FIC: Full on Swayze: Chapter 3/? (BtVS/SPN)
Summary: The continuing adventures of Spirit!Dean and his new ride.
Title: Full On Swayze Part 3
Author: Saturn
Rating:FR15
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Buffy. No money being made.
Setting: In My Time of Dying
Cross posted to Twisting the Hellmouth, Supernaturally Twisted, spn_twisted, spn_btvs, sn_crossovers & a few other places.
And why aren't you posting your SN crossovers to Supernaturally Twisted?
Part One | Part Two
Dean watched the demon walk away in his body. He clenched his fists and turned to Sam. "We have to get that son of a bitch! He's in my freakin' body."
"We will," Sam said without taking his eyes from the retreating back of the thing pretending to be his brother. "We're going to need Bobby's help on this." Sam paused. "And there's still Dad."
Sam glanced at Dean out of the corner of his eye again. It was hard to believe the young woman in the ill fitting sweat pants and t-shirt was his brother. Which was such an odd thing to think. They had been driving for over an hour in total silence. Neither had had much to say since they had finished taking care of Dad's remains.
Eyes firmly back on the road Sam finally broke the silence. “So what's in the envelope?”
“About two thousand dollars in cash, a knife, 'my' California driver's license and a video tape,” Dean said with special emphasis on the word my. “And can I just ask something? Why are we in a Kia? They had to have had something better.”
“Hey! It was all they had at the rental place and we didn't exactly have time to be picky! Apparently it was the same method you used to buy your clothes at that thrift store.”
Dean looked offended at the mention of his clothes. “I don't know what you're talking about,” Dean said as he plucked some non-existent wrinkles out of his black t-shirt. “What's wrong with the Sturgis Bike Rally? You got something against being 'Wild & Free'?” he said as he pointed to the words on the front of the shirt.
Sam let his mouth curl into a hint of a smile before quickly looking serious again. “Nothing wrong with being wild and free. Especially for, you know....road divas,” he said as he grinned broadly.
“What are you talking about?” Dean looked at the shirt again only seeing the rose colored like an American flag and the words: 'Wild & Free, 65th Annual Black Hills Rally, Sturgis 05'.
“I'm guessing you didn't look at the back of the shirt where it says 'Road Diva' and 'It's all in the curves',” Sam said.
“Shut up.” Dean turned away from his chuckling brother. “At least I didn't rent a Kia.”
Sam shook his head at Dean's lame comeback. Noticing the sign he was looking for Sam pulled off the main road and turned down the long dirt road that would take them to Bobby's place.
Sam pulled the car up to the front of Bobby's house and put the car in park. "I want you to wait outside until I can go in and explain things."
Dean stared out of the window, refusing to look at Sam as he spoke. "Do you think he'll believe it? I'm still having trouble with the whole thing."
"I'm sure he's seen stranger."
"We ought to be tracking down the demon that hijacked my body. Every minute we waste here is another that it's getting farther away."
Sam didn't respond as he opened the door and got out. Dean opened his door and got out as well. He slammed the door shut and leaned against the hood of the car.
Sam went up the steps and paused before opening the door. "Alright. Wait here while I talk to Bobby"
Dean watched Sam go in. He made his way slowly to the porch and sat down on the steps. Across the packed earth yard sat the wrecked Impala. Dean stared at it blankly until he heard the sound of the screen door slam shut behind him. He turned to see Sam standing there.
"He's ready."
Dean stood. "Let's do this." He followed Sam back through the door until they met Bobby in the kitchen.
Bobby sat at the kitchen table and stared at Dean. He turned to Sam. "This better not be some kind of joke."
Dean smirked at Bobby. "Sammy here wanted a chance with the ladies so he had to take me out of the game first."
Sam shot him a dirty look but looked relieved to hear a little of the old Dean. "So, wait...you're finally done being emo now?"
"I don't want to take away the only thing you're good at little brother."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
Bobby interrupted. "Are you two done?"
Dean and Sam smiled and after a second turned their attention to Bobby again. He gestured to Dean. "Sit down."
