the evening news?" Henri hissed, trying her hardest to keep her voice down and her anger at a simmer.

"Relax, will you? They aren't interested in you so quit worrying, you're gonna give yourself a migraine." Dean muttered, rolling his eyes and Henri could tell he was.

"I already have a migraine, thank you very much." Henri grumbled, rubbing at her temples at the pounding inside her head that she'd suddenly become aware of. Where was Otis and his nimble fingers when she needed him? "Like I'm not having enough trouble sleeping, now I gotta go and worry about whether my face is gonna end up on some Levia-whatever, and plastered all over the news?"

"Wait, why are you having trouble sleeping?" Dean asked, concern clouding over his previous tone as the Leviathans became the last of his worries.

"Why do you think, Dean?" Henri responded, not meaning to sound so harsh but she couldn't help it. She was so mentally and physically exhausted she could barely stand up.

A sigh of regret escaped her lips as she slumped down onto the ground, leaning her back against the cold brick wall of the firehouse as she readied herself to pour her fragile little heart out.

"Sorry... I just... God, I'm so tired. I haven't slept in weeks because every time I close my eyes I see Luc... Luci..." She sighed again, carrying on without saying that name as she couldn't bring herself to. "I see him... His true form... That vessel. All of it. On top of me. Beside me... All over me, and I just, I can't get him out of my head, Dean. I can't... I can't close my eyes because I'm so scared of what he's gonna do to me."

"He can't do anything to you, Henri, okay? Not anymore." Dean said softly, wishing he could be there for her as he could only imagine the look of pure terror in her eyes.

"I know." Henri whispered, her voice cracking as she swallowed thickly, trying to force back the lump that wanted to fight its way out of her throat. "But I can't stop it... I can't... You don't know what he did to me, Dean. You don't know how badly he broke me."

"Then tell me." Dean urged, Henri shaking her head despite his inability to see her. "Tell me what he did and then maybe... Maybe it'll help you down the road of being able to recover."

Dean opted not to use the word forget, as even after all these years he himself had yet to forget his own hell experience and he could only imagine what it must be like for her.

"I can't." Henri croaked out, shaking her head as she brought her knees up to her chest. "I don't... I don't want to tell anyone."

"I'm not just anyone, Henri."

Henri's breath trembled, her eyes stinging with tears that she didn't even fight back against. She allowed them to pour down her face, having been in desperate need to let it all out. And just hearing Dean's voice telling her that was enough to have that wall inside her crumble.

"It wasn't just the usual torture..." Henri whispered, her gentle sobs breaking Dean's heart each time they travelled through the phone she had such a tight grip on that it was hurting her. "It was... He... He raped me, Dean... Over and over again. For two hundred years he used me like his own personal plaything...

"And I know I talk about how things seemed easier for me when I was down there as I didn't have to deal with my heartache but I am so scared..." Henri sobbed out, making Dean almost wish he hadn't asked as it was breaking him more than any of his own torture ever had. "And that's why I left... Cause I'm so scared that whoever pulled me free is gonna throw me right back in and I can't go through that again... I can't."

"God, Henri, I..." Dean's own voice choked as he tried to think about what he could even say about the things he'd just heard. The things that would haunt him until the very day he died.

But he couldn't. He couldn't think of a single thing to say that would make Henri feel better as nothing, short of a time machine and a different outcome to Lucifer's release, would ever make her feel any better. Would ever make her forget the horrors she went through in the cage.

The ones she'd have to carry with her her whole life. The ones that upped his respect for her as how she was even up and about after all that baffled him. He knew she was strong but that? That was something that would break even the toughest of people and now they'd gone and piled all this on top of it? It was no wonder Henri was currently sobbing down the phone to him and in all honesty, it made him regret not telling her the truth about what Castiel did in the first place.

"Henri, I'm sorry." Dean whispered, a sniffle mixed with a snort coming from Henri as she tried to silence herself, rubbing her sleeve over her messy face. "I am so, so sorry that you had to go through that and I wish... God, I wished I'd tried harder to stop you that day. To stop you from jumping in. Hell, I wish I'd jumped in with you if I knew what he'd do to you."

"You wouldn't have been able to stop me, Dean." Henri croaked out, stifling another sob as she just couldn't stop them from coming. "Nothing short of a miracle would have stopped me, you know that. And it wasn't your fault. None of it was, so you have no reason to be sorry."

"Don't I? There are so many things I could have done to stop you from ending up down there and I didn't..." Dean trembled, feeling as though he'd failed the one thing he swore he'd always do.

Protect his sister and brother no matter what the cost.

"And now this? Not telling you the truth about Cas, not telling you about the Leviathans... Adding to your worries, all of this is on me, Henri and that ain't ever gonna change. But what I can change is the outcome of what's to come."

