Ficlet: A Chance Meeting. SPN/Dark Angel x-over. X5-494/Sam. G.
OK, I know I'm totally screwing with timelines and DA storylines and probably every canon thing out there. Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn. And the title sucks but hubby is calling me to bed so tough luck. Maybe I'll change it later.
X5-494/Sam for nimenic Icon by nevcollell 600 words. Wincest implied.
A Chance Meeting
“Dean!”
He stops, then picks up speed, shoulders hunched, briefcase clutched in his hand. Not the first time it’s happened but he doesn’t have time, not now. It’s served him well a couple of times, especially when it comes to the ladies, but it’s served him badly even more often. Whoever this Dean guy is he’s sure gotten around.
“Dean, what the hell?”
The voice is closer now, angrier, and when a heavy hand lands on his shoulder he swings around and pins the man to the alley wall by his neck. Or he would have if the guy wasn’t a fricking giant. As it happens his forearm’s only pressing against a broad chest and before he has time to let it slide up and in place, he’s being pushed away and into the opposite wall.
“You’re not Dean. Who are you? What are you? What the fuck have you done to my brother?”
X5-494 pushes the glasses further up on his nose and eyes the kid speculatively. Tall, lanky, no older than twenty. Very pretty face. Brother? Now that’s interesting. Finally someone who can give him some definite answers on who the hell this Dean person is.
They’re expecting him at the Berrisford mansion in less than an hour and it doesn’t do well to make a bad impression on his first day. But this deserves his attention. He’s sure Sandoval would agree.
“I’m Simon. Simon Lehane. You’re Dean’s brother?” He brings out the smile he knows has most people relaxing, losing their guard. “Well, I’ll be damned. I was starting to think you were a figment of his imagination.”
“What?” The kid looks confused, the anger in his eyes dissipating. “You know him?”
He takes a chance, building it on what his earlier run-ins with this guy’s “acquaintances” have taught him. “Dean Winchester? Drives a black beauty of a car? Cocky bastard? Likes his liquor strong and his women a little on the slutty side?”
The wince is almost unnoticeable but it’s there and he files it away for later use.
“Yeah, I’d say. Ran into him at a bar a few months ago. Not every day you meet your goddamn duplicate.” In fact, it’s been about five since he saw his clone brothers.
“Oh.” The kid runs a hand through his shaggy hair and smiles, dimples and all. “Sorry. I just saw you and thought… Sorry. I’m Sam,” he says and sticks out his hand. It’s big and strong with long fingers that would make any piano teacher shiver in delight. Even a fake one.
“Kid, I know. Didn’t I say he wouldn’t shut up about you?” A light flickers in Sam’s eyes, something that looks like hope and X5-494 has to bite his jaw to keep from grinning. “Anyway, you tell your brother hi.” He nods, making as if to leave.
“Hey! Would you… I mean… Simon, was it?”
“Yes?” He gives the kid an encouraging smile.
“So… I’m on a college trip and most my friends are still nursing hangovers since last night but I was thinking of maybe getting a coffee and would you like to, I don’t know, have some?” the kid blurts out, blushing like a girl. “I mean, since you know my brother and all and I haven’t really seen him in almost two years and…”
“Coffee sounds great.”
He gives the kid another smile, a very different one this time, and the increasing blush tells him he’s right on the money. Brother, huh? Guess the X5s aren’t the only ones who like to keep it in the family.
X5-494/Sam for nimenic Icon by nevcollell 600 words. Wincest implied.
A Chance Meeting
“Dean!”
He stops, then picks up speed, shoulders hunched, briefcase clutched in his hand. Not the first time it’s happened but he doesn’t have time, not now. It’s served him well a couple of times, especially when it comes to the ladies, but it’s served him badly even more often. Whoever this Dean guy is he’s sure gotten around.
“Dean, what the hell?”
The voice is closer now, angrier, and when a heavy hand lands on his shoulder he swings around and pins the man to the alley wall by his neck. Or he would have if the guy wasn’t a fricking giant. As it happens his forearm’s only pressing against a broad chest and before he has time to let it slide up and in place, he’s being pushed away and into the opposite wall.
“You’re not Dean. Who are you? What are you? What the fuck have you done to my brother?”
X5-494 pushes the glasses further up on his nose and eyes the kid speculatively. Tall, lanky, no older than twenty. Very pretty face. Brother? Now that’s interesting. Finally someone who can give him some definite answers on who the hell this Dean person is.
They’re expecting him at the Berrisford mansion in less than an hour and it doesn’t do well to make a bad impression on his first day. But this deserves his attention. He’s sure Sandoval would agree.
“I’m Simon. Simon Lehane. You’re Dean’s brother?” He brings out the smile he knows has most people relaxing, losing their guard. “Well, I’ll be damned. I was starting to think you were a figment of his imagination.”
“What?” The kid looks confused, the anger in his eyes dissipating. “You know him?”
He takes a chance, building it on what his earlier run-ins with this guy’s “acquaintances” have taught him. “Dean Winchester? Drives a black beauty of a car? Cocky bastard? Likes his liquor strong and his women a little on the slutty side?”
The wince is almost unnoticeable but it’s there and he files it away for later use.
“Yeah, I’d say. Ran into him at a bar a few months ago. Not every day you meet your goddamn duplicate.” In fact, it’s been about five since he saw his clone brothers.
“Oh.” The kid runs a hand through his shaggy hair and smiles, dimples and all. “Sorry. I just saw you and thought… Sorry. I’m Sam,” he says and sticks out his hand. It’s big and strong with long fingers that would make any piano teacher shiver in delight. Even a fake one.
“Kid, I know. Didn’t I say he wouldn’t shut up about you?” A light flickers in Sam’s eyes, something that looks like hope and X5-494 has to bite his jaw to keep from grinning. “Anyway, you tell your brother hi.” He nods, making as if to leave.
“Hey! Would you… I mean… Simon, was it?”
“Yes?” He gives the kid an encouraging smile.
“So… I’m on a college trip and most my friends are still nursing hangovers since last night but I was thinking of maybe getting a coffee and would you like to, I don’t know, have some?” the kid blurts out, blushing like a girl. “I mean, since you know my brother and all and I haven’t really seen him in almost two years and…”
“Coffee sounds great.”
He gives the kid another smile, a very different one this time, and the increasing blush tells him he’s right on the money. Brother, huh? Guess the X5s aren’t the only ones who like to keep it in the family.