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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-08-26 05:49 pm
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Booth - Light at the End of the Tunnel
Fandom: Bones/Supernatural
Title: Light at the End of the Tunnel
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Lisa Braedan, Seeley Booth, Ben Braedan
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kissbingo Prompt: Body: Elbow
Content Warning: Spoilers for the end of Season 5.
Summary: Booth sat in the car outside the Braedan house for about twenty minutes before he managed to climb out of the car.
Author’s Note: I’ve been wanting to play with the idea of hunter!Booth for a while. Not really crossposting this anywhere other thankissbingo, this is just for me.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Kripke and Hart Hanson. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Booth sat in the car outside the Braedan house for about twenty minutes before he managed to climb out of the car.
It was another twenty before he actually made it to the front door.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Dean. He liked Dean—he was one of the few people left in the world who did—but this wasn’t a social call, and he didn’t want to blow Dean’s cover. The FBI still believed him to be legally dead, and Booth wasn’t looking to out him. After everything he’d been through, Dean deserved all the apple pie he could eat, but something didn’t smell right about the case that Booth was currently working, and no one knew demons the way Dean Winchester did. It wasn’t a hunt, not really, but it was close enough and he needed the help. So he made a few phone calls, got on a plane, and tried not to make it seem like he was stalking the Braedans as decided whether or not this was what he wanted to do.
He did it, though. He made his way to the front door and knocked, possibly a little harder than he needed to, and waited for the door to open. Unlike Booth, Lisa Braedan didn’t take twenty minutes to open the door. She was there in five, and looked up at him with a friendly, albeit confused smile. “Hi,” she said. “Can I help you?”
“Afternoon, ma’am,” he began, starting to go into his routine before he even realized it. “I’m—” He cut himself off before he outted himself as a federal agent and made her suspicious. “My name is Seeley Booth. I’m a friend of Dean’s—is he here?”
She blinked at the mention of Dean having a friend, but she nodded. “He’s out back. Follow me.”
Booth nodded as he followed her into the house, glancing around as he went. “You have a lovely home.”
“Thank you,” she said as she led him in. “You said you were a friend of Dean’s?”
“Yeah, we happen to be in the same business,” Booth nodded. “He’s a good man.”
“He is.” They made their way out onto the porch to find Dean tinkering with the propane grill. “However, grill master he is not.”
Booth smirked. “Yes, well, being a civilian is a bit harder to adjust to than one would expect.”
Booth watched as Dean stopped, blinking at the propane tank he was fiddling with, before looking over with a grin. “Seeley Booth,” he said, surprised as he got to the feet and extended his hand to him. “Son of a bitch, what are you doing here?”
“I heard you settled down,” Booth grinned as he reached out to shake his hand. “Figured it was something I had to see for myself if I was going to believe it.”
“I guess not everything can be bought on faith, can it?” Dean smirked. “Been a long time, Seeley.”
“Been a really long time,” he nodded. “And you’re never going to get that grill fixed.”
“Oh really? I’d like to see you do better, g-man.”
“Watch me,” Booth replied as he took the wrench from him, and made his way over to the grill. “Though I expect a beer for my trouble.”
Dean laughed—first time Booth had heard him laugh in a long time—before nodding and heading back into the kitchen. “Alright. One beer, coming up.”
***
Booth did indeed fix the grill, and that got him an invitation to stay through dinner. During that time he proceeded to not only mock Dean in his attempt to grill a decent steak, swapped war stories over dinner, and generally proceeded to be the most amiable unexpected house guest that he could be. He knew that he was intruding, and normally he didn’t care—it was his job to intrude and get to the truth—but after seeing Dean and Lisa together, he almost felt bad for it. He wasn’t a part of this world for Dean. He was a part of the old one he left behind, and that was the truth he’d been looking to find.
As he was finishing up his dinner, Ben was sitting with him on the deck, asking him questions about his time in the army, and he was mostly answering them, but his eyes were on what he could see through the sliding glass door into the kitchen. Dean was washing dishes in the sink, when Lisa moved up beside him, elbowing him in the side gently to get his attention. There was a soft conversation that he couldn’t quite make out, followed by Dean leaning in and kissing her gently. They were happy. They didn’t need Booth sticking his nose in—he could figure this out on his own.