"What do you mean?" Henri asked, wiping at her face as she slowly began to calm down, Dean's words filling her with intrigue. "Change it how?"

"By putting a stop to these sons of bitches who stole our faces and then making a damn deal to make sure everyone forgets that it ever even happened. That way you have one less thing to have to worry about."

"Dean, no." Henri shook her head, pushing herself to her feet as she felt like she needed to be standing to talk Dean out of this. "You can't make a deal."

"What? Like you did?" Dean fired back, not harshly or anything, more matter of factly. And by Henri's silence at the other end of the phone it was clear she didn't quite know that he knew about that. "Yeah, you annoy Crowley enough and he'll talk about anything."

"That was under different circumstances, he owed me for what I did."

"Yeah? Well, I figure I'll owe him after this." Dean muttered, already not looking forward to what Crowley might hold over him for what he had to ask of him. "But listen, you hang in there, you hear? Once we sort all this out, Chicago will be our next pitstop, because you ain't dealing with this alone."

"You don't have to come all this way, Dean." Henri said softly, the mere thought that Dean was willing to kiss Crowley to fix things for her was more than she ever could have asked of him. "You have bigger, more important things to worry about than me."

"Like hell we do. There isn't anything, Leviathan related or not, that is more important to us than you are, you understand? So you just hold on and we'll be there as soon as we can."

"Okay." Was all Henri managed to croak out from fear she'd burst into tears again. She heard Dean say something else, something about going to visit some guy named Frank, but she didn't really pick up on that as she was too busy trying to calm herself down.

Eventually Dean hung up, with clear reluctance as he'd much prefer to stay on the phone with Henri throughout this entire thing just to make sure she was okay, but she'd promised him she'd try and get some sleep so he had a little peace of mind at least. As much as he could have anyway, given the circumstances.

Henri on the other hand had no idea exactly how she was going to manage to get any sleep with the amount of thoughts she had flying around inside her head, crashing against one another and making it feel as though there was a dodgeball game taking place inside her skull. Her first stop was to the bathrooms, to tidy herself up as she was fairly sure she looked as though she'd only just been dragged out of hell.

There wasn't enough water in the world to wash away the evidence of her breakdown but she'd at least managed to make herself look somewhat presentable. Not that it mattered as she wouldn't be joining the others in the common room as she needed to lie down. Whether sleep would grace her or not she didn't care, she just had to get off her feet before she fell off them.

Shuffling her way into the bunk room, Henri was secretly hoping Otis had returned too so she could slot herself next to him once again, and as though the God's were on her side she soon spotted him entering via the laundry room, causing a weak smile to rise on her no doubt red and blotchy face.

"You okay?" Otis asked softly, the distance between the two of the shortening and the second they were close enough to one another Henri simply fell against him, taking him by surprise. But a pleasant surprise as he always did wish he'd be the one she came to in times like this.

"This is about as close to okay as I'm ever gonna feel." Henri murmured, the slightly rapid beat of Otis's heart beneath his chest providing a smidge of comfort.

Not enough to make all her fears and worries go away completely but enough to make her think that maybe... Just maybe, she might be able to manage to catch a few winks before her body shut down and she ended up in the hospital.

"Will you lie with me?" Henri whispered, not caring how vulnerable she seemed as she'd gone way beyond the ability to protect her image any longer.

"Course." Otis said softly, running one hand soothingly down the back of Henri's head.

This was a little more than he was equipped to handle given that it had never, ever happened to him before, but he wasn't about to go and say no just because it made him a little nervous as to what this all even meant. He grew more confused by the second over Henri's behaviour towards him but this wasn't the time to bring that up, nor to even think about it, not when she clearly had more pressing issues to worry about than whatever feelings may or may not be floating between them.

"Come on." Otis ushered Henri carefully towards his bunk, unsure why he chose his own rather than hers. Maybe it was because his actually looked like it was used whereas Henri's always looked brand new given that it was normally empty all shift.

Otis settled himself down first, propping himself up a little on his pillow so Henri could return to the position she'd been in earlier, as it appeared as though she had been enjoying using his stomach as her own pillow. She was quick to lay down next to him, nuzzling herself against his torso and wrapping her arm around his waist.

🔔 Truck 81. Ambulance 61. Elevator Accident 🔔

"No, no, no." Henri whined out, almost on the verge of tears again as she couldn't take getting off this bed for a second time when she had barely been on it for a minute. "I'm so tired."

"Stay here." Otis said softly, having to pry himself free of Henri's tight hold on him. He hunkered down next to the bunk, taking Henri's dreary looking face in his hand, brushing his thumb softly over her cheek. "Casey will understand, but I have to go... It's an elevator call and they'll need me, but I'll be back soon."

