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Dean/Parker - It's a Long Story
Fandom: Supernatural/Leverage
Title: It’s a Long Story
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Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Parker, Eliot Spencer, Sam Winchester
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stagesoflove Prompt: Five Desserts: Pie
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: When Dean and Parker run into each other, things are never boring—or painless, for that matter.
Author’s Notes: Allalison_sky’s fault. Set after Uh-Oh, a drabble I wrote for tv_100.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Kripke, and Leverage belongs to TNT. I’m just borrowing.
The punch came from out of nowhere, and Dean felt like he had run headlong into a brick wall. It wasn’t enough to knock him unconscious, but he was definitely more than a little dazed and dropped like a stone to the ground.
“Dude, what the hell?”
He was pretty sure that that was Sam’s voice over his shoulder, and there were some sounds of a scuffle, and Dean wasn’t really paying attention. He was too busy trying to see if Sam had gotten the license plate of the bus that hit him. Then there was another voice over the sounds of struggle, one that was kinda familiar, but he didn’t really place until he saw her face over him.
“Hey, Parker. What’re you doing here?”
She gave him a look that was somewhere between pity and amusement, before looking over in the direction of the struggle. “Eliot! Stop! They’re not the bad guys!”
“They nearly blew the whole operation!”
Dean glanced over at that point, and when he saw that this Eliot guy holding his brother in a headlock, he started to try and struggle to get to his feet. “Hold on, Sammy. I’m comin’.”
“Dean, you aren’t going anywhere,” Parker sighed, placing a hand down on his chest to keep him in place. “Eliot, let his yeti go.”
Eliot looked at her reluctantly for a moment, before releasing Sam from the headlock. Sam dropped to the ground, rubbing at his neck, before scrambling over to his brother to make sure Dean was alright. Dean put up with it for a moment, before shoving his brother off and starting to push himself to his feet, before looking over and pointing at Eliot.
“You owe me pie.”
“I owe you what?”
“I’ll get you pie, Dean. And we’ll talk,” Parker sighed. “Okay?”
Dean and Sam looked at each other, neither of them all that pleased with the conversation. “Fine,” Dean grumbled, starting to push himself up onto his feet more. He winced as he rubbed his jaw slightly. “Dude, what did you hit me with, a brick?”
Eliot frowned, before shaking his head slightly. “Just my fist.”
Dean looked at him for a minute before sighing slightly. “Well, today is just not my day.”
Not that it ever was when things came to Parker. When he and Parker collided, things tended to go south in a rather amusing away, and she, in and of herself was really kind of awesome, so Dean didn’t mind. He knew that later, he was going to have to explain who she was to Sam and why things were the way they were, but right now—he was just happy to see her.
Dean and Sam both asked for towels and cups of ice when they got to the diner, one bundle going to Dean’s jaw, and the other going to Sam’s shoulder. “Dude, you hit like a freight train,” Sam sighed.
“You didn’t put up such a bad fight yourself,” Eliot said cautiously. “Where’d you serve?”
“We didn’t. Dad was a Marine, taught us everything he knew,” Dean replied slowly, because his jaw was really starting to hurt. He could feel the welt forming and knew that it was going to suck in the morning, but that was just part of the job apparently.
“So he trained you like soldiers to do what exactly?” Eliot asked, looking between the two of them.
“They hunt ghosts.” Parker said it as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. There was a long silence as Eliot processed that one, before his head turned back in Parker’s direction.
“They what?”
“We don’t usually—advertise,” Dean said slowly, giving Parker a bit of a look. She just shrugged innocently, sipping on the milkshake she had ordered as she looked around at them.
“Oops.”
“You hunt ghosts. Casper shows up and you’re gonna blow his head off. Is that how this works?”
Dean did not like the tone Eliot was using, and he opened his mouth to tell him as much, but Sam elbowed him in the side before he could do so. Instead he just gave his brother a look, before changing the subject slightly.
“Yeah. Something like that. ‘Cept the ghosts aren’t so friendly.”
“Great. Fantastic.” Dean could tell by the way he was talking that Eliot didn’t find this great or fantastic. He just thought they were crazy. He watched as the man’s jaw set and he started to speak again. “Now you’re going to tell me that what? The place where we’re doing our job is haunted?”
