fic: Why Winchesters Dont' Do "Take Your Kid To Work Day." (a Chance Winchesterverse Story)
Happy halloween everybody! Vampire Pumpkins, Ahoy!
Fic: Why Winchesters Don't Do "Take Your Kid to Work Day."
Series: Chance Winchesterverse
Summary: Dean's Job? Not so glamorous.
Author: pen37
Beta: Clarksmuse
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural/DCU
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: Pg
The rest of the Chance stories can be found here.
Submitted for the Crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #49 club. The table is here.
Also Week #16 of the firstline_fic community. Prompt: "there is nothng more terrible than the sound of a dream shattering into a thousand pieces."
There is nothing more terrible than the sound of a dream shattering into a thousand pieces.
Unless it's the sound of a pumpkin shattering into a thousand pieces. Particularly if said gourd happens to be of the vampiric variety.
“Stupid pumpkins,” Chance muttered as he pulped one with his Louisville Slugger. “Stupid Halloween.”
One would think that having a mom who was like a 911 dispatcher for the Justice League meant that she'd occasionally let him work an interesting hunt.
Instead, he and Dad were out in the pumpkin patch, mowing down cannibalistic gourds. Which just goes to show that Mom either had a sense of humor, or just wanted them to be safe.
He hadn't believed it when Mom gave them the case. All she really had to go on was the disappearance of farmer Jones, a obscure Roma legend about vampire fruit, and the old meteor rock theory.
Less theory, more law these days.
Dad paused to wipe pumpkin guts from his forehead. “From now on, we don't work cases this time of year.”
Chance nodded in agreement. “Days like this make me think about taking Kara up on her offer to be Watchtower for the Justice Society.”
“Seriously?” Dean paused mid-swing to look at him.
“Would that bother you?” Chance asked.
“What? The fact that you're stopping evil villains from the safety of a headquarters rather than stopping evil monsters while they try to take your head off?” Dean said as he stopped to lean on his bat.
“Mom can't seem to get through a mission without trashing out her car.”
“Yeah, but your mom can't seem to keep her happy ass back at headquarters,” Dean frowned. “That's a tip, by the way. Your cousin Kara is a little smarter than her dad. She dosen't need you to chase her down to pull the freaky green rocks off of her.”
“I always thought that hunting would be more exciting than what mom does,” Chance said.
Dean snorted at that. “I know it sounds like Succubae and Crossroads demons every day. But the job isn't that glamorous.”
A gnawing sound at ankle-height made him look down - only to see that a butternut squash had latched onto his favorite sneakers. He lifted a foot and stared at it. Then he shifted his gaze to his dad, and raised his eyebrow.
“You don't say,” he said as he brought his foot down hard and shattered the gourd.
Fic: Why Winchesters Don't Do "Take Your Kid to Work Day."
Series: Chance Winchesterverse
Summary: Dean's Job? Not so glamorous.
Author: pen37
Beta: Clarksmuse
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural/DCU
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: Pg
The rest of the Chance stories can be found here.
Submitted for the Crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #49 club. The table is here.
Also Week #16 of the firstline_fic community. Prompt: "there is nothng more terrible than the sound of a dream shattering into a thousand pieces."
There is nothing more terrible than the sound of a dream shattering into a thousand pieces.
Unless it's the sound of a pumpkin shattering into a thousand pieces. Particularly if said gourd happens to be of the vampiric variety.
“Stupid pumpkins,” Chance muttered as he pulped one with his Louisville Slugger. “Stupid Halloween.”
One would think that having a mom who was like a 911 dispatcher for the Justice League meant that she'd occasionally let him work an interesting hunt.
Instead, he and Dad were out in the pumpkin patch, mowing down cannibalistic gourds. Which just goes to show that Mom either had a sense of humor, or just wanted them to be safe.
He hadn't believed it when Mom gave them the case. All she really had to go on was the disappearance of farmer Jones, a obscure Roma legend about vampire fruit, and the old meteor rock theory.
Less theory, more law these days.
Dad paused to wipe pumpkin guts from his forehead. “From now on, we don't work cases this time of year.”
Chance nodded in agreement. “Days like this make me think about taking Kara up on her offer to be Watchtower for the Justice Society.”
“Seriously?” Dean paused mid-swing to look at him.
“Would that bother you?” Chance asked.
“What? The fact that you're stopping evil villains from the safety of a headquarters rather than stopping evil monsters while they try to take your head off?” Dean said as he stopped to lean on his bat.
“Mom can't seem to get through a mission without trashing out her car.”
“Yeah, but your mom can't seem to keep her happy ass back at headquarters,” Dean frowned. “That's a tip, by the way. Your cousin Kara is a little smarter than her dad. She dosen't need you to chase her down to pull the freaky green rocks off of her.”
“I always thought that hunting would be more exciting than what mom does,” Chance said.
Dean snorted at that. “I know it sounds like Succubae and Crossroads demons every day. But the job isn't that glamorous.”
A gnawing sound at ankle-height made him look down - only to see that a butternut squash had latched onto his favorite sneakers. He lifted a foot and stared at it. Then he shifted his gaze to his dad, and raised his eyebrow.
“You don't say,” he said as he brought his foot down hard and shattered the gourd.