Dean/Calleigh - Good People (4/?)
Fandom: Supernatural/CSI: Miami
Title: Good People (4/?)
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Calleigh Duquesne, Sam Winchester, Eric Delko, Ryan Wolfe, Snuggles
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Calleigh tells Sam about her past, while he and Dean make new friends, some they like more than others.
Author's Note: Hee...I'm so mean to Dean. But it's fun, so I don't care.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or CSI: Miami. They're owned by CBS and the CW. However, all original characters are mine, so please do not borrow them without my permission.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
“So-what are we looking for again?” Sam said as he followed Calleigh along the edge of the swamp behind the house, “And why are we using cucumbers?” He held up one of the green vegetables in his hand for emphasis, and Calleigh gave him a smile.
“It’s called a kappa,” she replied, continuing to move ahead of him, “And we’re using cucumbers because other than small children, cucumbers are their favorite food. And since small children wouldn’t go over well as bait-”
“-Cucumbers. Got it,” Sam nodded, “You know, I’ve never even heard of these things.”
“They’re Japanese folk creatures,” Calleigh replied, “They usually don’t stray very far from the homeland, but occasionally one stows away on a shipment to Little Tokyo, and since they love swampland-”
“They love the ‘Glades,” Sam nodded in agreement, “How do you know this is what we’re looking for?”
“The family had their entrails pulled out through the rectum before they died,” Calleigh said, looking up from the reeds to see Sam’s face as he cringed. “That’s how kappas tend to kill.” She paused slightly poking through the plant life, but finding nothing, she continued, “They’re actually pretty interesting as folklore goes. They can be your best friend or your worst nightmare.”
“Really?”
“They’re pretty mischievous. And the mischief can range from practical jokes to small-time felonies. But they’re generally speaking fascinated with human culture and the like. Speak Japanese. Occasionally they would help the farmers in Japan irrigate their fields or with medical needs. They have a very strong sense of decorum and etiquette-they’re actually quite fascinating.”
Sam nodded, before studying the woman again, “How do you know so much?”
“When I started encountering them in Miami, I read up,” she sighed, “Just because I wasn’t a hunter anymore, didn’t mean that I wasn’t looking to protect myself.” There was a long silence, and Calleigh turned to find a surprised look on Sam’s face. “Dean didn’t tell you, did he?”
“No,” Sam shook his head, “He conveniently left that part out.”
“It was probably more for me than you,” Calleigh said, “I don’t intend on getting back in the game full time anytime soon. He probably didn’t want to put me in an awkward position.”
“By asking for your help?” Sam asked.
“Most likely,” Calleigh nodded.
“I guess I could understand that,” he murmured, before speaking up, “So-since you know so much about it-how do we kill it?”
Calleigh paused for a minute, looking uncertain. “I’m hoping it won’t come to that.”
“O-K,” Sam replied, before a large weight landed on his foot, “What the-” He looked down and saw a small reptile looking thing about the size of a toy dog sitting on his foot. It looked like a turtle in the face, with more of a humanoid body, and claws for hands and feet. There was a small tail extending behind it and it had what looked like hair, surrounding a bowl-shaped impression on the animal’s head filled with water. It pulled itself to its feet so that it was standing on two legs, before starting to reach upward towards Sam’s hand. Sam looked from the creature to the cucumber in his hand and a smile crossed his face.
“Calleigh?” he said, looking up at her as she turned around, “I think I found it.” He crouched down next to it, and handed him the cucumber, watching in amusement as the animal eagerly started to chow down.
Calleigh grinned, before crouching down next to him, “That’s definitely a kappa. But he’s too small to have caused that kind of damage. The crime was definitely committed by something that was full grown. This guy’s just a baby.” The little kappa started cooing happily from the attention while continuing to chomp messily on his cucumber.
“So this isn’t our guy?” Sam asked.
“Nope,” Calleigh shook her head, “But he might be a clue.” She glanced around quickly, before turning back to Sam, “Think he trusts you enough to come with you?”
“I dunno,” Sam replied, “How do we test it?”
“Let’s go,” Calleigh said with a smile, nodding towards the car. He got up and started to follow her, when he felt something hit his calf, and his knee buckled with the force. He looked down and saw the baby kappa wrapped around his leg like a child would when they don’t want their father to leave.
