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rivulet027 May. 31st, 2020 04:51 am)
rivulet027 May. 31st, 2020 04:51 am)Title: Complications and Trouble
Fandom: Wynonna Earp, Teen Wolf, Supernatural
Pairing: Waveryly/Nicole (established), Dean/Cas (developing)
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Wynonna Earp, Teen Wolf, or Supernatural. None of these fandoms is my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Post S1 Wynonna Earp. Waverly goes searching for her heritage. She asks her friends Stiles and Sam for help.
A/N: This fic is my friend Leah's fault, hence it's a gift for her. I said there were two crossover fics I wanted to write after finishing S1 of Wynonna Earp and she told me to. Somehow they got combined into one fic. I haven't seen S2 (Wynonna Earp) yet because I decided to reward myself with watching the season after I finished this. I haven't seen past S5 for Supernatural and have only seen up to part of S3 for Teen Wolf.
Chapter 2:
Sam turns in his seat when both Stiles and Cas fall silent at the same moment. Stiles is leaning into Cas’ space so that he can look around Sam out the window. Sam turns to follow Stiles’ view. He doesn’t see anything but the empty road and the wilderness surrounding it.
“Dean,” Cas commands. “Pull over.”
Dean pulls over to the side of the road as he asks, “Why’d you stop chatting?”
“Chatting?” Cas repeats back.
“Yeah,” Dean teases. “I can’t tell if Stiles is keeping you occupied or if you’re keeping him occupied.”
“Don’t be jealous,” Stiles says absently, giving Sam a light push on the shoulder so he’ll move and stop blocking the window.
“There’s a barrier surrounding the town,” Cas tells them.
“We knew this,” Sam reminds.
“Yes,” Cas agrees.
“Why do I get the feeling you can see this more clearly than I can?” Stiles frowns before he scrambles from the car.
“I’m concerned that Sam will have difficulties,” Cas continues when it becomes clear Stiles doesn’t expect an answer and is slowly approaching the barrier.
“Me?”
“Due to the manner in which you made yourself unclean,” Cas explains.
Sam frowns, glances towards where Stiles is standing several feet from the car, then turns back to Cas and starts to protest, “That was…”
Dean slaps Sam’s shoulder then turns in his seat to look at Cas. “How do we know it’s safe?”
Cas steps out of the Impala, then leans back in to look at Sam. “I’ll show you where the barrier is, go past. If you’re hurt I’ll heal you.”
He shut the door before Dean and Sam can protest. They watch as Cas joins Stiles.
“He really doesn’t…” Sam frowns.
Dean glares at Sam, “Don’t be a whiny little bitch.”
Dean pushes out of the Impala and stalks over to Cas and Stiles. Sam steps out, intent on reminding Dean he’s shorter.
“You sure he’ll be okay?” Dean demands.
Sam swallows his protests. Cas tilts his head, gaze intent. Dean shifts closer to Cas. Stiles frowns at the two of them.
“I’ll take care of your brother,” Cas reassures.
They all turn to look at him. Sam shuts his door and takes a deep breath, hoping this won’t hurt. He walks towards them trying to quell his nerves and guilt. When he passes through the barrier it fizzes through him leaving a vague itch under his skin.
“Well?” Dean pushes.
“You couldn’t tell?” Sam asks.
“Anyone want to provide an explanation?” Stiles jumps in.
“No,” Dean scowls, before he’s stepping close. Sam stills as his brother checks him over. He wants to protest, wants to say he doesn’t need Dean’s overprotective routine, but in this moment it’s a balm for his suddenly frayed nerves.
“I’m fine,” Sam reassures.
“Really, an explanation would be appreciated,” Stiles pushes.
“I’m not a demon,” Sam reassures.
The annoyance on Stiles face says that wasn’t one of his worries. He waves his hand at Cas, then crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows. Dean shakes his head, tugs on Cas’ coat, and the two head back to the Impala.
“Cas is Cas,” Sam shrugs. “I had some encounters with demons that made them worry about this.”
“That tells me nothing,” Stiles grumbles. “I can’t fix anything if I don’t know what the problem is.”
“There isn’t anything for you to fix,” Sam tries, still ignoring the itch that is just there, a steady thrum. He’s fine. He has to be fine, he’s not the one who needs help right now.
