[spn/vm] ghost hunts in neptune 2/2
Title: Ghost Hunts in Neptune 2/2
Author: aaronlisa
Fandom: Supernatural/Veronica Mars
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester, Veronica Mars
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company, while Veronica Mars belongs to Rob Thomas and company.
Prompts: 7_crossovers - vermillion (table #6, prompt #2)
Notes: Set between Seasons One and Two of Veronica Mars, and pre-Season One of Supernatural.
Summary: A hunt takes Dean Winchester to Neptune, California.
Word Count: 1007
They wind up at some diner on the bad side of town. It’s nothing more than a cheap greasy spoon with an interior that’s probably seen better days back in the 1960s. The faded vinyl seats were probably once a bright reddish-orange colour (vermillion the Sam in his head calls the colour, not that it really matters to Dean.) The waitress that serves them coffee in heavy porcelain white mugs with the reddish-orange trim and ice-water in ancient glasses also looks as tired and faded as the diner.
As they read their menus, Dean wonders how a girl like Veronica knows about a diner like this. Everything about her screams middle class if not wealthier but she seems right at home in the diner, she had even greeted the waitress with a bright smile as if they were long lost friends.
“My dad used to take me here all the time for burgers and milkshakes,” Veronica says as she sets the menu down.
“Your dad took you to a place like this?” Dean asks disbelief heavy in his voice.
“Yeah, it’s seen better days but they still make a mean strawberry milkshake.”
The smile she gives him is endearing and Dean knows in an instant that she’s dangerous, more so than any hunt that he’s ever been on. The waitress comes by and takes their orders before she leaves them alone again.
“So Dean tell me are ghosts the only thing that goes bump in the night?”
He pauses and takes a long drink of his coffee uncertain on how to answer that type of question. He could tell her the whole truth but she’s too young, too unprepared, and too innocent despite her worldly attitude for the life of a hunter. But he knows that if he tries to deceive her, she’ll probably catch him in a lie faster than his own father would. Dean sighs and decides to tell her the truth.
“No but they’re the most common.”
“And this is what you do for a living?” Veronica asks.
“I wouldn’t really call it a living; it’s more of a calling.”
“What about money?”
“I pick up odd jobs here and there.”
It’s a lie and he feels bad about it but he’s not about to tell her that his main source of money is from running credit card scams and pool hustling. And to be honest, whenever his father decides to stay in a town for any length of time, Dean does tend to get a job at the local mechanics. Veronica doesn’t need to know that it’s been a couple of years though since his last honest job.
“Doesn’t sound like a very fun life,” Veronica says.
“It has its moments.”
They fall into a silence until the waitress comes by with their orders: a full breakfast for him despite the late hour and a side of fries for her because of the late hour. For a while, they eat in silence, both lost in their thoughts. It’s Veronica who breaks the silence.
“I don’t think I could do what you do, even knowing what’s out there.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that, it’s a difficult life,” Dean tells her, thinking of Sam and how he left.
“Why do you do it?”
Dean sets his fork down and looks her in the eye.
“A demon killed my mom when I was a kid.”
“I am sorry,” Veronica says as she puts her hand on his.
“It’s not your fault.”
They fall into another silence as they finish their food. When they stand up to leave, Dean puts cash on the table and they walk out into the night. Dawn is just starting to colour the eastern sky in pale shades of gold and pink.
“Your parents are probably going to be worried,” Dean quietly states.
“It’s just my dad and he’s used to me being out all hours of the night. I help him with our family business.”
“Fathers always worry about their kids, especially when they go into the family business.”
Veronica doesn’t say anything in response; instead she gives Dean a knowing smile and nods at him.
“Are you in town for long now that the ghost is gone?”
“I think that I can stay around for a few days.”
“If you’re up to it, I could probably use your help on a few cases. Nothing exciting like chasing down ghosts or anything but still I can pay you.”
“I don’t need charity,” Dean states.
“It’s not charity and trust me when I say that the case load that my Dad and I have is far too much for just the two of us.”
Veronica puts her hand on his arm and looks up into his eyes. She reminds him so much of Sam in so many ways that it’s almost painful for him to be around her. He knows that he can trust her and that it’s not charity that she’s offering him.
“Sure.”
“I take it you’re staying at the Camelot?” Veronica asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Room 12,” Dean replies.
“I’ll come by tomorrow afternoon.”
“See you then.”
He watches as she gets into her car and with a small wave, she drives off towards the sunrise and he stands there watching her until her car disappears from his sight. When he finally slips into the Impala, his hands clench at the steering wheel and he wonders why he agreed to say.
Sure he has the time off and he can use the money but at the same time he can’t help but feel like she’s the most dangerous thing that he’s ever encountered with her wide-eyed youth and she reminds him far too much of his younger brother. Dean sighs before he starts to drive back to the motel. Veronica’s dangerous but he wants to stay, wants to get to know her more, and he wants nothing more than to fill the Sammy-shaped void in his life and Veronica seems like a good substitute for a few days.
