Fighting Demons: Chapter 3 "Meeting the Wizard"
Title: Meeting the Wizard
Fandom: Supernatural/Dresden Files crossover
Characters: Sam, Dean, Murphy, and Dresden
Prompt: #020, "Glare"
Word Count: 1850
Rating: PG
Genre: Supernatural/Mystery
Summary: The meeting with Murphy doesn’t go too well, but the boys are clever and they figure something out. Dean is not impressed with the Blue Beetle.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Kripke; Murphy and Dresden belong to Jim Butcher, and they both belong to many others. Unfortunately, I cannot claim ownership to anyone in the story.
Notes: This is chapter 3 of my continuing Dresden/Supernatural crossover, written for my fanfic 50 prompt table, located here. Also, this is the book universe of Dresden, not the TV universe.
Chapter 1; Chapter 2
Meeting the Wizard
After a minute, the door opened and Sam blinked in surprise. This Murphy was tiny, practically child-size really. And pretty, very pretty. And blonde. That being the case, he wasn’t surprised when two seconds later, Dean stepped in front of him.
"Hello, Karrin, isn’t it?"
She was already scowling and her scowl deepened. "You can call me Sergeant Murphy, or just Sergeant."
"Sorry," Sam muttered and Dean said the same. She stepped back from the door to let them in and tried with visible effort to relax. Sam knew that wouldn’t last once they started talking, but the questions had to be asked.
"What can I do for you?" She stepped behind her desk and straightened the objects on it almost compulsively. Sam noticed that a rather heavy-looking statue had made a hole in the wall closest to her chair and it was still lying on the floor.
"We’re looking for a Harry Dresden who works part-time for the department. We were told you were the one to contact." Dean was using his smoothest voice, his most polite and cultured persona, but Sam could tell by the tensing of Murphy’s shoulders that it wouldn’t make any difference. She whirled around and impaled both of them on a sharp glare.
"What do you want with Dresden?"
"Well, uh, we . . . ." Dean’s voice trailed off, unsure of what story they were going to tell, but Sam knew that there was no use even trying to get anything past her. She would see right through whatever lie they told her. Might as well go with the truth, or at least part of it.
"We read a newspaper article that said he was hunting demons. It interested us. We thought we’d come see what that was all about." Her blue-eyed gaze met his full on and when he didn’t flinch, she looked vaguely surprised but the worry lines around her mouth relaxed a little bit. Sam realized that whatever she was looking for in his eyes and hadn’t found somehow made her feel a little better.
"Why would you be interested in demons? You aren’t demons, are you?"
Sam laughed, completely caught off guard by her question. "Uh, no."
Dean felt the need, apparently, to get into her good graces, so he laughed heartily. "No, just two good-old American boys. That’s us."
"You’re not magical." This was said in such a matter-of-fact way that Sam noticed. It was not a question, but a statement. Dean, however, answered it as if she were asking.
"Nope. No such thing as magic, uh, Sergeant."
"Right." She drummed her fingers on the desk then settled down in her chair. "No magic." She looked them over carefully and Sam felt like squirming but forced himself to stand still. "Neither of you is a Knight or anything?" Again, Dean laughed but Sam just raised an eyebrow. He had no idea what she was talking about, but she was serious. "You’re not demons, or faeries, or uh, vampires? Because honestly you could probably pass." She flushed and Sam met her gaze squarely again. Whatever she was saying or wasn’t saying made perfect sense to her and if they wanted her help, they had to be completely honest. If she was used to dealing with those sorts of creatures, then telling her what they actually did probably wouldn’t throw her that much.
"None of those things. Nor are we ghosts. We’re just humans. But we’re demon hunters ourselves, Sergeant. And if this Dresden is hunting demons, then we want to see what he knows and tell him what we know and see if it can be a mutually beneficial meeting."
"Demon hunters?" She laughed at that and Dean punched him on the arm.
"Now she thinks we’re crazy! Why’d you go and say that?"
Sam didn’t answer but waited for a minute until Murphy shook her head and looked at him again. "You two . . . hunt demons? Without magic? That’s actually pretty funny." She stood up, crossed her office and opened the door, pointedly waiting for them to leave. "Pretty good lines up to that point, I’ve got to give you credit for that. However, I think Dresden’s got enough on his plate at the moment without siccing a fan club on him, so go back to whatever rock it is you crawled out from under. I’ll be sure not to tell him you stopped by."
"We’re not a fan club . . . ." Sam started to explain but her phone rang and she grabbed it off the desk with a violence that made him realize it was probably a waste of time arguing with her. "Come on, Dean. I don’t think there’s any point trying to convince her." Dean nodded in agreement and they walked out the door and shut it behind them, but not before they heard her raise her voice again to whomever was on the other end of the phone.