"Okay." Henri whispered, nodding her head a little and feeling the heat rise to her face from the embarrassment she was currently feeling over being so weak and pathetic sounding. But she didn't have it in her to care much, not with how physically and mentally exhausted she was.

"But here..." Otis stood up, pulling off his hoodie in one quick motion and setting it down next to her. "It'll be like I'm still here."

Henri's fingers slowly closed around the grey material, the heat from Otis's body still lingering and she could feel it on her skin, causing her lips to rise into a warm smile. She'd much rather have him but this would suffice for now as at least it was something rather than nothing.

Otis couldn't stay any longer, his mind debating whether or not it would be appropriate for him to kiss her on the forehead. Probably not, honestly. And even if he'd wanted to, his legs were already carrying him out of the room by the time he'd come to that decision.

Maybe one day he'd be able to, but that wasn't today. And it wouldn't be tomorrow either. But it would come eventually, when he least expected it, as most things would in this newfound supernatural life he didn't know he was living.

The call didn't last long, nothing but an incident at a bank involving a guy trying to carry a safe out of the building but ending up trapped in the elevator because the safe was too heavy. All Otis had to do was power it down and his job was done, leaving Casey to do the rest and eventually, they found themselves pulling back into the firehouse.

Otis was on his way to the bunk room the second he clambered out of his gear, leaving them a little messy by the truck but he didn't care, he was too eager to get back to Henri. Only the moment he walked into the room and spotted her fast asleep right where he left her, his hoodie held tightly against her chest, he didn't have it in him to wake her up just so he could lie next to her again.

So instead, Otis grabbed a blanket, unfolding it swiftly before laying it over her sleeping form, finding himself a touch relieved that she'd managed to fall asleep as he'd been incredibly worried about her these past few weeks. And now with all this drama with her brothers, he didn't think he'd ever see her sleeping, which may be why he gazed at her for just a little while longer before he reluctantly headed back to the common room to join the others.

The first thing Otis saw when he rounded the corner into the room were two men, both wearing suits and sporting serious expressions. They turned a little more towards him, parting from each other when Chief Boden stepped between them, walking right up to Otis which had him gulp a little out of worry, and slight fear, of what was going on.

"Where's Henri?" Boden asked quietly, making Otis's brow dip a little.

"Asleep." Otis replied plainly, glancing around Boden's tall frame and towards the suit-wearing men, catching them whispering to each other about God knows what.

"I need you to get her for me."

"Chief, I don't..."

"The FBI is here about her brothers, Brian." Boden said with seriousness, a soft sigh leaving Otis's lips in response as he knew his real name only came up when things were important. "Wake her up."

Otis reluctantly nodded, feeling the light clap on his shoulder from Boden before he spun on his heels and headed right back the way he came. He didn't want to wake Henri, not when she'd been trying so hard to get some sleep, but this was the FBI and they weren't exactly known for being patient. Or considerate. So he didn't really have a choice.

"Henri." Otis whispered, crouching down next to the bed as he bit his tongue, silently cursing Boden for making him do this. "Henri, wake up." He added a little louder, placing his hand on Henri's arm.

Henri jolted awake, her fist clenching as it raised into the air and for a second Otis thought she was about to punch him. He fell back a little, lifting his hand and holding them both up in surrender, watching as Henri's eyes adjusted and as they slowly widened, her fingers loosened and her hand fell.

"Brian." Henri whispered, running her hand down her face with a soft groan. "Why did you wake me up?"

"I'm sorry, I don't want to but the feds are here." Otis said apologetically, his lips pressing together as an even louder groan escaped the back of Henri's throat.

Great. The feds. Just what she needed right now.

"Where's Hendrickson when you need him?" Henri muttered to herself as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her back to Otis who slowly began to straighten.

"Who?"

"No one." Henri waved a hand over her shoulder, scolding herself mentally as she really needed to stop doing that otherwise he was going to figure her out.

Raising her arms, Henri stretched, that barely half hour nap doing her more good than she expected it to. But as a former hunter half an hour was the equivalent of two hours so you know, it was better than nothing. She turned a little, picking up the hoodie Otis had given her and for a second, he thought she was about to return it, which would have disappointed him if he was being honest, but she didn't.

Instead, Henri put the hoodie on, lazily untucking her hair from beneath it as she stood up, unaware of how much love was being fired her direction from Otis's eyes as he simply gazed at her. She was wearing his hoodie. His. Not Severide's or Mills's. Not Cruz's or even Casey's. She was wearing his. She chose to wear his over her own that lay across from her on her own bunk, surely he was dreaming right?