“I think he trusts me,” Sam replied, before reaching down to pry the animal off his leg.
***
“So this is our murderer?” Ryan said, looking down at the young animal that was munching on another cucumber.
“Well, yeah,” Sam nodded, as both the men fixed him with a look, “Except-a bigger one.”
Ryan and Eric both fixed him with a look, and he suddenly found the table in front of him very, very fascinating. Ryan shook his head and ran a hand over his mouth.
“I can’t believe we’re letting the brother go for this.”
“If Calleigh says that this was the thing that did it, I’m inclined to believe her, Wolfe,” Eric replied.
“A creature from Japanese folklore, Delko?” Ryan said, “Come on. We’re scientists.”
“Actually, Wolfe, I’ve run into these things before,” Delko replied, “That’s why I’m willing to give Calleigh a lot of leeway on this. I’ve seen these things in action. They’re like gators on steroids.”
Ryan fell silent after that, and then turned back to the door of the holding cells, waiting for Calleigh to return.
***
Dean thought he was going to puke. The man had probably not showered in a good week and a half, and was insisting on holding the younger man’s head against his chest, as close as he could. “Snuggles,” as the man liked to be called, had zeroed in on him the moment he had set foot in the cell, and Dean had a feeling that it was going to be a long, uncomfortable stay here in the holding cell.
The man had to be the size of a mountain, at least. So when he ordered Dean to sit down next to him, Dean did as he was told. However, he wasn’t anticipating a dirty sweaty arm around his neck, and a good few hours of not being able to breathe. But when he heard a familiar Southern accent at the front of the cell, he was ready to jump for joy.
“That you, Dean?” Calleigh’s voice came to him, and he laughed.
“Calleigh-thank God!” he said, starting to pull away from Snuggles, but found himself yanked right back.
“I don’t share,” the man growled, and Dean looked like he was ready to cry.
“What’s your friend’s name, Dean?”
“Snuggles,” Dean replied, and Calleigh was trying her hardest not to laugh.
“Mr. Snuggles, ya mind if I borrow your new friend for a moment?” she asked sweetly, “I promise I’ll give him back.”
“You promise?” Snuggles replied, and Calleigh nodded. He then lifted his arm off the man next to him, and Dean bolted for the front of the cage.
“What the hell took you so long?” he growled, and Calleigh gave him a look.
“Sorry,” Calleigh sighed, “After you snuck onto the crime scene when I told you not to, my co-workers asked to keep you as collateral. In exchange, they let me on the crime scene, and they didn’t impound your car.”
“I swear, if they laid a hand on that car-”
“They didn’t,” Calleigh cut him off, “You were right. It wasn’t a person, and it wasn’t a gator.”
A smug smirk crossed his face and he nodded, “So what are we dealing with? Spirit?”
“Kappa,” Calleigh replied.
“Kappa?” Dean frowned, “One of those Japanese turtle-lookin’ things?”
“That’s it,” Calleigh nodded.
“So-how bout you get me out and we go find the thing?”
“Why didn’t you tell your brother about me?” she asked. Dean froze. He could hear something in her voice, he couldn’t tell if it was hurt or something else, but it was there.
“I didn’t think it was somethin’ he needed to know,” Dean replied, “I didn’t think it was important.”
“Didn’t think it was important,” Calleigh nodded, “That give me the feeling you’re not telling me something.”
“Calleigh, I don’t want you to get dragged into our mess,” he sighed, “You don’t need this right now.”
“You dragged me in when you came here, Dean,” she sighed, “And you tell me to protect my house, but won’t tell me why? Doesn’t exactly imply trust.”
“What do you want me to do?” he said, “I don’t want you worrying about us.”
Calleigh didn’t say anything before turning to go, “Well, I just thought I’d fill you in. I’ll be back in a little while.”
“Wait, wait,” Dean said, watching her as she walked, “You’re not getting me out?”
“No. Sorry,” she said, with a shrug, “Just keeping you in the loop.”
“Oh, c’mon, Calleigh-” he said, chasing her as far as he could go, shouting after her as she disappeared, “Calleigh? Calleigh!” His forehead landed against the bars of the cell, and he groaned.
“I hate you,” he sighed, before he heard a low growl behind him. He turned back to Snuggles, and shook his head, “I know, I know. I’m coming.”
