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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-07-20 03:06 pm
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Sam/Billie - Porch Swings and Simple Rhymes (3/5)
Fandom: Supernatural/Charmed
Title: Porch Swings and Simple Rhymes (3/5)
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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 (#3)
Content Warning: From here on out, Spoilers for through the end of season 2 (SPN) and the end of the series (Charmed)
Summary: Billie and Sam try to figure out a way to help Dean.
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 | Part 2
Dean had begged off on hanging out with Sam and Billie while they tried to figure out a way to free him from his deal. He had already listened to Sam run over all the options they had in getting him out of this, and he wasn’t really interested. He had made his deal, and he made peace with the fact that he had made his deal, but he was going to let Sam try anyway. It was what Sam did best, and at least he wasn’t just dwelling on the fact that his brother was going to die when the year was up. He was active—doing things. Giving Dean places to go, instead of asking him what the point was, and frankly—it was helping keep Dean’s mind of things as well.
He said he was going to grab some dinner and head back to the motel while Sam and his friend poked around and saw what they could find. He was turning into the parking lot of the local McDonalds when he heard a giggle from the backseat of the car. It was a giggle he recognized for the type, rather than the person, and he frowned slightly in confusion. He turned around, and met the blue eyes of his back seat passenger. He shook his head slightly, before pulling his cell phone out of his pocket.
“Oh, Billie is going to kill you,” he chuckled, hitting the first speed dial on his phone.
***
“So—you’re a witch too, huh?” Sam sighed, letting his eyes wander around the attic as Billie went over to the Book of Shadows. He heard rumors that the book could protect itself—could sense evil—so he wasn’t taking any chances and keeping his distance.
“Yup,” she sighed, flipping through the book. “Kinda cool actually.”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” he nodded.
“What kind of demon did you say you were looking for?”
“A Crossroads Demon,” Sam replied, turning to look at her. She nodded before continuing to flip through the book.
“What did your brother do, anyway?” Billie asked. “Seriously piss it off?”
“He made a deal,” Sam replied. “And now I have to get him out of it.”
“Idiot,” Billie rolled her eyes. “How long did he get?”
“A year,” Sam nodded slowly. “So you see why I on a bit of a time crunch.”
“Yeah, I follow you,” Billie sighed, looking up at him. “You know, Dean seems pretty persuasive—how’d he get such a short stick?”
“Well—” he sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “—he had pissed her off previously, and—she didn’t want to grant his request.”
“So he bartered her down until he got what he wanted.” Billie looked up for a minute, before shrugging, “I know he’s your brother, Sam—but I just don’t sympathize. Whatever he wanted wasn’t worth just living for a year.”
Sam cringed slightly. The brothers hadn’t told Billie what the deal was about—Dean seemed to want to keep that little secret between them and Bobby—but it didn’t really matter. Most people wrote off the fact that he made a deal, no matter what the deal was for. He shrugged slightly before he spoke again.
“Yeah, well—Dean doesn’t think ahead so much,” Sam sighed. “There’s—some things he can’t handle.”
Billie nodded, before tilting her head slightly, “Sure the demon didn’t have a more specific name?”
“You’re not finding anything?” he asked, peering over the edge of the book.
“Not right now,” Billie asked, giving him a look. “Wouldn’t hurt if I had a little help?”
He hesitated for a minute, before walking over, and standing next to her. When the book didn’t vault out of view, he placed a hesitant hand on it, and started reading what was written, “So what exactly are we looking for?”
“You know what she looks like, right?” Billie asked, and Sam nodded. “Well, just—see if you spot her picture. Then we might have a better picture of what we’re looking at.”
Sam nodded again, skimming each page briefly before he turned it, and Billie looked with him for a minute, before she moved over and sat on the couch, “So—how’ve you been?” she asked him, and he looked up at her with a shrug.
“I’ve been alright.”
“You had a girlfriend, didn’t you? How is she?”
Sam froze again, before responding slowly, “She passed away. Dorm fire.”