After it was all done, Dean walked Booth out to his car. He didn’t say anything until they had closed the front door behind them, turning and giving the him a small smile. “Not that it wasn’t great to see you, Booth, but what the hell are you really doing here?”
“Heard about Sam.” It was only a semi-lie. “Couldn’t exactly call, considering you two change your numbers every ten minutes, so I decided to fly out here and see for myself how you were doing.”
“Right,” Dean nodded, sliding his hands in his pockets. Booth saw the small jaw clench at the mention of Sam, and he turned back to Booth again. “You’d waste time off that you could be spending with your kid to come pay me a visit.”
“What can I say, Dean—you make quite an impression.” Dean continued to stare him down, arms crossed in front of him, and Booth sighed before unlocking the passenger side door of his car, and pulling out a file. “Came across this when I was working for the Jeffersonian. Wanted your opinion.”
Dean took the file from him to flip it open. “I’m not in the game anymore. You know that.”
“Yeah, I know,” Booth nodded. “Just wanted an opinion. I wasn’t even going to show you it, after seeing all of this.” He paused for a moment, one hand moving to rub the back of his neck. “You got a good thing here. I’m not gonna screw it up for you.”
Dean looked over the information for a minute, before looking up at Booth again. He could tell the way his mind was working that he had already put the case together, and he had the answer. His eyes then wandered to the house standing behind them, and he closed the file. “Got a pen?”
Booth pat down his pockets before handing one over, and Dean scribbled down a number and an address on the top of the file. “There’s a guy named Bobby Singer—he knows more about this shit than I do, and he’ll probably be able to give you a better answer.” He handed the file back, then extended a hand to him. “It was good seeing you again, Seeley.”
“Good seeing you too, Dean,” he replied as he shook his hand, before going to climb back into the car. “Thanks for the help.”
“Anytime, dude,” Dean nodded before starting to back towards the house. “Anytime.”
Title: Light at the End of the Tunnel
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Lisa Braedan, Seeley Booth, Ben Braedan
kissbingo Prompt: Body: ElbowContent Warning: Spoilers for the end of Season 5.
Summary: Booth sat in the car outside the Braedan house for about twenty minutes before he managed to climb out of the car.
Author’s Note: I’ve been wanting to play with the idea of hunter!Booth for a while. Not really crossposting this anywhere other than
kissbingo, this is just for me.Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Kripke and Hart Hanson. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Booth sat in the car outside the Braedan house for about twenty minutes before he managed to climb out of the car.
It was another twenty before he actually made it to the front door.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Dean. He liked Dean—he was one of the few people left in the world who did—but this wasn’t a social call, and he didn’t want to blow Dean’s cover. The FBI still believed him to be legally dead, and Booth wasn’t looking to out him. After everything he’d been through, Dean deserved all the apple pie he could eat, but something didn’t smell right about the case that Booth was currently working, and no one knew demons the way Dean Winchester did. It wasn’t a hunt, not really, but it was close enough and he needed the help. So he made a few phone calls, got on a plane, and tried not to make it seem like he was stalking the Braedans as decided whether or not this was what he wanted to do.
He did it, though. He made his way to the front door and knocked, possibly a little harder than he needed to, and waited for the door to open. Unlike Booth, Lisa Braedan didn’t take twenty minutes to open the door. She was there in five, and looked up at him with a friendly, albeit confused smile. “Hi,” she said. “Can I help you?”
“Afternoon, ma’am,” he began, starting to go into his routine before he even realized it. “I’m—” He cut himself off before he outted himself as a federal agent and made her suspicious. “My name is Seeley Booth. I’m a friend of Dean’s—is he here?”
She blinked at the mention of Dean having a friend, but she nodded. “He’s out back. Follow me.”
Booth nodded as he followed her into the house, glancing around as he went. “You have a lovely home.”
“Thank you,” she said as she led him in. “You said you were a friend of Dean’s?”