“I can’t research what I don’t know,” Stiles rewords.
“Waverly is the one that needs help right now,” Sam reminds.
Stiles studies him briefly before giving him a huff of frustration and heading towards the car.
~~~~~*****~~~~~*****~~~~~
Wynonna leans close to Doc as Waverly’s friends arrive. She’s not sure how she feels about strangers digging into her family’s past, but Waverly has known Sam and Stiles for years, she trusts them, and Wynonna trusts her sister. Her eyes shift over all of them accessing, wondering not for the first time just how worthy of her sister’s trust they are.
Doc’s voice is a low rumble, meant only for her ears. “They already helped us get her back.”
Wynonna nods tightly, she doesn’t want to dwell on the terror of having her sister possessed by a demon. That Waverly had already anticipated that problem as a possibility and set up contingencies makes Wynonna wonder just what else Sam and Stiles have researched with her sister over the years.
“Maybe once this is settled they would find themselves willing to help us with our Dolls problem,” Doc continues.
That they don’t have any idea where Dolls is being kept stings too. Wynonna pushes down the worry for him as she tempers, “If we decide we can trust them.”
Wynonna wants to get to know them better before she lets them into her confidence.
Still, she leans into Doc and teases, “The shorter one, think Waverly might be right when she described him like you.”
“Pot, kettle,” Doc smirks.
Wynonna raises her eyebrows in concession, giving into a smile, before she turns to take in Dean again. Her sister really did describe them well, she knows immediately who they are. Dean, judging by the way he moves, then accesses her, eyes traveling up her slowly while giving her a flirty smile could easily be her, if she was a guy. The thought causes some of the tension in her shoulder to ease.
Dean turns to regard the man, who has to be Castiel, standing on the other side of the car from where Sam, Stiles, Waverly, and Nicole are chatting. He takes a step towards Castiel, who Waverly doesn’t know well, then stops when Castiel looks at him with a head tilt. Dean nods before coming towards her and Doc.
“Best leave you to it,” Doc murmurs before rests a reassuring hand on her lower back. In a louder tone he states, “Think I’ll go introduce myself to the other fish out of water.”
Doc steps off the porch, turns to give her a smirk, then turns back around so he can pass Dean as he heads towards Castiel. Dean turns to watch Doc briefly before he’s giving her another flirty smile and introducing himself. Okay, like her if she was bisexual and a guy. She thinks. Wynonna crosses her arms and raises her eyebrows.
Dean raises his eyebrows. “Who’s your friend?”
“Who’s yours?”
Dean looks momentarily confused before he asks, “Who? Cas?”
“Yes.”
Dean shrugs. “A man needs friends.”
“Is he a good one?”
Dean either ignores what she’s implying or doesn’t catch it. “About as good as they come. Sam knows Waverly and she’s talked about you, but your friend…”
“Doc is a good friend too.” Wynonna smirks wondering briefly if Doc would enjoy what she just implied as she watches the question and teasing brew on Dean’s face. “It’s a family tradition, always have to have a friend we nickname that.”
“Do they always have to look like they’ve stepped out of a history book with their cosplay?”
“Yours is in a suit and trench-coat.”
“Point taken.”
Wynonna smiles. Dean smiles back. This could be fun.
~~~~~*****~~~~~*****~~~~~
Cas watches over the hood of the Impala as Sam and Stiles meet Waverly for the first time. There’s hugging and rapid pace chatting before she’s introducing them to her girlfriend, Nicole. Briefly he’s comforted that the Impala is between them and he isn’t being pulled into their circle. Dean shifts closer, obviously aware that he’s uncomfortable, but Cas tilts his head in an attempt to indicate that he’s not about to be done in by overenthusiastic greetings. Dean regards him briefly, eyes sweeping over him, accessing, before he nods and heads towards the porch, just as the man standing their steps down and turns to comment to the women, then heads towards Cas.
Dean’s eyes travel up and down appraisingly as the man passes, before he turns back to greet the woman on the porch. The man smiles as he greets Cas and holds out his hand. He’s old. Cas is still older, but after Cas he’s the oldest one of the group, except they both look young. Cas isn’t sensing that he’ll be a danger, but he takes the man’s hand regardless.
