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mishadaySupernatural ficlet - call it close encounters of the slash kind for Dean.
1) Alex Krycek
East coast, and there's not really much for them in the big cities, but there's history in those small towns just along the fringe, and history means ghosts. This one place outside of DC, Dad's got a bead on a poltergeist, nothing serious, and he's hustlin' pool to pay for the motel they're in. Two tables over there's a guy flying solo, and the way he's mechanically knocking balls into the pockets just chases the sheep over to Dean's table to be fleeced. His left hand is gloved and he moved the whole arm kinda stiffly, Dean's not sure, but it's some sorta injury. Still, the guy moves like a predator; he's got a gun under the jacket and maybe a knife at his back.
Whatever, he's dangerous, but he's human as far as Dean can tell, and if he's watchin' the guy a little too much out of the corner of his eye, the sheep are watchin' too, and nevermind that they're seeing the perfect placement of strokes and he's just admiring the curve of the man's ass. Not that his pool sucks, but he leans over and Dean's just gotta take another sip of beer, his mouth is watering something fierce.
He's just won his game, and his opponent (sucker) is slapping his back with the camraderie of the drunken, when the guy at the other table notices his notice. The half-focused 2 in the side pocket gaze sharpens up and Dean's suddenly half-hard and shifting against the edge of the pool table.
The guy smirks, and Dean's feeling pretty green, but the guy's cell rings and someone's buddy wants to challenge him. He racks, looks up and the guy's gone. Ten minutes later the bartender brings him a vodka shot, to 'the second best pool player in the room' which he manages to stammer off and not-blush in an entirely macho way.
Two days later, he hits the Goodwill and manages to find a leather jacket exactly like that guy's. Dean will never admit to jacking off and thinking of leather, smoke haze, vodka and green eyes.
2) Blair Sandburg
They're up in Washington, the state this time, and Dad sends him over to the local university to suss out local legends on a'yahos, to see if they match the sort of shifter that seems to be bent on wrecking a logging camp. He plays dumb student a little too well, and the cute redhead in the anthropology department gives him her number, but hands him over to a perky brunet who's a little too male for his usual tastes.
Thing is, this guy's got enthusiasm in spades, riots of curls and cocksucker's lips. Dean gets his intel for Dad alright, and an invite for a beer at home at the end of the workday, all of 20 minutes away.
Dean's psyched, and ready to maybe explore a few things, but then the dude's 'roommate' comes home, and not only is Dean not into the gay threesome thing, the 'roommate' is totally territorial and a cop to boot. He sucks down his beer and splits before the inevitable drama can rear its ugly little head.
Turns out the shifter isn't - it's some spirit that hitched north from South America on a relic, and he and Dad aren't really sure how it ended up in the woods, but salt and burn is still a pretty surefire way to deal with most anything.
3) Ray Kowalski
He flies solo on a job in Kansas - bunch of high school punks faking a haunted cornfield for kicks, and he puts the fear of God and the Winchesters in them. He heads north to meet Dad for a spirit in Skokie.
They're outside the house, trying to figure out how to approach the home-owners when a sweet black GTO pulls up. Dean would have been totally wrapped up in the car, but then a fucking Mountie steps out of it, and Dean even asks Dad if he's seeing things.
They head over to chat and see if the next door neighbors know anything, and half-way through the conversation, the EMF meter in his jacket pocket goes nuts. The Mountie sort of smooths an eyebrow and gets this pinched crease between his eyes, but his dog barks and the meter goes quiet again.
He gets to talking with the GTO's driver, but there's more car talk going on than anything supernatural, since he figures Dad could get something out of the Mountie.
Dad doesn't. And the next morning they find out that in the freakiest of freak circumstances, the spirit offed itself - tossed around a bag of road salt and then burnt the house down.
Later, Dean will remember the Mountie and the GTO, not the few minutes he spent admiring the driver's cocky smile.
4) Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
Dean's in a library in Las Cruces, of all places, when he trips over an Englishman. Literally, the man's crouched down, all folded in on himself as he's checking out the bottom shelf for dust or maybe the book on Fey Folk Dean's got in his own hand.
But the whole 'I beg your pardon' and politeness gig the guy's laying on him while trying to wrestle the book away from him just gets on Dean's nerves, and he's already kinda of thrown by the pixie bite that had him hallucinating all night, and the elderly librarian upstairs who'd hit on him while he was looking up dirt on the pixies. Dean knows he can be charming, but the gal's gotta be at least twice his age and she'd pinched his ass!
So he plays keepaway with the book for pure spite and manages to dodge the dude in the children's section (and there's this sorta twisted pressed fairies book he finds that tweaks his funny bone in a good way, especially after the pixie the night before.) He leaves the Fey book in the sex book section next to the Gay Kama Sutra.
5) The sex pollen thing
To this day, Dean's not really quite sure exactly... hell. He doesn't remember a damn thing about that day, and the rest of the week is pretty fuzzy. Just a suspicious rash all over and Sam won't tell him anything, just gets shifty eyed and mutters something about allergies, spandex, and plant demons. Which is sometimes followed by Sam just pursing his lips together and his eyes widening and he gets all *Sammy*, which totally throws Dean and makes him stop asking. For a while, at least.
