Supernatural fic
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trillianastraTitle: It's Like Looking In A Mirror, Only Not.
Fandom: Supernatural.
Prompt: SPN, Dean/Sam, Brit!Dean/Brit!Sam, "Um...what just happened?", at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Word Count: 1004
Warnings: Little bit of swearing.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is Eric Kripke's. Fix isn't mine either.
A/N: Er, yeah... well. This is a bit weird. Understandably. This is what a 1967 Jaguar looks like. The character Fix, who gets a brief mention, is also not mine - I borrowed him from the Mike Carey book "Dead Men's Boots".
Also, apparently my Muse thinks that Dean, if he was British, would be quite a lot like one John Constantine. I really don't know what to say to that.
~~~
“Remind me again why we had to come three thousand bloody miles for this?”
Sam rolled his eyes and shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of his jacket. “Because Fix’s contact heard that something big was going to happen.”
“And there’s no-one over here who could deal with it?”
“For the last time, no, not that I can tell.”
“Well, they ought to do something about that. Bloody yanks, can’t do anything right.” He took a half-empty packet of cigarettes out of his coat pocket, looking around. “Think it’s all right if I smoke here?”
Sam looked quizzically at his brother. “We’re in a car rental lot. Who’s going to complain?”
“Good point.” Dean lit a cigarette and took a long drag, then sighed. “That’s better. Now, let’s get a car and go find this place… what d’you say it was called?”
“Uh, Lawrence. In Kansas.”
“Lawrence? That’s not a name for a town. Like I said… bloody yanks.”
Sam could practically feel his patience wearing thin, and went to find someone who worked at the rental place. After a few minutes of negotiating, the car rental person handed them a contract and the keys to one of the vehicles in the front car park – according to the contract, a 1967 Chevy Impala.
The rental agent had told Sam that the car was a classic, and quite hard to find. He conceded that it seemed good, but doubted that it would be better than the ’67 Jaguar that got them around back home.
After two days of driving to get to Kansas, Sam was ready to a) admit that the Impala was actually a decent car, despite everything he’d heard about American cars and b) strangle his brother, who had spent the whole time complaining that the car just wasn’t as good as his, and in fact that the whole country of the US wasn’t as good. Fortunately, they had found Lawrence, Kansas, and managed to meet up with the contact Fix had put them in touch with, a psychic who said she’d seen a vision of a coven trying to raise a demon in the town. A quick location spell, and they were on their way to the source of the coven’s power.
Except that when they got there, they saw another ’67 Impala, just like their rental car, parked down the street from the house they were heading for. As they got out of the car, Sam glanced back at the other Impala, thinking that it was strange to see another car that looked so much like theirs, but not worrying about it.
The real shock came when he saw the two guys walking out of the house. Two guys who looked exactly like him and Dean. He signalled to Dean, who raised an eyebrow. Sam shouted to the two young guys. “Hi… could I talk to you?”
Their doubles looked over, and did simultaneous double-takes. The one who looked like Dean murmured to Sam’s counterpart. “You can see them too, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“What d’you think, shapeshifters?”
“Nah, shapeshifters wouldn’t be stupid enough to approach us in the street like this.”
“True.” The one-who-looked-like-Dean called back. “Er, hey. Who are you?”
Sam smiled in a way he hoped was reassuring. “Sam Colt. Over there’s my brother, Dean. Who are you?”
The Americans stared at them. The one that looked like Sam got his voice back first. “Uh, I’m Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean.”
Sam blinked. “You’re serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Er…” he didn’t really have a good answer to that. “Good point. Um, what are you doing here?”
The Winchesters looked at each other, then walked closer, so they could talk more quietly. “We came because there was a coven here trying to raise a demon. You?”
“Would you believe me if I said it was for the same reason?”
Dean (Winchester, that is) said “No, probably not. You’re a long way from home. Aren’t there enough things that go bump in the night on your side of the pond?”
Dean (his Dean) snorted. “More’n enough, thanks. We heard that there wasn’t anyone over here taking care of this kind of stuff.”
“Well, you heard wrong.” Dean (Winchester) retorted.
Sam looked at the American Sam, and they shared a look of sympathy that spoke reams on the subject of overbearingly irritating older brothers. Then he said “Well, looks like we had a wasted trip. Obviously you guys have things taken care of… we should probably get this car returned to the rental place.”
Dean added. “Good, can’t wait to get home.”
The American Dean was about to retort to that, when he caught sight of their car. “Stop right there. That’s your rental car?”
“Yeah…”
American Dean turned to his brother. “OK, that’s just spooky”, he said before turning back to them. “Our car is exactly the same make as yours.”
Sam nodded. “That is weird.”
The Winchesters spoke quietly for a moment, then the other Sam turned to them. “Er… seeing as you’re here… maybe we could go get a beer somewhere? Talk about… you know, what we do? It would probably cut down on things like this happening again.”
Sam looked at (his) Dean, who just shrugged and took another drag on his cigarette, which Sam took to mean “Do what you want, I don’t care”, so he agreed. The Winchesters knew a bar nearby, and Sam said they’d follow them there in their own car.
When they were back inside their rental car and following the other Impala, Dean dropped his cigarette stub out of the open window. “So… what happened back there, genius?”
Sam winced. He’d been waiting for this. “The contact was wrong.”
“Right. So you dragged us all the way over here on a wild-goose chase, basically.”
“Technically, you’re right.”
“Ri-ight. Well, any time we get information from one of Fix’s contacts in future, we take it with a really big pinch of salt, got it?”
“Yes, Dean.” Sam sighed wearily.
Fandom: Supernatural.
