Changing Episodes - Alias, Season One (1/2)shri_amatoNovember 9 2009, 10:49:18 UTC
Vaughn!Sam/Syd!Dean
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One minute Dean's listening to Sam talk about how he has genital herpes, and the next he's cuffed to a chair, Kool Aid red hair hanging in his eyes, telling some creepy Asian guy to bite him.
Backwards.
He'll have to remember that one.
He laughs, the words coming out without him even having to think. "I've got bad news for you, man. I am your worst enemy. I've got nothing to lose."
Creepy Guy motions for one of his goons to bring over a black case, and opens it.
"That's not exactly true," Creepy Guy says, tilting the case so Dean can see the tools inside. "You have teeth."
It's original, Dean'll give him that. Most of the "bad guys" he goes up against usually go right for the intestines.
Still, he's beyond relieved when the channel changes again.
He likes his teeth right where they are.
*
He's sitting in what seems to be a, shit... a CIA office if the logo on the wall is any indication, with chairs that appear to be about the same shade of red as the hair that is still hanging in his face.
How chicks deal with it, he'll never understand. Hell, how Sam deals with it, he'll never understand.
And, his jaw feels swollen. Apparently the channel changing didn't stop him from losing his tooth. Fucking awesome.
Sam walks in, and sits down behind the desk, sighing as he goes. "Well, this could be very interesting," he says.
Again, words are spewing out of his mouth before he can stop them. "Does this mean I'm in?"
"No, not yet. They're reviewing your statement. It's -- you wrote a lot," Sam replies.
"I know," his mouth says, moving again without his brain's input. He's starting to think this is what being possessed is like.
"It's like Tolstoy long," Sam says, grinning a little. "Devlin says it could take weeks to verify. But I know we could use another double agent in SD-6. So, we'll be in contact," and Dean's mouth is the one to curl into a slight grin this time before Sam goes on. "I'm gonna get you a ride out of here, keep you concealed... why are you shaking your head?"
Dean himself hadn't even realized he had been, but still, his mouth seems to know what to say. Good thing, cause he doesn't have a clue what's going on. "Because you said 'another'."
Sam cocks his head. "So?"
"So if you really had one already... you most likely wouldn't tell me until I was authenticated."
"Unless I had an instinct about you," Sam says, grinning again.
Dean's mind conjures up all the dirty responses he could have to that, but he doesn't get a chance to voice them. "My bet is you don't have another double --"
"We might --"
" -- but you want me to believe that you do so that on the off chance that I'm actually looking to be a triple agent, I'll report back that there's an existing mole to upset the balance of my agency."
Sam's grin had gotten down right creepy, but apparently Dean Jr. doesn't mind. "I'm not trying to play you," Sam says, while Dean desperately reminds himself that right now, with a Trickster floating about, is not the best time to be jumping his brother.
"We'll see," Dean himself says this time, concentrating harder on the script playing out in his mind.
Trade-mark 'trust me, I'm harmless' puppy eyes on full blast, Sam bows his head. "I have an instinct," he repeats earnestly.
Dean smiles softly back at him, his jaw aching, and tries really hard not to blush.
*
So apparently his "fiance" had died, had been killed, because he'd told her (him? hard to tell when all he hears is the name Danny) what it was he did.
Not that Dean himself completely knows what it is he does. All he knows is SD-6 is bad, CIA is good (which he can't help but laugh at), the YED is his boss (minus the yellow eyes, but just as creepy), and, oh yeah, his Dad is apparently making a cameo in this show as his Dad.
*
One minute Dean's listening to Sam talk about how he has genital herpes, and the next he's cuffed to a chair, Kool Aid red hair hanging in his eyes, telling some creepy Asian guy to bite him.
Backwards.
He'll have to remember that one.
He laughs, the words coming out without him even having to think. "I've got bad news for you, man. I am your worst enemy. I've got nothing to lose."
Creepy Guy motions for one of his goons to bring over a black case, and opens it.
"That's not exactly true," Creepy Guy says, tilting the case so Dean can see the tools inside. "You have teeth."
It's original, Dean'll give him that. Most of the "bad guys" he goes up against usually go right for the intestines.
Still, he's beyond relieved when the channel changes again.
He likes his teeth right where they are.
*
He's sitting in what seems to be a, shit... a CIA office if the logo on the wall is any indication, with chairs that appear to be about the same shade of red as the hair that is still hanging in his face.
How chicks deal with it, he'll never understand. Hell, how Sam deals with it, he'll never understand.
And, his jaw feels swollen. Apparently the channel changing didn't stop him from losing his tooth. Fucking awesome.
Sam walks in, and sits down behind the desk, sighing as he goes. "Well, this could be very interesting," he says.
Again, words are spewing out of his mouth before he can stop them. "Does this mean I'm in?"
"No, not yet. They're reviewing your statement. It's -- you wrote a lot," Sam replies.
"I know," his mouth says, moving again without his brain's input. He's starting to think this is what being possessed is like.
"It's like Tolstoy long," Sam says, grinning a little. "Devlin says it could take weeks to verify. But I know we could use another double agent in SD-6. So, we'll be in contact," and Dean's mouth is the one to curl into a slight grin this time before Sam goes on. "I'm gonna get you a ride out of here, keep you concealed... why are you shaking your head?"
Dean himself hadn't even realized he had been, but still, his mouth seems to know what to say. Good thing, cause he doesn't have a clue what's going on. "Because you said 'another'."
Sam cocks his head. "So?"
"So if you really had one already... you most likely wouldn't tell me until I was authenticated."
"Unless I had an instinct about you," Sam says, grinning again.
Dean's mind conjures up all the dirty responses he could have to that, but he doesn't get a chance to voice them. "My bet is you don't have another double --"
"We might --"
" -- but you want me to believe that you do so that on the off chance that I'm actually looking to be a triple agent, I'll report back that there's an existing mole to upset the balance of my agency."
Sam's grin had gotten down right creepy, but apparently Dean Jr. doesn't mind. "I'm not trying to play you," Sam says, while Dean desperately reminds himself that right now, with a Trickster floating about, is not the best time to be jumping his brother.
"We'll see," Dean himself says this time, concentrating harder on the script playing out in his mind.
Trade-mark 'trust me, I'm harmless' puppy eyes on full blast, Sam bows his head. "I have an instinct," he repeats earnestly.
Dean smiles softly back at him, his jaw aching, and tries really hard not to blush.
*
So apparently his "fiance" had died, had been killed, because he'd told her (him? hard to tell when all he hears is the name Danny) what it was he did.
Not that Dean himself completely knows what it is he does. All he knows is SD-6 is bad, CIA is good (which he can't help but laugh at), the YED is his boss (minus the yellow eyes, but just as creepy), and, oh yeah, his Dad is apparently making a cameo in this show as his Dad.
Damn Trickster.
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