The Rare Posting of Fanfiction
Author: Lune Nightingale
Series: Crossover Castle/NCIS/Supernatural/Pscyh
Genre: Humor and Fluff
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. But I’d be happy to take any of those egotists home.
There’s Always Someone Else Worse Off
“Now. Cards on the table gentlemen, playing for keeps.” Richard Castle tossed the last round of cards to the four men around the circular table. Snapping the deck on the table in front of him, he collected the five in front of him. Fanning them out slowly, he watched each individual quietly, analyzing them. The part that made his lips curl slightly at the edges was that he was met with a somewhat similar gaze from the game participants.
“I’ll take three, my good man.” Castle’s gaze flicked to the man on his right as he tossed down three cards to the tabletop.
“Three Spencer? May as well throw in the whole hand.” Two more cards were tossed faced down before the second player cocked a brow and tapped his remaining cards against his chin. “Two for me, rich boy.”
Castle allowed himself a smirk as he dropped two cards of his own before setting the remainder face down and collected the deck. “I think you’re on to something, Mr. DiNozzo.” Snapping a lazy two finger salute to the man, he regarded the last player across from him. “How about you, Dean?”
“You know what? I think I’m good.” Dean rocked back in his chair, the piece of furniture teetering on the back two legs as the only occupant wearing jeans to the party sent them all a Cheshire cat grin. “Nothing like living on the edge, gentlemen.”
“Well, well… aren’t you the ballsy one.” DiNozzo grinned as he picked up the cards Castle tossed in front of him.
“Hasn’t anyone told you not to count your chickens before they’ve hatched, my friend?” Spencer joined in the ribbing as he slid his new cards into his hand. “So, good dealer, you’re the infamous Richard Castle are you not? I’d recognize that handsome face anywhere.”
“Wait, like the Castle?” The sudden perk of interest lit up Tony DiNozzo’s face as he shifted his cards and looked at the writer with intense interest. “Like… the Castle that wrote all of the Derrick Storm series and the ever so sensual Nikki Heat? Please tell me you’re going to write more.”
“I certainly didn’t pin you for the bookworm type, Tony.” Dean snickered under his breath as he tossed out his chips onto the table starting the bid. “That’s kinda lame.”
“I take it; you’ve not read any of his books then?” The attention shifted to Spencer as he casually threw out his matching bid. “Because you wouldn’t be knocking a gold mine if you had.”
“All right. I’ll bite. What kind of books do you write, Castle?” All eyes moved to the author as he moved the cards slowly in his hands in a studious manner before tossing out his chips.
“Wait, wait, wait…” Tony’s hand waved in front of Castle before he could answer and at the same time tossed in his bid. “Murder mystery wrapped up in a hot package of blood, sex, and violence. Any self-respecting person interested in the law would know this. But then…” Snapping his gaze to the younger in the leather jacket, he smirked. “You look like you’re more the type to walk on the other side of the law. Am I right?”
“Touché.” The younger man grinned to himself and tapped his cards against his chin. “So… Nikki Heat? That sounds like the name of a porn star.”
“She’s no porn star; more like a modern day Xena fighting the forces of evil.” Richard flashed the younger man a grin.
“So it’s true… you did fashion her after the ever so amazing, Detective Kate Beckett.” Shawn leaned forward, a few fingertips pressed to his temple. “I’m sensing… that she’s something special to you.”
Dean instantly burst into laughter. One hand moved to his mouth as he looked at the smaller player to his side and lifted a brow. “Dude, you’re no psychic. I’ve met psychics… you’re just…”
“Observant.” Tony offered as Shawn shifted in his seat.
“I can understand that you’re skeptical… it is something beyond the human…”
“Seriously. You’re not a psychic.” Dean leveled a gaze at him trying to make it clear that it the discussion was over.
“Yeah, can’t con a con artist, Spencer.” All eyes swept to Tony, but Castle couldn’t stop the chuckle in response. “Enough about that…” The agent grinned brightly as he turned his gaze back to the laughing writer. “Any ideas for the next book? First off… you have to have the perfect killer.”
“I have a few theories… there are many different ideas I’ve been playing with.” Richard shrugged lightly, as he leaned back in his chair. “I was thinking going the route of a rich tycoon being murdered after getting tied up with the wrong crowd.” Smirking, he knew he was talking to be talking, but this crowd… they proved amusing enough that even bullshitting something would be fun.
