Dog Diner Afternoon (Spn/GG)
Okay this has been sitting on my hard drive for a while so here goes because honestly it goes up now or I'm deleting it.
Yes it my usual crossover thing - takes place in season three of Supernatural so Dean is on the count down to going to hell and after the end of Gilmore girls so Rory is just off the campaign trail (not that that part is important to the plot, just an idea to where she is)
The cool Connecticut air breezed past him as he got out of the car; it had been so long since he had been there, so long since he had stepped inside his parents' home, actually seeing them face to face rather than a quick call to tell them he was still alive.
He took a breath and took a step forward, hoping that this would go well, that Clara would be there, that once his parents got over the shock and anger of him not being in touch for the past few months that they would be happy to see him or at least understand why he hadn't called, even though he couldn't really tell them the whole truth.
And he prayed he could do all of that and get back before the shit hit the fan.
"So Stars Hollow, do we have to go?" Dean Winchester asked.
Sam turned to his brother. "Yes, you promised."
Dean grumbled, "Stupid moron. When we get there, I reserve the right to be very unhappy."
"More than you are now?"
"This is your fault."
"How is this my fault? I didn't ask for it," Sam replied.
"Well, it sure as hell is not mine."
"Can we just get there?" Sam asked although all that it garnered was silence. "Dean?"
"All right, I promise to play nice," Dean said as the Impala drove down the impeccably-manicured drive pulling into the inn, "And don't they have any motels in this town?"
Sam shrugged. "Maybe you can ask them."
"Jerk," Dean said as he got out the car.
Michel looked in disgust as the leather-jacketed man entered the Dragonfly Inn and stood, looking around the place.
"Can I help you?"
Dean turned. "Sure, is this the only place in town?"
"Excuse me?" Michel asked.
"You know, are there any other motels or anything?"
"Why are you asking this?" Michel asked. "Do we fail to meet your obviously high standards?"
Dean stood in silence for a second. Not only was he being turned into an errand boy but he already hated this town. "A room please."
"How many nights?"
"One, hopefully."
"Single?" Michel asked looking at the computer.
Dean shook his head as he looked through his wallet for a credit card. "Two queens if you don't mind."
"Certainly," Michel said, taking the details and handing over the room key. "Anything I else I can do for you, turn down service, wake up call?"
"No thanks, I'm good,” Dean said with a shake of his head before thinking for a moment. “Actually do you do room service?”
Michael nodded. “We can arrange something if you don’t wish to be disturbed.”
“Yeah, that would be great,” Dean replied before he turned to leave, just as Sam came in with the bags.
Michel looked on as they left. "Two queens?" he muttered as he picked up the phone.
Yes it my usual crossover thing - takes place in season three of Supernatural so Dean is on the count down to going to hell and after the end of Gilmore girls so Rory is just off the campaign trail (not that that part is important to the plot, just an idea to where she is)
The cool Connecticut air breezed past him as he got out of the car; it had been so long since he had been there, so long since he had stepped inside his parents' home, actually seeing them face to face rather than a quick call to tell them he was still alive.
He took a breath and took a step forward, hoping that this would go well, that Clara would be there, that once his parents got over the shock and anger of him not being in touch for the past few months that they would be happy to see him or at least understand why he hadn't called, even though he couldn't really tell them the whole truth.
And he prayed he could do all of that and get back before the shit hit the fan.
"So Stars Hollow, do we have to go?" Dean Winchester asked.
Sam turned to his brother. "Yes, you promised."
Dean grumbled, "Stupid moron. When we get there, I reserve the right to be very unhappy."
"More than you are now?"
"This is your fault."
"How is this my fault? I didn't ask for it," Sam replied.
"Well, it sure as hell is not mine."
"Can we just get there?" Sam asked although all that it garnered was silence. "Dean?"
"All right, I promise to play nice," Dean said as the Impala drove down the impeccably-manicured drive pulling into the inn, "And don't they have any motels in this town?"
Sam shrugged. "Maybe you can ask them."
"Jerk," Dean said as he got out the car.
Michel looked in disgust as the leather-jacketed man entered the Dragonfly Inn and stood, looking around the place.
"Can I help you?"
Dean turned. "Sure, is this the only place in town?"
"Excuse me?" Michel asked.
"You know, are there any other motels or anything?"
"Why are you asking this?" Michel asked. "Do we fail to meet your obviously high standards?"
Dean stood in silence for a second. Not only was he being turned into an errand boy but he already hated this town. "A room please."
"How many nights?"
"One, hopefully."
"Single?" Michel asked looking at the computer.
Dean shook his head as he looked through his wallet for a credit card. "Two queens if you don't mind."
"Certainly," Michel said, taking the details and handing over the room key. "Anything I else I can do for you, turn down service, wake up call?"
"No thanks, I'm good,” Dean said with a shake of his head before thinking for a moment. “Actually do you do room service?”
Michael nodded. “We can arrange something if you don’t wish to be disturbed.”
“Yeah, that would be great,” Dean replied before he turned to leave, just as Sam came in with the bags.
Michel looked on as they left. "Two queens?" he muttered as he picked up the phone.