“No, actually,” Sam said with a thin smirk. “Your CEO is a practicing witch. And not the friendly kind, either.”
“A witch?” Parker frowned slightly. “We never covered witches.”
“No, we didn’t,” Dean grumbled before leaning back in the seat with a bit of a groan. “I hate witches.”
“He’s a witch.” Eliot was looking at all of them like they had lost their minds. “So the CEO is a witch, and you were planning on doing? Breaking in there and burning him at the stake?”
“Again, no. Most witches have an altar of some kind in homage to the demon that they sold their soul to in order to have that power. Find it and destroy it? And your witch is pretty much useless.” Both brothers were looking at Eliot like there was no way they were kidding. Dean was pretty sure that this Eliot guy didn’t know what to make of that. Sam just raised his eyebrows slightly before continuing. “Any other questions?”
Eliot just continued to stare, before pointing a finger in their direction. “Stay out of our job.” He then turned back to Parker with a sigh. “I’ll be in the car.”
Parker shifted so that she was sitting in the middle of the booth. “You’re not going to stay away from the job, are you?”
“Hell no, and what are you doing with a dick like that anyway?”
“He cooks,” Parker replied, simply. “He also hits really hard.”
“Yeah. I got that. He’s lucky he didn’t break my jaw.”
“You’ll live,” Parker sighed, before starting to slide out of the booth. “I’ll see you back in the building.”
“Yeah, see ya,” Dean said with a half a wave before turning back to her, looking slightly alarmed. “We’re pretty much guaranteed to get our asses kicked by him if we go back in there again, aren’t we?”
“Probably. But if you’re right about the witch we’re gonna need the back-up,” Parker gave him a bit of a shrug. “Would you rather risk me or one of my friends getting killed, or getting punched again by Eliot?”
Dean winced slightly, before looking up at her, a little pained. “He does hit really hard.”
Parker smirked, before leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”
He sighed, giving her a bit of a smirk back. “Alright. We’ll see you later.”
As Parker flounced out, Sam turned back to his brother, giving him a bit of a look as he started to speak. “Who the hell was that?”
Dean took a wincing bite of his pie, before looking back at Sam with a sigh. “It’s a really long story.”
Title: It’s a Long Story
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Parker, Eliot Spencer, Sam Winchester
stagesoflove Prompt: Five Desserts: PieContent Warning: N/A
Summary: When Dean and Parker run into each other, things are never boring—or painless, for that matter.
Author’s Notes: All
alison_sky’s fault. Set after Uh-Oh, a drabble I wrote for tv_100.Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Kripke, and Leverage belongs to TNT. I’m just borrowing.
The punch came from out of nowhere, and Dean felt like he had run headlong into a brick wall. It wasn’t enough to knock him unconscious, but he was definitely more than a little dazed and dropped like a stone to the ground.
“Dude, what the hell?”
He was pretty sure that that was Sam’s voice over his shoulder, and there were some sounds of a scuffle, and Dean wasn’t really paying attention. He was too busy trying to see if Sam had gotten the license plate of the bus that hit him. Then there was another voice over the sounds of struggle, one that was kinda familiar, but he didn’t really place until he saw her face over him.
“Hey, Parker. What’re you doing here?”
She gave him a look that was somewhere between pity and amusement, before looking over in the direction of the struggle. “Eliot! Stop! They’re not the bad guys!”
“They nearly blew the whole operation!”
Dean glanced over at that point, and when he saw that this Eliot guy holding his brother in a headlock, he started to try and struggle to get to his feet. “Hold on, Sammy. I’m comin’.”
“Dean, you aren’t going anywhere,” Parker sighed, placing a hand down on his chest to keep him in place. “Eliot, let his yeti go.”
Eliot looked at her reluctantly for a moment, before releasing Sam from the headlock. Sam dropped to the ground, rubbing at his neck, before scrambling over to his brother to make sure Dean was alright. Dean put up with it for a moment, before shoving his brother off and starting to push himself to his feet, before looking over and pointing at Eliot.
“You owe me pie.”
“I owe you what?”
“I’ll get you pie, Dean. And we’ll talk,” Parker sighed. “Okay?”
Dean and Sam looked at each other, neither of them all that pleased with the conversation. “Fine,” Dean grumbled, starting to push himself up onto his feet more. He winced as he rubbed his jaw slightly. “Dude, what did you hit me with, a brick?”