“Little cliché, don’t you think?” Shawn lifted a brow and tipped his head to the side as he regarded the writer. “And I fold.” Dropping his cards on the table, he crossed his arms on the table surface and leaned forward.
“Besides, we all know it was the wife already.”
“Man, stop being so predictable. People want excitement and something they don’t expect. Nothing like that adrenaline rush.” Dean rocked a little on the legs of his chair. “Everyone suspects the wife when a guy is killed… it’s like the dogma of corny CSI shows.”
“Hey! Don’t mess with the classics.” Tony shot back, but there was laughter in his blue eyes.
“No, I’m with leather and oil scented testosterone over there. He’s got a point. If you make it too predictable you’ll see right through it before you get to the second chapter.” Shawn pressed his fingertips together with a sinister smirk. “You have to go beyond the normal and dig beneath the surface.”
“Watch it, fake psychic boy… you’re losing your train of thought there.” The corners of Dean’s eyes crinkled with the intensity of his smile. “But he’s got the right idea.”
Castle tapped his cards to the table as he shook his head. “What you boys are talking about is like… Michael Crichton science fiction or Anne Rice fantasy horror.” Waving his hand in the air lightly, he grinned. “I like to keep it on the down low and close to reality, boys.”
“Reality is horribly overrated.” Dean’s quip brought about a few snickers before he shrugged his shoulders.
“No kidding. I like my job, but sometimes… have to go to the darker classics to get your kicks. A little bit of Dracula…” Tony curled one arm over his face as though he was holding a cape up and began the over exaggerated laugh from the old black and white films.
“Yeah… sorry if I don’t care for that movie. Granted it’s better than those sparkly vampires.” Dean shook his head. “Seriously, that woman must have been hitting some pretty good shit.”
“Now, now… we shouldn’t knock others in my profession. Writer’s should be respected.” Castle smiled, and leaned forward resting an elbow on the table with a grin. “The creative license is one that deserves…”
“Castle.” The sharp voice cut through their perfect atmosphere causing four sets of eyes to rise quickly to the statuesque female standing behind the writer. Her arms crossed over her chest and a perfect brow rose as Richard cringed, shoulders hunching forward. “I’ve been calling for the past hour.”
“Beckett! Hi!” Turning fluidly to face her, he smiled widely and placed one arm along the back of his chair. “I was just on my way… and well, I met these fine gentlemen while on an errand…”
“An errand to the bar?” The auburn haired woman angled her head and pressed her lips into a thin line.
“You’re Detective Beckett… It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Tony rose from his chair smiling as he offered her his hand. When she didn’t return the gesture, he straightened his tie nervously. “Right, I’m Tony Di-“
“DiNozzo!” In perfect tandem with the shout of his name, a man walked up behind him smacking him on the back of the head. “C’mon, let’s go.”
“Gibbs! Um, boss… hi…” Tony turned around instantly, his hands up and his voice going straight to apologetic without missing a beat.
“Can it, DiNozzo. Let’s go.” The man was already leaving the bar leaving a frantic DiNozzo to pick up his coat and hurry after him.
“Sorry guys… gotta call it quits. If you’re around again, we’ll try this another time!” With that he smiled at Beckett one more time before hurrying after the older man.
“Government man…” Dean smirked.
“Yes… forever under the ‘man’ and saying yes to whatever….” Shawn was cut off quickly as another person stormed into the bar. “I’m sorry gentlemen… but, this is where I make my exit.”
“SHAWN! I TOLD YOU TO STOP TAKING MY CREDIT CARD!” The African American ran up to the table as Shawn ducked behind Dean using him as a block.
“Gus… Guster… take it easy… We needed this vacation…”
“We needed you not to do something stupid. I’m not letting this go.” With that the man ducked around Dean, dodged the chair being tossed in his way and proceeded to chase Shawn out of the bar into the crowded streets of New York.
“Wow…” Dean stared after them a long moment before looking back at Castle and Beckett. The detective’s brow was furrowed as she stared at the door as it swung closed. “I see why they both seem keen on getting out of everyday life…”
“And you’re the one with all the freedom in the world, right James Dean?” Castle smirked lightly as he picked up the cards on the table.
Laughing at the gesture, the lady detective counteracted their amusement with a roll of her eyes as Dean answered. “Well… I wouldn’t say that entirely.”
