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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-03-16 02:22 pm
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Dean/Calleigh - Rough Night
Fandom: CSI: Miami/Supernatural
Title: Rough Night
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Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Calleigh Duquesne
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7_crossovers Prompt: 3. Sickness
fic_variations Prompt: luck (#2)
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Dean and Calleigh deal with the aftermath of a rough night.
Author's Note: Set pre-series for both, so Calleigh is still in New Orleans.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or Supernatural. They're owned by CBS and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
He watched her walk in ahead of him, and he shut the door behind him. She seemed so—small. He’d never seen her like this. So jumpy and defeated. The past few days hadn’t been the best stroke of luck for her, and he wanted to make sure she was going to be OK. His dad had taken off for his next job, but Dean had decided to stick around, and make sure she was going to be OK. He walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
“Calleigh—” he began, and she just pushed him away.
“Please don’t,” she whispered, sitting down on her couch.
Dean just stood in the middle of her living room, unsure of what to do or say. They were both still covered in blood and dirt from the hunt, and he knew they should probably get cleaned up, but he didn’t want to push her before she was ready. She’d had a helluva night.
“I don’t want to talk to your dad,” she whispered, running a hand over her face, “I don’t want to hear about how I did the right thing. In fact, I think I’m going to be sick.”
She got up from the couch and pushed past him to her bathroom. He followed her, but she shut the door on him, and turned on the water for the sink. He ran a hand over his face, and stood outside the door for a minute, trying to figure out what to do. It was about ten minutes before the water was turned off, and she opened the door.
“I’m gonna hop in the shower,” she whispered, “Unless you wanna go—”
“No, no,” he shook his head, “It’s your shower, you can go first.”
“You’re more of a mess than I am,” she protested, and he shook his head.
“You need it more than I do.”
“Thank you,” she replied, before shutting the door again. He walked away from the door before seeing the dish soap and sink in her kitchen. He ran the water for a minute, before splashing his face with cold water, and starting to wash his hands. It was going to be a long night.
***
When Dean got out of the shower, Calleigh was curled up on the couch with a cup of something in her hand. Her hair was still wet, but she looked as though she was feeling better. When she looked up and saw him, she gave him a soft smile, and motioned to the spot on the couch next to her. He sat down next to her, and she moved closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He usually wasn’t this touchy-feely, but she needed this.
“Can you stay tonight?” she asked.
“If you need me to, I can,” he replied, turning to look at her, “Calleigh—I’m sorry.”
“I don’t know if I can do this job anymore,” she whispered, “I—I don’t know if I can handle it.”
“I know tonight was hard,” he sighed, “But you take a few days, pull yourself together, and get back on the horse. You’re doing a lot of good out here.”
“Dean, I don’t think I can,” she said, “I don’t think I have the heart to do this any more. It started before this whole thing with Jason, I’m just—I’m tired.”
“So what are you going to do?” Dean said, his frustration sounding in his voice, “Just going to pretend it’s not out there? Just do nothing?”
“No—I’m just—I’m not going to search them out,” she sighed, before pulling away from him. “I was offered a position in Miami, and—I think I’m going to take it.”
“Calleigh—”
“Dean, I just shot my partner and best friend tonight,” she sighed starting to pace, “He tried to kill me because he was possessed by some demon or spirit or something, and I had to shoot him in order to get him in a position to exorcise the damn thing, and then he died.”
“I know, Call,” he said, getting up from the couch, “I was there, remember? I had to help.”
Calleigh ran a hand through her hair, “I can’t do this again, Dean. I can’t.”
“I know,” he sighed, “I know. It’s your choice. Just—promise me you’re not going to be stupid about this.”
She gave him a small smile, the first genuine one he had seen from her since it all went down. “I’ll be careful. I’m not stupid.”
“Good,” he nodded.
“Besides,” she said, “These guys don’t like Miami too much. Too bright and sunny for their tastes.”
He grinned at her, before nodding, “Yeah, I guess you gotta point there.”
“Thanks for being here, Dean,” she sighed, “I appreciate it.”
