RPS/Supernatural crossover [Dean Winchester/Christian Kane]
So another lock time ago in that meme far far away peonyll8 asked for a Dean/Chris, at least I think this is the kind of Dean/Chris she asked for. I am not actually sure what this is, I do know that my brain vomited it up at me at work today, it was in my head and now it's not. I guess I sorta like it, but I am not sure if it's anything other than weird.
Title: Here's a whole lot of nothin' for ya...
Author: Selena
Pairings/Characters: Dean Winchester/Christian Kane, special appearance by Steve Carlson
Rating: PG-16
Word Count: 1, 111
Summary: Sometimes, Dean Winchester is nothing but an old war story
Notes/Warnings: Un beta'd all mistakes are mine and fully own up to them, RPS crossover, weird POV
Disclaimer: I know nothing, I see nothing, I own nothing.
Here’s a whole lot of nothin’ for ya…
There was this kid once. This kids story is the kind that you drag out at the back end of a party, after the booze has hit you a little too hard and you’re feeling the lazy pull of the weed you’ve spent all night smoking. His is the kind of story told once the night has started its fast slide into morning and you’re chillin’ with your friends, swapping war stories about bar fights, life on the road and the groupies that throw themselves at you. Talking and bragging about the hard, quick fucks in a back alley when you’re living on nothing but adrenalin and nicotine. The people you meet on the way and how sometimes, sometimes when the lights go down and the crowd starts screaming at you, sometimes there is no other place you would rather be then right there and right then.
So there was this kid once, and Steve knows what I’m gonna say ‘cuz he was there that night. We were in bum fuck East Texas.
“You can’t remember where can you?”
“Fuck you, not like it was a stop on the tour.”
It was just some down time, some hole in the wall place where we could have a quiet drink.
“Yeah right.”
“Shut the hell up.”
A place where we could take a break from the rat race that was the road. Ended up strumming out a make shift set anyway, all ‘cuz Steve here can’t say no when a girl smiles pretty and bats her eyes.
Anyway, it’s on its way to getting really late when this kid walks in. He just strolls in with all the bow-legged arrogance of a real cowboy; he might not have been rustling cattle or drinking it up in some saloon with a whore on each knee, but he had something.
“I’ll say you thought he had something, damn near dropped your guitar when you saw him.”
“I did not.”
“Man, you were cock whipped from the get go.”
Whatever. This kid, and I ain’t really got a right to call him that, he can’t have been more than a few years younger than me. He had this beat down, weary look, like the world just kept kicking him when he was down and then the universe went and killed his dog and burned down his house. You know, that look. And his eyes, man, his eyes, they looked right through you like he could see exactly what you were made of. Old soul, my Daddy would have called him. Son, that boy is an old soul. But that face, kid looked like some kind of angel. Took real offence when I told him that, like I told him though, you can’t fight genetics. That too prettiness he had made him seem younger than he should be.
So this kid, man - aww fuck it - this boy, walks in and orders a drink, he turns round, leans back against the bar and cases the joint. Now to the casual observer…
“And there was nothing casual about your observing.”
“Bitch, I’m gonna belt you if you don’t stop interrupting.”
As I was saying, to the casual observer, it might have looked like he was eyeing the local talent. Which, wouldn’t have taken long, there was a whole lot of local, not much in the way of talent.
“Barmaid was hot.”
“Hot for you too.”
“Ohhh don’t I know it.”
“Yeah, and you best still be prayin’ that she was legal.”
He picked a good spot to look things over, had hunters instincts that one. Where he was standing he had to have been able to see the whole bar, not that there was a whole lot of bar to be seen. To anyone who was paying attention this boy looked like he was checking out the competition. Looking back now it was obvious that the kid was just looking for a fight, and he started it by hustling pool.
“And I just bet you wish he was hustling somethin’ else….ow!”
Not like he to try hard to con those guys out of their money, boy distracted ‘em just by bending over the table. Course, these locals didn’t much like some pretty boy stranger taking them for all they were worth, which couldn’t have been much. And these guys, they were big, couple of them had to be twice my size - Carlson, not one word. This kid, at first he just stands there and takes a beating, takes it ‘till he’s spitting blood, but he won’t quit with his shit eating grin and it’s pissing these guys off. Eventually, and I figure that he was just getting bored, kid starts dishing it back. One punch, one punch and this huge son of a bitch goes down.
“You’re such a fan boy, Kane.”
“Ahh, you’re just all bitter that the barmaid you dicked was more man than you.”
Suddenly the bar goes real quiet, pin drop quiet. The way it does when all hell’s gonna break loose.
“And then all hell broke loose.”
“Hey I was just getting to that part.”
The kid’s standing there and he’s still smiling, he looks down at the guy on the floor and says:
“That all you got?”
And that’s when all hell broke loose, and then you can’t see the kid for the mess of bodies that just piles on him. He goes down swinging but he gets back up swinging harder.
“Kid was holding his own too, you just jumped in ‘cuz you don’t like being left out of a good fight.”
“And what was your excuse?”
“I was tryin’ to stop you getting your head taken off by that guy with the pool cue.”
After, kid introduced himself as Dean Tanner, that name slipped off his tongue with the ease of a practiced lie. But whatever, we all got our secrets. That was about a year ago; never saw the kid - Dean - after that.
“So you’re just gonna gloss over you getting your dick sucked and then disappearing into that sweet ass car of his for an hour?”
“Real gentlemen don’t fuck and tell.”
“Bull and shit.”
Like I said, never saw him again after that. Kept hoping I would, that I’d bump into him again, maybe in some back water town a mile away from nowhere. Don’t think I ever will though. Boy seemed to understand the road like he’d been married to it his whole life, I don’t think there’s anything that could take him away from it.
