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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-08-08 11:45 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-08-08 11:45 am
Dean/Anna - Agent Barracks and Agent Green
There are still plenty of letters open for the Alphabet Sentence!Fic meme if anyone wants to drop by and request something. If I like it, it might get turned into a larger fic. *pokes* And I know I still owe people ficlets, but my muse is just getting back to me so--yeah. Hopefully I'll have them done before I go on vacation on Saturday.
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Agent Barracks and Agent Green
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Anna Scherlacker (OC), Noah Walker (OC)
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15_song_titles Prompt: I Want to Save You
12_developments Prompt: 4. Best Friend
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: The local police department gets paid a visit by DHS.
Author's Note: Part of my Keys to the Underground series. Takes place after Different Kinds of Support.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
Two sets of heels clicked down the hallway of the police precinct. They went straight past the front desk, despite the attempt for them to be stopped. They walked right up to the interrogation room with the man they were looking for sitting in it.
“That Dean Winchester?” the first one, a tall dark haired man with a goatee, asked.
“Yes,” the police officer began, turning to them in surprise. “Who are you?”
“Agent Green,” the second, a shorter, dark-haired, woman replied, holding up a badge. “And this is Agent Barracks, DHS.”
“Homeland Security?” the man frowned.
“Yes,” ‘Agent Barracks’ replied. “You received a fax indicating our arrival.”
“Yes,” a plain clothes detective replied, rushing forward. “Agent Martin Barracks and Agent—Brandon Green?”
‘Agent Green’ gave ‘Barracks’ a side-long look, before turning back to the detective. “My parents had a sense of humor.” She sighed slightly, before looking back up at the detectives. “We’ll just take Winchester and be out of your hair.”
“Wait—just one thing—how is Winchester a threat to national security?” the detective asked, as the DHS agents started to head towards the room.
“A man who leaves a trail of terror behind him as he goes?” ‘Barracks’ replied, raising an eyebrow in the direction of the detectives. “How is he not?”
The detective eyed him warily, before stepping to the side and letting them walk into the room. ‘Green’ took the lead, walking over to Winchester and pulling him out of the chair roughly. The detectives watched as he shot back some retort to her over his shoulder, and wince as she twisted his arm into place behind his back. They cuffed him and led him out of the precinct, and the detectives watched them the entire way. He was led to the black sedan sitting in the parking lot. ‘Barracks’ took the front passenger side, while ‘Green’ slid in the back with Winchester. They headed back into the bullpen, until the sound of footsteps stopped in front of their desk, and they looked up into the face of two suits.
“Detective? My name is Agent Green, this is Agent Barracks. We’re here to pick up Dean Winchester.”
They looked at each other, before looking up at the agents. “You gotta be shitting me.”
***
“Did you have to cuff me so hard?” Dean whined, rubbing his wrists once Anna had taken the cuffs off.
“Sorry, baby,” she whispered, kissing him on the cheek. “But I had to make it look real.”
“It’s better that it was her than me,” Noah Walker spoke up from the front seat. “I would have been worse.”
“Besides,” she murmured, leaning over to whisper in his ear. “You like it when I tie you up.”
“I heard that!” Noah shouted back at her. “No kink talk in the car.” Anna stuck her tongue out at him, and Dean just grinned before speaking again.
“How did you guys get in there?” Dean sighed. “I never would have though they’d fall for that.”
“Yeah, well—a bit of telepathic subliminal messaging doesn’t hurt,” Noah replied, shifting so that his feet were kicked up on the dashboard of the car. Gina was driving, and they were getting out of town as soon as possible, and coming back for other things—like the Impala—later.
It was a long drive back to the boarding house, and while Anna and Gina quickly headed inside, Dean held back with Noah, rubbing his hands together before giving the man a grin.
“I wanted to thank you, dude,” Dean said quietly. “You didn’t have to help her come in and get me.”
“What kind of best friend would I be if I let her go in, no back-up?” Noah asked, giving Dean a look.
“Good point,” Dean nodded. “I know I’m not your favorite person though, so—thanks.”
“Not a problem,” Noah sighed. “Nothing’s changed though—just so you know.”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah, I know.”
“And don’t make a habit of this, alright? We can only do it so many times before the idiots start catching on.”
