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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-11-23 12:01 pm
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Lindsay and the Winchesters - Holy Ground
Fandom: CSI:NY/Supernatural
Title: Holy Ground
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Lindsay Monroe, Sam and Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer
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au_developments Prompt: 13. Night
fic_variations Prompt: Shakespeare (#2)
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Lindsay goes with the Winchesters and Bobby on a hunt in the Staten Island Monastery.
Author's Note: Part of my Family Ties series, which is set up that Lindsay is Sam and Dean's cousin on their mother's side. Used the prompt "By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes." This was kinda fun to write.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“Still don’t see why we had to do this at night,” Dean complained as he ducked under the crime scene tape that Lindsay was holding up for him. Sam and Bobby just rolled their eyes as they followed him, after having listen to him grumble the whole way there.
“Dean,” Lindsay replied, giving him a look. “I don’t need my boss asking me questions about why I’m bringing my family, one of which happens to be a wanted felon, into a crime scene.”
“Well—we’re not all family,” Sam said slowly, looking at Bobby. “What would you have told him about Bobby?”
“Bobby’s practically family,” Lindsay said with a grin in the other man’s direction. “It would have worked out in the end. Especially since you guys would have been Sam and Dean Singer for the moment.”
“Good point,” Sam said with a shrug, before angling the flashlight into the darkness of the monastery. “Which way are we going now?”
“The website said the gravesite was down this corridor and to the right,” Lindsay replied. “It’s technically outside of the crime scene, but in order to get to it—”
“You have to go through it,” Dean nodded. “Perfect.”
Bobby just shook his head as he followed the three of them, listening to them go back and forth at each other as they did. He just kept his finger tensed on the trigger of the gun in his hands, keeping his eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary. Spirits like this tended to not go quietly. Priest or no priest, anything could happen, and he wasn’t going to let his guard down unless absolutely necessary.
“You think the spirit might be responsible for your vic, Lindsay?” he asked, and she shrugged as she picked up the second half of the crime scene tape.
“It’s possible. I don’t think I want to rule out a human perp quite yet.”
“Why not?” Dean frowned. “Psycho spirit priest, killing people who wander into his territory—I’ve seen spirits kill for less.”
“But autopsy revealed that the vic was definitely killed where he was found,” Lindsay replied once Bobby was under the tape and she swung the beam of her flashlight back in the direction they were heading. “And considering this was holy ground—”
“That’s not always a guarantee, though,” Sam said with a sigh. “If he died here, there’s no reason he shouldn’t be able to haunt it as well—holy ground or not.”
“Well, great,” Lindsay replied, rolling her eyes slightly. “Now there’s something else we have to worry about.”
“Let’s not think about it,” Bobby sighed as they arrived at the gravesite. “Let’s get in, get it done, and get out.”
“I’m right there with you, Bobby,” Dean said with a grin as the three men dropped their bags. They pulled out their shovels, and Dean went to hand one over to Lindsay, and she gave him a look.
“Excuse me?” she frowned.
“You’re not going to dig?” Dean frowned right back.
“I never said I was digging.”
“C’mon, Lindsay—”
“You’re the demon hunters, not me,” she said with a smirk. “I’m just assisting.”
“So you’re just gonna stand there and do nothing while we dig?”
“I’m not doing nothing,” she replied with a grin, and he gave her a look. “I’m holding the flashlight.”
“Would ya stop bickering with her so that we can get out of here already?” Bobby asked, giving them both a look. Dean just glared back at Lindsay, before moving back to the grave and starting to dig.
Getting down to the coffin didn’t take long, and a few minutes later, Lindsay was helping Sam and Dean out of the hole while Bobby started to salt and pour gasoline over the body. Lindsay was handing Dean the matches to start the fire, when Bobby felt a slight prickle on the back of his hairline, his head snapping up and peering into the darkness. He just barely made out the edge of a face before it started rushing closer, coming up too quickly behind Lindsay and Dean.
“Lindsay, look out!”
Lindsay spun around, going for her gun, but she was too slow, the spirit taking advantage of her momentary off-balance and pushing her back into the grave. Bobby fired back at the spirit before it could get to him and Sam, and Sam dropped to his stomach, reaching for Lindsay’s hand to pull her up. Dean and Bobby were firing at the spirit every chance they got. Lindsay started to climb her way out of the hole and she was about halfway up before her foot slipped and she started to sink back down again. But she quickly found another foothold and pushed her way back up, handing Sam the matches as she pushed herself out.
“Any minute now, Sammy,” Dean shouted back at them once he spotted Lindsay sitting on the edge of the grave, scrambling back out of the hole, as Sam dropped the lit matches down on top of the spirit.
There was a wail from the spirit as he was split by a beam of light, tearing him apart and then vanishing into thin air. Lindsay just stared back at where he had been standing, breathing heavily with a wide grin on her face.
“That was so cool.”
Bobby turned back to her with a smirk before shaking his head. “You really are a Winchester, aren’t you?”