I do wonder what he’s doing now though, I do wonder.
FIN
Title: Here's a whole lot of nothin' for ya...
Author: Selena
Pairings/Characters: Dean Winchester/Christian Kane, special appearance by Steve Carlson
Rating: PG-16
Word Count: 1, 111
Summary: Sometimes, Dean Winchester is nothing but an old war story
Notes/Warnings: Un beta'd all mistakes are mine and fully own up to them, RPS crossover, weird POV
Disclaimer: I know nothing, I see nothing, I own nothing.
Here’s a whole lot of nothin’ for ya…
There was this kid once. This kids story is the kind that you drag out at the back end of a party, after the booze has hit you a little too hard and you’re feeling the lazy pull of the weed you’ve spent all night smoking. His is the kind of story told once the night has started its fast slide into morning and you’re chillin’ with your friends, swapping war stories about bar fights, life on the road and the groupies that throw themselves at you. Talking and bragging about the hard, quick fucks in a back alley when you’re living on nothing but adrenalin and nicotine. The people you meet on the way and how sometimes, sometimes when the lights go down and the crowd starts screaming at you, sometimes there is no other place you would rather be then right there and right then.
So there was this kid once, and Steve knows what I’m gonna say ‘cuz he was there that night. We were in bum fuck East Texas.
“You can’t remember where can you?”
“Fuck you, not like it was a stop on the tour.”
It was just some down time, some hole in the wall place where we could have a quiet drink.
“Yeah right.”
“Shut the hell up.”
A place where we could take a break from the rat race that was the road. Ended up strumming out a make shift set anyway, all ‘cuz Steve here can’t say no when a girl smiles pretty and bats her eyes.
Anyway, it’s on its way to getting really late when this kid walks in. He just strolls in with all the bow-legged arrogance of a real cowboy; he might not have been rustling cattle or drinking it up in some saloon with a whore on each knee, but he had something.
“I’ll say you thought he had something, damn near dropped your guitar when you saw him.”
“I did not.”
“Man, you were cock whipped from the get go.”
Whatever. This kid, and I ain’t really got a right to call him that, he can’t have been more than a few years younger than me. He had this beat down, weary look, like the world just kept kicking him when he was down and then the universe went and killed his dog and burned down his house. You know, that look. And his eyes, man, his eyes, they looked right through you like he could see exactly what you were made of. Old soul, my Daddy would have called him. Son, that boy is an old soul. But that face, kid looked like some kind of angel. Took real offence when I told him that, like I told him though, you can’t fight genetics. That too prettiness he had made him seem younger than he should be.
So this kid, man - aww fuck it - this boy, walks in and orders a drink, he turns round, leans back against the bar and cases the joint. Now to the casual observer…
“And there was nothing casual about your observing.”
“Bitch, I’m gonna belt you if you don’t stop interrupting.”
As I was saying, to the casual observer, it might have looked like he was eyeing the local talent. Which, wouldn’t have taken long, there was a whole lot of local, not much in the way of talent.
“Barmaid was hot.”
“Hot for you too.”
“Ohhh don’t I know it.”
“Yeah, and you best still be prayin’ that she was legal.”
He picked a good spot to look things over, had hunters instincts that one. Where he was standing he had to have been able to see the whole bar, not that there was a whole lot of bar to be seen. To anyone who was paying attention this boy looked like he was checking out the competition. Looking back now it was obvious that the kid was just looking for a fight, and he started it by hustling pool.
“And I just bet you wish he was hustling somethin’ else….ow!”
Not like he to try hard to con those guys out of their money, boy distracted ‘em just by bending over the table. Course, these locals didn’t much like some pretty boy stranger taking them for all they were worth, which couldn’t have been much. And these guys, they were big, couple of them had to be twice my size - Carlson, not one word. This kid, at first he just stands there and takes a beating, takes it ‘till he’s spitting blood, but he won’t quit with his shit eating grin and it’s pissing these guys off. Eventually, and I figure that he was just getting bored, kid starts dishing it back. One punch, one punch and this huge son of a bitch goes down.
“You’re such a fan boy, Kane.”
“Ahh, you’re just all bitter that the barmaid you dicked was more man than you.”
Suddenly the bar goes real quiet, pin drop quiet. The way it does when all hell’s gonna break loose.
“And then all hell broke loose.”
“Hey I was just getting to that part.”
The kid’s standing there and he’s still smiling, he looks down at the guy on the floor and says:
“That all you got?”
And that’s when all hell broke loose, and then you can’t see the kid for the mess of bodies that just piles on him. He goes down swinging but he gets back up swinging harder.
“Kid was holding his own too, you just jumped in ‘cuz you don’t like being left out of a good fight.”
“And what was your excuse?”
“I was tryin’ to stop you getting your head taken off by that guy with the pool cue.”
After, kid introduced himself as Dean Tanner, that name slipped off his tongue with the ease of a practiced lie. But whatever, we all got our secrets. That was about a year ago; never saw the kid - Dean - after that.
“So you’re just gonna gloss over you getting your dick sucked and then disappearing into that sweet ass car of his for an hour?”
“Real gentlemen don’t fuck and tell.”
“Bull and shit.”
Like I said, never saw him again after that. Kept hoping I would, that I’d bump into him again, maybe in some back water town a mile away from nowhere. Don’t think I ever will though. Boy seemed to understand the road like he’d been married to it his whole life, I don’t think there’s anything that could take him away from it.
I do wonder what he’s doing now though, I do wonder.
FIN