Dean pulled out a chair and sat down at the battered wooden table.
Bobby slid a shot glass across the table to him. "Holy water."
Dean eyed the shot glass. 'Hope this doesn't hurt like a bitch', he thought as he picked up the glass and downed the holy water in one gulp. He slammed the empty glass down on the table.
Bobby let out a sigh of relief. "At least it's not a demonic possession. I've never heard of anything like this. How the hell did you get yourself into this, Dean?"
"Ghost," Dean said.
"There was a ghost?" Bobby asked, confused.
"No. The movie 'Ghost'. You know the one with Demi Moore? I tried to do that thing Patrick Swayze did where he possessed Whoopi Goldberg. And it worked."
Sam walked across the kitchen so he could look Dean in the face. "Hold on a minute. You tried to possess somebody because you saw it in a movie? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"
"Well it worked didn't it?!"
Sam glared at Dean before crossing his arms and shaking his head.
"We're going to have to do some research on this. All I know about spirit possession is that it generally doesn't last long. In fact it usually doesn't last longer than an hour or two," Bobby said. "So don't make any plans. I don't want you out on a hunt or something and suddenly you get booted out of this girl's body."
Bobby got up from the table. "I've got some calls to make. Why don't you two see what you can find in the books." Bobby left the pair in the kitchen.
Sam tried to concentrate on the books in front of him. “Dean, you've been pacing for the past 20 minutes. If you're not going to help me research this can you at least hold still?” Sam said in exasperation.
Dean stopped mid pace. “I don't know man. It's like I can't stop moving. I feel like I need to do something.” Dean started clenching his fists and then with a guilty look crossed his arms. “I think I'm going to go outside and get some fresh air or something. Let me know if you find anything.”
Once outside Dean stopped on the porch and looked first at the rented Kia they'd come in and then at the wrecked Impala. “We're going to have to get you back on the road baby,” he said under his breath. Dean moved off the porch and made his way over to the Impala. He set his hand on the trunk and slowly walked around to the front, lovingly trailing his hand along the car's body.
“Sam was right. It is all in the curves.”
Title: Full On Swayze Part 3
Author: Saturn
Rating:FR15
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Buffy. No money being made.
Setting: In My Time of Dying
Cross posted to Twisting the Hellmouth, Supernaturally Twisted, spn_twisted, spn_btvs, sn_crossovers & a few other places.
And why aren't you posting your SN crossovers to Supernaturally Twisted?
Part One | Part Two
Dean watched the demon walk away in his body. He clenched his fists and turned to Sam. "We have to get that son of a bitch! He's in my freakin' body."
"We will," Sam said without taking his eyes from the retreating back of the thing pretending to be his brother. "We're going to need Bobby's help on this." Sam paused. "And there's still Dad."
Sam glanced at Dean out of the corner of his eye again. It was hard to believe the young woman in the ill fitting sweat pants and t-shirt was his brother. Which was such an odd thing to think. They had been driving for over an hour in total silence. Neither had had much to say since they had finished taking care of Dad's remains.
Eyes firmly back on the road Sam finally broke the silence. “So what's in the envelope?”
“About two thousand dollars in cash, a knife, 'my' California driver's license and a video tape,” Dean said with special emphasis on the word my. “And can I just ask something? Why are we in a Kia? They had to have had something better.”
“Hey! It was all they had at the rental place and we didn't exactly have time to be picky! Apparently it was the same method you used to buy your clothes at that thrift store.”
Dean looked offended at the mention of his clothes. “I don't know what you're talking about,” Dean said as he plucked some non-existent wrinkles out of his black t-shirt. “What's wrong with the Sturgis Bike Rally? You got something against being 'Wild & Free'?” he said as he pointed to the words on the front of the shirt.
Sam let his mouth curl into a hint of a smile before quickly looking serious again. “Nothing wrong with being wild and free. Especially for, you know....road divas,” he said as he grinned broadly.
“What are you talking about?” Dean looked at the shirt again only seeing the rose colored like an American flag and the words: 'Wild & Free, 65th Annual Black Hills Rally, Sturgis 05'.
