Fic: "Dean Men Don't Wear Plad" (SN/Yu Yu Hokusho)
Fic: "Dead Men Don't Wear Plad" (Sn/Yu Yu Hakusho)
Title: "Dean Men Don't Wear Plad"
Author: crossroads-kiss
Fandoms: Supernatural/Yu Yu Hakusho
Rating: Everyone
Warnings: None
Summary: There he was again, trapped amongst an army of Zombie, not much of a second date.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the character from Supernatural or Yu Yu Hakusho and I can't lay claim to the idea as I do not know if someone else has alreay used it, I like to think I was the first, but who knows.
Distribution: (I also have a FF.net account Oyaji Murakami)
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The next time Dean saw the boy, he was much older, though he looked as if he were in his mid teens.
At least, Dean was pretty sure it was the same boy, even though he should be in his early twenties instead of mid teens. Perhaps his Asian heritage aged him well.
Who knew and Dean wasn't even sure he had really seen him.
They were in the middle of a full-on Zombie-apocalypse.
Well... actually it was just The Apocalypse, but at the moment the dead were rising everywhere in Sioux Falls, South Dakota.
Dean saw a flash of red, not blood, this time, but hair, long and shiny. He was holding some kind of green rope and was fighting, or that's what it looked like. There was an extremely short fellow beside him, however, the hunter passed getting a good look at him to get a better look at the one he recognized.
Emerald met forest green and then a Zombie came between them and that was the last he saw of the boy that day... err, night.
Dean neglected to mention it to Sam, just as he had the last time, before Michael, riding their father's meat suit, healed him.
Why he didn't bring it up this time, he was still wondering as they helped Bobby repair the door to his closet and other holes that had been blown into the walls.
This had to be one of the most grueling battles they had been in since the demon attack in that Colorado jail. Dean hadn't thought of Henrikson since the seal of the witnesses had been broken and it left a bitter taste in his mouth at the next thought he pushed down of Lilith.
That was old news, no sense in beating a dead horse, or in this case demon and FBI agent.
"Hey Dean, you alright?" Sam asked as he turned from tapping the pins in to the hinge of the new closet door.
"Yeah, I'm good. Now how about we finish this up so we can get out from under Bobby's wheels. That old crank is going to end up shooting one of us if we stick around much longer and I don't feel like dying today." Dean chuckle, smearing a clump of plaster over the hole.
Wouldn't be the first time he's dropped dead, probably wouldn't be the last, but he's be damned again if he died being shot by Bobby.
An: First Sequel to "Logic is Panic's Prey"! Still kind of a prolog-like starting.
Master Post
Prolog: " Logic is Panic's Prey"
Sequel: "Dead Men Don't Wear Plad"
Sequel Two: " Fox in the Chicken Coop"
Title: "Dean Men Don't Wear Plad"
Author: crossroads-kiss
Fandoms: Supernatural/Yu Yu Hakusho
Rating: Everyone
Warnings: None
Summary: There he was again, trapped amongst an army of Zombie, not much of a second date.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the character from Supernatural or Yu Yu Hakusho and I can't lay claim to the idea as I do not know if someone else has alreay used it, I like to think I was the first, but who knows.
Distribution: (I also have a FF.net account Oyaji Murakami)
______________________________________________________________________________________________
The next time Dean saw the boy, he was much older, though he looked as if he were in his mid teens.
At least, Dean was pretty sure it was the same boy, even though he should be in his early twenties instead of mid teens. Perhaps his Asian heritage aged him well.
Who knew and Dean wasn't even sure he had really seen him.
They were in the middle of a full-on Zombie-apocalypse.
Well... actually it was just The Apocalypse, but at the moment the dead were rising everywhere in Sioux Falls, South Dakota.
Dean saw a flash of red, not blood, this time, but hair, long and shiny. He was holding some kind of green rope and was fighting, or that's what it looked like. There was an extremely short fellow beside him, however, the hunter passed getting a good look at him to get a better look at the one he recognized.
Emerald met forest green and then a Zombie came between them and that was the last he saw of the boy that day... err, night.
Dean neglected to mention it to Sam, just as he had the last time, before Michael, riding their father's meat suit, healed him.
Why he didn't bring it up this time, he was still wondering as they helped Bobby repair the door to his closet and other holes that had been blown into the walls.
This had to be one of the most grueling battles they had been in since the demon attack in that Colorado jail. Dean hadn't thought of Henrikson since the seal of the witnesses had been broken and it left a bitter taste in his mouth at the next thought he pushed down of Lilith.
That was old news, no sense in beating a dead horse, or in this case demon and FBI agent.
"Hey Dean, you alright?" Sam asked as he turned from tapping the pins in to the hinge of the new closet door.
"Yeah, I'm good. Now how about we finish this up so we can get out from under Bobby's wheels. That old crank is going to end up shooting one of us if we stick around much longer and I don't feel like dying today." Dean chuckle, smearing a clump of plaster over the hole.
Wouldn't be the first time he's dropped dead, probably wouldn't be the last, but he's be damned again if he died being shot by Bobby.
An: First Sequel to "Logic is Panic's Prey"! Still kind of a prolog-like starting.
Master Post
Prolog: " Logic is Panic's Prey"
Sequel: "Dead Men Don't Wear Plad"
Sequel Two: " Fox in the Chicken Coop"