"She really does have a temper!" Dean said as they stared in amazement at the closed door as it practically rattled on its hinges. It was incredible to think that much anger could come out of such a small body. Such a small, attractive body, and Sam knew that Dean had been very aware of exactly how attractive every minute they were in there. She was cute and Sam didn’t think that he was imagining the fact that Sergeant Karrin Murphy had spent more time looking at him than at Dean. He didn’t mention that, though. Why cause problems?
By unspoken agreement they exited the police station and went out to the Impala, leaning against it while they thought about what they should do next. "Is it just me, Sammy, or was that one of the more surreal conversations you’ve ever had in your life?"
"It was pretty surreal."
"She obviously believes this Dresden does magic."
"Yep." Sam was thinking as hard as he could about what exactly Karrin Murphy had said in the office and what had made her dismiss them so quickly. "She would have accepted the demon hunting bit-"
"She laughed us out of there!"
"Only because we said we didn’t do it with magic. This Dresden guy’s got her pretty convinced. But she knows about demons, that’s for sure. She didn’t even blink when we mentioned them."
"Maybe you’re right, Sammy. But, we still need to find Dresden."
"I think if we’re just patient . . . he’ll either turn up or we can follow her. She did threaten to haul him in if he wasn’t here in an hour, and that was twenty minutes ago." Sam opened his door and slid into the seat, leaving it open so he could talk to Dean while he scribbled some notes. "I need to figure out what else she was talking about in there."
"Why? It was all . . . gibberish, wasn’t it? And what did she mean about us passing? Passing as what?"
"I don’t know what she meant. That’s why I need to figure it out."
"Well, you can’t go to the library now, for hell’s sake. If we’re hoping to catch Dresden if and when he shows up, we both have to stay right here."
"Dean, Dean, Dean. Come out of the dark ages and hand me the laptop."
"No. One of us needs to be paying attention every minute and I, at least, am starving. There’s a diner over there and hopefully they’ll have decent food. I’ll go get us something. You stay here and pay attention. No internet. I know how you get."
"Fine." Sam’s stomach growled right on cue. "I’ll pay attention until you get back. Then you get to-" He broke off as a sudden thought hit him. "Wait, how am I going to know that it’s him? I doubt he’ll show up carrying a broom and wearing a pointy wizard’s hat."
"Instinct. Just go with your gut -" Now it was Dean’s turn to break off suddenly. "What the hell is that thing?"
Sam turned his head to see what Dean was looking at and laughed. "It’s a car, Dean."
"You might call it a car, but I certainly wouldn’t." The car did look like it was on its last legs, er, wheels. It was barely wheezing as it pulled into the parking lot and every piece on the thing was a different color. The back window was shattered, one of the side windows was missing completely, and the engine compartment (which was located in the back since this had once been an old Volkswagen Beetle) was held together with what looked to Sam like a bungee cord.
"Not everyone can afford a nice car, Dean," but his brother didn’t answer. When the car stopped and the door opened, a very tall man stepped out. Very tall. He had Sam beat by at least two inches, maybe more like three, which meant he was probably at least a half foot taller than Dean and neither of them could be considered short. He had very dark hair and even though it was plenty warm outside in the middle of the day, he was wearing a long leather coat. He glanced over at the two of them, and Sam suddenly knew. "Dean, that’s him!" he stage-whispered.
Dean bent down and looked in the window. "What?"
"That’s the wizard!"
Dean stood back up, examined the man who had reached back into his car and grabbed a long staff out of the back seat, and bent back down to talk to Sam. "Wizarding obviously doesn’t pay well. But I think you’re right. And he is a nut. I can tell from here." He pushed away from the car and strode toward the so-called wizard. "You Harry Dresden?"
Dresden stopped but didn’t turn around. Sam was halfway out of his seat when he heard his answer. "Who’s asking?" The man’s voice was pleasant enough, but there was an undercurrent of power in it that sent chills down Sam’s spine. Whatever he said he was, Sam wouldn’t find it that hard to believe him.
"My name’s Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam. We wanted to talk to you about demons."
"Demons?" The man turned, looking briefly at both of them and their car behind them. Sam noticed that he didn’t actually meet their eyes.
"Yeah, specifically about killing them. Thought maybe we could-" Dean was interrupted by a loud screech of brakes as a police car squealed up next to Dresden and the window rolled down to show Sergeant Murphy driving.
"Dresden! You’re lucky you came in under your own power. I really wouldn’t have wanted to have to go get you!" Sam chuckled under his breath. The idea of that tiny little woman dragging that huge man into the police station against his will was absolutely ludicrous. She turned her glare onto both of them, though, and Sam stopped walking. Even Dean backed up a step. "And you two! I thought I told you to go back home!"