Part 5
Title: Good People (4/?)
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Calleigh Duquesne, Sam Winchester, Eric Delko, Ryan Wolfe, Snuggles
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Calleigh tells Sam about her past, while he and Dean make new friends, some they like more than others.
Author's Note: Hee...I'm so mean to Dean. But it's fun, so I don't care.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural or CSI: Miami. They're owned by CBS and the CW. However, all original characters are mine, so please do not borrow them without my permission.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
“So-what are we looking for again?” Sam said as he followed Calleigh along the edge of the swamp behind the house, “And why are we using cucumbers?” He held up one of the green vegetables in his hand for emphasis, and Calleigh gave him a smile.
“It’s called a kappa,” she replied, continuing to move ahead of him, “And we’re using cucumbers because other than small children, cucumbers are their favorite food. And since small children wouldn’t go over well as bait-”
“-Cucumbers. Got it,” Sam nodded, “You know, I’ve never even heard of these things.”
“They’re Japanese folk creatures,” Calleigh replied, “They usually don’t stray very far from the homeland, but occasionally one stows away on a shipment to Little Tokyo, and since they love swampland-”
“They love the ‘Glades,” Sam nodded in agreement, “How do you know this is what we’re looking for?”
“The family had their entrails pulled out through the rectum before they died,” Calleigh said, looking up from the reeds to see Sam’s face as he cringed. “That’s how kappas tend to kill.” She paused slightly poking through the plant life, but finding nothing, she continued, “They’re actually pretty interesting as folklore goes. They can be your best friend or your worst nightmare.”
“Really?”
“They’re pretty mischievous. And the mischief can range from practical jokes to small-time felonies. But they’re generally speaking fascinated with human culture and the like. Speak Japanese. Occasionally they would help the farmers in Japan irrigate their fields or with medical needs. They have a very strong sense of decorum and etiquette-they’re actually quite fascinating.”
Sam nodded, before studying the woman again, “How do you know so much?”
“When I started encountering them in Miami, I read up,” she sighed, “Just because I wasn’t a hunter anymore, didn’t mean that I wasn’t looking to protect myself.” There was a long silence, and Calleigh turned to find a surprised look on Sam’s face. “Dean didn’t tell you, did he?”
“No,” Sam shook his head, “He conveniently left that part out.”
“It was probably more for me than you,” Calleigh said, “I don’t intend on getting back in the game full time anytime soon. He probably didn’t want to put me in an awkward position.”
“By asking for your help?” Sam asked.
“Most likely,” Calleigh nodded.
“I guess I could understand that,” he murmured, before speaking up, “So-since you know so much about it-how do we kill it?”
Calleigh paused for a minute, looking uncertain. “I’m hoping it won’t come to that.”
“O-K,” Sam replied, before a large weight landed on his foot, “What the-” He looked down and saw a small reptile looking thing about the size of a toy dog sitting on his foot. It looked like a turtle in the face, with more of a humanoid body, and claws for hands and feet. There was a small tail extending behind it and it had what looked like hair, surrounding a bowl-shaped impression on the animal’s head filled with water. It pulled itself to its feet so that it was standing on two legs, before starting to reach upward towards Sam’s hand. Sam looked from the creature to the cucumber in his hand and a smile crossed his face.
“Calleigh?” he said, looking up at her as she turned around, “I think I found it.” He crouched down next to it, and handed him the cucumber, watching in amusement as the animal eagerly started to chow down.
Calleigh grinned, before crouching down next to him, “That’s definitely a kappa. But he’s too small to have caused that kind of damage. The crime was definitely committed by something that was full grown. This guy’s just a baby.” The little kappa started cooing happily from the attention while continuing to chomp messily on his cucumber.
“So this isn’t our guy?” Sam asked.
“Nope,” Calleigh shook her head, “But he might be a clue.” She glanced around quickly, before turning back to Sam, “Think he trusts you enough to come with you?”
“I dunno,” Sam replied, “How do we test it?”
“Let’s go,” Calleigh said with a smile, nodding towards the car. He got up and started to follow her, when he felt something hit his calf, and his knee buckled with the force. He looked down and saw the baby kappa wrapped around his leg like a child would when they don’t want their father to leave.