Neither noticed the taller younger man as he walked up next to Beckett. Lifting her eyes up to him, she offered a small smile to which he nodded his head. “Excuse me I’m…”
“Sam?” Dean furrowed his brow as he heard the newcomer’s voice and soon grinned broadly. “Hey! Thought you went back to the room…” The laughter in his voice died away as Sam’s brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed. The muscle in his jaw tensed even as his lips pressed together in a thin line. Dean coughed lightly and rose from his seat. “Right… I was just closing up here…”
“Sure you were, Dean. Do you have any idea how big this city is?”
“Well… I have the general idea.”
“And how often have we come here?”
Dean suddenly laughed at the look on his brother face. “Did you get lost?”
“Dean. This is not funny.” Giving a long sigh, Dean rose to his feet while running a hand through his hair. Shaking his head, he moved to his brother and pat Sam on the shoulder.
“All right, we’ll go back.” Turning his head to look at Beckett and Castle, he lifted his other hand in a wave, the smile on her face slightly lopsided. “Sorry to cut this short, but I’ve got a brother to take care of. Detective Beckett...” Inclining his head to the woman still hovering behind Castle’s chair, he pushed his brother toward the door, the sound of low arguing drifting back to the last two people left at the table.
For a long moment, neither of them said a word until the woman finally took a step closer, brow rising as a smile touched her lips. “So, Castle. Learning to appreciate me yet?”
The famous author smiled softly as he tipped his head back to look up at her with a soft gaze. “You know, I learn to appreciate you more everyday, but that’s just a magic of Detective Kate Beckett. There is at least one good thing and one lamentable thing that came out of this evening…”
“Oh really?” Kate smiled and shifted one hand to rest on her hip as she sent him a curious look. “What’s that?”
“The good thing is… I just found amazing material for characters in my books…”
The laughter danced in her eyes as her perfect lips curled in amusement. “And the ‘lamentable’ thing?”
“I didn’t get to beat them out of all their money in poker. Seriously… I could have beaten them.”
“Castle… I don’t think you could have even beaten the amount of ego that was at this table… and I thought that would be utterly impossible only an hour ago.” The smirk grew as his jaw went slack. Reaching out, one fingertip pressed into his chin making him close his mouth. “Aw... don’t pout, Castle. You might break some poor girl’s heart. Come on… let’s get out of here.”
Grabbing his coat off the back of his chair, Castle was instantly on his feet smiling. “Lead on, Detective, I am always right behind you.”
Series: Crossover Castle/NCIS/Supernatural/Pscyh
Genre: Humor and Fluff
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. But I’d be happy to take any of those egotists home.
There’s Always Someone Else Worse Off
“Now. Cards on the table gentlemen, playing for keeps.” Richard Castle tossed the last round of cards to the four men around the circular table. Snapping the deck on the table in front of him, he collected the five in front of him. Fanning them out slowly, he watched each individual quietly, analyzing them. The part that made his lips curl slightly at the edges was that he was met with a somewhat similar gaze from the game participants.
“I’ll take three, my good man.” Castle’s gaze flicked to the man on his right as he tossed down three cards to the tabletop.
“Three Spencer? May as well throw in the whole hand.” Two more cards were tossed faced down before the second player cocked a brow and tapped his remaining cards against his chin. “Two for me, rich boy.”
Castle allowed himself a smirk as he dropped two cards of his own before setting the remainder face down and collected the deck. “I think you’re on to something, Mr. DiNozzo.” Snapping a lazy two finger salute to the man, he regarded the last player across from him. “How about you, Dean?”
“You know what? I think I’m good.” Dean rocked back in his chair, the piece of furniture teetering on the back two legs as the only occupant wearing jeans to the party sent them all a Cheshire cat grin. “Nothing like living on the edge, gentlemen.”
“Well, well… aren’t you the ballsy one.” DiNozzo grinned as he picked up the cards Castle tossed in front of him.
“Hasn’t anyone told you not to count your chickens before they’ve hatched, my friend?” Spencer joined in the ribbing as he slid his new cards into his hand. “So, good dealer, you’re the infamous Richard Castle are you not? I’d recognize that handsome face anywhere.”
“Wait, like the Castle?” The sudden perk of interest lit up Tony DiNozzo’s face as he shifted his cards and looked at the writer with intense interest. “Like… the Castle that wrote all of the Derrick Storm series and the ever so sensual Nikki Heat? Please tell me you’re going to write more.”
“I certainly didn’t pin you for the bookworm type, Tony.” Dean snickered under his breath as he tossed out his chips onto the table starting the bid. “That’s kinda lame.”
