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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-07-16 01:25 pm
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Sam/Billie - Porch Swings and Simple Rhymes (2/5)
Fandom: Supernatural/Charmed
Title: Porch Swings and Simple Rhymes (2/5)
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT/PG-13
Characters: Sam Winchester/Billie Jenkins, Dean Winchester, Wyatt and Chris Halliwell
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fic_variations Prompt: Four Seasons (#2)
Content Warning: From here on out, Spoilers for through the end of season 2 (SPN) and the end of the series (Charmed)
Summary: Billie discovers the brothers while babysitting.
Author's Note: This may not go over well, but they wouldn't get out of my head. So there they are.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or Charmed. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
Part 1
Billie was starting to get frustrated. She had been trying for an hour to get the two boys to go down for a nap, but they just wouldn’t. Wyatt was too busy looking at the cars as they drove past the window and Christ was in a bad mood, not at all interested in listening to what Billie had to say. She collapsed on the couch next to where Wyatt was looking out the window, his head turning slightly with every car that went by. Chris was glaring at her from his playpen across the room, and hadn’t let up on that glare for the past hour. She returned it for a minute, before groaning and flopping her head back.
She was spending her summer break on diaper duty. Fan-tastic.
Not that she didn’t deserve it. In fact, she was surprised that after everything she and Christy had put them through that Piper was letting her anywhere near her children. It had taken a while, but they were slowly starting to trust her again, Wyatt being the strongest force in that. When he finally stopped putting up force fields whenever she was around, that was when Piper started trusting her more, considering leaving them with Billie safer than leaving them with someone non-magical. She wasn’t alone most of the time, either. Usually their grandfather was there, but today he was off taking care of something, so it was just her and the boys.
Well, just her, the boys, and the ancient looking black car that had been parked down the street all day. She hadn’t given it much thought at first, but as the day progressed, she started to get more and more paranoid. She could make out two occupants in the car, and not much else, and now Wyatt had become particularly fascinated with it, pointing at it through the window.
“Car!” he grinned.
“Yeah, sweetie,” she nodded, “That’s a car alright.”
“Go see car?” he asked, climbing off the couch and taking hold of her hand. She hesitated for a minute before realizing this would be a good way to figure out who was staking them out. She walked over and grabbed Chris out of the playpen before taking Wyatt’s hand and leading him out the door.
When they reached the passenger’s side, she noticed that the other guy was gone, and there was only the driver left, leaning against the side of his car. She gave him a bright smile, “Hi.”
The man jumped before giving her a wide smile, “Hi yourself.”
Billie internally rolled her eyes, but kept the smile on, “I hope you don’t mind me, coming down here like this,” she said, before pointing to Wyatt, who was petting the hood of the car like it was a cat, “But he really wanted to see the car.”
“Nah, that’s not a problem,” the man shook his head, watching Wyatt warily, “He doesn’t have anything on his hands, does he?”
Billie laughed, “No, don’t worry about it. He’s clean.” She shifted Chris to one hip, before extending her hand to him, “I’m Billie.”
“Dean,” he replied, shaking her hand.
“What brings you through the neighborhood, Dean?” she asked, leaning against the side of the car herself.
“Family,” he replied, “Me and my brother came up to visit our aunt. We’re only just passin’ through.”
“Really?” she asked, “Who’s your aunt?”
Dean’s face went blank for a minute before he spoke slowly, “Piper.”
“Piper?” Billie frowned, “Piper Halliwell?”
“That’s her,” Dean nodded, “Good ol’ Aunt Piper.”
“So who’s son are you?” Billie asked again, “Phoebe or Paige? Or Prue, maybe?”
“Prue, unfortunately,” he said soberly, “But after Mom’s tragic, tragic death, Piper took us in, practically raised us as her own. Poor dear was never gifted with any herself.”
