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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-02-26 09:31 pm
Dean/Angell - The Art of Saying No
Fandom: CSI:NY/Supernatural
Title: The Art of Saying No
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Jessica Angell, mentions of Don Flack, Mac Taylor, Sam Winchester
Content Warning: Spoilers for season 3 for NY (obviously).
Summary: Five times Angell shot Dean down for a date.
Author's Note: Written forvenetia_sassy in response to the Five Moments Meme (which I'm still taking requests for). I was going to vary the pairings a bit, but they were cooperating far too well (can't say the same for my ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1sentence claim). The first one is a missing scene from my fic, Family Ties, where Dean is de-aged by some supernatural being or other. Therefore, the "little Dean" that they are referring to, is actually himself. I'm definitely extending the third moment of this. And possibly the fifth one, too.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
“Officer Angell?”
She looked up at the sound of her name and studied the man curiously for a moment. She knew she most likely hadn’t seen him before, but there still something unsettlingly familiar about him. “Yes?”
“Hi,” he said with a smile, extending his hand to her, “My name is Dean Winchester. I heard you helped my little nephew, little Dean, find Lindsay today.”
Her mind flashed back to the little boy from earlier that morning, and she smiled, “Oh, you’re his uncle?”
“Yeah, yeah. That would be me.”
“Really cute kid,” she nodded.
“Yeah, well, he takes after me,” he replied, grinning confidently, “I taught him everything he knows.”
“Really?” she said, starting to look slightly annoyed.
“Yeah, well, being my namesake and all, I took it upon myself to teach him the ways of the world,” Dean sighed, nodding slightly, “I love that little guy. And you know, he really took a liking to you.”
“Did he?”
“Oh, yeah. Every other word was Officer Angell this, Officer Angell that,” he nodded, “You know, when Lindsay called and told me what you had done, I came right down here to thank you in person.”
“Well—that really wasn’t necessary,” she sighed, “Any other cop would have done it.”
“Maybe they would have,” he said, taking her hand in his, “But you were the one that did. I was wondering if there was any way I could thank you—maybe take you to dinner?”
“Mmm—I don’t think that’s gonna work,” she said, shaking her head. His face flickered slightly, and he frowned.
“Can I ask why?” he frowned.
“Well, first of all I think you’re full of shit,” she nodded slowly, “But I also don’t like guys who exploit kids to get dates.”
“I see,” he nodded, “So that’s a no?”
“Pretty much.”
***
“Dean Winchester,” she shook her head, “Why am I not surprised?”
“Officer Angell,” he sighed as he turned to face her, hands above his head just as she had requested, “We meet again.”
“Actually its Detective Angell now,” she sighed, reaching to her belt for her handcuffs, “Turn back around.”
He did as she asked, and only moved his arms when she did, and once he was properly handcuffed, he turned to face her, “Detective—that’s a pretty nice promotion you got there. We should go out and celebrate.”
“How many times do I have to say no to you, Winchester?” she asked, giving him a look.
“Just until you say yes,” he grinned, “I’m a very persistent man, Detective.”
“I hadn’t noticed,” she said dryly before patting him down.
“So what do you say, Detective? After Lindsay gets me out of here, how bout I buy you a beer in celebration?”
“I was promoted almost a year ago.”
“So I’m a little late,” he said smoothly, “Better late than never?”
“Actually, I think in your case, never would be better,” she replied, and he laughed slightly before continuing.
“C’mon Jessica,” he said giving her a look, “How many times are you gonna say no to this face?”
“Just until you get the message that I will never say yes,” she replied, before turning him around and pushing him towards the cruiser. “Get in the car.”
***
“Now, listen, Jess, we could do this the easy way, or we could do this the hard way,” he replied, giving her a grin as Sam left the room.
“One, I never said you could call me Jess. Two, I don’t see how there are two ways about this.”
“Well, you can just listen to me when I say that you don’t want to follow me and Sam, and stay here like I’m asking you to,” he began, “Or you can do this the hard way.”