“I take it; you’ve not read any of his books then?” The attention shifted to Spencer as he casually threw out his matching bid. “Because you wouldn’t be knocking a gold mine if you had.”
“All right. I’ll bite. What kind of books do you write, Castle?” All eyes moved to the author as he moved the cards slowly in his hands in a studious manner before tossing out his chips.
“Wait, wait, wait…” Tony’s hand waved in front of Castle before he could answer and at the same time tossed in his bid. “Murder mystery wrapped up in a hot package of blood, sex, and violence. Any self-respecting person interested in the law would know this. But then…” Snapping his gaze to the younger in the leather jacket, he smirked. “You look like you’re more the type to walk on the other side of the law. Am I right?”
“Touché.” The younger man grinned to himself and tapped his cards against his chin. “So… Nikki Heat? That sounds like the name of a porn star.”
“She’s no porn star; more like a modern day Xena fighting the forces of evil.” Richard flashed the younger man a grin.
“So it’s true… you did fashion her after the ever so amazing, Detective Kate Beckett.” Shawn leaned forward, a few fingertips pressed to his temple. “I’m sensing… that she’s something special to you.”
Dean instantly burst into laughter. One hand moved to his mouth as he looked at the smaller player to his side and lifted a brow. “Dude, you’re no psychic. I’ve met psychics… you’re just…”
“Observant.” Tony offered as Shawn shifted in his seat.
“I can understand that you’re skeptical… it is something beyond the human…”
“Seriously. You’re not a psychic.” Dean leveled a gaze at him trying to make it clear that it the discussion was over.
“Yeah, can’t con a con artist, Spencer.” All eyes swept to Tony, but Castle couldn’t stop the chuckle in response. “Enough about that…” The agent grinned brightly as he turned his gaze back to the laughing writer. “Any ideas for the next book? First off… you have to have the perfect killer.”
“I have a few theories… there are many different ideas I’ve been playing with.” Richard shrugged lightly, as he leaned back in his chair. “I was thinking going the route of a rich tycoon being murdered after getting tied up with the wrong crowd.” Smirking, he knew he was talking to be talking, but this crowd… they proved amusing enough that even bullshitting something would be fun.
“Little cliché, don’t you think?” Shawn lifted a brow and tipped his head to the side as he regarded the writer. “And I fold.” Dropping his cards on the table, he crossed his arms on the table surface and leaned forward.
“Besides, we all know it was the wife already.”
“Man, stop being so predictable. People want excitement and something they don’t expect. Nothing like that adrenaline rush.” Dean rocked a little on the legs of his chair. “Everyone suspects the wife when a guy is killed… it’s like the dogma of corny CSI shows.”
“Hey! Don’t mess with the classics.” Tony shot back, but there was laughter in his blue eyes.
“No, I’m with leather and oil scented testosterone over there. He’s got a point. If you make it too predictable you’ll see right through it before you get to the second chapter.” Shawn pressed his fingertips together with a sinister smirk. “You have to go beyond the normal and dig beneath the surface.”
“Watch it, fake psychic boy… you’re losing your train of thought there.” The corners of Dean’s eyes crinkled with the intensity of his smile. “But he’s got the right idea.”
Castle tapped his cards to the table as he shook his head. “What you boys are talking about is like… Michael Crichton science fiction or Anne Rice fantasy horror.” Waving his hand in the air lightly, he grinned. “I like to keep it on the down low and close to reality, boys.”
“Reality is horribly overrated.” Dean’s quip brought about a few snickers before he shrugged his shoulders.
“No kidding. I like my job, but sometimes… have to go to the darker classics to get your kicks. A little bit of Dracula…” Tony curled one arm over his face as though he was holding a cape up and began the over exaggerated laugh from the old black and white films.
“Yeah… sorry if I don’t care for that movie. Granted it’s better than those sparkly vampires.” Dean shook his head. “Seriously, that woman must have been hitting some pretty good shit.”
“Now, now… we shouldn’t knock others in my profession. Writer’s should be respected.” Castle smiled, and leaned forward resting an elbow on the table with a grin. “The creative license is one that deserves…”
“Castle.” The sharp voice cut through their perfect atmosphere causing four sets of eyes to rise quickly to the statuesque female standing behind the writer. Her arms crossed over her chest and a perfect brow rose as Richard cringed, shoulders hunching forward. “I’ve been calling for the past hour.”
