Supernatural/Angel: The Curious Case of Some Guy... - Wes + the Winchester clan, Gen, PG
Title: The Curious Case of Some Guy Who Sat In On The Wrong Damned Poker Game
Author: nevcolleil
Rating: PG
Fandom(s): Supernatural/Angel
Character(s): Wesley Wyndam-Pryce + Connor Angel + Bobby Singer + the Winchester brothers
Summary: This is for my long-lost joss100 claim, crossing over Wes from Angel with the Supernatural universe. The events of The Curious Case of Dean Winchester, set in my Daddy!Wes universe.
My claim post is here.
Prompt #: 98: People's Choice
So, the day started off pretty cruddy.
They found Uncle Bobby, just to find out that he’d all but killed himself playing this stupid, high-stakes poker game with a witch.
Bobby’s hair had turned stark white. There were liver spots on his skin. His eyes had sunken further into his face and he looked so frail in his wheelchair; it was scary.
“Oh, Bobby,” Dad said, his shoulders slumping, and Connor had rarely seen him so dejected. That was even scarier.
The day got even worse from there.
Dean got it into his fool head that he was going to fix things. Like a lifetime of pool hall scams had prepared him to go head to head with an immortal magic-user. He came back to them looking sixty-five years old and having heart palpitations. Connor and Sam might have found this funny if those palpitations hadn’t been for real.
An hour later, while they all scrambled to come up with a solution, Dean had a stroke.
Dad went with them to the ER, but he turned and left the second the EMTs had Dean in their care.
“Dad, don’t-” Sam called after him.
“Wes!” Uncle Bobby yelled.
Connor just stood there, frozen. They’d been fighting- Seems like he’d been fighting all his life. And one little witch was going to take pretty much his entire family from him… in a night?
Connor didn’t even realize what he was thinking until Sam had noticed him thinking it. The next moment, Connor had his back to the wall of the hospital corridor they were standing in and Sam in his face.
“You are not going all kamikaze pilot on me, too. Stay here.”
The shine in Sam’s eyes stopped Connor from doing anything but nodding. It was the hardest thing he’d ever done, staying - waiting - while his father rushed off to sacrifice himself and his brother lay in a hospital bed, maybe dying.
But Connor stayed. After an hour, Dean’s condition stabilized. Sam stopped shaking. They still worried about Dad until Connor had mangled a hospital chair past recognition, Bobby had pissed off all of the nurses, and Sam had chewed his fingernails down to the quick.
But fifteen minutes later, Dean hopped out of his bed, good as new and looking twenty-nine years old again. Bobby’s hair returned to its natural shade; his skin cleared, his back straightened.
They all knew what this meant. Dad had played Patrick’s game… and he had won. Somehow.
Before the suspense could kill anybody, Dad returned. He met them in the lobby, just as they were about to set out to find him.
No one could speak as Dad stood before them. At least-
Connor thought it was Dad. Bobby was the first to speak.
“Wes?” he asked, in wonder.
The young man before them looked sheepish. His dark hair was cut the same way Dad cut his; he was wearing Dad’s clothes. Okay, he was wearing Dad’s face… except it was about twenty years younger than it should have been. He barely looked older than Dean.
“Um-” Maybe-Dad said.
“Dad?” Sam repeated, defying his geek!boy reputation.
“Boys… did I ever tell you that I play a mean game of poker when the occasion calls for it?” Dad asked, in lieu of responding. It was Dad’s voice, Dad’s accent.
“Holy shit!” slipped past Connor’s lips.
“Hey!” Uncle Bobby scolded, as Dad frowned and Dean slapped Connor upside the back of his head.
“Watch your mouth, hotshot. Dad’s back,” Dean said. And grinned.
[ end. ]
Author: nevcolleil
Rating: PG
Fandom(s): Supernatural/Angel
Character(s): Wesley Wyndam-Pryce + Connor Angel + Bobby Singer + the Winchester brothers
Summary: This is for my long-lost joss100 claim, crossing over Wes from Angel with the Supernatural universe. The events of The Curious Case of Dean Winchester, set in my Daddy!Wes universe.
My claim post is here.
Prompt #: 98: People's Choice
So, the day started off pretty cruddy.
They found Uncle Bobby, just to find out that he’d all but killed himself playing this stupid, high-stakes poker game with a witch.
Bobby’s hair had turned stark white. There were liver spots on his skin. His eyes had sunken further into his face and he looked so frail in his wheelchair; it was scary.
“Oh, Bobby,” Dad said, his shoulders slumping, and Connor had rarely seen him so dejected. That was even scarier.
The day got even worse from there.
Dean got it into his fool head that he was going to fix things. Like a lifetime of pool hall scams had prepared him to go head to head with an immortal magic-user. He came back to them looking sixty-five years old and having heart palpitations. Connor and Sam might have found this funny if those palpitations hadn’t been for real.
An hour later, while they all scrambled to come up with a solution, Dean had a stroke.
Dad went with them to the ER, but he turned and left the second the EMTs had Dean in their care.
“Dad, don’t-” Sam called after him.
“Wes!” Uncle Bobby yelled.
Connor just stood there, frozen. They’d been fighting- Seems like he’d been fighting all his life. And one little witch was going to take pretty much his entire family from him… in a night?
Connor didn’t even realize what he was thinking until Sam had noticed him thinking it. The next moment, Connor had his back to the wall of the hospital corridor they were standing in and Sam in his face.
“You are not going all kamikaze pilot on me, too. Stay here.”
The shine in Sam’s eyes stopped Connor from doing anything but nodding. It was the hardest thing he’d ever done, staying - waiting - while his father rushed off to sacrifice himself and his brother lay in a hospital bed, maybe dying.
But Connor stayed. After an hour, Dean’s condition stabilized. Sam stopped shaking. They still worried about Dad until Connor had mangled a hospital chair past recognition, Bobby had pissed off all of the nurses, and Sam had chewed his fingernails down to the quick.
But fifteen minutes later, Dean hopped out of his bed, good as new and looking twenty-nine years old again. Bobby’s hair returned to its natural shade; his skin cleared, his back straightened.
They all knew what this meant. Dad had played Patrick’s game… and he had won. Somehow.
Before the suspense could kill anybody, Dad returned. He met them in the lobby, just as they were about to set out to find him.
No one could speak as Dad stood before them. At least-
Connor thought it was Dad. Bobby was the first to speak.
“Wes?” he asked, in wonder.
The young man before them looked sheepish. His dark hair was cut the same way Dad cut his; he was wearing Dad’s clothes. Okay, he was wearing Dad’s face… except it was about twenty years younger than it should have been. He barely looked older than Dean.
“Um-” Maybe-Dad said.
“Dad?” Sam repeated, defying his geek!boy reputation.
“Boys… did I ever tell you that I play a mean game of poker when the occasion calls for it?” Dad asked, in lieu of responding. It was Dad’s voice, Dad’s accent.
“Holy shit!” slipped past Connor’s lips.
“Hey!” Uncle Bobby scolded, as Dad frowned and Dean slapped Connor upside the back of his head.
“Watch your mouth, hotshot. Dad’s back,” Dean said. And grinned.
[ end. ]