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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-01-20 11:24 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-01-20 11:24 pm
Dean/Calleigh - Good People (1/?)
Fandom: Supernatural/CSI: Miami
Title: Good People (1/?)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Calleigh Duquesne, Sam Winchester
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: A few old friends pop in on Calleigh in the middle of the night.
Author's Note: This is my first time seriously writing Sam and Dean, so any pointers and concrit would be greatly appreciated. Also this is a bit of an experiment. I really do like the idea of Dean/Calleigh, and hopefully, this'll turn out really well. It's also a lot shorter than it looks. It's really just a lot of dialouge.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or CSI: Miami. They're owned by CBS. However, all original characters are mine, so please do not borrow them without my permission.
“You’re just pissed because you don’t have any friends that would put us up. If you have any friends at all,” Sam said from the passengers seat.
“Hey, wait a minute,” Dean said, throwing glares at his brother as he drove, “I have friends!”
“Friends that would let you stay with them, and know what we do?”
“Yes.”
“Prove it.”
“Fine. She’s lives not to far from a job we’re doing,” Dean sighed before reaching for his cell phone, “We’ll crash with her.”
“You’re calling her now?”
“Yeah,” Dean said giving his brother a look, “Should I call her now, or later, when we’re sitting in her driveway?”
“It’s three AM.”
“She works the night shift.”
“Really?”
“At least—I think so.”
“Sure,” Sam rolled his eyes before leaning back in his seat.
“Just be prepared to be wrong, Sammy,” Dean replied as the phone at his ear started to ring.”
***
Calleigh groaned when the ringing of her cell phone disrupted her sleep. She knew she was on call, but she had to be in early the next day. Blinking her eyes at the clock, she knew they wouldn’t call her in at three AM. She glanced at the number, and she didn’t recognize it right off the bat, but answered it anyway, thinking it might be an emergency.
“Duquesne.”
“Calleigh! How’s it goin’?” Calleigh took a deep breath before responding. She didn’t want to bite his head off. At least, not that much.
“Dean, it’s three AM!”
“Don’t you work nights?”
“Not since I left New Orleans,” she replied, and she heard him wince.
“Sorry bout that. But since you’re up now—”
“What do you want?”
“I need your help.”
“I told you, I don’t do that any more.”
“No, no, no. That’s not the kind of help I’m lookin’ for.”
“Really? What kind of help are you looking for?”
“Place to crash—for me and my brother.”
“That’s all?”
“Maybe a bite to eat?”
“Why?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Why should I house and feed you and your brother?”
“Well, there are very many answers to that question, Call, if I only had the time to explain them all—”
“Cut the bullshit, Winchester.”
“There’s a job in the area—and it’s nice to have a home base we don’t have to pay for.”
“You mean pay for with a fake credit card?”
“You know me too well, Calleigh.”
“Fine, Dean. You can stay here. Just don’t make me have to arrest you, alright?”
“I will try my best.”
“Dean—”
“I won’t, alright? I won’t.”
“Better. When do you two get here?”
“Uhhh—three minutes?”
“What?!?!” she said, sitting straight up in bed.
“I’m on your street as we speak,” he said. She pushed the sheets away from her, and climbed out of bed.
“You have got to be kidding me,” she said, walking to the window that overlooked her driveway in time to see the Impala pulling in.
“As I said, I thought you worked the night shift.”
“Couldn’t you have called earlier?”
“Not really.”
“Why?”
“This was sort of one of those—impulse—things.”
Calleigh closed her eyes, before shaking her head. “Come in, before my neighbors think you’re hired killers or something.”
She waited for the telltale knock on her door, before moving over and opening the door. She gave Dean a look, before turning to Sam with the brightest smile she could manage. “Hi. You must be Sam. I’m Calleigh.”
“Hi,” he said, returning the smile, “Sorry to be comin so late. It was kind of a last minute decision.”
“That’s quite alright,” she replied, “I’m used to Winchester men showing up on my doorstep late at night.”
“Dean visits often?” Sam asked as she ushered them in, and she nodded.
“Your dad, too,” she said, before pausing, “Well—he used to.” There was a moment of silence, before she spoke up again, “But that’s a topic for another time. Sam, I think we’re gonna set you up in the guest room.”
“Sounds good to me,” Sam nodded.
“Wait, if Sammy gets the guest room,” Dean began, giving Calleigh his best grin, “Where am I sleeping?”
Calleigh returned the smile, before pointing to her living room couch, “Make yourself at home.” Dean glanced over to the couch, and then back at her.
“That’s cold, Calleigh,” Dean said, “That’s real cold.”
“Stop calling me at three in the morning,” she replied, “You two need anything before I go back to sleep?”
They both shook their heads, and Calleigh gave them a smile, “Alright. Have a good night.”
Sam watched her as she disappeared, before giving his brother a smirk, “So—she’s a friend, huh?”
Dean just gave his brother a look. “Shuddup.”
Part 2
Title: Good People (1/?)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Calleigh Duquesne, Sam Winchester
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: A few old friends pop in on Calleigh in the middle of the night.