Dean chuckled slightly, before nodding his head, “Don’t worry. Getting picked up by the cops isn’t my idea of a good time.”
“Good,” Noah nodded, before clapping him on the back lightly. “Good.”
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Agent Barracks and Agent Green
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Anna Scherlacker (OC), Noah Walker (OC)
15_song_titles Prompt: I Want to Save You12_developments Prompt: 4. Best FriendContent Warning: N/A
Summary: The local police department gets paid a visit by DHS.
Author's Note: Part of my Keys to the Underground series. Takes place after Different Kinds of Support.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
Two sets of heels clicked down the hallway of the police precinct. They went straight past the front desk, despite the attempt for them to be stopped. They walked right up to the interrogation room with the man they were looking for sitting in it.
“That Dean Winchester?” the first one, a tall dark haired man with a goatee, asked.
“Yes,” the police officer began, turning to them in surprise. “Who are you?”
“Agent Green,” the second, a shorter, dark-haired, woman replied, holding up a badge. “And this is Agent Barracks, DHS.”
“Homeland Security?” the man frowned.
“Yes,” ‘Agent Barracks’ replied. “You received a fax indicating our arrival.”
“Yes,” a plain clothes detective replied, rushing forward. “Agent Martin Barracks and Agent—Brandon Green?”
‘Agent Green’ gave ‘Barracks’ a side-long look, before turning back to the detective. “My parents had a sense of humor.” She sighed slightly, before looking back up at the detectives. “We’ll just take Winchester and be out of your hair.”
“Wait—just one thing—how is Winchester a threat to national security?” the detective asked, as the DHS agents started to head towards the room.
“A man who leaves a trail of terror behind him as he goes?” ‘Barracks’ replied, raising an eyebrow in the direction of the detectives. “How is he not?”
The detective eyed him warily, before stepping to the side and letting them walk into the room. ‘Green’ took the lead, walking over to Winchester and pulling him out of the chair roughly. The detectives watched as he shot back some retort to her over his shoulder, and wince as she twisted his arm into place behind his back. They cuffed him and led him out of the precinct, and the detectives watched them the entire way. He was led to the black sedan sitting in the parking lot. ‘Barracks’ took the front passenger side, while ‘Green’ slid in the back with Winchester. They headed back into the bullpen, until the sound of footsteps stopped in front of their desk, and they looked up into the face of two suits.
“Detective? My name is Agent Green, this is Agent Barracks. We’re here to pick up Dean Winchester.”
They looked at each other, before looking up at the agents. “You gotta be shitting me.”
***
“Did you have to cuff me so hard?” Dean whined, rubbing his wrists once Anna had taken the cuffs off.
“Sorry, baby,” she whispered, kissing him on the cheek. “But I had to make it look real.”
“It’s better that it was her than me,” Noah Walker spoke up from the front seat. “I would have been worse.”
“Besides,” she murmured, leaning over to whisper in his ear. “You like it when I tie you up.”
“I heard that!” Noah shouted back at her. “No kink talk in the car.” Anna stuck her tongue out at him, and Dean just grinned before speaking again.
“How did you guys get in there?” Dean sighed. “I never would have though they’d fall for that.”
“Yeah, well—a bit of telepathic subliminal messaging doesn’t hurt,” Noah replied, shifting so that his feet were kicked up on the dashboard of the car. Gina was driving, and they were getting out of town as soon as possible, and coming back for other things—like the Impala—later.
It was a long drive back to the boarding house, and while Anna and Gina quickly headed inside, Dean held back with Noah, rubbing his hands together before giving the man a grin.
“I wanted to thank you, dude,” Dean said quietly. “You didn’t have to help her come in and get me.”
“What kind of best friend would I be if I let her go in, no back-up?” Noah asked, giving Dean a look.
“Good point,” Dean nodded. “I know I’m not your favorite person though, so—thanks.”
“Not a problem,” Noah sighed. “Nothing’s changed though—just so you know.”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah, I know.”
“And don’t make a habit of this, alright? We can only do it so many times before the idiots start catching on.”
Dean chuckled slightly, before nodding his head, “Don’t worry. Getting picked up by the cops isn’t my idea of a good time.”
“Good,” Noah nodded, before clapping him on the back lightly. “Good.”
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