“And what’s the hard way?” she replied, and then noticed the handcuffs he must have lifted from her when he dragged her in the room, “Oh, no. Don’t even think about it.”
“Now believe you me, this was not the way I entended for us to be putting these babies to use,” he said, a cocky grin on his face, “But if you don’t listen to reason—”
“Listen to reason?” she said giving him a look, “You want to handcuff me to something in the room so that I don’t leave. That’s kidnapping, Dean.”
“Not when it’s for your own good.”
“For my own good? What the hell are you protecting me from?”
“Just trust me on this one,” he replied, “Now as I said, easy or hard way?”
“Like hell I’m just staying here while you run off to God knows where. Its my case.”
“Hard way it is,” he said before reaching for her wrist. She tried to fight him off, and she got in a few good hits, but before she knew it, she was handcuffed to the nearest object, which happened to be the door handle of the refrigerator. “Well, I’ll come back for you when the coast is clear.”
“Go to hell,” she said, tugging on the handle to the door.
“As you wish,” he sighed before walking to the door. He paused with it open, and then turned back to her, “I take it this is still a no for dinner then.”
She glared at him before throwing the nearest thing she could get her hands on at him, only missing him as he ducked out the door.
***
“You know, we really need to stop meeting like this,” Dean grinned at her from across the table, and she rolled her eyes.
“Well, there is definitely an easy way to do that.”
“Is there?” he said.
“You could stop getting arrested,” she suggested, and he glanced down at the handcuff attached to his hand.
“I could,” he nodded, “But then I’d never get to see you at all.”
She feigned shock for a moment, “I’d be heartbroken. But I think I’d move on.”
He grinned, “C’mon, Detective. You know you’d miss these little heart-to-hearts. I think I find a little more of you to love, every time I see you.”
“Oh, so you’re in love with me now?”
“I don’t know. But I think I’m getting there.”
“Well, I’m sorry,” she sighed, “But I just don’t return your feelings.”
“But I am growing on you?” he smirked, and she shook her head.
“That is the last thing you are doing,” she replied, before getting up and starting to walk out of the room.
“You know I’m gonna be out of here about five minutes after you shut that door.”
She paused for a minute before turning around to face him, “And I’ll just pick you up again, and this whole circle will just start right over.”
“There is a way you could put these things to much better use,” he said, eyeing the handcuffs.
“How? By having dinner with you?”
“Well, no, I was thinking more of what we could do with them after dinner, but it’s a possibility that dinner may be involved.”
“No, Winchester,” she replied, before turning around and walking out the door. Dean grinned slightly before padding his pockets for where he had left that paperclip.
“You know I think she really is warming up to me.”
***
The spirit practically melted into a pool of muck in front of her, but had been too scared at the time to care. She had never been so scared in her life because whatever it was, she couldn’t shoot it, she couldn’t hit it, nothing was working, and she thought that she was going to die.
“You OK?” Dean asked, catching her as her legs collapsed under her. She nodded slowly, still trying to get a sense of what happened. He brushed her hair out of her face lightly, before checking her over, making sure there wasn’t any major injuries.
“What was that?”
“A very long story I will gladly tell you later,” he replied putting one arm around her shoulder so he could help her to her feet, “But we gotta get outta here.”
“I think I’m gonna pass out,” she whispered feebly as he started to get her up.
“No! No, Jess, don’t pass—” Her eyes rolled back into her head and she went limp in his arms.
When she came to, she was being rolled out on a stretcher. She started to sit up, but a hand and a voice stopped her. “Easy there. You’ve been through enough.”
“Flack?” she frowned, focusing on the face in front of her.
“Yeah, it’s me,” he nodded.
“Where’s Dean?” she asked, fighting against his hand to stand up.
“Dean? Dean Winchester?”
“Yes Dean Winchester,” she said, looking around, “Where is he?”
“Mac’s getting ready to take him back to the station,” he replied, confused.
“Why?”