Fandom: Supernatural/Dresden Files crossover
Characters: Sam, Dean, Murphy, and Dresden
Prompt: #020, "Glare"
Word Count: 1850
Rating: PG
Genre: Supernatural/Mystery
Summary: The meeting with Murphy doesn’t go too well, but the boys are clever and they figure something out. Dean is not impressed with the Blue Beetle.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Kripke; Murphy and Dresden belong to Jim Butcher, and they both belong to many others. Unfortunately, I cannot claim ownership to anyone in the story.
Notes: This is chapter 3 of my continuing Dresden/Supernatural crossover, written for my fanfic 50 prompt table, located here. Also, this is the book universe of Dresden, not the TV universe.
Chapter 1; Chapter 2
Meeting the Wizard
After a minute, the door opened and Sam blinked in surprise. This Murphy was tiny, practically child-size really. And pretty, very pretty. And blonde. That being the case, he wasn’t surprised when two seconds later, Dean stepped in front of him.
"Hello, Karrin, isn’t it?"
She was already scowling and her scowl deepened. "You can call me Sergeant Murphy, or just Sergeant."
"Sorry," Sam muttered and Dean said the same. She stepped back from the door to let them in and tried with visible effort to relax. Sam knew that wouldn’t last once they started talking, but the questions had to be asked.
"What can I do for you?" She stepped behind her desk and straightened the objects on it almost compulsively. Sam noticed that a rather heavy-looking statue had made a hole in the wall closest to her chair and it was still lying on the floor.
"We’re looking for a Harry Dresden who works part-time for the department. We were told you were the one to contact." Dean was using his smoothest voice, his most polite and cultured persona, but Sam could tell by the tensing of Murphy’s shoulders that it wouldn’t make any difference. She whirled around and impaled both of them on a sharp glare.
"What do you want with Dresden?"
"Well, uh, we . . . ." Dean’s voice trailed off, unsure of what story they were going to tell, but Sam knew that there was no use even trying to get anything past her. She would see right through whatever lie they told her. Might as well go with the truth, or at least part of it.
"We read a newspaper article that said he was hunting demons. It interested us. We thought we’d come see what that was all about." Her blue-eyed gaze met his full on and when he didn’t flinch, she looked vaguely surprised but the worry lines around her mouth relaxed a little bit. Sam realized that whatever she was looking for in his eyes and hadn’t found somehow made her feel a little better.
"Why would you be interested in demons? You aren’t demons, are you?"
Sam laughed, completely caught off guard by her question. "Uh, no."
Dean felt the need, apparently, to get into her good graces, so he laughed heartily. "No, just two good-old American boys. That’s us."
"You’re not magical." This was said in such a matter-of-fact way that Sam noticed. It was not a question, but a statement. Dean, however, answered it as if she were asking.
"Nope. No such thing as magic, uh, Sergeant."
"Right." She drummed her fingers on the desk then settled down in her chair. "No magic." She looked them over carefully and Sam felt like squirming but forced himself to stand still. "Neither of you is a Knight or anything?" Again, Dean laughed but Sam just raised an eyebrow. He had no idea what she was talking about, but she was serious. "You’re not demons, or faeries, or uh, vampires? Because honestly you could probably pass." She flushed and Sam met her gaze squarely again. Whatever she was saying or wasn’t saying made perfect sense to her and if they wanted her help, they had to be completely honest. If she was used to dealing with those sorts of creatures, then telling her what they actually did probably wouldn’t throw her that much.
"None of those things. Nor are we ghosts. We’re just humans. But we’re demon hunters ourselves, Sergeant. And if this Dresden is hunting demons, then we want to see what he knows and tell him what we know and see if it can be a mutually beneficial meeting."
"Demon hunters?" She laughed at that and Dean punched him on the arm.
"Now she thinks we’re crazy! Why’d you go and say that?"
Sam didn’t answer but waited for a minute until Murphy shook her head and looked at him again. "You two . . . hunt demons? Without magic? That’s actually pretty funny." She stood up, crossed her office and opened the door, pointedly waiting for them to leave. "Pretty good lines up to that point, I’ve got to give you credit for that. However, I think Dresden’s got enough on his plate at the moment without siccing a fan club on him, so go back to whatever rock it is you crawled out from under. I’ll be sure not to tell him you stopped by."
"We’re not a fan club . . . ." Sam started to explain but her phone rang and she grabbed it off the desk with a violence that made him realize it was probably a waste of time arguing with her. "Come on, Dean. I don’t think there’s any point trying to convince her." Dean nodded in agreement and they walked out the door and shut it behind them, but not before they heard her raise her voice again to whomever was on the other end of the phone.