“Beckett! Hi!” Turning fluidly to face her, he smiled widely and placed one arm along the back of his chair. “I was just on my way… and well, I met these fine gentlemen while on an errand…”
“An errand to the bar?” The auburn haired woman angled her head and pressed her lips into a thin line.
“You’re Detective Beckett… It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Tony rose from his chair smiling as he offered her his hand. When she didn’t return the gesture, he straightened his tie nervously. “Right, I’m Tony Di-“
“DiNozzo!” In perfect tandem with the shout of his name, a man walked up behind him smacking him on the back of the head. “C’mon, let’s go.”
“Gibbs! Um, boss… hi…” Tony turned around instantly, his hands up and his voice going straight to apologetic without missing a beat.
“Can it, DiNozzo. Let’s go.” The man was already leaving the bar leaving a frantic DiNozzo to pick up his coat and hurry after him.
“Sorry guys… gotta call it quits. If you’re around again, we’ll try this another time!” With that he smiled at Beckett one more time before hurrying after the older man.
“Government man…” Dean smirked.
“Yes… forever under the ‘man’ and saying yes to whatever….” Shawn was cut off quickly as another person stormed into the bar. “I’m sorry gentlemen… but, this is where I make my exit.”
“SHAWN! I TOLD YOU TO STOP TAKING MY CREDIT CARD!” The African American ran up to the table as Shawn ducked behind Dean using him as a block.
“Gus… Guster… take it easy… We needed this vacation…”
“We needed you not to do something stupid. I’m not letting this go.” With that the man ducked around Dean, dodged the chair being tossed in his way and proceeded to chase Shawn out of the bar into the crowded streets of New York.
“Wow…” Dean stared after them a long moment before looking back at Castle and Beckett. The detective’s brow was furrowed as she stared at the door as it swung closed. “I see why they both seem keen on getting out of everyday life…”
“And you’re the one with all the freedom in the world, right James Dean?” Castle smirked lightly as he picked up the cards on the table.
Laughing at the gesture, the lady detective counteracted their amusement with a roll of her eyes as Dean answered. “Well… I wouldn’t say that entirely.”
Neither noticed the taller younger man as he walked up next to Beckett. Lifting her eyes up to him, she offered a small smile to which he nodded his head. “Excuse me I’m…”
“Sam?” Dean furrowed his brow as he heard the newcomer’s voice and soon grinned broadly. “Hey! Thought you went back to the room…” The laughter in his voice died away as Sam’s brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed. The muscle in his jaw tensed even as his lips pressed together in a thin line. Dean coughed lightly and rose from his seat. “Right… I was just closing up here…”
“Sure you were, Dean. Do you have any idea how big this city is?”
“Well… I have the general idea.”
“And how often have we come here?”
Dean suddenly laughed at the look on his brother face. “Did you get lost?”
“Dean. This is not funny.” Giving a long sigh, Dean rose to his feet while running a hand through his hair. Shaking his head, he moved to his brother and pat Sam on the shoulder.
“All right, we’ll go back.” Turning his head to look at Beckett and Castle, he lifted his other hand in a wave, the smile on her face slightly lopsided. “Sorry to cut this short, but I’ve got a brother to take care of. Detective Beckett...” Inclining his head to the woman still hovering behind Castle’s chair, he pushed his brother toward the door, the sound of low arguing drifting back to the last two people left at the table.
For a long moment, neither of them said a word until the woman finally took a step closer, brow rising as a smile touched her lips. “So, Castle. Learning to appreciate me yet?”
The famous author smiled softly as he tipped his head back to look up at her with a soft gaze. “You know, I learn to appreciate you more everyday, but that’s just a magic of Detective Kate Beckett. There is at least one good thing and one lamentable thing that came out of this evening…”
“Oh really?” Kate smiled and shifted one hand to rest on her hip as she sent him a curious look. “What’s that?”
“The good thing is… I just found amazing material for characters in my books…”
The laughter danced in her eyes as her perfect lips curled in amusement. “And the ‘lamentable’ thing?”
“I didn’t get to beat them out of all their money in poker. Seriously… I could have beaten them.”
“Castle… I don’t think you could have even beaten the amount of ego that was at this table… and I thought that would be utterly impossible only an hour ago.” The smirk grew as his jaw went slack. Reaching out, one fingertip pressed into his chin making him close his mouth. “Aw... don’t pout, Castle. You might break some poor girl’s heart. Come on… let’s get out of here.”
Grabbing his coat off the back of his chair, Castle was instantly on his feet smiling. “Lead on, Detective, I am always right behind you.”