John’s immortal, that much Cas can tell, but how this came to be Cas isn’t sure. There’s something else. Protection? One of his brother’s has healed this man a long time ago and there’s protection there. Gabriel. Cas breath catches. Gabriel had healed this man when he was near death, and there is protection there, but that isn’t the cause of John’s immortality, which has a darker more sinister taste. John paid a great price so that he wouldn’t die. For a moment it’s slightly overwhelming, then John’s other hand comes up and encloses Cas. He blinks and looks down to where he’s still shaking John’s hand, where John’s other hand is now covering the back of his. John leans in to catch his eyes, says something about how beautiful his eyes are under his breathe, then smiles reassuringly. Cas blinks long and slow as he realizes he’s held onto this man more than is socially appropriate.
“My apologize John,” Cas soothes as he attempts to take his hand back.
He gets another disarming smile for his trouble as John squeezes his hand, “Was hoping you’d see fit to share your name with me.”
“I am Castiel.”
Dean is striding purposely towards them, “Cas! You alright?”
“Dean prefers to call me Cas,” Cas finds himself say. “You may as well.”
John grins as he slowly releases Cas’ hand. “Now normally I’d say I prefer Doc, but I like the way you say my name.”
Cas nods, suspicions about who it is he’s talking to confirmed. “If you prefer Doc then that’s what I’ll call you.”
Doc grins. Cas quicks his lips upwards in response then turns to reassures Dean that he's alright. He glances at Doc and decides it would be inappropriate to reveal what he’s learned to Dean while Sam, Stiles, Waverly, and Nicole are moving around the Impala to greet them. Waverly holds out her hand, grinning.
Cas knows that grin. He shifts back so that his shoulder’s brushes against Dean’s. Sam’s brow crinkles as he looks at Cas.
“Didn’t think you’d want a hug,” Waverly says.
Dean glances at him, then takes Waverly’s hand introducing both of them as her sister joins them. Waverly turns curious eyes towards him and Cas isn’t sure what to say. He wants to reach out and touch Dean. He knows her smile, but only because he knows every molecule of Dean’s being. He’s rebuilt that smile and it’s disconcerting now to see it on another face, especially since they are here to find clues to Waverly’s heritage. What would another Winchester mean? After what happened to Adam Cas isn’t sure he’s ready to find out.
Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4]
Fandom: Wynonna Earp, Teen Wolf, Supernatural
Pairing: Waveryly/Nicole (established), Dean/Cas (developing)
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Wynonna Earp, Teen Wolf, or Supernatural. None of these fandoms is my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Post S1 Wynonna Earp. Waverly goes searching for her heritage. She asks her friends Stiles and Sam for help.
A/N: This fic is my friend Leah's fault, hence it's a gift for her. I said there were two crossover fics I wanted to write after finishing S1 of Wynonna Earp and she told me to. Somehow they got combined into one fic. I haven't seen S2 (Wynonna Earp) yet because I decided to reward myself with watching the season after I finished this. I haven't seen past S5 for Supernatural and have only seen up to part of S3 for Teen Wolf.
Chapter 2:
Sam turns in his seat when both Stiles and Cas fall silent at the same moment. Stiles is leaning into Cas’ space so that he can look around Sam out the window. Sam turns to follow Stiles’ view. He doesn’t see anything but the empty road and the wilderness surrounding it.
“Dean,” Cas commands. “Pull over.”
Dean pulls over to the side of the road as he asks, “Why’d you stop chatting?”
“Chatting?” Cas repeats back.
“Yeah,” Dean teases. “I can’t tell if Stiles is keeping you occupied or if you’re keeping him occupied.”
“Don’t be jealous,” Stiles says absently, giving Sam a light push on the shoulder so he’ll move and stop blocking the window.
“There’s a barrier surrounding the town,” Cas tells them.
“We knew this,” Sam reminds.
“Yes,” Cas agrees.
“Why do I get the feeling you can see this more clearly than I can?” Stiles frowns before he scrambles from the car.
“I’m concerned that Sam will have difficulties,” Cas continues when it becomes clear Stiles doesn’t expect an answer and is slowly approaching the barrier.
“Me?”
“Due to the manner in which you made yourself unclean,” Cas explains.
Sam frowns, glances towards where Stiles is standing several feet from the car, then turns back to Cas and starts to protest, “That was…”
Dean slaps Sam’s shoulder then turns in his seat to look at Cas. “How do we know it’s safe?”
