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Dean/Calleigh - Good People (6/?)
Fandom: Supernatural/CSI: Miami
Title: Good People (6/?)
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Calleigh Duquesne, Sam Winchester
Content Warning: Spoilers through "Simon Says."
Summary: Calleigh and Dean talk about what's been going on, and then Calleigh brings him to investigate the Mirimoto house.
Author's Note: My brain, and these two are finally starting to cooperate again. It's making me happy. Also I have a timeline. I'm setting this after "Simon Says." So there are spoilers for what's happened there.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or CSI: Miami. They're owned by CBS and the CW. However, all original characters are mine, so please do not borrow them without my permission.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
“Winchester?”
Dean looked up from where he was sitting. Mr. Snuggles had to catch his bus to the Miami State Penitentiary, but it didn’t change the fact that Dean now smelled like he hadn’t bathed in a week either. He gave the guard a sullen look, and the man just smirked.
“Get up. Officer Duquesne wants to talk to you.”
Dean rolled his eyes, before getting up and letting the guard lead him out of the cell and upstairs into an interrogation. He was sat down at the table, and in a few minutes Calleigh came in and sat down across from him. He crossed his arm across his chest and leaned back in his chair.
“You done torturing me for whatever the hell it is I did?” he asked.
Calleigh frowned slightly, before leaning forward, forearms resting on the table, “I need you to come clean with me. About everything. I don’t care if you think it’s going to bring unnecessary trouble my way. I can take care of myself, and I want to know what I’m dealing with here.”
“You wanna talk about this here?”
“I’ve turned off whatever bugs there are in the room. Anyone else passes by they’ll think I’m just interrogating someone who was in holding. And we don’t have time to go somewhere more private, so please, Dean, just talk to me.”
Dean sighed heavily before doing the same, unconsciously mirroring her position. “My dad’s dead.”
“What?” Calleigh frowned.
“The demon—the one that killed our mom—we think he had something to do with it, but we’re not sure how.” He shook his head slightly, “Damnit, Call, I don’t even know where to begin.”
“Start from the beginning,” she replied with a small smile, “When’d you hook up with Sam again?”
“About a little over a year ago now,” he replied, “Dad had gone AWOL, and I got this message from him, asking me to be careful, and it was loaded with EBP. So I went to Stanford, and sweet talked Sammy into coming with me. Then this whole mess started.” It all came spilling out. Jessica’s death, Sam’s visions, Max, Meg, the daevas, the Demon, him dying, his father’s death, then the more recent worries of Gordon Walker and the whole mess with Andy and Anson—or Webber—or whatever the hell his name was. A whole lot of shit had been thrown on his plate in a short span of time, and while he seemed to be holding it together, he wasn’t so sure he was. Calleigh didn’t visibly react, she just listened and when he was finished, she looked down at her hands.
“I’m glad I know,” she said softly, looking up at him, “Now I understand.”
“Good,” Dean said with a smirk, “Does that mean I’m getting out of here now?”
“Yes,” she sighed, “Besides, I need your help.”
“My help, specifically?” he said, the smirk turning into a grin.
“I need a ‘cop’ who’s good at sneaking around and picking locks,” Calleigh grinned, “And Sam’s kinda got his hands full.”
Dean blinked for a minute, confused, “He does?”
“You’ll see. We just have to stop by and get some information, and then we can go.”
“Well, lead the way,” Dean replied, getting up from the table. She nodded and started to turn, before he spoke up again, “Wait.”
“What?” she asked.
“Anyway I can get a shower?”
***
“I can’t believe you adopted the damn thing,” Dean shook his head as he got out of the bathroom, fully dressed and towel drying his hair, and saw Sam still playing with the baby kappa in his lap.
“I didn’t adopt him,” Sam replied, “But its better then leaving him alone and having him get into everything.”
“Shoulda just left him in the damn swamp,” Dean replied.
“Calleigh said he could be important to the case.”
“Since when are you and Calleigh such good friends?”
“Since you got yourself arrested for trespassing on a crime scene,” Sam replied with a smirk, “Did you two talk?”
“Yeah, she’s, uh—she’s up to speed.”
“On everything?” Sam asked.
“Yup.”
“Even my—”
“Yes, Sam.”
“You trust her that much?”
“I’d trust Calleigh with my life,” Dean replied, “I wasn’t really planning on telling her that though, it just came out. Calleigh’s kinda like a human truth potion.”
“How’d she take it?”
“Pretty well, I think. She didn’t really comment much on it, she just—listened.”
“How long have you know her?”
“Few years now. She bailed me and Dad out of jail once when we were working a job in New Orleans,” Dean replied, “She was still in on the job at the time, and her condition for letting us out was to let her and her partner in on a hunt.”
“Dad probably wasn’t thrilled about that.”
“No, not really. She was good though, so in the end he didn’t really mind—much.”
Sam smirked again, before asking his next question, “Anything ever happen—”
“Happen where? Between me and Calleigh?” Dean said, turning to face his brother. Sam nodded and Dean shook his head with a grin, “No, dude. I’m smarter than that.”