Eliot frowned, before shaking his head slightly. “Just my fist.”
Dean looked at him for a minute before sighing slightly. “Well, today is just not my day.”
Not that it ever was when things came to Parker. When he and Parker collided, things tended to go south in a rather amusing away, and she, in and of herself was really kind of awesome, so Dean didn’t mind. He knew that later, he was going to have to explain who she was to Sam and why things were the way they were, but right now—he was just happy to see her.
Dean and Sam both asked for towels and cups of ice when they got to the diner, one bundle going to Dean’s jaw, and the other going to Sam’s shoulder. “Dude, you hit like a freight train,” Sam sighed.
“You didn’t put up such a bad fight yourself,” Eliot said cautiously. “Where’d you serve?”
“We didn’t. Dad was a Marine, taught us everything he knew,” Dean replied slowly, because his jaw was really starting to hurt. He could feel the welt forming and knew that it was going to suck in the morning, but that was just part of the job apparently.
“So he trained you like soldiers to do what exactly?” Eliot asked, looking between the two of them.
“They hunt ghosts.” Parker said it as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. There was a long silence as Eliot processed that one, before his head turned back in Parker’s direction.
“They what?”
“We don’t usually—advertise,” Dean said slowly, giving Parker a bit of a look. She just shrugged innocently, sipping on the milkshake she had ordered as she looked around at them.
“Oops.”
“You hunt ghosts. Casper shows up and you’re gonna blow his head off. Is that how this works?”
Dean did not like the tone Eliot was using, and he opened his mouth to tell him as much, but Sam elbowed him in the side before he could do so. Instead he just gave his brother a look, before changing the subject slightly.
“Yeah. Something like that. ‘Cept the ghosts aren’t so friendly.”
“Great. Fantastic.” Dean could tell by the way he was talking that Eliot didn’t find this great or fantastic. He just thought they were crazy. He watched as the man’s jaw set and he started to speak again. “Now you’re going to tell me that what? The place where we’re doing our job is haunted?”
“No, actually,” Sam said with a thin smirk. “Your CEO is a practicing witch. And not the friendly kind, either.”
“A witch?” Parker frowned slightly. “We never covered witches.”
“No, we didn’t,” Dean grumbled before leaning back in the seat with a bit of a groan. “I hate witches.”
“He’s a witch.” Eliot was looking at all of them like they had lost their minds. “So the CEO is a witch, and you were planning on doing? Breaking in there and burning him at the stake?”
“Again, no. Most witches have an altar of some kind in homage to the demon that they sold their soul to in order to have that power. Find it and destroy it? And your witch is pretty much useless.” Both brothers were looking at Eliot like there was no way they were kidding. Dean was pretty sure that this Eliot guy didn’t know what to make of that. Sam just raised his eyebrows slightly before continuing. “Any other questions?”
Eliot just continued to stare, before pointing a finger in their direction. “Stay out of our job.” He then turned back to Parker with a sigh. “I’ll be in the car.”
Parker shifted so that she was sitting in the middle of the booth. “You’re not going to stay away from the job, are you?”
“Hell no, and what are you doing with a dick like that anyway?”
“He cooks,” Parker replied, simply. “He also hits really hard.”
“Yeah. I got that. He’s lucky he didn’t break my jaw.”
“You’ll live,” Parker sighed, before starting to slide out of the booth. “I’ll see you back in the building.”
“Yeah, see ya,” Dean said with a half a wave before turning back to her, looking slightly alarmed. “We’re pretty much guaranteed to get our asses kicked by him if we go back in there again, aren’t we?”
“Probably. But if you’re right about the witch we’re gonna need the back-up,” Parker gave him a bit of a shrug. “Would you rather risk me or one of my friends getting killed, or getting punched again by Eliot?”
Dean winced slightly, before looking up at her, a little pained. “He does hit really hard.”
Parker smirked, before leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”
He sighed, giving her a bit of a smirk back. “Alright. We’ll see you later.”
As Parker flounced out, Sam turned back to his brother, giving him a bit of a look as he started to speak. “Who the hell was that?”
Dean took a wincing bite of his pie, before looking back at Sam with a sigh. “It’s a really long story.”
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And I'm working on it. When Dean Met Parker is the plan for the next one.
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