SULFUR Fic: Daniel Osbourne, Old Dog
Daniel Osbourne, Old Dog
Part 14 of FBI, SULFUR Division
To lita_of_jupiter and shamangrrl who reminded me of the awesomeness of Oz.
*SULFUR*btvs*
By habit, Dean saw every person in the bar. He evaluated potential problems, escape routes and seats with optimal visibility. He recognized a slight form, with his back to the door but his nose in all the air currents. The form heaved a long suffering sigh and Dean’s lips slowly curved into a smile. He moved through the crowd toward the friend and people moved out of his way. Dean didn’t notice. He slumped into the chair. “Oz, my man, boy, is it good to see you.”
“No.”
Dean continued as if the werewolf hadn’t spoken. “I’m here on a case and I could really use some back-up.”
“Call the office.”
“The last time I requested back-up I got stuck with locals, with no briefing whatsoever. It was close, getting them all out.”
“Injured?” Oz’s sharp eyes zeroed in on Dean’s stiff shoulder.
“Nothing to write home about,” Dean dismissed.
Oz smirked, not surprised. Though, by not reporting it, Dean opened the door for a repeat event.
“So how’bout it?”
“Bodies?”
“Ten over ten years. Expecting another one to drop in a couple days.”
Oz nodded. There was no reason not to help. Between the two of them, they might be able to save some unsuspecting victim.
“You should trade in your consulting card for a shiny badge.”
Oz glared. “You are a dog with a bone ‘bout that.”
Dean threw his head back as he laughed, attracting attention from all corners. “Have to be to teach an old dog new tricks.”
*SULFUR*btvs*
Part 14 of FBI, SULFUR Division
To lita_of_jupiter and shamangrrl who reminded me of the awesomeness of Oz.
*SULFUR*btvs*
By habit, Dean saw every person in the bar. He evaluated potential problems, escape routes and seats with optimal visibility. He recognized a slight form, with his back to the door but his nose in all the air currents. The form heaved a long suffering sigh and Dean’s lips slowly curved into a smile. He moved through the crowd toward the friend and people moved out of his way. Dean didn’t notice. He slumped into the chair. “Oz, my man, boy, is it good to see you.”
“No.”
Dean continued as if the werewolf hadn’t spoken. “I’m here on a case and I could really use some back-up.”
“Call the office.”
“The last time I requested back-up I got stuck with locals, with no briefing whatsoever. It was close, getting them all out.”
“Injured?” Oz’s sharp eyes zeroed in on Dean’s stiff shoulder.
“Nothing to write home about,” Dean dismissed.
Oz smirked, not surprised. Though, by not reporting it, Dean opened the door for a repeat event.
“So how’bout it?”
“Bodies?”
“Ten over ten years. Expecting another one to drop in a couple days.”
Oz nodded. There was no reason not to help. Between the two of them, they might be able to save some unsuspecting victim.
“You should trade in your consulting card for a shiny badge.”
Oz glared. “You are a dog with a bone ‘bout that.”
Dean threw his head back as he laughed, attracting attention from all corners. “Have to be to teach an old dog new tricks.”
*SULFUR*btvs*