Henri yawned a little, breaking Otis from his thoughts as he shook his head a little, clearing his throat and rounding the bed as he followed her out of the room like a puppy following its owner. She fumbled into her pocket, pulling out her phone and sending three single words to Dean before putting it away. Feds are here.

"Henri Winchester?"

"Yeah." Henri replied in a less than cheery tone as she delved further into the common room and went directly for the coffee pot, filling herself a mug before she turned towards the two agents. "What do you want?"

"I'm Special Agent Morris..." The bald man of the two spoke before gesturing to his partner. "This is Special Agent Valente."

"Good for you." Henri mumbled, taking a sip of her much needed coffee and ignoring the wide eyes of the others still in the room. "Now what do you want?"

"Perhaps we should talk somewhere a little more private." Morris said, hinting towards the many pairs of eyes and ears surrounding them.

"No, here's fine." Henri told him, not caring who heard what they had to say as soon enough they'd forget it ever happened.

"Alright." Morris breathed out, glancing at his partner who simply shrugged a little. "Miss Winchester, we're here about your brothers."

"Figures."

"Now I'm sure you've seen the news..." Morris continued. "But are you aware that up until recently they were considered dead? That they were supposedly killed in police custody alongside three other civilians due to a gas explosion?"

A demon, actually.

"I'm aware." Henri nodded, every single pair of eyebrows in the room dropping around her. "Which is why you can imagine my surprise when I saw them on the news earlier today."

"So you had no idea they were alive? No idea that for all these years they'd survived that explosion?" Morris asked with suspicion, eyeing Henri carefully for any signs that she was lying. But even exhausted, when it came to stuff like this, Henri wouldn't be read easily.

"Nope." Henri shook her head, slurping at her coffee a little and pressing her lips together as she lowered her mug. "I haven't seen or spoken to my brothers in a very long time, Agents. So I'm afraid you're wasting your time."

"Are we?" Valente inquired, gaining Henri's attention towards his arched eyebrow.

"You are."

"Really? Because sources tell us that your brother Dean was spotted here only a few weeks ago."

"Your sources are wrong. I haven't spoken to Dean since 2006." Henri lied, playing it casual as she was trained for moments like this. But even still, the agents didn't seem to be buying it, not Valente anyway who was squinting towards her with even more suspicion than his partner.

"Are we going to have to check your phone records, Miss Winchester?"

"Are you going to get a warrant, Agents?" Henri fired back, mimicking Valente's cocky attitude. Her lips twitched upwards at the semi-defeated look the agents shared, one that told her they had no cause for a warrant as like they said, Sam and Dean were supposed to be dead. As was she but that wasn't relevant here, thank you Crowely. "That's what I thought. Now if you don't mind, I'm at work."

Glancing down at her nails in a way that told them she was done here, Henri soon heard the departing footsteps of the world's worst federal agents, knowing fully well she was about to be bombarded with questions by the others as to how she so easily lied to the federal government.

And she was right, as the second those firehouse doors shut voices that demanded answers began to fly her way.

"Enough." Henri called out exasperatedly as she held up her hand, silencing those in the room. Even the Chief who'd been asking his own questions about why she'd lied right in front of them all when they all saw Dean that day he visited. "I'm only gonna ask this once... What would you do for your family?"

Silence rang throughout the air, Henri's words sitting heavily with those around her as she made a valid point. They'd all do things they wouldn't be proud to admit for their families, so lying to the government? Not exactly as scandalous as they were making it out to be.

"Now if you'll excuse me..." Henri set her now empty mug aside, having downed it in one go and not giving a damn whether it was hot as she'd been to hell and nothing could ever get as hot as that.

Ding.

Cutting herself off mid sentence, Henri pulled out her phone, a reply from Dean on screen that had her rolling her eyes.

Dean: They buy whatever you told them?

Henri: Get to know me already

With another slight roll of her eyes, Henri pocketed her phone, glancing back out towards the others who didn't have a single clue what to even think of the whole ordeal. Not that it mattered as hopefully by next shift, they'd have forgotten that this whole thing ever happened and Henri's brothers would go back to being dead to the rest of the world and simply her brothers to those in the firehouse.

"What was I saying?" Henri's brow furrowed as she chewed at her lip. "Oh! Right... I am going back to sleep and I would very much appreciate it if you wouldn't wake me up again."

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sorry if this isn't how you expected the leviathan sam and dean arc to go down in the firehouse but i really struggled with it and i figured this was as best a way as any otherwise i might never have gotten this chapter out...

things would have unwound too early had i not made the decision to have crowley fix things, which will be in the next chapter, and i didn't want to make it boring by having the leviathans go after henri so i figured this was best and yeah... again, sorry if you expected more excitement or whatever but this isn't the main part of the story, the main part is henri's life and otis's so that's why i opted for an easy way out