Dean - Rewards
Fandom: Supernatural/Charmed/Leverage
Title: Rewards
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Lisa Braedan, Jo Harvelle/Eliot Spencer, Ben Braedan, Angel of Destiny
xoverland Challenge: Big Bang
tamingthemuse Prompt: Quaestor
10_orders Prompt: 7. Go to hell.
kissbingo Prompt: Body: Elbow
Content Warning: Spoilers for Season 6, a little bit of crack.
Summary: In which Dean gets the chance to set some things right. Or at least so he thinks.
Author’s Note: Part of my Thinking of You series. Follows “Too Much Thinking.” I decided to make it part of this series, because I can. This was an idea that struck me when I was marathoning Charmed a while back, and I decided to give it a try. First part happened in the year between Season 5 and Season 6, and the second half takes place in the three years later AU of the series.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of Supernatural or Charmed. Supernatural is Kripke’s and Charmed belongs to the CW. I’m just borrowing and will put them all back where I found them.
“You’re the what?”
“The angel of destiny,” he replied easily, moving through Dean and Lisa’s living room, looking around at the different pictures as he went. Dean wasn’t really paying attention, however. He was too busy waving his hand in front of Lisa’s face, trying to get her to snap out of it and start moving again. But she wouldn’t. In fact, she was frozen mid-kiss and somehow not tipping over when Dean pulled away and pushed himself to his feet. “Dude, this is really friggin’ creepy.”
“There is nothing about angels that you think isn’t creepy, Mr. Winchester,” he replied aimlessly, before placing the picture in his hand back down on the table. “And I don’t have time for you to give me a colorful commentary with every statement I make. I do have important things to do.”
Normally, Dean would have a smartass comment about that, but it had been months since an angel had even attempted to bother him, and he had to admit-he was curious. “So what does the angel of destiny want with me? Here to kick my ass because I avoided mine.”
“On the contrary. You and your brother played your roles to a t. Destiny never intended for you both to succumb to the angels’ demands. Your destiny required you to rebel.” He made his way closer, hands folded in front of him like he was some kind of priest. “I’m here to give you your reward.”
“Reward.” Dean stared at him blankly. “Like-‘you stopped the Apocalypse, here have a fruit basket’?”
“Actually, I’m more like a quaestor. I make sure that all Heaven’s debts are paid.”
Dean stared at him again, before raising an eyebrow. “Is that a trick question?”
The angel frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“Sam, you dick. I want my brother back.” The look the angel gave him wouldn’t make sense for another six months, but he just shook his head, looking to one of the windows.
“Sam is not on the table.”
Dean wanted to be angry. He wanted to be pissed off if he hadn’t seen it coming. They were offering him some kind of reward, and they were willing to leave Sam in Hell? It didn’t make sense, but then again, angels didn’t make sense often. He just took a deep breath, trying to wrack his brain for what else he could possibly want. “Can I think about it?”
The angel sighed heavily, before nodding. “I’ll be back in two days. Think carefully, Dean. You’ll only get this choice once.”
The next thing Dean knew, the angel was gone, and Lisa was kissing his elbow. He turned to her in surprise, and she blinked up at him in confusion. “Weren’t you sitting a second ago?”
Dean didn’t even know where to begin on how to explain.
Three years later, Dean was feeling the same way, but for a completely different reason.
He didn’t recognize the car when it came to a stop in front of his house, but he did recognize the blond who climbed out of it. He and Ben were outside, working on the Impala when Jo slammed the passenger door of the truck and started charging her way up the yard.
“Son of a bitch.”
“Dean?”
“You arrogant dick.”
“Ben-go take a break, alright?” Ben didn’t need to be told twice. He was out from in front of Dean just in time for Jo’s fist to meet Dean’s face. Not the greeting he was expecting, but then again, this was Jo. He shook his head a bit to try and clear it, before looking over at her. “What the hell?”
“What the hell?” Jo was pissed. Dean couldn’t quite put his finger on why, but there was a very large guy behind her, and he wasn’t about to push his luck. “You change my goddamn destiny and you’re asking me what the hell?”
See, the problem was Dean didn’t think that it had worked. It had been three years since he had made that deal with the angel of destiny, and he never heard hide nor hair of it. But here she was, live and in living color, and Dean didn’t exactly have words at the moment. He was too busy staring. Jo stared back at him, hard and cold, and Dean couldn’t help himself. He lunged forward and hugged her.
