"And you're sure they won't make the connection?" Ty asked, pacing around his apartment, his phone on speaker.
"Relax, kid," Lindsey replied, cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder. "Besides, they make the connection, you do that little mind trick you're so fond of."
"I guess."
"Don't be so tense, it's fine." Lindsey paused to stir his pasta sauce. "Look, I'll call you back, I'm cooking."
"Such a queer," Ty said, before hanging up.
"Love you too," Lindsey muttered sarcastically, tossing his phone down on the bench and returning his attention to the stove.
Dean & Sam
"In three... two... one..." Dean mouthed, his hand on the doorknob.
He busted it open and Sam charged in, pistol aimed and ready. Dean kicked the door shut and they were in the kitchen in half a second.
"Got him," Sam breathed, gun trained on Lindsay.
Lindsey
Lindsey sighed slightly, letting go of the wooden spoon he was using.
"Well, I was going to invite you over for dinner, but I figured you were busy."
Sam & Dean
Sam sidled around him, letting Dean in.
"Oh we will be soon enough," Dean assured.
He glanced at Sam.
"Drop him."
Lindsey
"This the big plan?" Lindsey asked, raising his eyebrows.
"I'm guessing you couldn't find her. She could be dead, you know. Maybe I did it. Or maybe..."
His smile turned cruel.
"Maybe the mutants are protecting their own. Maybe she's gone back with the dog."
Sam
"No, she hasn't. And we know this one for a fact," Sam stated, before putting a bullet in Lindsay's left calf.
Lindsey
Lindsey grabbed onto the counter before he could fall completely, letting out a hiss of pain.
"Are you sure about that?" he managed to get out.
Dean & Sam
"Double and triple checked," Dean smirked, keeping his gun on Lindsay as Sam fired another round - this one grazing Lindsay's inner thigh.
Lindsey
"Easy Tiger, I was planning on spreading my seed."
Lindsey clenched his jaw, breathing deeply through his nose.
"Right well, still can't help you. Maybe she's gone off to find Angel. Maybe they planned it. They're both gone, after all."
He tsked.
"You'd think Sam, you'd be enough for her. Guess she just has a thing for dead guys."
Sam & Dean
"Sounds like you have a thing for dead women," Sam sneered, turning to hold the gun in one hand and firing another bullet into Lindsay's shin on the same leg.
Dean made his way to the kitchen counter and dumped his duffel bag, before grabbing some food and stuffing his face.
Lindsey
Lindsey let himself collapse to his knees, breathing in pained breaths.
"Well, slow down there, kid," he looked up at Sam. "You want me to get her, you back off."
Sam & Dean
"And where are you going to get her from? Huh? The morgue?" Sam scorned, "we know she's dead."
"Yeah, sorry Lindsay," Dean shrugged nonchalantly, "but we didn't really come here to chat."
He opened his duffel and pulled out some knives and some bottles of various liquids.
Lindsey
"You don't seem that cut up about it," Lindsey observed. "I'm sure she'd be touched to know she meant so little to anyone."
He smirked, though it was half a grimace.
"Though, I do know something you don't."
Sam & Dean
"I don't really care about anything you have to say," Sam insisted, before turning to Dean.
"Gag him."
Dean grabbed some cloth from his bag.
Lindsey
"She's alive," Lindsey said simply.
"There are ways to get around telepaths, you know."
Sam & Dean
"Sorry, but we'e not falling for your bullsh-- this time," Sam scorned.
Dean swung some handcuffs on his fingers, before walking over to Lindsay. He pulled him to his feet, grabbed him by the hair and hit his head hard on the cabinet. While he was dazed, he handcuffed him.
Lindsey
Lindsey blinked a few times, a dull thud in the back of his head.
"What if I can prove it?"
Dean
Dean spun the cloth around his fists, looped it around Lindsay's throat, and used it to pull his head back.
"Prove it within ten seconds or we're going ahead no matter what," he said into his ear.
Lindsey
"Living room. Coffee table. There's an envelope," Lindsey managed.
"There are photos."
The manila envelope sat, as he had said, on the coffee table. Inside were various photos of Faith on engagements.
Dean & Sam
"Go," Dean nodded to Sam.
Sam kept his pistol held at the ready in case it was a trick, and slowly moved into the room. He came across the folder and carefully opened it with his left hand.
He frowned as he saw the photos and reports to go with them. Seeing their dates, he knelt at the table and covered his mouth with his hand.
"Dude?" Dean called after a long moment of silence.
Lindsey
Lindsey stayed silent, but did look very satisfied at being able to prove he was right.
Sam & Dean
Sam grabbed the folder and brought it back into the kitchen, dumping it onto the counter.
"Some of these are from three days ago," he told Dean.
"They could have been forged," Dean pointed out, "you know how easy it's done."
Lindsey
"I can bring her back," Lindsey said, wincing slightly.
"It'll take me a few days to organise it, but I can do it."
Sam & Dean
The brothers looked each other in the eye.
"Give him a deadline, what do you say? If he doesn't deliver, we just come back," Dean shrugged.
"He'll be ready for us," Sam pointed out.
"Since when has that ever bothered us?" Dean scoffed.
"Three days," he tugged on the cloth.
Lindsey
"Oh please," Lindsey rolled his eyes. "I have to get myself fixed up, not to mention travel time."
He looked Sam square in the eyes.
"Four and I'll have her. Five and she's yours."
Dean & Sam
"In five days you'll be out of the country and gone for good," Dean scorned, turning Lindsay nd pressing him back against the counter top.
"Constant correspondence and it's a deal," Sam stepped up, getting a cautious glance from Dean.
Lindsey
Lindsey thought that over, then nodded.
"Deal."
Dean & Sam
Dean pulled back, stared him down, then went to pack up his stuff. Sam for his part, kept his gun trained on the slightly older man.
Once Dean had his stuff, he dropped the handcuff keys on the counter and walked out.
"I take it you've got one or both our numbers," Sam dropped the gun, then walked out himself.
Lindsey
Lindsey let his head fall back against the cupboard, wincing slightly.
"Yeah," he breathed. "You'll get her back. Her body at least."