Author's Note: This is my first time seriously writing Sam and Dean, so any pointers and concrit would be greatly appreciated. Also this is a bit of an experiment. I really do like the idea of Dean/Calleigh, and hopefully, this'll turn out really well. It's also a lot shorter than it looks. It's really just a lot of dialouge.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or CSI: Miami. They're owned by CBS. However, all original characters are mine, so please do not borrow them without my permission.
“You’re just pissed because you don’t have any friends that would put us up. If you have any friends at all,” Sam said from the passengers seat.
“Hey, wait a minute,” Dean said, throwing glares at his brother as he drove, “I have friends!”
“Friends that would let you stay with them, and know what we do?”
“Yes.”
“Prove it.”
“Fine. She’s lives not to far from a job we’re doing,” Dean sighed before reaching for his cell phone, “We’ll crash with her.”
“You’re calling her now?”
“Yeah,” Dean said giving his brother a look, “Should I call her now, or later, when we’re sitting in her driveway?”
“It’s three AM.”
“She works the night shift.”
“Really?”
“At least—I think so.”
“Sure,” Sam rolled his eyes before leaning back in his seat.
“Just be prepared to be wrong, Sammy,” Dean replied as the phone at his ear started to ring.”
***
Calleigh groaned when the ringing of her cell phone disrupted her sleep. She knew she was on call, but she had to be in early the next day. Blinking her eyes at the clock, she knew they wouldn’t call her in at three AM. She glanced at the number, and she didn’t recognize it right off the bat, but answered it anyway, thinking it might be an emergency.
“Duquesne.”
“Calleigh! How’s it goin’?” Calleigh took a deep breath before responding. She didn’t want to bite his head off. At least, not that much.
“Dean, it’s three AM!”
“Don’t you work nights?”
“Not since I left New Orleans,” she replied, and she heard him wince.
“Sorry bout that. But since you’re up now—”
“What do you want?”
“I need your help.”
“I told you, I don’t do that any more.”
“No, no, no. That’s not the kind of help I’m lookin’ for.”
“Really? What kind of help are you looking for?”
“Place to crash—for me and my brother.”
“That’s all?”
“Maybe a bite to eat?”
“Why?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Why should I house and feed you and your brother?”
“Well, there are very many answers to that question, Call, if I only had the time to explain them all—”
“Cut the bullshit, Winchester.”
“There’s a job in the area—and it’s nice to have a home base we don’t have to pay for.”
“You mean pay for with a fake credit card?”
“You know me too well, Calleigh.”
“Fine, Dean. You can stay here. Just don’t make me have to arrest you, alright?”
“I will try my best.”
“Dean—”
“I won’t, alright? I won’t.”
“Better. When do you two get here?”
“Uhhh—three minutes?”
“What?!?!” she said, sitting straight up in bed.
“I’m on your street as we speak,” he said. She pushed the sheets away from her, and climbed out of bed.
“You have got to be kidding me,” she said, walking to the window that overlooked her driveway in time to see the Impala pulling in.
“As I said, I thought you worked the night shift.”
“Couldn’t you have called earlier?”
“Not really.”
“Why?”
“This was sort of one of those—impulse—things.”
Calleigh closed her eyes, before shaking her head. “Come in, before my neighbors think you’re hired killers or something.”
She waited for the telltale knock on her door, before moving over and opening the door. She gave Dean a look, before turning to Sam with the brightest smile she could manage. “Hi. You must be Sam. I’m Calleigh.”
“Hi,” he said, returning the smile, “Sorry to be comin so late. It was kind of a last minute decision.”
“That’s quite alright,” she replied, “I’m used to Winchester men showing up on my doorstep late at night.”
“Dean visits often?” Sam asked as she ushered them in, and she nodded.
“Your dad, too,” she said, before pausing, “Well—he used to.” There was a moment of silence, before she spoke up again, “But that’s a topic for another time. Sam, I think we’re gonna set you up in the guest room.”
“Sounds good to me,” Sam nodded.
“Wait, if Sammy gets the guest room,” Dean began, giving Calleigh his best grin, “Where am I sleeping?”
Calleigh returned the smile, before pointing to her living room couch, “Make yourself at home.” Dean glanced over to the couch, and then back at her.
“That’s cold, Calleigh,” Dean said, “That’s real cold.”
“Stop calling me at three in the morning,” she replied, “You two need anything before I go back to sleep?”
They both shook their heads, and Calleigh gave them a smile, “Alright. Have a good night.”
Sam watched her as she disappeared, before giving his brother a smirk, “So—she’s a friend, huh?”
Dean just gave his brother a look. “Shuddup.”
Part 2
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Just don’t make me have to arrest you, alright?”
“I will try my best.”
“Dean—”
*snort* What odds there? I wonder what Calleigh's coworkers would make of the Winchester boys ... this is all very distracting. And I still need to catch up with your Everworld fic. *sigh* I'm bad reviewer, I know. I do try to keep up.
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and i'm thinking of having this set after john's death--maybe? i only really know season 1 well, so i'm thinking that that may not be the best way to go right now. but for some reason i could see dean turning to calleigh for advice about what to do concerning sam. and i'll try to answer most of those questions as i go.
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