Fic: Don't tell mom, the babysitter's a fed (1/3)
Fic: Don't tell mom, the babysitter's a fed (1/3)
Series: Chance Winchesterverse
Summary: Agent Hendrickson has finally tracked down Dean. He didn't bargan on Chance.
Author: pen37
Beta: clarksmuse
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Agent Hendrickson, Chloe, Chance, Dean
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: g
Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3
Agent Hendrickson looked up at the garage with a flutter of anticipation. It hadn't been hard to convince the Bureau to fund this little fact finding mission. And now he had proof - in a large, bright font that was painted right over the garage.
Dean Winchester was not only at large. He was - apparently replacing alternators in Nowheresville, Kansas.
With a wife and child, if his intel was anything to go by.
So now, he was going to go flash his badge at the little wifey and find out how much she knew. With any luck, she'd be so rattled as to let him past the door for a quick look-see around the house. Something that he could put on a search warrant later.
Just as he raised his fist to knock on the door, she burst through the entrance. He had the briefest impression of a dark suit, blonde hair and a briefcase as she brushed by him.
“Thank God you're here. The money's on the kitchen cabinet. Feel free to use the cable and order a pizza when you get hungry.”
“But --” Hendrickson dug for his badge, but the blonde seemed too distracted to pay attention.
“Chance goes to bed at 9 o'clock sharp. Don't let him try to convince you otherwise. He's good at that. I have no idea where he gets it from.”
“But --”
“My dad will be here by 10 to relieve you. I'd like to stay. But I've got to go deal with Mxyzptlk. ”
While muttering about frequency jammers, she turned and fled down the stairs to her parked car.
Feeling shell shocked, and a little bit like something was off, Hendrickson reached for his phone. He thumbed his partner's number, and lifted the receiver to his ear.
“Reed?”
“How'd it go?” Reed asked.
“I think I've been mistaken for the babysitter.”
“How'd that happen?” Reed sounded incredulous. “I mean, no offense. You don't exactly exude warm and cuddly.”
“No idea,” Hendrickson said thoughtfully. “You have any idea what a Mxyzptlk is?”
“None. Is it important?”
“Maybe,” Hendrickson hesitated.
“So what are you going to do?”
“I'm going to put the kid to bed, order a pizza, and have a look around.”
“Call if you need me. Or, you know, you find a severed head or something.”
“Oh, ha ha.” Hendrickson thumbed off the phone and tucked it into his pocket. Just then, he had the feeling of being watched - from a height of about four feet. He turned to see a shorter version of Dean Winchester staring at him with large green eyes.
“You're not the regular babysitter,” the kid observed.
“No,” Hendrickson said. “I'm not.”
“Wanna watch ThunderCats with me?” the kid asked.
Hendrickson shrugged. Why not. If he could tire the kid out faster, it would be easier to poke around later.