**END**
Author: aaronlisa
Fandom: Supernatural/Veronica Mars
Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester, Veronica Mars
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and company, while Veronica Mars belongs to Rob Thomas and company.
Prompts: 7_crossovers - vermillion (table #6, prompt #2)
Notes: Set between Seasons One and Two of Veronica Mars, and pre-Season One of Supernatural.
Summary: A hunt takes Dean Winchester to Neptune, California.
Word Count: 1007
They wind up at some diner on the bad side of town. It’s nothing more than a cheap greasy spoon with an interior that’s probably seen better days back in the 1960s. The faded vinyl seats were probably once a bright reddish-orange colour (vermillion the Sam in his head calls the colour, not that it really matters to Dean.) The waitress that serves them coffee in heavy porcelain white mugs with the reddish-orange trim and ice-water in ancient glasses also looks as tired and faded as the diner.
As they read their menus, Dean wonders how a girl like Veronica knows about a diner like this. Everything about her screams middle class if not wealthier but she seems right at home in the diner, she had even greeted the waitress with a bright smile as if they were long lost friends.
“My dad used to take me here all the time for burgers and milkshakes,” Veronica says as she sets the menu down.
“Your dad took you to a place like this?” Dean asks disbelief heavy in his voice.
“Yeah, it’s seen better days but they still make a mean strawberry milkshake.”
The smile she gives him is endearing and Dean knows in an instant that she’s dangerous, more so than any hunt that he’s ever been on. The waitress comes by and takes their orders before she leaves them alone again.
“So Dean tell me are ghosts the only thing that goes bump in the night?”
He pauses and takes a long drink of his coffee uncertain on how to answer that type of question. He could tell her the whole truth but she’s too young, too unprepared, and too innocent despite her worldly attitude for the life of a hunter. But he knows that if he tries to deceive her, she’ll probably catch him in a lie faster than his own father would. Dean sighs and decides to tell her the truth.
“No but they’re the most common.”
“And this is what you do for a living?” Veronica asks.
“I wouldn’t really call it a living; it’s more of a calling.”
“What about money?”
“I pick up odd jobs here and there.”
It’s a lie and he feels bad about it but he’s not about to tell her that his main source of money is from running credit card scams and pool hustling. And to be honest, whenever his father decides to stay in a town for any length of time, Dean does tend to get a job at the local mechanics. Veronica doesn’t need to know that it’s been a couple of years though since his last honest job.
“Doesn’t sound like a very fun life,” Veronica says.
“It has its moments.”
They fall into a silence until the waitress comes by with their orders: a full breakfast for him despite the late hour and a side of fries for her because of the late hour. For a while, they eat in silence, both lost in their thoughts. It’s Veronica who breaks the silence.
“I don’t think I could do what you do, even knowing what’s out there.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that, it’s a difficult life,” Dean tells her, thinking of Sam and how he left.
“Why do you do it?”
Dean sets his fork down and looks her in the eye.
“A demon killed my mom when I was a kid.”
“I am sorry,” Veronica says as she puts her hand on his.
“It’s not your fault.”
They fall into another silence as they finish their food. When they stand up to leave, Dean puts cash on the table and they walk out into the night. Dawn is just starting to colour the eastern sky in pale shades of gold and pink.
“Your parents are probably going to be worried,” Dean quietly states.
“It’s just my dad and he’s used to me being out all hours of the night. I help him with our family business.”
“Fathers always worry about their kids, especially when they go into the family business.”
Veronica doesn’t say anything in response; instead she gives Dean a knowing smile and nods at him.
“Are you in town for long now that the ghost is gone?”
“I think that I can stay around for a few days.”
“If you’re up to it, I could probably use your help on a few cases. Nothing exciting like chasing down ghosts or anything but still I can pay you.”
“I don’t need charity,” Dean states.
“It’s not charity and trust me when I say that the case load that my Dad and I have is far too much for just the two of us.”
Veronica puts her hand on his arm and looks up into his eyes. She reminds him so much of Sam in so many ways that it’s almost painful for him to be around her. He knows that he can trust her and that it’s not charity that she’s offering him.
“Sure.”
“I take it you’re staying at the Camelot?” Veronica asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Room 12,” Dean replies.
“I’ll come by tomorrow afternoon.”
“See you then.”
He watches as she gets into her car and with a small wave, she drives off towards the sunrise and he stands there watching her until her car disappears from his sight. When he finally slips into the Impala, his hands clench at the steering wheel and he wonders why he agreed to say.
Sure he has the time off and he can use the money but at the same time he can’t help but feel like she’s the most dangerous thing that he’s ever encountered with her wide-eyed youth and she reminds him far too much of his younger brother. Dean sighs before he starts to drive back to the motel. Veronica’s dangerous but he wants to stay, wants to get to know her more, and he wants nothing more than to fill the Sammy-shaped void in his life and Veronica seems like a good substitute for a few days.
**END**