Jo shoved him back. “What the hell, Dean?”
“I didn’t think it would actually work.”
“Didn’t think it would actually-who the hell asked you to bring me back from the dead?!”
“Oh, gee, I’m sorry.” There was a level of gratitude that Dean thought he should be getting and he wasn’t. He was starting to resent that just a little. “I thought I was doing you a favor.”
“Oh, go to Hell. No one asked you to save me.”
“Well, too friggin’ bad.”
With that, she punched him again, harder than she had the first time. That one was definitely going to leave a mark. He sucked in a breath through his nose, rubbing his jaw for a moment. “I don’t regret it.”
“You’re a dick.”
“And this is news to you why?”
“You know what, Dean? Some of us didn’t have a shitty time in Heaven,” she sighed softly. “Some people-actually kind of liked it. They would have rather not woken up with their insides hanging out and in a pool of their own blood.”
His eyes widened a bit in shock. “Jesus.”
“Yeah. The angel of destiny is a real peach. He brings me back, but he doesn’t bother to fix the broken pieces. If it wasn’t for Cas, I probably would have just died all over again.”
That he melted his resolve a bit. That actually got through to him. His shoulders slumped a bit, before looking at her with sad eyes. “That, I’m sorry for.”
She stared back at him, exasperated. Then she shook her head and started walking off. “Yeah, well-thanks a bunch.” She turned and started to head back towards the guy leaning against the truck, before he reached out to take her arm.
“Jo, wait-” She fixed him with a glare, but he didn’t let go. “It’s late. Just-stay for dinner or something.”
“Dean-”
“I’m serious. Lisa’s a great cook, and she makes more than enough. You and your friend-”
“Boyfriend.”
“Whatever, boy-what?”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “What? I’m not allowed to have a boyfriend?”
“No. No, you’re definitely allowed to have-a boyfriend.”
“Uh-huh,” she said with a nod, before glancing back at the man behind her. “Okay. We’ll stay. But you’re still a dick.”
“Harvelle, when did you not think I was a dick?”
“Okay. Fair point.”
Title: Rewards
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Lisa Braedan, Jo Harvelle/Eliot Spencer, Ben Braedan, Angel of Destiny
xoverland Challenge: Big Bang
tamingthemuse Prompt: Quaestor
10_orders Prompt: 7. Go to hell.
kissbingo Prompt: Body: Elbow
Content Warning: Spoilers for Season 6, a little bit of crack.
Summary: In which Dean gets the chance to set some things right. Or at least so he thinks.
Author’s Note: Part of my Thinking of You series. Follows “Too Much Thinking.” I decided to make it part of this series, because I can. This was an idea that struck me when I was marathoning Charmed a while back, and I decided to give it a try. First part happened in the year between Season 5 and Season 6, and the second half takes place in the three years later AU of the series.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of Supernatural or Charmed. Supernatural is Kripke’s and Charmed belongs to the CW. I’m just borrowing and will put them all back where I found them.
“You’re the what?”
“The angel of destiny,” he replied easily, moving through Dean and Lisa’s living room, looking around at the different pictures as he went. Dean wasn’t really paying attention, however. He was too busy waving his hand in front of Lisa’s face, trying to get her to snap out of it and start moving again. But she wouldn’t. In fact, she was frozen mid-kiss and somehow not tipping over when Dean pulled away and pushed himself to his feet. “Dude, this is really friggin’ creepy.”
“There is nothing about angels that you think isn’t creepy, Mr. Winchester,” he replied aimlessly, before placing the picture in his hand back down on the table. “And I don’t have time for you to give me a colorful commentary with every statement I make. I do have important things to do.”
Normally, Dean would have a smartass comment about that, but it had been months since an angel had even attempted to bother him, and he had to admit-he was curious. “So what does the angel of destiny want with me? Here to kick my ass because I avoided mine.”
“On the contrary. You and your brother played your roles to a t. Destiny never intended for you both to succumb to the angels’ demands. Your destiny required you to rebel.” He made his way closer, hands folded in front of him like he was some kind of priest. “I’m here to give you your reward.”
“Reward.” Dean stared at him blankly. “Like-‘you stopped the Apocalypse, here have a fruit basket’?”