“Yeah, we happen to be in the same business,” Booth nodded. “He’s a good man.”
“He is.” They made their way out onto the porch to find Dean tinkering with the propane grill. “However, grill master he is not.”
Booth smirked. “Yes, well, being a civilian is a bit harder to adjust to than one would expect.”
Booth watched as Dean stopped, blinking at the propane tank he was fiddling with, before looking over with a grin. “Seeley Booth,” he said, surprised as he got to the feet and extended his hand to him. “Son of a bitch, what are you doing here?”
“I heard you settled down,” Booth grinned as he reached out to shake his hand. “Figured it was something I had to see for myself if I was going to believe it.”
“I guess not everything can be bought on faith, can it?” Dean smirked. “Been a long time, Seeley.”
“Been a really long time,” he nodded. “And you’re never going to get that grill fixed.”
“Oh really? I’d like to see you do better, g-man.”
“Watch me,” Booth replied as he took the wrench from him, and made his way over to the grill. “Though I expect a beer for my trouble.”
Dean laughed—first time Booth had heard him laugh in a long time—before nodding and heading back into the kitchen. “Alright. One beer, coming up.”
***
Booth did indeed fix the grill, and that got him an invitation to stay through dinner. During that time he proceeded to not only mock Dean in his attempt to grill a decent steak, swapped war stories over dinner, and generally proceeded to be the most amiable unexpected house guest that he could be. He knew that he was intruding, and normally he didn’t care—it was his job to intrude and get to the truth—but after seeing Dean and Lisa together, he almost felt bad for it. He wasn’t a part of this world for Dean. He was a part of the old one he left behind, and that was the truth he’d been looking to find.
As he was finishing up his dinner, Ben was sitting with him on the deck, asking him questions about his time in the army, and he was mostly answering them, but his eyes were on what he could see through the sliding glass door into the kitchen. Dean was washing dishes in the sink, when Lisa moved up beside him, elbowing him in the side gently to get his attention. There was a soft conversation that he couldn’t quite make out, followed by Dean leaning in and kissing her gently. They were happy. They didn’t need Booth sticking his nose in—he could figure this out on his own.
After it was all done, Dean walked Booth out to his car. He didn’t say anything until they had closed the front door behind them, turning and giving the him a small smile. “Not that it wasn’t great to see you, Booth, but what the hell are you really doing here?”
“Heard about Sam.” It was only a semi-lie. “Couldn’t exactly call, considering you two change your numbers every ten minutes, so I decided to fly out here and see for myself how you were doing.”
“Right,” Dean nodded, sliding his hands in his pockets. Booth saw the small jaw clench at the mention of Sam, and he turned back to Booth again. “You’d waste time off that you could be spending with your kid to come pay me a visit.”
“What can I say, Dean—you make quite an impression.” Dean continued to stare him down, arms crossed in front of him, and Booth sighed before unlocking the passenger side door of his car, and pulling out a file. “Came across this when I was working for the Jeffersonian. Wanted your opinion.”
Dean took the file from him to flip it open. “I’m not in the game anymore. You know that.”
“Yeah, I know,” Booth nodded. “Just wanted an opinion. I wasn’t even going to show you it, after seeing all of this.” He paused for a moment, one hand moving to rub the back of his neck. “You got a good thing here. I’m not gonna screw it up for you.”
Dean looked over the information for a minute, before looking up at Booth again. He could tell the way his mind was working that he had already put the case together, and he had the answer. His eyes then wandered to the house standing behind them, and he closed the file. “Got a pen?”
Booth pat down his pockets before handing one over, and Dean scribbled down a number and an address on the top of the file. “There’s a guy named Bobby Singer—he knows more about this shit than I do, and he’ll probably be able to give you a better answer.” He handed the file back, then extended a hand to him. “It was good seeing you again, Seeley.”
“Good seeing you too, Dean,” he replied as he shook his hand, before going to climb back into the car. “Thanks for the help.”
“Anytime, dude,” Dean nodded before starting to back towards the house. “Anytime.”
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