“Really?”
“You haven’t seen her shoot,” Dean replied, and Sam laughed.
“So—why she’d leave the job?”
“That’s her story to tell, not mine,” Dean stated, before nodding to go, “I have to go meet her back at the lab. I’ll call you if we find something out.”
***
“So, Mr. Mirimoto,” Calleigh began as she and Dean walked into the entryway of the home, “We’re here to ask you a few questions about an ongoing case we’re working on.”
“We’re very sorry about intruding on your crime scene earlier,” the other man replied, “As I said, we didn’t realize.”
“I understand that,” Calleigh said with a soft smile. Dean’s eyes continued to wander over the house.
“When will we be getting our truck back?”
“Well, right now it may have evidence on it, but as soon as we can release it we’ll let you know.”
“I see. What did you want to ask about this case?”
“Yes,” Calleigh nodded, “We did some checking and found that you’ve been putting bids on the property where the Robertsons were living.”
“Yes. My grandfather owned the property when he first came here, but then he was bought out by the developers. He never really got over that, so we keep trying to buy it back for him.” The man caught Dean’s wandering eyes, and frowned, “See anything interesting?”
Calleigh elbowed him in the ribs, and his head whirled around and he gave the man a smile, “Nice place you got here.”
“Thank you,” the man replied, giving Dean a wary look.
“Mind if I use your bathroom?” he asked, and the man’s frown deepened.
“Not at all,” he pointed in the direction of the bathroom, “Right through this hallway, third door on your left.”
“Thanks,” Dean nodded, before heading on his way. As he walked down the hallway, he started opening doors on his right and left. First two were closets, second door on the right was a living room, and the second door on the left—was locked. He knocked lightly, and turned when he heard Mirimoto’s voice behind him.
“That’s the basement,” he said calmly, “Bathroom is the next door down.”
“Oh, right,” Dean said with a sheepish smile, “Sorry about that.” He headed down to the bathroom and walked in, closing the door slightly behind him. He waited until Mirimoto’s head had disappeared from view again, before slipping out of the bathroom, and kneeling in front of the basement door. He quickly picked the lock, before heading quietly down the stairs.
The basement was mostly dark, but he could hear sounds of something thrashing around in the distance. He turned the corner and saw an older, Asian man standing in front of something, rambling to it in a language Dean didn’t recognize. He moved quietly, trying not to attract any attention to himself, and when he got a look around the corner, his eyes widened at what was in front of him.
“Son of a bitch.”
Part 7
Title: Good People (6/?)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Calleigh Duquesne, Sam Winchester
Content Warning: Spoilers through "Simon Says."
Summary: Calleigh and Dean talk about what's been going on, and then Calleigh brings him to investigate the Mirimoto house.
Author's Note: My brain, and these two are finally starting to cooperate again. It's making me happy. Also I have a timeline. I'm setting this after "Simon Says." So there are spoilers for what's happened there.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or CSI: Miami. They're owned by CBS and the CW. However, all original characters are mine, so please do not borrow them without my permission.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
“Winchester?”
Dean looked up from where he was sitting. Mr. Snuggles had to catch his bus to the Miami State Penitentiary, but it didn’t change the fact that Dean now smelled like he hadn’t bathed in a week either. He gave the guard a sullen look, and the man just smirked.
“Get up. Officer Duquesne wants to talk to you.”
Dean rolled his eyes, before getting up and letting the guard lead him out of the cell and upstairs into an interrogation. He was sat down at the table, and in a few minutes Calleigh came in and sat down across from him. He crossed his arm across his chest and leaned back in his chair.
“You done torturing me for whatever the hell it is I did?” he asked.
Calleigh frowned slightly, before leaning forward, forearms resting on the table, “I need you to come clean with me. About everything. I don’t care if you think it’s going to bring unnecessary trouble my way. I can take care of myself, and I want to know what I’m dealing with here.”
“You wanna talk about this here?”
“I’ve turned off whatever bugs there are in the room. Anyone else passes by they’ll think I’m just interrogating someone who was in holding. And we don’t have time to go somewhere more private, so please, Dean, just talk to me.”
Dean sighed heavily before doing the same, unconsciously mirroring her position. “My dad’s dead.”
“What?” Calleigh frowned.
“The demon—the one that killed our mom—we think he had something to do with it, but we’re not sure how.” He shook his head slightly, “Damnit, Call, I don’t even know where to begin.”
“Start from the beginning,” she replied with a small smile, “When’d you hook up with Sam again?”
“About a little over a year ago now,” he replied, “Dad had gone AWOL, and I got this message from him, asking me to be careful, and it was loaded with EBP. So I went to Stanford, and sweet talked Sammy into coming with me. Then this whole mess started.” It all came spilling out. Jessica’s death, Sam’s visions, Max, Meg, the daevas, the Demon, him dying, his father’s death, then the more recent worries of Gordon Walker and the whole mess with Andy and Anson—or Webber—or whatever the hell his name was. A whole lot of shit had been thrown on his plate in a short span of time, and while he seemed to be holding it together, he wasn’t so sure he was. Calleigh didn’t visibly react, she just listened and when he was finished, she looked down at her hands.