“He’s attacked you.”
“No, he didn’t,” she replied before jumping out of the stretcher and heading over towards the police car that Mac was getting ready to climb into. She asked him to wait a minute before opening the back door and sliding into the backseat next to him.
“You really alright?” he asked, and she nodded.
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“What was I going to tell them?” he said with a smirk, “That I didn’t attack you, it was the spirit of some crazy psycho serial killer from the twenties that had a taste for female law enforcement?”
“OK, you gotta point,” she sighed.
“Don’t worry about me,” he shrugged, “They won’t be holding me long.”
“I know,” she sighed, before closing her eyes, “Don’t get the wrong idea about this.”
“Get the wrong idea about—” he was cut off as her lips landed on his. She kissed him briefly for a moment, before pulling back.
“Thank you, Dean,” she whispered before starting to get out of the car.
“Hey, wait, just so we’re clear,” he said, and she turned around to face him, “You just kissed me right now, of your own free will—but the answer is still no.”
She grinned at him before nodding, and he laughed.
“Well, I’m glad that we’re on the same page.”
Title: The Art of Saying No
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Jessica Angell, mentions of Don Flack, Mac Taylor, Sam Winchester
Content Warning: Spoilers for season 3 for NY (obviously).
Summary: Five times Angell shot Dean down for a date.
Author's Note: Written for
venetia_sassy in response to the Five Moments Meme (which I'm still taking requests for). I was going to vary the pairings a bit, but they were cooperating far too well (can't say the same for my 1sentence claim). The first one is a missing scene from my fic, Family Ties, where Dean is de-aged by some supernatural being or other. Therefore, the "little Dean" that they are referring to, is actually himself. I'm definitely extending the third moment of this. And possibly the fifth one, too.Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
“Officer Angell?”
She looked up at the sound of her name and studied the man curiously for a moment. She knew she most likely hadn’t seen him before, but there still something unsettlingly familiar about him. “Yes?”
“Hi,” he said with a smile, extending his hand to her, “My name is Dean Winchester. I heard you helped my little nephew, little Dean, find Lindsay today.”
Her mind flashed back to the little boy from earlier that morning, and she smiled, “Oh, you’re his uncle?”
“Yeah, yeah. That would be me.”
“Really cute kid,” she nodded.
“Yeah, well, he takes after me,” he replied, grinning confidently, “I taught him everything he knows.”
“Really?” she said, starting to look slightly annoyed.
“Yeah, well, being my namesake and all, I took it upon myself to teach him the ways of the world,” Dean sighed, nodding slightly, “I love that little guy. And you know, he really took a liking to you.”
“Did he?”
“Oh, yeah. Every other word was Officer Angell this, Officer Angell that,” he nodded, “You know, when Lindsay called and told me what you had done, I came right down here to thank you in person.”
“Well—that really wasn’t necessary,” she sighed, “Any other cop would have done it.”
“Maybe they would have,” he said, taking her hand in his, “But you were the one that did. I was wondering if there was any way I could thank you—maybe take you to dinner?”
“Mmm—I don’t think that’s gonna work,” she said, shaking her head. His face flickered slightly, and he frowned.
“Can I ask why?” he frowned.
“Well, first of all I think you’re full of shit,” she nodded slowly, “But I also don’t like guys who exploit kids to get dates.”
“I see,” he nodded, “So that’s a no?”
“Pretty much.”
***
“Dean Winchester,” she shook her head, “Why am I not surprised?”
“Officer Angell,” he sighed as he turned to face her, hands above his head just as she had requested, “We meet again.”
“Actually its Detective Angell now,” she sighed, reaching to her belt for her handcuffs, “Turn back around.”
He did as she asked, and only moved his arms when she did, and once he was properly handcuffed, he turned to face her, “Detective—that’s a pretty nice promotion you got there. We should go out and celebrate.”
“How many times do I have to say no to you, Winchester?” she asked, giving him a look.