Prompt: SPN, Dean/Sam, Brit!Dean/Brit!Sam, "Um...what just happened?", at
comment_ficWord Count: 1004
Warnings: Little bit of swearing.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is Eric Kripke's. Fix isn't mine either.
A/N: Er, yeah... well. This is a bit weird. Understandably. This is what a 1967 Jaguar looks like. The character Fix, who gets a brief mention, is also not mine - I borrowed him from the Mike Carey book "Dead Men's Boots".
Also, apparently my Muse thinks that Dean, if he was British, would be quite a lot like one John Constantine. I really don't know what to say to that.
~~~
“Remind me again why we had to come three thousand bloody miles for this?”
Sam rolled his eyes and shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of his jacket. “Because Fix’s contact heard that something big was going to happen.”
“And there’s no-one over here who could deal with it?”
“For the last time, no, not that I can tell.”
“Well, they ought to do something about that. Bloody yanks, can’t do anything right.” He took a half-empty packet of cigarettes out of his coat pocket, looking around. “Think it’s all right if I smoke here?”
Sam looked quizzically at his brother. “We’re in a car rental lot. Who’s going to complain?”
“Good point.” Dean lit a cigarette and took a long drag, then sighed. “That’s better. Now, let’s get a car and go find this place… what d’you say it was called?”
“Uh, Lawrence. In Kansas.”
“Lawrence? That’s not a name for a town. Like I said… bloody yanks.”
Sam could practically feel his patience wearing thin, and went to find someone who worked at the rental place. After a few minutes of negotiating, the car rental person handed them a contract and the keys to one of the vehicles in the front car park – according to the contract, a 1967 Chevy Impala.
The rental agent had told Sam that the car was a classic, and quite hard to find. He conceded that it seemed good, but doubted that it would be better than the ’67 Jaguar that got them around back home.
After two days of driving to get to Kansas, Sam was ready to a) admit that the Impala was actually a decent car, despite everything he’d heard about American cars and b) strangle his brother, who had spent the whole time complaining that the car just wasn’t as good as his, and in fact that the whole country of the US wasn’t as good. Fortunately, they had found Lawrence, Kansas, and managed to meet up with the contact Fix had put them in touch with, a psychic who said she’d seen a vision of a coven trying to raise a demon in the town. A quick location spell, and they were on their way to the source of the coven’s power.
Except that when they got there, they saw another ’67 Impala, just like their rental car, parked down the street from the house they were heading for. As they got out of the car, Sam glanced back at the other Impala, thinking that it was strange to see another car that looked so much like theirs, but not worrying about it.
The real shock came when he saw the two guys walking out of the house. Two guys who looked exactly like him and Dean. He signalled to Dean, who raised an eyebrow. Sam shouted to the two young guys. “Hi… could I talk to you?”
Their doubles looked over, and did simultaneous double-takes. The one who looked like Dean murmured to Sam’s counterpart. “You can see them too, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“What d’you think, shapeshifters?”
“Nah, shapeshifters wouldn’t be stupid enough to approach us in the street like this.”
“True.” The one-who-looked-like-Dean called back. “Er, hey. Who are you?”
Sam smiled in a way he hoped was reassuring. “Sam Colt. Over there’s my brother, Dean. Who are you?”
The Americans stared at them. The one that looked like Sam got his voice back first. “Uh, I’m Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean.”
Sam blinked. “You’re serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Er…” he didn’t really have a good answer to that. “Good point. Um, what are you doing here?”
The Winchesters looked at each other, then walked closer, so they could talk more quietly. “We came because there was a coven here trying to raise a demon. You?”
“Would you believe me if I said it was for the same reason?”
Dean (Winchester, that is) said “No, probably not. You’re a long way from home. Aren’t there enough things that go bump in the night on your side of the pond?”
Dean (his Dean) snorted. “More’n enough, thanks. We heard that there wasn’t anyone over here taking care of this kind of stuff.”
“Well, you heard wrong.” Dean (Winchester) retorted.
Sam looked at the American Sam, and they shared a look of sympathy that spoke reams on the subject of overbearingly irritating older brothers. Then he said “Well, looks like we had a wasted trip. Obviously you guys have things taken care of… we should probably get this car returned to the rental place.”
Dean added. “Good, can’t wait to get home.”
The American Dean was about to retort to that, when he caught sight of their car. “Stop right there. That’s your rental car?”
“Yeah…”
American Dean turned to his brother. “OK, that’s just spooky”, he said before turning back to them. “Our car is exactly the same make as yours.”
Sam nodded. “That is weird.”
The Winchesters spoke quietly for a moment, then the other Sam turned to them. “Er… seeing as you’re here… maybe we could go get a beer somewhere? Talk about… you know, what we do? It would probably cut down on things like this happening again.”
Sam looked at (his) Dean, who just shrugged and took another drag on his cigarette, which Sam took to mean “Do what you want, I don’t care”, so he agreed. The Winchesters knew a bar nearby, and Sam said they’d follow them there in their own car.
When they were back inside their rental car and following the other Impala, Dean dropped his cigarette stub out of the open window. “So… what happened back there, genius?”
Sam winced. He’d been waiting for this. “The contact was wrong.”
“Right. So you dragged us all the way over here on a wild-goose chase, basically.”
“Technically, you’re right.”
“Ri-ight. Well, any time we get information from one of Fix’s contacts in future, we take it with a really big pinch of salt, got it?”
“Yes, Dean.” Sam sighed wearily.
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Date: 2009-04-30 04:48 pm (UTC)I get crazy ideas like this too... except mine are usually for really weird crossovers. As for this... I'm slightly tempted to expand on it a bit, seeing as the Muse doesn't seem to want to let go of Brit!Dean and Brit!Sam just yet. So there may be more, possibly...