He shrugged, “You needed me. I’m here.”
“I’m glad.”
Title: Rough Night
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Calleigh Duquesne
7_crossovers Prompt: 3. Sicknessfic_variations Prompt: luck (#2)Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Dean and Calleigh deal with the aftermath of a rough night.
Author's Note: Set pre-series for both, so Calleigh is still in New Orleans.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or Supernatural. They're owned by CBS and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
He watched her walk in ahead of him, and he shut the door behind him. She seemed so—small. He’d never seen her like this. So jumpy and defeated. The past few days hadn’t been the best stroke of luck for her, and he wanted to make sure she was going to be OK. His dad had taken off for his next job, but Dean had decided to stick around, and make sure she was going to be OK. He walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
“Calleigh—” he began, and she just pushed him away.
“Please don’t,” she whispered, sitting down on her couch.
Dean just stood in the middle of her living room, unsure of what to do or say. They were both still covered in blood and dirt from the hunt, and he knew they should probably get cleaned up, but he didn’t want to push her before she was ready. She’d had a helluva night.
“I don’t want to talk to your dad,” she whispered, running a hand over her face, “I don’t want to hear about how I did the right thing. In fact, I think I’m going to be sick.”
She got up from the couch and pushed past him to her bathroom. He followed her, but she shut the door on him, and turned on the water for the sink. He ran a hand over his face, and stood outside the door for a minute, trying to figure out what to do. It was about ten minutes before the water was turned off, and she opened the door.
“I’m gonna hop in the shower,” she whispered, “Unless you wanna go—”
“No, no,” he shook his head, “It’s your shower, you can go first.”
“You’re more of a mess than I am,” she protested, and he shook his head.
“You need it more than I do.”
“Thank you,” she replied, before shutting the door again. He walked away from the door before seeing the dish soap and sink in her kitchen. He ran the water for a minute, before splashing his face with cold water, and starting to wash his hands. It was going to be a long night.
***
When Dean got out of the shower, Calleigh was curled up on the couch with a cup of something in her hand. Her hair was still wet, but she looked as though she was feeling better. When she looked up and saw him, she gave him a soft smile, and motioned to the spot on the couch next to her. He sat down next to her, and she moved closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He usually wasn’t this touchy-feely, but she needed this.
“Can you stay tonight?” she asked.
“If you need me to, I can,” he replied, turning to look at her, “Calleigh—I’m sorry.”
“I don’t know if I can do this job anymore,” she whispered, “I—I don’t know if I can handle it.”
“I know tonight was hard,” he sighed, “But you take a few days, pull yourself together, and get back on the horse. You’re doing a lot of good out here.”
“Dean, I don’t think I can,” she said, “I don’t think I have the heart to do this any more. It started before this whole thing with Jason, I’m just—I’m tired.”
“So what are you going to do?” Dean said, his frustration sounding in his voice, “Just going to pretend it’s not out there? Just do nothing?”
“No—I’m just—I’m not going to search them out,” she sighed, before pulling away from him. “I was offered a position in Miami, and—I think I’m going to take it.”
“Calleigh—”
“Dean, I just shot my partner and best friend tonight,” she sighed starting to pace, “He tried to kill me because he was possessed by some demon or spirit or something, and I had to shoot him in order to get him in a position to exorcise the damn thing, and then he died.”
“I know, Call,” he said, getting up from the couch, “I was there, remember? I had to help.”
Calleigh ran a hand through her hair, “I can’t do this again, Dean. I can’t.”
“I know,” he sighed, “I know. It’s your choice. Just—promise me you’re not going to be stupid about this.”
She gave him a small smile, the first genuine one he had seen from her since it all went down. “I’ll be careful. I’m not stupid.”
“Good,” he nodded.
“Besides,” she said, “These guys don’t like Miami too much. Too bright and sunny for their tastes.”
He grinned at her, before nodding, “Yeah, I guess you gotta point there.”
“Thanks for being here, Dean,” she sighed, “I appreciate it.”
He shrugged, “You needed me. I’m here.”
“I’m glad.”
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