“I’m glad I know,” she said softly, looking up at him, “Now I understand.”
“Good,” Dean said with a smirk, “Does that mean I’m getting out of here now?”
“Yes,” she sighed, “Besides, I need your help.”
“My help, specifically?” he said, the smirk turning into a grin.
“I need a ‘cop’ who’s good at sneaking around and picking locks,” Calleigh grinned, “And Sam’s kinda got his hands full.”
Dean blinked for a minute, confused, “He does?”
“You’ll see. We just have to stop by and get some information, and then we can go.”
“Well, lead the way,” Dean replied, getting up from the table. She nodded and started to turn, before he spoke up again, “Wait.”
“What?” she asked.
“Anyway I can get a shower?”
***
“I can’t believe you adopted the damn thing,” Dean shook his head as he got out of the bathroom, fully dressed and towel drying his hair, and saw Sam still playing with the baby kappa in his lap.
“I didn’t adopt him,” Sam replied, “But its better then leaving him alone and having him get into everything.”
“Shoulda just left him in the damn swamp,” Dean replied.
“Calleigh said he could be important to the case.”
“Since when are you and Calleigh such good friends?”
“Since you got yourself arrested for trespassing on a crime scene,” Sam replied with a smirk, “Did you two talk?”
“Yeah, she’s, uh—she’s up to speed.”
“On everything?” Sam asked.
“Yup.”
“Even my—”
“Yes, Sam.”
“You trust her that much?”
“I’d trust Calleigh with my life,” Dean replied, “I wasn’t really planning on telling her that though, it just came out. Calleigh’s kinda like a human truth potion.”
“How’d she take it?”
“Pretty well, I think. She didn’t really comment much on it, she just—listened.”
“How long have you know her?”
“Few years now. She bailed me and Dad out of jail once when we were working a job in New Orleans,” Dean replied, “She was still in on the job at the time, and her condition for letting us out was to let her and her partner in on a hunt.”
“Dad probably wasn’t thrilled about that.”
“No, not really. She was good though, so in the end he didn’t really mind—much.”
Sam smirked again, before asking his next question, “Anything ever happen—”
“Happen where? Between me and Calleigh?” Dean said, turning to face his brother. Sam nodded and Dean shook his head with a grin, “No, dude. I’m smarter than that.”
“Really?”
“You haven’t seen her shoot,” Dean replied, and Sam laughed.
“So—why she’d leave the job?”
“That’s her story to tell, not mine,” Dean stated, before nodding to go, “I have to go meet her back at the lab. I’ll call you if we find something out.”
***
“So, Mr. Mirimoto,” Calleigh began as she and Dean walked into the entryway of the home, “We’re here to ask you a few questions about an ongoing case we’re working on.”
“We’re very sorry about intruding on your crime scene earlier,” the other man replied, “As I said, we didn’t realize.”
“I understand that,” Calleigh said with a soft smile. Dean’s eyes continued to wander over the house.
“When will we be getting our truck back?”
“Well, right now it may have evidence on it, but as soon as we can release it we’ll let you know.”
“I see. What did you want to ask about this case?”
“Yes,” Calleigh nodded, “We did some checking and found that you’ve been putting bids on the property where the Robertsons were living.”
“Yes. My grandfather owned the property when he first came here, but then he was bought out by the developers. He never really got over that, so we keep trying to buy it back for him.” The man caught Dean’s wandering eyes, and frowned, “See anything interesting?”
Calleigh elbowed him in the ribs, and his head whirled around and he gave the man a smile, “Nice place you got here.”
“Thank you,” the man replied, giving Dean a wary look.
“Mind if I use your bathroom?” he asked, and the man’s frown deepened.
“Not at all,” he pointed in the direction of the bathroom, “Right through this hallway, third door on your left.”
“Thanks,” Dean nodded, before heading on his way. As he walked down the hallway, he started opening doors on his right and left. First two were closets, second door on the right was a living room, and the second door on the left—was locked. He knocked lightly, and turned when he heard Mirimoto’s voice behind him.
“That’s the basement,” he said calmly, “Bathroom is the next door down.”
“Oh, right,” Dean said with a sheepish smile, “Sorry about that.” He headed down to the bathroom and walked in, closing the door slightly behind him. He waited until Mirimoto’s head had disappeared from view again, before slipping out of the bathroom, and kneeling in front of the basement door. He quickly picked the lock, before heading quietly down the stairs.
The basement was mostly dark, but he could hear sounds of something thrashing around in the distance. He turned the corner and saw an older, Asian man standing in front of something, rambling to it in a language Dean didn’t recognize. He moved quietly, trying not to attract any attention to himself, and when he got a look around the corner, his eyes widened at what was in front of him.
“Son of a bitch.”
Part 7