Billie raised an eyebrow, before turning to Chris with a smirk, “You and your brother must be some kind of miracle, huh?” Chris giggled slightly, and Dean gave her another blank look. She shook her head before turning back to him, “Meet Wyatt and Chris—Piper Halliwell’s sons.”
“Oh,” Dean stammered, “That is some kind of miracle.”
Dean looked caught and she dropped the smirk, placing her free hand on her hip, “So let’s try this again, shall we? Who are you, and what do you want with the Halliwell sisters?” Dean opened his mouth and started to answer, when there was another voice from behind him.
“Billie?”
She looked up and saw a face that looked slightly familiar, but she couldn’t quite place. “Do I know you?” she asked.
“Sam—from Stanford,” he replied, looking slightly embarrassed, “We met at that party—after the football game.”
Billie blinked at him for a second, before her face lit up, “Sam! Right!”
“You two know each other?” Dean frowned, glancing between the two.
“We met once,” Sam replied, “At a party.”
“I got that much,” Dean smirked slightly. Sam shook his head, before giving Billie a smile.
“I see you’ve met my brother, Dean.”
Dean scratched the back of his neck, and Billie nodded, “Yeah—he was just telling me about how you were coming to visit your ‘maiden aunt,’ Piper Halliwell.”
“Maiden aunt?” Sam groaned, before giving his brother a look, “How old do you think they are, eighty?”
“Well, they usually are, aren’t they?” Dean stammered, “Old, with all the wrinkles—”
Sam shook his head, “Sorry about that. My brother doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
“Apparently,” Billie nodded, “So back to my original question—what do you guys want with the Halliwell sisters?”
Sam hesitated slightly, “We kind of—need help with something in their area of expertise.”
“What kind of help?” Billie frowned, not quite sure what he was getting at.
“This is gonna sound crazy but—” Sam paused, trying to choose his words carefully, “—supernatural help.”
Billie’s eyes widened slightly, before leaning in and dropping her voice, “You have a demon problem?”
Sam nodded slowly, both brothers giving her a long look. “You know about demons?” Dean frowned.
“Yeah,” Billie nodded, “I think I might be able to help you out.”
Title: Porch Swings and Simple Rhymes (2/5)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT/PG-13
Characters: Sam Winchester/Billie Jenkins, Dean Winchester, Wyatt and Chris Halliwell
fic_variations Prompt: Four Seasons (#2)Content Warning: From here on out, Spoilers for through the end of season 2 (SPN) and the end of the series (Charmed)
Summary: Billie discovers the brothers while babysitting.
Author's Note: This may not go over well, but they wouldn't get out of my head. So there they are.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or Charmed. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
Part 1
Billie was starting to get frustrated. She had been trying for an hour to get the two boys to go down for a nap, but they just wouldn’t. Wyatt was too busy looking at the cars as they drove past the window and Christ was in a bad mood, not at all interested in listening to what Billie had to say. She collapsed on the couch next to where Wyatt was looking out the window, his head turning slightly with every car that went by. Chris was glaring at her from his playpen across the room, and hadn’t let up on that glare for the past hour. She returned it for a minute, before groaning and flopping her head back.
She was spending her summer break on diaper duty. Fan-tastic.
Not that she didn’t deserve it. In fact, she was surprised that after everything she and Christy had put them through that Piper was letting her anywhere near her children. It had taken a while, but they were slowly starting to trust her again, Wyatt being the strongest force in that. When he finally stopped putting up force fields whenever she was around, that was when Piper started trusting her more, considering leaving them with Billie safer than leaving them with someone non-magical. She wasn’t alone most of the time, either. Usually their grandfather was there, but today he was off taking care of something, so it was just her and the boys.
Well, just her, the boys, and the ancient looking black car that had been parked down the street all day. She hadn’t given it much thought at first, but as the day progressed, she started to get more and more paranoid. She could make out two occupants in the car, and not much else, and now Wyatt had become particularly fascinated with it, pointing at it through the window.
“Car!” he grinned.