“I'm guessing you didn't look at the back of the shirt where it says 'Road Diva' and 'It's all in the curves',” Sam said.
“Shut up.” Dean turned away from his chuckling brother. “At least I didn't rent a Kia.”
Sam shook his head at Dean's lame comeback. Noticing the sign he was looking for Sam pulled off the main road and turned down the long dirt road that would take them to Bobby's place.
Sam pulled the car up to the front of Bobby's house and put the car in park. "I want you to wait outside until I can go in and explain things."
Dean stared out of the window, refusing to look at Sam as he spoke. "Do you think he'll believe it? I'm still having trouble with the whole thing."
"I'm sure he's seen stranger."
"We ought to be tracking down the demon that hijacked my body. Every minute we waste here is another that it's getting farther away."
Sam didn't respond as he opened the door and got out. Dean opened his door and got out as well. He slammed the door shut and leaned against the hood of the car.
Sam went up the steps and paused before opening the door. "Alright. Wait here while I talk to Bobby"
Dean watched Sam go in. He made his way slowly to the porch and sat down on the steps. Across the packed earth yard sat the wrecked Impala. Dean stared at it blankly until he heard the sound of the screen door slam shut behind him. He turned to see Sam standing there.
"He's ready."
Dean stood. "Let's do this." He followed Sam back through the door until they met Bobby in the kitchen.
Bobby sat at the kitchen table and stared at Dean. He turned to Sam. "This better not be some kind of joke."
Dean smirked at Bobby. "Sammy here wanted a chance with the ladies so he had to take me out of the game first."
Sam shot him a dirty look but looked relieved to hear a little of the old Dean. "So, wait...you're finally done being emo now?"
"I don't want to take away the only thing you're good at little brother."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
Bobby interrupted. "Are you two done?"
Dean and Sam smiled and after a second turned their attention to Bobby again. He gestured to Dean. "Sit down."
Dean pulled out a chair and sat down at the battered wooden table.
Bobby slid a shot glass across the table to him. "Holy water."
Dean eyed the shot glass. 'Hope this doesn't hurt like a bitch', he thought as he picked up the glass and downed the holy water in one gulp. He slammed the empty glass down on the table.
Bobby let out a sigh of relief. "At least it's not a demonic possession. I've never heard of anything like this. How the hell did you get yourself into this, Dean?"
"Ghost," Dean said.
"There was a ghost?" Bobby asked, confused.
"No. The movie 'Ghost'. You know the one with Demi Moore? I tried to do that thing Patrick Swayze did where he possessed Whoopi Goldberg. And it worked."
Sam walked across the kitchen so he could look Dean in the face. "Hold on a minute. You tried to possess somebody because you saw it in a movie? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"
"Well it worked didn't it?!"
Sam glared at Dean before crossing his arms and shaking his head.
"We're going to have to do some research on this. All I know about spirit possession is that it generally doesn't last long. In fact it usually doesn't last longer than an hour or two," Bobby said. "So don't make any plans. I don't want you out on a hunt or something and suddenly you get booted out of this girl's body."
Bobby got up from the table. "I've got some calls to make. Why don't you two see what you can find in the books." Bobby left the pair in the kitchen.
Sam tried to concentrate on the books in front of him. “Dean, you've been pacing for the past 20 minutes. If you're not going to help me research this can you at least hold still?” Sam said in exasperation.
Dean stopped mid pace. “I don't know man. It's like I can't stop moving. I feel like I need to do something.” Dean started clenching his fists and then with a guilty look crossed his arms. “I think I'm going to go outside and get some fresh air or something. Let me know if you find anything.”
Once outside Dean stopped on the porch and looked first at the rented Kia they'd come in and then at the wrecked Impala. “We're going to have to get you back on the road baby,” he said under his breath. Dean moved off the porch and made his way over to the Impala. He set his hand on the trunk and slowly walked around to the front, lovingly trailing his hand along the car's body.
“Sam was right. It is all in the curves.”