“I think he trusts me,” Sam replied, before reaching down to pry the animal off his leg.
***
“So this is our murderer?” Ryan said, looking down at the young animal that was munching on another cucumber.
“Well, yeah,” Sam nodded, as both the men fixed him with a look, “Except-a bigger one.”
Ryan and Eric both fixed him with a look, and he suddenly found the table in front of him very, very fascinating. Ryan shook his head and ran a hand over his mouth.
“I can’t believe we’re letting the brother go for this.”
“If Calleigh says that this was the thing that did it, I’m inclined to believe her, Wolfe,” Eric replied.
“A creature from Japanese folklore, Delko?” Ryan said, “Come on. We’re scientists.”
“Actually, Wolfe, I’ve run into these things before,” Delko replied, “That’s why I’m willing to give Calleigh a lot of leeway on this. I’ve seen these things in action. They’re like gators on steroids.”
Ryan fell silent after that, and then turned back to the door of the holding cells, waiting for Calleigh to return.
***
Dean thought he was going to puke. The man had probably not showered in a good week and a half, and was insisting on holding the younger man’s head against his chest, as close as he could. “Snuggles,” as the man liked to be called, had zeroed in on him the moment he had set foot in the cell, and Dean had a feeling that it was going to be a long, uncomfortable stay here in the holding cell.
The man had to be the size of a mountain, at least. So when he ordered Dean to sit down next to him, Dean did as he was told. However, he wasn’t anticipating a dirty sweaty arm around his neck, and a good few hours of not being able to breathe. But when he heard a familiar Southern accent at the front of the cell, he was ready to jump for joy.
“That you, Dean?” Calleigh’s voice came to him, and he laughed.
“Calleigh-thank God!” he said, starting to pull away from Snuggles, but found himself yanked right back.
“I don’t share,” the man growled, and Dean looked like he was ready to cry.
“What’s your friend’s name, Dean?”
“Snuggles,” Dean replied, and Calleigh was trying her hardest not to laugh.
“Mr. Snuggles, ya mind if I borrow your new friend for a moment?” she asked sweetly, “I promise I’ll give him back.”
“You promise?” Snuggles replied, and Calleigh nodded. He then lifted his arm off the man next to him, and Dean bolted for the front of the cage.
“What the hell took you so long?” he growled, and Calleigh gave him a look.
“Sorry,” Calleigh sighed, “After you snuck onto the crime scene when I told you not to, my co-workers asked to keep you as collateral. In exchange, they let me on the crime scene, and they didn’t impound your car.”
“I swear, if they laid a hand on that car-”
“They didn’t,” Calleigh cut him off, “You were right. It wasn’t a person, and it wasn’t a gator.”
A smug smirk crossed his face and he nodded, “So what are we dealing with? Spirit?”
“Kappa,” Calleigh replied.
“Kappa?” Dean frowned, “One of those Japanese turtle-lookin’ things?”
“That’s it,” Calleigh nodded.
“So-how bout you get me out and we go find the thing?”
“Why didn’t you tell your brother about me?” she asked. Dean froze. He could hear something in her voice, he couldn’t tell if it was hurt or something else, but it was there.
“I didn’t think it was somethin’ he needed to know,” Dean replied, “I didn’t think it was important.”
“Didn’t think it was important,” Calleigh nodded, “That give me the feeling you’re not telling me something.”
“Calleigh, I don’t want you to get dragged into our mess,” he sighed, “You don’t need this right now.”
“You dragged me in when you came here, Dean,” she sighed, “And you tell me to protect my house, but won’t tell me why? Doesn’t exactly imply trust.”
“What do you want me to do?” he said, “I don’t want you worrying about us.”
Calleigh didn’t say anything before turning to go, “Well, I just thought I’d fill you in. I’ll be back in a little while.”
“Wait, wait,” Dean said, watching her as she walked, “You’re not getting me out?”
“No. Sorry,” she said, with a shrug, “Just keeping you in the loop.”
“Oh, c’mon, Calleigh-” he said, chasing her as far as he could go, shouting after her as she disappeared, “Calleigh? Calleigh!” His forehead landed against the bars of the cell, and he groaned.
“I hate you,” he sighed, before he heard a low growl behind him. He turned back to Snuggles, and shook his head, “I know, I know. I’m coming.”
Part 5