Fic: "Fox in the Chicken Coop" (Sn/Yu Yu Hokusho)
Fic: "Fox in the Chicken Coop" (SN/Yu Yu Hakusho)
Title: "Fox in the Chicken Coop"
Author: crossroads-kiss
Fandoms: Supernatural/Yu Yu Hakusho
Rating: Everyone
Warnings: None as of yet.
Summary: This time, Dean wanted answers, nothing was going to stop him. Not scary friends, nor pagan gods and most deffiantly not angels were going to stop him from finding out who that strang boy is.
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 storm they had been driving through was really bring out the 'apocalypse now' theme.
The Muncie, Indiana hotel stood out in stark contrast to the gale raging outside it's carefully manicured trim.
Dean was tired and wanted a warm bed to curl up in. The hotel was almost calling his name and he ignored his brother's protests to keep going, despite the fact he too was bone tired.
The car jerked to a stop and he rushed out to grab their bags, for all Sam's bitching, he looked relieved to finally be out of the car. They were still dripping when they through the doors and Dean looked around appreciatively.
"Whew. Nice digs, for once. Busy night."
"Any port in a storm, I guess." The clerk said with a chuckle and looked up giving them what was supposed to be a welcoming smile.
"If you could just fill this out, please." He asked, sliding a form over the counter for Dean to sign.
"Sure, no problem." Dean mumbled as he filled out the necessary information, that was ironically false.
"Sir, I think .. Shaving nick there." The clerk said, motioning toward a bleeding spot on his neck while handing over a tissue and their room key.
"Oh. Thanks. Hey, you wouldn't happen to have a coffee shop, would you?" Dean asked and his tummy gave a silent gurgle, they had eaten the snacks five hours ago and hadn't come across a good place to stop since then. If it wasn't for the storm, then Dean would have just switched places with Sam and continued on.
"We have a buffet. All you can eat. Best pie in the tri-state area." The clerk boasted and Dean grinned, if he didn't know any better, he would think they had died and gone to heaven, again.
"You don't say?" Dean ponders rhetorically and makes his way over to the tables of food he had seen.
A man stepped up next to Dean at the buffet table with a plate. It looked like it had already been filled and emptied once, back for a second helping.
"Heaven, right?" The man grins, indicating the various desserts laid out on the table.
"Trust me, it's way better." Dean chuckled, the man gave him an odd look at the assurance in Dean's voice, but took his second helpings back to his seat.
Dean was making his way back to where Sam had decided to sit when he passed by a woman that just screamed to be left alone.
This didn't stop Dean from pausing and taking a step back to give her an appreciative once over. A slight guilt at his lecherous thoughts had him wondering if the solom look on her face meant she was having a rough spell and might actually want some company to take her mind off it.
Though he was probably just fishing for a good reason to convince himself to talk to her.
"How you doing?" Dean asked with an appreciative grin.
"No." Came her curt reply.
"But-"
"No." She said, cutting off his offended reply.
"Oh, lady, I'm just, you know-" Dean stammered, trying to recover from being shot down so harshly.
"I understand. And no." She repeated, ending the conversation as she twirled the cherry on a toothpick in her cocktail.
"Ten-four. Yeah..." Dean trails off, giving up the ghost on this one, any attraction he had for her was just salted and burned.
Two reasons a girl acts like that and neither would be in Dean's favor, she was either a lesbian or already dating.
His cell phone beeped, but he ignored it in favored of sitting down with his pie.
"Sam, unpucker man and eat something." Dean grunted, noticing Sam hadn't even touched his normal food yet, let alone tried the dessert yet.
"We should hit the road, Dean." Sam huffed, clicking on his laptop a moment longer before looking at his brother dejectedly.
"In this storm? It's-" Deal trailed off as a red hair caught his eye. It was the boy, again, he was sure of it this time. He had stopped in his tracks, looking at Dean as if he were seeing a ghost, causing the man behind him, a tall brunette with a Chinese like hat, to crash gracelessly into his back.
"It's biblical, exactly. It's friggin' Noah's Arch out there and we're eating pie." Sam complained, only to notice his brother no listening to him.
"Dean!" Sam snapped, closing his laptop with enough force to get his brother's attention.
"Wha- yeah, how many hours of sleep did you get this week? What? Three? Four? Bobby's got his feelers out, okay? We have talked with every hoodoo man and root woman in 12 states." Dean huffed, glancing back at the redhead, he was talking to the clerk as the brunette waited. The short man he had seen the last time stepped into view, he had missed him because of the room divider and now that he got a better look at him, there was something seriously wrong about the two of them.
"Yeah, well, I'm not giving up." Sam said in determination and Dean nodded, only half listening. Once it set in what his brother said, he turned his full attention back to Sam.
"Nobody's giving up. Especially me. We're going to find a way to beat the devil, okay? Soon. I can feel it. And we will find Cas, we'll find Adam. But you are no good to me burnt out." Dean assured his brother, wishing he believed the words coming out of his mouth. Sure he wouldn't say yes to Michael, but he was having serous doubts about Cas and Adam, chances were their younger brother was already...
Dean shook his head, clearing that thought, dropping it to focus on his pie.
"Yeah. Yeah, okay." Sam agreed, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself that things would work out.
They never did, not for them and defiantly not for those they cared about.
"Come on, we've actually got the night off for once. Let's try to enjoy it." Dean smirked, his gut told him it wouldn't last though.
It was all too good to be true and with the arrival of that redheaded boy, Dean wished he had listened to Sam about not stopping.
So instead, he set his mind to high alert and decided he was going to get some answers when the time was right.
AN: Finally what I can call chapter one! This is the tid installemnt to "Logic is Panic's Prey".