“Actually, I’m more like a quaestor. I make sure that all Heaven’s debts are paid.”
Dean stared at him again, before raising an eyebrow. “Is that a trick question?”
The angel frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“Sam, you dick. I want my brother back.” The look the angel gave him wouldn’t make sense for another six months, but he just shook his head, looking to one of the windows.
“Sam is not on the table.”
Dean wanted to be angry. He wanted to be pissed off if he hadn’t seen it coming. They were offering him some kind of reward, and they were willing to leave Sam in Hell? It didn’t make sense, but then again, angels didn’t make sense often. He just took a deep breath, trying to wrack his brain for what else he could possibly want. “Can I think about it?”
The angel sighed heavily, before nodding. “I’ll be back in two days. Think carefully, Dean. You’ll only get this choice once.”
The next thing Dean knew, the angel was gone, and Lisa was kissing his elbow. He turned to her in surprise, and she blinked up at him in confusion. “Weren’t you sitting a second ago?”
Dean didn’t even know where to begin on how to explain.
Three years later, Dean was feeling the same way, but for a completely different reason.
He didn’t recognize the car when it came to a stop in front of his house, but he did recognize the blond who climbed out of it. He and Ben were outside, working on the Impala when Jo slammed the passenger door of the truck and started charging her way up the yard.
“Son of a bitch.”
“Dean?”
“You arrogant dick.”
“Ben-go take a break, alright?” Ben didn’t need to be told twice. He was out from in front of Dean just in time for Jo’s fist to meet Dean’s face. Not the greeting he was expecting, but then again, this was Jo. He shook his head a bit to try and clear it, before looking over at her. “What the hell?”
“What the hell?” Jo was pissed. Dean couldn’t quite put his finger on why, but there was a very large guy behind her, and he wasn’t about to push his luck. “You change my goddamn destiny and you’re asking me what the hell?”
See, the problem was Dean didn’t think that it had worked. It had been three years since he had made that deal with the angel of destiny, and he never heard hide nor hair of it. But here she was, live and in living color, and Dean didn’t exactly have words at the moment. He was too busy staring. Jo stared back at him, hard and cold, and Dean couldn’t help himself. He lunged forward and hugged her.
Jo shoved him back. “What the hell, Dean?”
“I didn’t think it would actually work.”
“Didn’t think it would actually-who the hell asked you to bring me back from the dead?!”
“Oh, gee, I’m sorry.” There was a level of gratitude that Dean thought he should be getting and he wasn’t. He was starting to resent that just a little. “I thought I was doing you a favor.”
“Oh, go to Hell. No one asked you to save me.”
“Well, too friggin’ bad.”
With that, she punched him again, harder than she had the first time. That one was definitely going to leave a mark. He sucked in a breath through his nose, rubbing his jaw for a moment. “I don’t regret it.”
“You’re a dick.”
“And this is news to you why?”
“You know what, Dean? Some of us didn’t have a shitty time in Heaven,” she sighed softly. “Some people-actually kind of liked it. They would have rather not woken up with their insides hanging out and in a pool of their own blood.”
His eyes widened a bit in shock. “Jesus.”
“Yeah. The angel of destiny is a real peach. He brings me back, but he doesn’t bother to fix the broken pieces. If it wasn’t for Cas, I probably would have just died all over again.”
That he melted his resolve a bit. That actually got through to him. His shoulders slumped a bit, before looking at her with sad eyes. “That, I’m sorry for.”
She stared back at him, exasperated. Then she shook her head and started walking off. “Yeah, well-thanks a bunch.” She turned and started to head back towards the guy leaning against the truck, before he reached out to take her arm.
“Jo, wait-” She fixed him with a glare, but he didn’t let go. “It’s late. Just-stay for dinner or something.”
“Dean-”
“I’m serious. Lisa’s a great cook, and she makes more than enough. You and your friend-”
“Boyfriend.”
“Whatever, boy-what?”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “What? I’m not allowed to have a boyfriend?”
“No. No, you’re definitely allowed to have-a boyfriend.”
“Uh-huh,” she said with a nod, before glancing back at the man behind her. “Okay. We’ll stay. But you’re still a dick.”
“Harvelle, when did you not think I was a dick?”
“Okay. Fair point.”