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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2011-02-10 10:32 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2011-02-10 10:32 pm
Dean/Parker - Anything You Can Do
Fandom: Supernatural/Leverage
Title: Anything You Can Do
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Parker
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xoverland Challenge: Love State
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: In which Parker makes everything a competition.
Author’s Note: Not related to anything, just for fun.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Devlin and Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“This is not a competition, Parker,” Dean hissed as he caught her arm and pulled her back around the corner. “You play this wrong, Sam gets killed.”
“Then I won’t play it wrong. You just have to keep up.” He tightened his grip on her arm, and she yanked that arm forward with a glare. “I know what I’m doing, Dean. This isn’t my first job.”
“This is your first time on my kind of job,” Dean huffed, giving her a look. “Just take it slow, alright?” He paused for a minute, before smirking. “If you follow my lead on this, I’ll give you something to really compete about later.”
She turned to look at him, studying him for a moment, before a slow smirk crossed her face. “Do I get to pick the game?”
He grinned. “Sure.”
“Okay.” She waved a hand in the direction of the hallway. “After you, Mr. Expert.”
“Thank you,” he smirked, before starting to move in.
***
A couple hours later, Dean came in to the motel room to find two lines of various locks set up on the bed. He frowned a bit, before his eyes wandered to Parker, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking like the cat that ate the canary. He raised an eyebrow at her, before gesturing to the locks.
“What’s all this?”
“You said I could pick the game,” she gestured to the locks. “So I picked.”
Dean hesitated for a minute, before laughing slightly. “That wasn’t the kind of game I was thinking of.”
Parker’s brow wrinkled. “What other kinds of games are there?”
He knew he had a choice. He could either explain what he meant, or just let it go and play Parker’s game. He shed his jacket, before making his way closer and kissing her on the cheek. “I’ll tell you when you’re older.”
Parker gave a soft smile, before picking up her lock picks. “So. Are we gonna play?”
“Yeah. And you’re goin’ down.”
She snorted as he sat across from her, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, right.” She waited for him to settle before raising an eyebrow. “Ready?”
“Ready when you are.”
“On your mark … get set … ”
Title: Anything You Can Do
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Parker
xoverland Challenge: Love StateContent Warning: N/A
Summary: In which Parker makes everything a competition.
Author’s Note: Not related to anything, just for fun.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Devlin and Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“This is not a competition, Parker,” Dean hissed as he caught her arm and pulled her back around the corner. “You play this wrong, Sam gets killed.”
“Then I won’t play it wrong. You just have to keep up.” He tightened his grip on her arm, and she yanked that arm forward with a glare. “I know what I’m doing, Dean. This isn’t my first job.”
“This is your first time on my kind of job,” Dean huffed, giving her a look. “Just take it slow, alright?” He paused for a minute, before smirking. “If you follow my lead on this, I’ll give you something to really compete about later.”
She turned to look at him, studying him for a moment, before a slow smirk crossed her face. “Do I get to pick the game?”
He grinned. “Sure.”
“Okay.” She waved a hand in the direction of the hallway. “After you, Mr. Expert.”
“Thank you,” he smirked, before starting to move in.
***
A couple hours later, Dean came in to the motel room to find two lines of various locks set up on the bed. He frowned a bit, before his eyes wandered to Parker, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking like the cat that ate the canary. He raised an eyebrow at her, before gesturing to the locks.
“What’s all this?”
“You said I could pick the game,” she gestured to the locks. “So I picked.”
Dean hesitated for a minute, before laughing slightly. “That wasn’t the kind of game I was thinking of.”
Parker’s brow wrinkled. “What other kinds of games are there?”
He knew he had a choice. He could either explain what he meant, or just let it go and play Parker’s game. He shed his jacket, before making his way closer and kissing her on the cheek. “I’ll tell you when you’re older.”
Parker gave a soft smile, before picking up her lock picks. “So. Are we gonna play?”
“Yeah. And you’re goin’ down.”
She snorted as he sat across from her, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, right.” She waited for him to settle before raising an eyebrow. “Ready?”
“Ready when you are.”
“On your mark … get set … ”