Billie’s jaw dropped slightly, before frowning, “Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s alright,” he shrugged, “You didn’t know.”
“No, I heard about that fire—I just didn’t realize she was the one in it.”
“Yeah,” Sam nodded, “It hit me really hard there for a while.”
Billie nodded with him, before asking again, “So how’d you wind up on the road with Dean?”
“I needed to get away for a while, and Dean had the car and was willing to drive, so—” he shrugged. “—I figured it was a good way to escape.”
“Sounds like it was,” she nodded, before they settled into silence again. Sam continued flipping through the book, until his phone rang on his hip. He picked it up, but still didn’t look up from what he was doing.
“Yeah?”
“Ask Billie if she’s got all her midgets.”
Sam’s brow furrowed in confusion, and he looked up at Billie, “You have Chris and Wyatt, right?”
“Of course I do,” Billie nodded, “They’re right over there—” Her voice trailed off when her eyes fell on the playpen, and there was only one set of eyes staring back at her. “Oh my God!”
Dean chuckled on the other end of the line, “I have Wyatt, he’s fine, I’m on my way back to the house now.”
“Alright, I’ll tell her,” Sam grinned, before hanging up the phone.
“Oh my God, oh my God, Piper is going to kill me,” Billie sighed.
“Piper is not going to kill you,” Sam replied, walking over to her. “Dean has Wyatt.”
“Dean has Wyatt?” Billie said, turning to him confused.
“Wyatt must have climbed into the car when no one was paying attention,” Sam sighed. “He’s fine.”
“He’s fine. Oh. OK,” Billie said, taking a deep breath, “Now, Dean just has to get back here before Piper gets home, and we’ll be good.”
“We’re good,” Sam nodded.
“We’re good,” Billie grinned, until she heard the front door open.
“Billie? We’re home,” Piper’s voice drifted up from the first floor.
“Oh, God, I’m dead,” Billie sighed, burying her face in her hands.
Title: Porch Swings and Simple Rhymes (3/5)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT/PG-13
Characters: Sam Winchester/Billie Jenkins, Dean Winchester, Wyatt and Chris Halliwell
fic_variations Prompt: Four Seasons (#3)Content Warning: From here on out, Spoilers for through the end of season 2 (SPN) and the end of the series (Charmed)
Summary: Billie and Sam try to figure out a way to help Dean.
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 | Part 2
Dean had begged off on hanging out with Sam and Billie while they tried to figure out a way to free him from his deal. He had already listened to Sam run over all the options they had in getting him out of this, and he wasn’t really interested. He had made his deal, and he made peace with the fact that he had made his deal, but he was going to let Sam try anyway. It was what Sam did best, and at least he wasn’t just dwelling on the fact that his brother was going to die when the year was up. He was active—doing things. Giving Dean places to go, instead of asking him what the point was, and frankly—it was helping keep Dean’s mind of things as well.
He said he was going to grab some dinner and head back to the motel while Sam and his friend poked around and saw what they could find. He was turning into the parking lot of the local McDonalds when he heard a giggle from the backseat of the car. It was a giggle he recognized for the type, rather than the person, and he frowned slightly in confusion. He turned around, and met the blue eyes of his back seat passenger. He shook his head slightly, before pulling his cell phone out of his pocket.
“Oh, Billie is going to kill you,” he chuckled, hitting the first speed dial on his phone.
***
“So—you’re a witch too, huh?” Sam sighed, letting his eyes wander around the attic as Billie went over to the Book of Shadows. He heard rumors that the book could protect itself—could sense evil—so he wasn’t taking any chances and keeping his distance.
“Yup,” she sighed, flipping through the book. “Kinda cool actually.”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” he nodded.
“What kind of demon did you say you were looking for?”
“A Crossroads Demon,” Sam replied, turning to look at her. She nodded before continuing to flip through the book.
“What did your brother do, anyway?” Billie asked. “Seriously piss it off?”
“He made a deal,” Sam replied. “And now I have to get him out of it.”
“Idiot,” Billie rolled her eyes. “How long did he get?”