Cas steps out of the Impala, then leans back in to look at Sam. “I’ll show you where the barrier is, go past. If you’re hurt I’ll heal you.”
He shut the door before Dean and Sam can protest. They watch as Cas joins Stiles.
“He really doesn’t…” Sam frowns.
Dean glares at Sam, “Don’t be a whiny little bitch.”
Dean pushes out of the Impala and stalks over to Cas and Stiles. Sam steps out, intent on reminding Dean he’s shorter.
“You sure he’ll be okay?” Dean demands.
Sam swallows his protests. Cas tilts his head, gaze intent. Dean shifts closer to Cas. Stiles frowns at the two of them.
“I’ll take care of your brother,” Cas reassures.
They all turn to look at him. Sam shuts his door and takes a deep breath, hoping this won’t hurt. He walks towards them trying to quell his nerves and guilt. When he passes through the barrier it fizzes through him leaving a vague itch under his skin.
“Well?” Dean pushes.
“You couldn’t tell?” Sam asks.
“Anyone want to provide an explanation?” Stiles jumps in.
“No,” Dean scowls, before he’s stepping close. Sam stills as his brother checks him over. He wants to protest, wants to say he doesn’t need Dean’s overprotective routine, but in this moment it’s a balm for his suddenly frayed nerves.
“I’m fine,” Sam reassures.
“Really, an explanation would be appreciated,” Stiles pushes.
“I’m not a demon,” Sam reassures.
The annoyance on Stiles face says that wasn’t one of his worries. He waves his hand at Cas, then crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows. Dean shakes his head, tugs on Cas’ coat, and the two head back to the Impala.
“Cas is Cas,” Sam shrugs. “I had some encounters with demons that made them worry about this.”
“That tells me nothing,” Stiles grumbles. “I can’t fix anything if I don’t know what the problem is.”
“There isn’t anything for you to fix,” Sam tries, still ignoring the itch that is just there, a steady thrum. He’s fine. He has to be fine, he’s not the one who needs help right now.
“I can’t research what I don’t know,” Stiles rewords.
“Waverly is the one that needs help right now,” Sam reminds.
Stiles studies him briefly before giving him a huff of frustration and heading towards the car.
~~~~~*****~~~~~*****~~~~~
Wynonna leans close to Doc as Waverly’s friends arrive. She’s not sure how she feels about strangers digging into her family’s past, but Waverly has known Sam and Stiles for years, she trusts them, and Wynonna trusts her sister. Her eyes shift over all of them accessing, wondering not for the first time just how worthy of her sister’s trust they are.
Doc’s voice is a low rumble, meant only for her ears. “They already helped us get her back.”
Wynonna nods tightly, she doesn’t want to dwell on the terror of having her sister possessed by a demon. That Waverly had already anticipated that problem as a possibility and set up contingencies makes Wynonna wonder just what else Sam and Stiles have researched with her sister over the years.
“Maybe once this is settled they would find themselves willing to help us with our Dolls problem,” Doc continues.
That they don’t have any idea where Dolls is being kept stings too. Wynonna pushes down the worry for him as she tempers, “If we decide we can trust them.”
Wynonna wants to get to know them better before she lets them into her confidence.
Still, she leans into Doc and teases, “The shorter one, think Waverly might be right when she described him like you.”
“Pot, kettle,” Doc smirks.
Wynonna raises her eyebrows in concession, giving into a smile, before she turns to take in Dean again. Her sister really did describe them well, she knows immediately who they are. Dean, judging by the way he moves, then accesses her, eyes traveling up her slowly while giving her a flirty smile could easily be her, if she was a guy. The thought causes some of the tension in her shoulder to ease.
Dean turns to regard the man, who has to be Castiel, standing on the other side of the car from where Sam, Stiles, Waverly, and Nicole are chatting. He takes a step towards Castiel, who Waverly doesn’t know well, then stops when Castiel looks at him with a head tilt. Dean nods before coming towards her and Doc.
“Best leave you to it,” Doc murmurs before rests a reassuring hand on her lower back. In a louder tone he states, “Think I’ll go introduce myself to the other fish out of water.”