“Just until you say yes,” he grinned, “I’m a very persistent man, Detective.”
“I hadn’t noticed,” she said dryly before patting him down.
“So what do you say, Detective? After Lindsay gets me out of here, how bout I buy you a beer in celebration?”
“I was promoted almost a year ago.”
“So I’m a little late,” he said smoothly, “Better late than never?”
“Actually, I think in your case, never would be better,” she replied, and he laughed slightly before continuing.
“C’mon Jessica,” he said giving her a look, “How many times are you gonna say no to this face?”
“Just until you get the message that I will never say yes,” she replied, before turning him around and pushing him towards the cruiser. “Get in the car.”
***
“Now, listen, Jess, we could do this the easy way, or we could do this the hard way,” he replied, giving her a grin as Sam left the room.
“One, I never said you could call me Jess. Two, I don’t see how there are two ways about this.”
“Well, you can just listen to me when I say that you don’t want to follow me and Sam, and stay here like I’m asking you to,” he began, “Or you can do this the hard way.”
“And what’s the hard way?” she replied, and then noticed the handcuffs he must have lifted from her when he dragged her in the room, “Oh, no. Don’t even think about it.”
“Now believe you me, this was not the way I entended for us to be putting these babies to use,” he said, a cocky grin on his face, “But if you don’t listen to reason—”
“Listen to reason?” she said giving him a look, “You want to handcuff me to something in the room so that I don’t leave. That’s kidnapping, Dean.”
“Not when it’s for your own good.”
“For my own good? What the hell are you protecting me from?”
“Just trust me on this one,” he replied, “Now as I said, easy or hard way?”
“Like hell I’m just staying here while you run off to God knows where. Its my case.”
“Hard way it is,” he said before reaching for her wrist. She tried to fight him off, and she got in a few good hits, but before she knew it, she was handcuffed to the nearest object, which happened to be the door handle of the refrigerator. “Well, I’ll come back for you when the coast is clear.”
“Go to hell,” she said, tugging on the handle to the door.
“As you wish,” he sighed before walking to the door. He paused with it open, and then turned back to her, “I take it this is still a no for dinner then.”
She glared at him before throwing the nearest thing she could get her hands on at him, only missing him as he ducked out the door.
***
“You know, we really need to stop meeting like this,” Dean grinned at her from across the table, and she rolled her eyes.
“Well, there is definitely an easy way to do that.”
“Is there?” he said.
“You could stop getting arrested,” she suggested, and he glanced down at the handcuff attached to his hand.
“I could,” he nodded, “But then I’d never get to see you at all.”
She feigned shock for a moment, “I’d be heartbroken. But I think I’d move on.”
He grinned, “C’mon, Detective. You know you’d miss these little heart-to-hearts. I think I find a little more of you to love, every time I see you.”
“Oh, so you’re in love with me now?”
“I don’t know. But I think I’m getting there.”
“Well, I’m sorry,” she sighed, “But I just don’t return your feelings.”
“But I am growing on you?” he smirked, and she shook her head.
“That is the last thing you are doing,” she replied, before getting up and starting to walk out of the room.
“You know I’m gonna be out of here about five minutes after you shut that door.”
She paused for a minute before turning around to face him, “And I’ll just pick you up again, and this whole circle will just start right over.”
“There is a way you could put these things to much better use,” he said, eyeing the handcuffs.
“How? By having dinner with you?”
“Well, no, I was thinking more of what we could do with them after dinner, but it’s a possibility that dinner may be involved.”
“No, Winchester,” she replied, before turning around and walking out the door. Dean grinned slightly before padding his pockets for where he had left that paperclip.
“You know I think she really is warming up to me.”
***
The spirit practically melted into a pool of muck in front of her, but had been too scared at the time to care. She had never been so scared in her life because whatever it was, she couldn’t shoot it, she couldn’t hit it, nothing was working, and she thought that she was going to die.