Lindsay only gave him a smirk back, “Only on their mother’s side.”
Title: Holy Ground
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Lindsay Monroe, Sam and Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer
au_developments Prompt: 13. Nightfic_variations Prompt: Shakespeare (#2)Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Lindsay goes with the Winchesters and Bobby on a hunt in the Staten Island Monastery.
Author's Note: Part of my Family Ties series, which is set up that Lindsay is Sam and Dean's cousin on their mother's side. Used the prompt "By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes." This was kinda fun to write.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“Still don’t see why we had to do this at night,” Dean complained as he ducked under the crime scene tape that Lindsay was holding up for him. Sam and Bobby just rolled their eyes as they followed him, after having listen to him grumble the whole way there.
“Dean,” Lindsay replied, giving him a look. “I don’t need my boss asking me questions about why I’m bringing my family, one of which happens to be a wanted felon, into a crime scene.”
“Well—we’re not all family,” Sam said slowly, looking at Bobby. “What would you have told him about Bobby?”
“Bobby’s practically family,” Lindsay said with a grin in the other man’s direction. “It would have worked out in the end. Especially since you guys would have been Sam and Dean Singer for the moment.”
“Good point,” Sam said with a shrug, before angling the flashlight into the darkness of the monastery. “Which way are we going now?”
“The website said the gravesite was down this corridor and to the right,” Lindsay replied. “It’s technically outside of the crime scene, but in order to get to it—”
“You have to go through it,” Dean nodded. “Perfect.”
Bobby just shook his head as he followed the three of them, listening to them go back and forth at each other as they did. He just kept his finger tensed on the trigger of the gun in his hands, keeping his eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary. Spirits like this tended to not go quietly. Priest or no priest, anything could happen, and he wasn’t going to let his guard down unless absolutely necessary.
“You think the spirit might be responsible for your vic, Lindsay?” he asked, and she shrugged as she picked up the second half of the crime scene tape.
“It’s possible. I don’t think I want to rule out a human perp quite yet.”
“Why not?” Dean frowned. “Psycho spirit priest, killing people who wander into his territory—I’ve seen spirits kill for less.”
“But autopsy revealed that the vic was definitely killed where he was found,” Lindsay replied once Bobby was under the tape and she swung the beam of her flashlight back in the direction they were heading. “And considering this was holy ground—”
“That’s not always a guarantee, though,” Sam said with a sigh. “If he died here, there’s no reason he shouldn’t be able to haunt it as well—holy ground or not.”
“Well, great,” Lindsay replied, rolling her eyes slightly. “Now there’s something else we have to worry about.”
“Let’s not think about it,” Bobby sighed as they arrived at the gravesite. “Let’s get in, get it done, and get out.”
“I’m right there with you, Bobby,” Dean said with a grin as the three men dropped their bags. They pulled out their shovels, and Dean went to hand one over to Lindsay, and she gave him a look.
“Excuse me?” she frowned.
“You’re not going to dig?” Dean frowned right back.
“I never said I was digging.”
“C’mon, Lindsay—”
“You’re the demon hunters, not me,” she said with a smirk. “I’m just assisting.”
“So you’re just gonna stand there and do nothing while we dig?”
“I’m not doing nothing,” she replied with a grin, and he gave her a look. “I’m holding the flashlight.”
“Would ya stop bickering with her so that we can get out of here already?” Bobby asked, giving them both a look. Dean just glared back at Lindsay, before moving back to the grave and starting to dig.
Getting down to the coffin didn’t take long, and a few minutes later, Lindsay was helping Sam and Dean out of the hole while Bobby started to salt and pour gasoline over the body. Lindsay was handing Dean the matches to start the fire, when Bobby felt a slight prickle on the back of his hairline, his head snapping up and peering into the darkness. He just barely made out the edge of a face before it started rushing closer, coming up too quickly behind Lindsay and Dean.
“Lindsay, look out!”
Lindsay spun around, going for her gun, but she was too slow, the spirit taking advantage of her momentary off-balance and pushing her back into the grave. Bobby fired back at the spirit before it could get to him and Sam, and Sam dropped to his stomach, reaching for Lindsay’s hand to pull her up. Dean and Bobby were firing at the spirit every chance they got. Lindsay started to climb her way out of the hole and she was about halfway up before her foot slipped and she started to sink back down again. But she quickly found another foothold and pushed her way back up, handing Sam the matches as she pushed herself out.
“Any minute now, Sammy,” Dean shouted back at them once he spotted Lindsay sitting on the edge of the grave, scrambling back out of the hole, as Sam dropped the lit matches down on top of the spirit.
There was a wail from the spirit as he was split by a beam of light, tearing him apart and then vanishing into thin air. Lindsay just stared back at where he had been standing, breathing heavily with a wide grin on her face.
“That was so cool.”
Bobby turned back to her with a smirk before shaking his head. “You really are a Winchester, aren’t you?”
Lindsay only gave him a smirk back, “Only on their mother’s side.”