Doc steps off the porch, turns to give her a smirk, then turns back around so he can pass Dean as he heads towards Castiel. Dean turns to watch Doc briefly before he’s giving her another flirty smile and introducing himself. Okay, like her if she was bisexual and a guy. She thinks. Wynonna crosses her arms and raises her eyebrows.
Dean raises his eyebrows. “Who’s your friend?”
“Who’s yours?”
Dean looks momentarily confused before he asks, “Who? Cas?”
“Yes.”
Dean shrugs. “A man needs friends.”
“Is he a good one?”
Dean either ignores what she’s implying or doesn’t catch it. “About as good as they come. Sam knows Waverly and she’s talked about you, but your friend…”
“Doc is a good friend too.” Wynonna smirks wondering briefly if Doc would enjoy what she just implied as she watches the question and teasing brew on Dean’s face. “It’s a family tradition, always have to have a friend we nickname that.”
“Do they always have to look like they’ve stepped out of a history book with their cosplay?”
“Yours is in a suit and trench-coat.”
“Point taken.”
Wynonna smiles. Dean smiles back. This could be fun.
~~~~~*****~~~~~*****~~~~~
Cas watches over the hood of the Impala as Sam and Stiles meet Waverly for the first time. There’s hugging and rapid pace chatting before she’s introducing them to her girlfriend, Nicole. Briefly he’s comforted that the Impala is between them and he isn’t being pulled into their circle. Dean shifts closer, obviously aware that he’s uncomfortable, but Cas tilts his head in an attempt to indicate that he’s not about to be done in by overenthusiastic greetings. Dean regards him briefly, eyes sweeping over him, accessing, before he nods and heads towards the porch, just as the man standing their steps down and turns to comment to the women, then heads towards Cas.
Dean’s eyes travel up and down appraisingly as the man passes, before he turns back to greet the woman on the porch. The man smiles as he greets Cas and holds out his hand. He’s old. Cas is still older, but after Cas he’s the oldest one of the group, except they both look young. Cas isn’t sensing that he’ll be a danger, but he takes the man’s hand regardless.
John’s immortal, that much Cas can tell, but how this came to be Cas isn’t sure. There’s something else. Protection? One of his brother’s has healed this man a long time ago and there’s protection there. Gabriel. Cas breath catches. Gabriel had healed this man when he was near death, and there is protection there, but that isn’t the cause of John’s immortality, which has a darker more sinister taste. John paid a great price so that he wouldn’t die. For a moment it’s slightly overwhelming, then John’s other hand comes up and encloses Cas. He blinks and looks down to where he’s still shaking John’s hand, where John’s other hand is now covering the back of his. John leans in to catch his eyes, says something about how beautiful his eyes are under his breathe, then smiles reassuringly. Cas blinks long and slow as he realizes he’s held onto this man more than is socially appropriate.
“My apologize John,” Cas soothes as he attempts to take his hand back.
He gets another disarming smile for his trouble as John squeezes his hand, “Was hoping you’d see fit to share your name with me.”
“I am Castiel.”
Dean is striding purposely towards them, “Cas! You alright?”
“Dean prefers to call me Cas,” Cas finds himself say. “You may as well.”
John grins as he slowly releases Cas’ hand. “Now normally I’d say I prefer Doc, but I like the way you say my name.”
Cas nods, suspicions about who it is he’s talking to confirmed. “If you prefer Doc then that’s what I’ll call you.”
Doc grins. Cas quicks his lips upwards in response then turns to reassures Dean that he's alright. He glances at Doc and decides it would be inappropriate to reveal what he’s learned to Dean while Sam, Stiles, Waverly, and Nicole are moving around the Impala to greet them. Waverly holds out her hand, grinning.
Cas knows that grin. He shifts back so that his shoulder’s brushes against Dean’s. Sam’s brow crinkles as he looks at Cas.
“Didn’t think you’d want a hug,” Waverly says.
Dean glances at him, then takes Waverly’s hand introducing both of them as her sister joins them. Waverly turns curious eyes towards him and Cas isn’t sure what to say. He wants to reach out and touch Dean. He knows her smile, but only because he knows every molecule of Dean’s being. He’s rebuilt that smile and it’s disconcerting now to see it on another face, especially since they are here to find clues to Waverly’s heritage. What would another Winchester mean? After what happened to Adam Cas isn’t sure he’s ready to find out.
Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4]