"She really does have a temper!" Dean said as they stared in amazement at the closed door as it practically rattled on its hinges. It was incredible to think that much anger could come out of such a small body. Such a small, attractive body, and Sam knew that Dean had been very aware of exactly how attractive every minute they were in there. She was cute and Sam didn’t think that he was imagining the fact that Sergeant Karrin Murphy had spent more time looking at him than at Dean. He didn’t mention that, though. Why cause problems?
By unspoken agreement they exited the police station and went out to the Impala, leaning against it while they thought about what they should do next. "Is it just me, Sammy, or was that one of the more surreal conversations you’ve ever had in your life?"
"It was pretty surreal."
"She obviously believes this Dresden does magic."
"Yep." Sam was thinking as hard as he could about what exactly Karrin Murphy had said in the office and what had made her dismiss them so quickly. "She would have accepted the demon hunting bit-"
"She laughed us out of there!"
"Only because we said we didn’t do it with magic. This Dresden guy’s got her pretty convinced. But she knows about demons, that’s for sure. She didn’t even blink when we mentioned them."
"Maybe you’re right, Sammy. But, we still need to find Dresden."
"I think if we’re just patient . . . he’ll either turn up or we can follow her. She did threaten to haul him in if he wasn’t here in an hour, and that was twenty minutes ago." Sam opened his door and slid into the seat, leaving it open so he could talk to Dean while he scribbled some notes. "I need to figure out what else she was talking about in there."
"Why? It was all . . . gibberish, wasn’t it? And what did she mean about us passing? Passing as what?"
"I don’t know what she meant. That’s why I need to figure it out."
"Well, you can’t go to the library now, for hell’s sake. If we’re hoping to catch Dresden if and when he shows up, we both have to stay right here."
"Dean, Dean, Dean. Come out of the dark ages and hand me the laptop."
"No. One of us needs to be paying attention every minute and I, at least, am starving. There’s a diner over there and hopefully they’ll have decent food. I’ll go get us something. You stay here and pay attention. No internet. I know how you get."
"Fine." Sam’s stomach growled right on cue. "I’ll pay attention until you get back. Then you get to-" He broke off as a sudden thought hit him. "Wait, how am I going to know that it’s him? I doubt he’ll show up carrying a broom and wearing a pointy wizard’s hat."
"Instinct. Just go with your gut -" Now it was Dean’s turn to break off suddenly. "What the hell is that thing?"
Sam turned his head to see what Dean was looking at and laughed. "It’s a car, Dean."
"You might call it a car, but I certainly wouldn’t." The car did look like it was on its last legs, er, wheels. It was barely wheezing as it pulled into the parking lot and every piece on the thing was a different color. The back window was shattered, one of the side windows was missing completely, and the engine compartment (which was located in the back since this had once been an old Volkswagen Beetle) was held together with what looked to Sam like a bungee cord.
"Not everyone can afford a nice car, Dean," but his brother didn’t answer. When the car stopped and the door opened, a very tall man stepped out. Very tall. He had Sam beat by at least two inches, maybe more like three, which meant he was probably at least a half foot taller than Dean and neither of them could be considered short. He had very dark hair and even though it was plenty warm outside in the middle of the day, he was wearing a long leather coat. He glanced over at the two of them, and Sam suddenly knew. "Dean, that’s him!" he stage-whispered.
Dean bent down and looked in the window. "What?"
"That’s the wizard!"
Dean stood back up, examined the man who had reached back into his car and grabbed a long staff out of the back seat, and bent back down to talk to Sam. "Wizarding obviously doesn’t pay well. But I think you’re right. And he is a nut. I can tell from here." He pushed away from the car and strode toward the so-called wizard. "You Harry Dresden?"
Dresden stopped but didn’t turn around. Sam was halfway out of his seat when he heard his answer. "Who’s asking?" The man’s voice was pleasant enough, but there was an undercurrent of power in it that sent chills down Sam’s spine. Whatever he said he was, Sam wouldn’t find it that hard to believe him.
"My name’s Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam. We wanted to talk to you about demons."
"Demons?" The man turned, looking briefly at both of them and their car behind them. Sam noticed that he didn’t actually meet their eyes.
"Yeah, specifically about killing them. Thought maybe we could-" Dean was interrupted by a loud screech of brakes as a police car squealed up next to Dresden and the window rolled down to show Sergeant Murphy driving.
"Dresden! You’re lucky you came in under your own power. I really wouldn’t have wanted to have to go get you!" Sam chuckled under his breath. The idea of that tiny little woman dragging that huge man into the police station against his will was absolutely ludicrous. She turned her glare onto both of them, though, and Sam stopped walking. Even Dean backed up a step. "And you two! I thought I told you to go back home!"