“A year,” Sam nodded slowly. “So you see why I on a bit of a time crunch.”
“Yeah, I follow you,” Billie sighed, looking up at him. “You know, Dean seems pretty persuasive—how’d he get such a short stick?”
“Well—” he sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “—he had pissed her off previously, and—she didn’t want to grant his request.”
“So he bartered her down until he got what he wanted.” Billie looked up for a minute, before shrugging, “I know he’s your brother, Sam—but I just don’t sympathize. Whatever he wanted wasn’t worth just living for a year.”
Sam cringed slightly. The brothers hadn’t told Billie what the deal was about—Dean seemed to want to keep that little secret between them and Bobby—but it didn’t really matter. Most people wrote off the fact that he made a deal, no matter what the deal was for. He shrugged slightly before he spoke again.
“Yeah, well—Dean doesn’t think ahead so much,” Sam sighed. “There’s—some things he can’t handle.”
Billie nodded, before tilting her head slightly, “Sure the demon didn’t have a more specific name?”
“You’re not finding anything?” he asked, peering over the edge of the book.
“Not right now,” Billie asked, giving him a look. “Wouldn’t hurt if I had a little help?”
He hesitated for a minute, before walking over, and standing next to her. When the book didn’t vault out of view, he placed a hesitant hand on it, and started reading what was written, “So what exactly are we looking for?”
“You know what she looks like, right?” Billie asked, and Sam nodded. “Well, just—see if you spot her picture. Then we might have a better picture of what we’re looking at.”
Sam nodded again, skimming each page briefly before he turned it, and Billie looked with him for a minute, before she moved over and sat on the couch, “So—how’ve you been?” she asked him, and he looked up at her with a shrug.
“I’ve been alright.”
“You had a girlfriend, didn’t you? How is she?”
Sam froze again, before responding slowly, “She passed away. Dorm fire.”
Billie’s jaw dropped slightly, before frowning, “Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s alright,” he shrugged, “You didn’t know.”
“No, I heard about that fire—I just didn’t realize she was the one in it.”
“Yeah,” Sam nodded, “It hit me really hard there for a while.”
Billie nodded with him, before asking again, “So how’d you wind up on the road with Dean?”
“I needed to get away for a while, and Dean had the car and was willing to drive, so—” he shrugged. “—I figured it was a good way to escape.”
“Sounds like it was,” she nodded, before they settled into silence again. Sam continued flipping through the book, until his phone rang on his hip. He picked it up, but still didn’t look up from what he was doing.
“Yeah?”
“Ask Billie if she’s got all her midgets.”
Sam’s brow furrowed in confusion, and he looked up at Billie, “You have Chris and Wyatt, right?”
“Of course I do,” Billie nodded, “They’re right over there—” Her voice trailed off when her eyes fell on the playpen, and there was only one set of eyes staring back at her. “Oh my God!”
Dean chuckled on the other end of the line, “I have Wyatt, he’s fine, I’m on my way back to the house now.”
“Alright, I’ll tell her,” Sam grinned, before hanging up the phone.
“Oh my God, oh my God, Piper is going to kill me,” Billie sighed.
“Piper is not going to kill you,” Sam replied, walking over to her. “Dean has Wyatt.”
“Dean has Wyatt?” Billie said, turning to him confused.
“Wyatt must have climbed into the car when no one was paying attention,” Sam sighed. “He’s fine.”
“He’s fine. Oh. OK,” Billie said, taking a deep breath, “Now, Dean just has to get back here before Piper gets home, and we’ll be good.”
“We’re good,” Sam nodded.
“We’re good,” Billie grinned, until she heard the front door open.
“Billie? We’re home,” Piper’s voice drifted up from the first floor.
“Oh, God, I’m dead,” Billie sighed, burying her face in her hands.
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Can you just TELL how much sugar i've eaten today? Lol.
P.S. How do you feel about my wanting to make arts?
You'd get credit
*waggles eyebrows*
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I'm glad you liked it.
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I'll see what I can do, but I'm glad you like it.