“Yeah, sweetie,” she nodded, “That’s a car alright.”
“Go see car?” he asked, climbing off the couch and taking hold of her hand. She hesitated for a minute before realizing this would be a good way to figure out who was staking them out. She walked over and grabbed Chris out of the playpen before taking Wyatt’s hand and leading him out the door.
When they reached the passenger’s side, she noticed that the other guy was gone, and there was only the driver left, leaning against the side of his car. She gave him a bright smile, “Hi.”
The man jumped before giving her a wide smile, “Hi yourself.”
Billie internally rolled her eyes, but kept the smile on, “I hope you don’t mind me, coming down here like this,” she said, before pointing to Wyatt, who was petting the hood of the car like it was a cat, “But he really wanted to see the car.”
“Nah, that’s not a problem,” the man shook his head, watching Wyatt warily, “He doesn’t have anything on his hands, does he?”
Billie laughed, “No, don’t worry about it. He’s clean.” She shifted Chris to one hip, before extending her hand to him, “I’m Billie.”
“Dean,” he replied, shaking her hand.
“What brings you through the neighborhood, Dean?” she asked, leaning against the side of the car herself.
“Family,” he replied, “Me and my brother came up to visit our aunt. We’re only just passin’ through.”
“Really?” she asked, “Who’s your aunt?”
Dean’s face went blank for a minute before he spoke slowly, “Piper.”
“Piper?” Billie frowned, “Piper Halliwell?”
“That’s her,” Dean nodded, “Good ol’ Aunt Piper.”
“So who’s son are you?” Billie asked again, “Phoebe or Paige? Or Prue, maybe?”
“Prue, unfortunately,” he said soberly, “But after Mom’s tragic, tragic death, Piper took us in, practically raised us as her own. Poor dear was never gifted with any herself.”
Billie raised an eyebrow, before turning to Chris with a smirk, “You and your brother must be some kind of miracle, huh?” Chris giggled slightly, and Dean gave her another blank look. She shook her head before turning back to him, “Meet Wyatt and Chris—Piper Halliwell’s sons.”
“Oh,” Dean stammered, “That is some kind of miracle.”
Dean looked caught and she dropped the smirk, placing her free hand on her hip, “So let’s try this again, shall we? Who are you, and what do you want with the Halliwell sisters?” Dean opened his mouth and started to answer, when there was another voice from behind him.
“Billie?”
She looked up and saw a face that looked slightly familiar, but she couldn’t quite place. “Do I know you?” she asked.
“Sam—from Stanford,” he replied, looking slightly embarrassed, “We met at that party—after the football game.”
Billie blinked at him for a second, before her face lit up, “Sam! Right!”
“You two know each other?” Dean frowned, glancing between the two.
“We met once,” Sam replied, “At a party.”
“I got that much,” Dean smirked slightly. Sam shook his head, before giving Billie a smile.
“I see you’ve met my brother, Dean.”
Dean scratched the back of his neck, and Billie nodded, “Yeah—he was just telling me about how you were coming to visit your ‘maiden aunt,’ Piper Halliwell.”
“Maiden aunt?” Sam groaned, before giving his brother a look, “How old do you think they are, eighty?”
“Well, they usually are, aren’t they?” Dean stammered, “Old, with all the wrinkles—”
Sam shook his head, “Sorry about that. My brother doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
“Apparently,” Billie nodded, “So back to my original question—what do you guys want with the Halliwell sisters?”
Sam hesitated slightly, “We kind of—need help with something in their area of expertise.”
“What kind of help?” Billie frowned, not quite sure what he was getting at.
“This is gonna sound crazy but—” Sam paused, trying to choose his words carefully, “—supernatural help.”
Billie’s eyes widened slightly, before leaning in and dropping her voice, “You have a demon problem?”
Sam nodded slowly, both brothers giving her a long look. “You know about demons?” Dean frowned.
“Yeah,” Billie nodded, “I think I might be able to help you out.”