Title: Our Road is Long, Your Hold is Strong
Rating: PG
Summary: So, here’s the thing about Dean Winchester. He has all these secrets. Veronica doesn’t like secrets.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Or Veronica Mars for that matter.
Author's Note: So, this is a Supernatural/Veronica Mars crossover, set at no particular point in either canon.
So, here’s the thing about Dean Winchester. He has all these secrets. Veronica doesn’t like secrets. Secrets are bad. Secrets go like: your Mom used to date your ex-boyfriend’s father and you may or may not be his kid too. Secrets go like: your boyfriend got his ex-girlfriend pregnant over summer vacation.
Secrets are bad. Especially when he secret-keeper is damn good at covering his tracks. She thinks he knows when she’s tailing him - not that she does that often, you know, just when he’s particularly shifty around her. He doesn’t ever say anything about it, but she gets the feeling. And she’s long since learned to always trust her feelings.
She also gets the feeling that he’s been sneaking a look at her Dad’s files. Why he would be doing that, she doesn’t know. But she knows a picked lock when she sees it. And sometimes the folders are in the wrong place. As good as Dean - and quite possibly his freakishly tall brother - is, everyone slips up sometimes.
But she isn’t going to ask about it. She’s not that kind of girl. She prefers the snooping, and the spying, and the finding everything out on her own. Ever since Lilly, that’s how she’s been. She’s not built to just come out with it. She gets the feeling Dean isn’t either, so he’d probably just lie.
Veronica doesn’t like lies, either. She’s used to them, it’s kind of their business, but still. Lies from boyfriends are worse than lies from anyone else. She’s had enough of those to last a lifetime too.
There are times when it really bothers her, times like when she asks what exactly he does for a living and why he’s in Neptune and he gets quiet, or changes the subject, or kisses her to make her forget what she’d just asked. But there are other times when it doesn’t bother her so much, when she’s able to stow her curiosity for the time being. Like when he kisses her to make her forget what she’d just asked him.
Okay, so maybe she’s a complicated girl herself. Because a lot of the things that annoy her about Dean also attract her to him (she’s come to call that Logan-syndrome in the back of her mind). Would she find herself so drawn if he was an open book? Would he be worth the effort if he wasn’t a riddle wrapped in an enigma inside a hottie?
Maybe so. Maybe not. Maybe it couldn’t matter less.
Because, at this point, she’s invested. In the man himself, and in finding out what the man himself is hiding. He’s a puzzle she’s intent on figuring out. She’s never been one to pass up a challenge.
And here’s the thing about Dean Winchester. If he’s anything, he’s a challenge.