Master Post
" Dead Men Don't Wear Plad"
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Title: "Fox in the Chicken Coop"
Author: crossroads-kiss
Fandoms: Supernatural/Yu Yu Hakusho
Rating: Everyone
Warnings: None as of yet.
Summary: This time, Dean wanted answers, nothing was going to stop him. Not scary friends, nor pagan gods and most deffiantly not angels were going to stop him from finding out who that strang boy is.
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 storm they had been driving through was really bring out the 'apocalypse now' theme.
The Muncie, Indiana hotel stood out in stark contrast to the gale raging outside it's carefully manicured trim.
Dean was tired and wanted a warm bed to curl up in. The hotel was almost calling his name and he ignored his brother's protests to keep going, despite the fact he too was bone tired.
The car jerked to a stop and he rushed out to grab their bags, for all Sam's bitching, he looked relieved to finally be out of the car. They were still dripping when they through the doors and Dean looked around appreciatively.
"Whew. Nice digs, for once. Busy night."
"Any port in a storm, I guess." The clerk said with a chuckle and looked up giving them what was supposed to be a welcoming smile.
"If you could just fill this out, please." He asked, sliding a form over the counter for Dean to sign.
"Sure, no problem." Dean mumbled as he filled out the necessary information, that was ironically false.
"Sir, I think .. Shaving nick there." The clerk said, motioning toward a bleeding spot on his neck while handing over a tissue and their room key.
"Oh. Thanks. Hey, you wouldn't happen to have a coffee shop, would you?" Dean asked and his tummy gave a silent gurgle, they had eaten the snacks five hours ago and hadn't come across a good place to stop since then. If it wasn't for the storm, then Dean would have just switched places with Sam and continued on.
"We have a buffet. All you can eat. Best pie in the tri-state area." The clerk boasted and Dean grinned, if he didn't know any better, he would think they had died and gone to heaven, again.
"You don't say?" Dean ponders rhetorically and makes his way over to the tables of food he had seen.
A man stepped up next to Dean at the buffet table with a plate. It looked like it had already been filled and emptied once, back for a second helping.
"Heaven, right?" The man grins, indicating the various desserts laid out on the table.
"Trust me, it's way better." Dean chuckled, the man gave him an odd look at the assurance in Dean's voice, but took his second helpings back to his seat.
Dean was making his way back to where Sam had decided to sit when he passed by a woman that just screamed to be left alone.
This didn't stop Dean from pausing and taking a step back to give her an appreciative once over. A slight guilt at his lecherous thoughts had him wondering if the solom look on her face meant she was having a rough spell and might actually want some company to take her mind off it.
Though he was probably just fishing for a good reason to convince himself to talk to her.
"How you doing?" Dean asked with an appreciative grin.
"No." Came her curt reply.
"But-"
"No." She said, cutting off his offended reply.
"Oh, lady, I'm just, you know-" Dean stammered, trying to recover from being shot down so harshly.
"I understand. And no." She repeated, ending the conversation as she twirled the cherry on a toothpick in her cocktail.
"Ten-four. Yeah..." Dean trails off, giving up the ghost on this one, any attraction he had for her was just salted and burned.
Two reasons a girl acts like that and neither would be in Dean's favor, she was either a lesbian or already dating.
His cell phone beeped, but he ignored it in favored of sitting down with his pie.
"Sam, unpucker man and eat something." Dean grunted, noticing Sam hadn't even touched his normal food yet, let alone tried the dessert yet.
"We should hit the road, Dean." Sam huffed, clicking on his laptop a moment longer before looking at his brother dejectedly.
"In this storm? It's-" Deal trailed off as a red hair caught his eye. It was the boy, again, he was sure of it this time. He had stopped in his tracks, looking at Dean as if he were seeing a ghost, causing the man behind him, a tall brunette with a Chinese like hat, to crash gracelessly into his back.
"It's biblical, exactly. It's friggin' Noah's Arch out there and we're eating pie." Sam complained, only to notice his brother no listening to him.
"Dean!" Sam snapped, closing his laptop with enough force to get his brother's attention.
"Wha- yeah, how many hours of sleep did you get this week? What? Three? Four? Bobby's got his feelers out, okay? We have talked with every hoodoo man and root woman in 12 states." Dean huffed, glancing back at the redhead, he was talking to the clerk as the brunette waited. The short man he had seen the last time stepped into view, he had missed him because of the room divider and now that he got a better look at him, there was something seriously wrong about the two of them.
"Yeah, well, I'm not giving up." Sam said in determination and Dean nodded, only half listening. Once it set in what his brother said, he turned his full attention back to Sam.
"Nobody's giving up. Especially me. We're going to find a way to beat the devil, okay? Soon. I can feel it. And we will find Cas, we'll find Adam. But you are no good to me burnt out." Dean assured his brother, wishing he believed the words coming out of his mouth. Sure he wouldn't say yes to Michael, but he was having serous doubts about Cas and Adam, chances were their younger brother was already...
Dean shook his head, clearing that thought, dropping it to focus on his pie.
"Yeah. Yeah, okay." Sam agreed, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself that things would work out.
They never did, not for them and defiantly not for those they cared about.
"Come on, we've actually got the night off for once. Let's try to enjoy it." Dean smirked, his gut told him it wouldn't last though.
It was all too good to be true and with the arrival of that redheaded boy, Dean wished he had listened to Sam about not stopping.
So instead, he set his mind to high alert and decided he was going to get some answers when the time was right.
AN: Finally what I can call chapter one! This is the tid installemnt to "Logic is Panic's Prey".
Master Post
" Dead Men Don't Wear Plad"
Chapter One
Chapter Two