I Have No Excuse for This Except Sudafed
I drabbled.
*headdesk*
An NCIS/Spn crossover.
*headdesk*
I shouldn't be allowed computer access when i'm on cold medication.
*headdesk**headdesk**headdesk*
A/n I have no excuse for this except sudafed *headdesk*
They're crawling through sewer pipes, of course, and Tony's handcuffed to this Winchester guy with an alarmingly stellar view of his jail-house jumper clad ass when the rat that ate Cleveland falls with a wet plop on the back of his neck.
"HOLY MOTHER OF--"
"JESUS CHRIST," Winchester yelps, almost as loud as Tony, when the highly trained federal agent bucks the monstrosity directly onto his captive's thigh. "What the fuck is that--Fucking hell!"
"It's a rat," Tony croaks, like he has everything under control. Winchester levels a glare.
"I can see that, short bus." And then he shudders.
Tony perks up just a little, because he's finally found a way to bond with this guy, and the faster he bonds the faster he can be clean and well fed and back to telling Gibbs there's no way he'll ever pull this stunt a second THIRD time. You'd think there'd be a little leeway after the last time they pulled this undercover stunt nearly ended with his throat slit in a car outside a Walmart, for fuck's sake.
"You hate rats?" It comes out more a question than a statement, and Winchester shoots him another glare.
"Oh and you were so calm and collected back there."
"Yes, but I had the plague," Tony feels the need to point out. "Why do you hate rats?"
"Uh, because they're rats?" Dean's looking for something in these tunnels, won't tell Tony what, and he sure as hell hopes its a gold-flecked tub of disinfectant because he just stepped on something nasty.
"Well, yeah, but...any particular--?"
Winchester finally spins around, sloshing sludge and other...stuff up higher onto Tony's calves and he tilts his head back, grinds his teeth instead of meeting this mass murderer's stare.
"Look. Tony. Can i call you Tony? Shut the fuck up." The convict smiles and shrugs his shoulders like it's the most polite and obvious thing to ask, and Tony honestly can't help it.
"Have you ever seen the Great Escape?"
There's a moment when Dean's looking at him like 'Oh my god where did you come from?' but somewhere in that moment is a flicker of 'who hasn't?' that lets him know--Hell Yes--he's in. Tony pumps a mental victory fist, and in a split second he knows Dean sees that too. Shit.
"God, that nerdy ghost was right," he can swear he hears Dean grumble under his breath as he turns to trudge on down the tunnel, "I'd try to slit your throat too."
*headdesk*
An NCIS/Spn crossover.
*headdesk*
I shouldn't be allowed computer access when i'm on cold medication.
*headdesk**headdesk**headdesk*
A/n I have no excuse for this except sudafed *headdesk*
They're crawling through sewer pipes, of course, and Tony's handcuffed to this Winchester guy with an alarmingly stellar view of his jail-house jumper clad ass when the rat that ate Cleveland falls with a wet plop on the back of his neck.
"HOLY MOTHER OF--"
"JESUS CHRIST," Winchester yelps, almost as loud as Tony, when the highly trained federal agent bucks the monstrosity directly onto his captive's thigh. "What the fuck is that--Fucking hell!"
"It's a rat," Tony croaks, like he has everything under control. Winchester levels a glare.
"I can see that, short bus." And then he shudders.
Tony perks up just a little, because he's finally found a way to bond with this guy, and the faster he bonds the faster he can be clean and well fed and back to telling Gibbs there's no way he'll ever pull this stunt a second THIRD time. You'd think there'd be a little leeway after the last time they pulled this undercover stunt nearly ended with his throat slit in a car outside a Walmart, for fuck's sake.
"You hate rats?" It comes out more a question than a statement, and Winchester shoots him another glare.
"Oh and you were so calm and collected back there."
"Yes, but I had the plague," Tony feels the need to point out. "Why do you hate rats?"
"Uh, because they're rats?" Dean's looking for something in these tunnels, won't tell Tony what, and he sure as hell hopes its a gold-flecked tub of disinfectant because he just stepped on something nasty.
"Well, yeah, but...any particular--?"
Winchester finally spins around, sloshing sludge and other...stuff up higher onto Tony's calves and he tilts his head back, grinds his teeth instead of meeting this mass murderer's stare.
"Look. Tony. Can i call you Tony? Shut the fuck up." The convict smiles and shrugs his shoulders like it's the most polite and obvious thing to ask, and Tony honestly can't help it.
"Have you ever seen the Great Escape?"
There's a moment when Dean's looking at him like 'Oh my god where did you come from?' but somewhere in that moment is a flicker of 'who hasn't?' that lets him know--Hell Yes--he's in. Tony pumps a mental victory fist, and in a split second he knows Dean sees that too. Shit.
"God, that nerdy ghost was right," he can swear he hears Dean grumble under his breath as he turns to trudge on down the tunnel, "I'd try to slit your throat too."