“You OK?” Dean asked, catching her as her legs collapsed under her. She nodded slowly, still trying to get a sense of what happened. He brushed her hair out of her face lightly, before checking her over, making sure there wasn’t any major injuries.
“What was that?”
“A very long story I will gladly tell you later,” he replied putting one arm around her shoulder so he could help her to her feet, “But we gotta get outta here.”
“I think I’m gonna pass out,” she whispered feebly as he started to get her up.
“No! No, Jess, don’t pass—” Her eyes rolled back into her head and she went limp in his arms.
When she came to, she was being rolled out on a stretcher. She started to sit up, but a hand and a voice stopped her. “Easy there. You’ve been through enough.”
“Flack?” she frowned, focusing on the face in front of her.
“Yeah, it’s me,” he nodded.
“Where’s Dean?” she asked, fighting against his hand to stand up.
“Dean? Dean Winchester?”
“Yes Dean Winchester,” she said, looking around, “Where is he?”
“Mac’s getting ready to take him back to the station,” he replied, confused.
“Why?”
“He’s attacked you.”
“No, he didn’t,” she replied before jumping out of the stretcher and heading over towards the police car that Mac was getting ready to climb into. She asked him to wait a minute before opening the back door and sliding into the backseat next to him.
“You really alright?” he asked, and she nodded.
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“What was I going to tell them?” he said with a smirk, “That I didn’t attack you, it was the spirit of some crazy psycho serial killer from the twenties that had a taste for female law enforcement?”
“OK, you gotta point,” she sighed.
“Don’t worry about me,” he shrugged, “They won’t be holding me long.”
“I know,” she sighed, before closing her eyes, “Don’t get the wrong idea about this.”
“Get the wrong idea about—” he was cut off as her lips landed on his. She kissed him briefly for a moment, before pulling back.
“Thank you, Dean,” she whispered before starting to get out of the car.
“Hey, wait, just so we’re clear,” he said, and she turned around to face him, “You just kissed me right now, of your own free will—but the answer is still no.”
She grinned at him before nodding, and he laughed.
“Well, I’m glad that we’re on the same page.”
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Loved it. As usual.
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and it's not that she doesn't find him attractive, she just doesn't like a guy who's too--full of himself?
i'm glad you liked it.
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“I see,” he nodded, “So that’s a no?”
“Pretty much.”
And he lost his chance to get Lindsay to pay for dinner, too ...
“How many times are you gonna say no to this face?”
“Just until you get the message that I will never say yes,”
That is an irresistible challenge, I'd say.
“I take it this is still a no for dinner then.”
She glared at him before throwing the nearest thing she could get her hands on at him, only missing him as he ducked out the door.
Dean, you're a dead man.
“There is a way you could put these things to much better use,” he said, eyeing the handcuffs.
“How? By having dinner with you?”
“Well, no, I was thinking more of what we could do with them after dinner, but it’s a possibility that dinner may be involved.”
“No, Winchester,” she replied, before turning around and walking out the door. Dean grinned slightly before padding his pockets for where he had left that paperclip.
“You know I think she really is warming up to me.”
I cracked up when I read this.
“You just kissed me right now, of your own free will—but the answer is still no.”
She grinned at him before nodding, and he laughed.
“Well, I’m glad that we’re on the same page.”
They are so much fun together - or not together, as the case may be. :) I still haven't seen any of S3, therefore can't comment on Angell's dialogue but Dean's? I could hear him so clearly. And see him smirking, too. Expand on any of these moments and I will be delighted to read them. I'm also left wondering what Lindsay thinks of all this ... they're probably driving her up the wall.
That got rather long, didn't it. Thanks for this!
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lindsay is definitely not thrilled.
the second half of the middle one has her screaming at him on the phone for handcuffing her to a refridgerator and leaving her there. that part is still in my head, but it will be down on paper, sooner or later.
i'm glad you liked it.
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“Just until you say yes,” he grinned
Perfect Dean. Just...perfect. Loved them all.
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i'm glad you liked it.
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I'm glad you liked it.
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