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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-05-17 01:34 pm
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Dean - Recruitment
Fandom: Supernatural/Fringe
Title: Recruitment
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Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Characters: Philip Broyles, Dean Winchester/Lisa Braedan
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xoverland Challenge: Crime State
Content Warning: Spoilers for 522: Swan Song.
Summary: Dean receives an unexpected visitor at his front door.
Author’s Note: I might do more with this once I actually catch up on Fringe, but I wanted to get some of this out first. Set pre-series for them, but at the end of Season 5 for Supernatural.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Kripke and FOX. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“Dean Winchester?”
Dean looked up at the tall, black man standing at the foot of his lawn, and then turned back to the engine. Lisa was out picking Ben up from baseball practice, the Impala was due for a tune up before they left on a road trip, and he had promised to have this done by then. He didn’t appreciate the interruption, and he didn’t appreciate people using his real last name when he was supposed to be legally dead, so that was a problem. He didn’t acknowledge it at first, just continued working on the engine before speaking.
“Never heard of him.”
“That’s funny. The resemblance is uncanny.” Dean turned back towards the suit again, and saw him holding up a picture of his mug shot, which was the kind of thing that tended to make him want to reach for his gun, but he didn’t. Just tightened his grip on the wrench before speaking again.
“So the guy you’re looking for is a handsome son of a bitch. What does that have to do with me?”
“My name is Special Agent Philip Broyles. And I’m not looking for Dean Winchester the criminal.” He folded the sheet of paper up again, before tucking it into his jacket. “I’m looking for Dean Winchester the hunter.”
“He doesn’t exist anymore,” Dean replied evenly.
“No, not since Sam died in the final battle.”
It had been four months, and that comment still stung a lot more than it should. “And how the hell would you know about that?”
“I know that your brother beat down Lucifer and then jumped in to Hell to keep him there,” Broyles replied, hands clasped in front of him. “I know that you’ve saved the world more times than most people have realized and you’re now working an under the table job as a mechanic to get by just because your criminal record means one hit on your social security number and the FBI swoops in to arrest you for murders you didn’t commit. And most importantly, I know that you’re wasting your talents and skills sitting here in Cicero when the world still needs someone like you to fight what’s coming.”
There was the crunch of gravel in the driveway as Lisa and Ben pulled up to the house, both of them looking concerned as they made their way around the car to meet him. “Dean?” Lisa asked. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, it’s fine,” Dean replied. “This guy’s just trying to get me to become a Jehovah’s Witness. They just never give up, do they?” His eyes met Broyles’ stare for a moment, before the man reached into his jacket and extended a card to him.
“In case you reconsider.”
“I won’t,” Dean snapped back, and as the man climbed into his car and disappeared, Dean felt Lisa wrap an arm around his shoulders.
“What was that about?”
Dean shook his head, before turning back to her with a smile. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”
Title: Recruitment
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Characters: Philip Broyles, Dean Winchester/Lisa Braedan
xoverland Challenge: Crime StateContent Warning: Spoilers for 522: Swan Song.
Summary: Dean receives an unexpected visitor at his front door.
Author’s Note: I might do more with this once I actually catch up on Fringe, but I wanted to get some of this out first. Set pre-series for them, but at the end of Season 5 for Supernatural.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Kripke and FOX. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“Dean Winchester?”
Dean looked up at the tall, black man standing at the foot of his lawn, and then turned back to the engine. Lisa was out picking Ben up from baseball practice, the Impala was due for a tune up before they left on a road trip, and he had promised to have this done by then. He didn’t appreciate the interruption, and he didn’t appreciate people using his real last name when he was supposed to be legally dead, so that was a problem. He didn’t acknowledge it at first, just continued working on the engine before speaking.
“Never heard of him.”
“That’s funny. The resemblance is uncanny.” Dean turned back towards the suit again, and saw him holding up a picture of his mug shot, which was the kind of thing that tended to make him want to reach for his gun, but he didn’t. Just tightened his grip on the wrench before speaking again.
“So the guy you’re looking for is a handsome son of a bitch. What does that have to do with me?”
“My name is Special Agent Philip Broyles. And I’m not looking for Dean Winchester the criminal.” He folded the sheet of paper up again, before tucking it into his jacket. “I’m looking for Dean Winchester the hunter.”
“He doesn’t exist anymore,” Dean replied evenly.
“No, not since Sam died in the final battle.”
It had been four months, and that comment still stung a lot more than it should. “And how the hell would you know about that?”
“I know that your brother beat down Lucifer and then jumped in to Hell to keep him there,” Broyles replied, hands clasped in front of him. “I know that you’ve saved the world more times than most people have realized and you’re now working an under the table job as a mechanic to get by just because your criminal record means one hit on your social security number and the FBI swoops in to arrest you for murders you didn’t commit. And most importantly, I know that you’re wasting your talents and skills sitting here in Cicero when the world still needs someone like you to fight what’s coming.”
There was the crunch of gravel in the driveway as Lisa and Ben pulled up to the house, both of them looking concerned as they made their way around the car to meet him. “Dean?” Lisa asked. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, it’s fine,” Dean replied. “This guy’s just trying to get me to become a Jehovah’s Witness. They just never give up, do they?” His eyes met Broyles’ stare for a moment, before the man reached into his jacket and extended a card to him.
“In case you reconsider.”
“I won’t,” Dean snapped back, and as the man climbed into his car and disappeared, Dean felt Lisa wrap an arm around his shoulders.
“What was that about?”
Dean shook his head, before turning back to her with a smile. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”