1) Alex Krycek
East coast, and there's not really much for them in the big cities, but there's history in those small towns just along the fringe, and history means ghosts. This one place outside of DC, Dad's got a bead on a poltergeist, nothing serious, and he's hustlin' pool to pay for the motel they're in. Two tables over there's a guy flying solo, and the way he's mechanically knocking balls into the pockets just chases the sheep over to Dean's table to be fleeced. His left hand is gloved and he moved the whole arm kinda stiffly, Dean's not sure, but it's some sorta injury. Still, the guy moves like a predator; he's got a gun under the jacket and maybe a knife at his back.
Whatever, he's dangerous, but he's human as far as Dean can tell, and if he's watchin' the guy a little too much out of the corner of his eye, the sheep are watchin' too, and nevermind that they're seeing the perfect placement of strokes and he's just admiring the curve of the man's ass. Not that his pool sucks, but he leans over and Dean's just gotta take another sip of beer, his mouth is watering something fierce.
He's just won his game, and his opponent (sucker) is slapping his back with the camraderie of the drunken, when the guy at the other table notices his notice. The half-focused 2 in the side pocket gaze sharpens up and Dean's suddenly half-hard and shifting against the edge of the pool table.
The guy smirks, and Dean's feeling pretty green, but the guy's cell rings and someone's buddy wants to challenge him. He racks, looks up and the guy's gone. Ten minutes later the bartender brings him a vodka shot, to 'the second best pool player in the room' which he manages to stammer off and not-blush in an entirely macho way.
Two days later, he hits the Goodwill and manages to find a leather jacket exactly like that guy's. Dean will never admit to jacking off and thinking of leather, smoke haze, vodka and green eyes.
2) Blair Sandburg
They're up in Washington, the state this time, and Dad sends him over to the local university to suss out local legends on a'yahos, to see if they match the sort of shifter that seems to be bent on wrecking a logging camp. He plays dumb student a little too well, and the cute redhead in the anthropology department gives him her number, but hands him over to a perky brunet who's a little too male for his usual tastes.
Thing is, this guy's got enthusiasm in spades, riots of curls and cocksucker's lips. Dean gets his intel for Dad alright, and an invite for a beer at home at the end of the workday, all of 20 minutes away.
Dean's psyched, and ready to maybe explore a few things, but then the dude's 'roommate' comes home, and not only is Dean not into the gay threesome thing, the 'roommate' is totally territorial and a cop to boot. He sucks down his beer and splits before the inevitable drama can rear its ugly little head.
Turns out the shifter isn't - it's some spirit that hitched north from South America on a relic, and he and Dad aren't really sure how it ended up in the woods, but salt and burn is still a pretty surefire way to deal with most anything.
3) Ray Kowalski
He flies solo on a job in Kansas - bunch of high school punks faking a haunted cornfield for kicks, and he puts the fear of God and the Winchesters in them. He heads north to meet Dad for a spirit in Skokie.
They're outside the house, trying to figure out how to approach the home-owners when a sweet black GTO pulls up. Dean would have been totally wrapped up in the car, but then a fucking Mountie steps out of it, and Dean even asks Dad if he's seeing things.
They head over to chat and see if the next door neighbors know anything, and half-way through the conversation, the EMF meter in his jacket pocket goes nuts. The Mountie sort of smooths an eyebrow and gets this pinched crease between his eyes, but his dog barks and the meter goes quiet again.
He gets to talking with the GTO's driver, but there's more car talk going on than anything supernatural, since he figures Dad could get something out of the Mountie.
Dad doesn't. And the next morning they find out that in the freakiest of freak circumstances, the spirit offed itself - tossed around a bag of road salt and then burnt the house down.
Later, Dean will remember the Mountie and the GTO, not the few minutes he spent admiring the driver's cocky smile.
4) Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
Dean's in a library in Las Cruces, of all places, when he trips over an Englishman. Literally, the man's crouched down, all folded in on himself as he's checking out the bottom shelf for dust or maybe the book on Fey Folk Dean's got in his own hand.
But the whole 'I beg your pardon' and politeness gig the guy's laying on him while trying to wrestle the book away from him just gets on Dean's nerves, and he's already kinda of thrown by the pixie bite that had him hallucinating all night, and the elderly librarian upstairs who'd hit on him while he was looking up dirt on the pixies. Dean knows he can be charming, but the gal's gotta be at least twice his age and she'd pinched his ass!
So he plays keepaway with the book for pure spite and manages to dodge the dude in the children's section (and there's this sorta twisted pressed fairies book he finds that tweaks his funny bone in a good way, especially after the pixie the night before.) He leaves the Fey book in the sex book section next to the Gay Kama Sutra.
5) The sex pollen thing
To this day, Dean's not really quite sure exactly... hell. He doesn't remember a damn thing about that day, and the rest of the week is pretty fuzzy. Just a suspicious rash all over and Sam won't tell him anything, just gets shifty eyed and mutters something about allergies, spandex, and plant demons. Which is sometimes followed by Sam just pursing his lips together and his eyes widening and he gets all *Sammy*, which totally throws Dean and makes him stop asking. For a while, at least.
