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rivulet027 Jul. 17th, 2020 03:27 am)
rivulet027 Jul. 17th, 2020 03:27 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 3:
Wynonna walks into the kitchen happy that her sister is able to spend time with her girlfriend and friends, while also feeling unsettled that she doesn’t know what they’ll find about Waverly’s parentage. They might have defeated Bobo, but they’ve lost Dolls, and she’s not prepared for her sister to be in danger. At least with a group this big everyone had decided on pizza easily enough and picking it up allows them the excuse of settling everyone in for the night, they can put off starting their search till the morning.
Wynonna pauses as she takes Dean, Cas, and Doc in, more specifically at the way Doc is sitting across from Cas with cards passed out between them. Doc is clearly explaining poker to Cas.
Dean turns towards her. “Sam and Stiles getting along?”
“Waverly’s got them and Nicole’s a cop,” Wynonna reassures, before she glares at Doc. “No.”
Doc looks up at her laughter and mischief in his eyes.
“No poker,” Wynonna reiterates.
“Heard there’s this newfangled version called strip poker,” Doc teases.
“So we can wind up naked while you gloat?” Wynonna shakes her head.
“Well,” Doc drawls with a smirk. “I wouldn’t be complaining.”
Dean raises an eyebrow at her with a slight smirk. “I wouldn’t complain either.”
Wynonna laughs, before getting a bottle of whiskey and settings it on the table. She plunks four glasses next to the bottle before she settles across from Dean. “Heard we have the same coping skills.”
Dean opens the bottle and starts to dole out it out between the glasses. “Never heard my vices call that.”
“Didn’t say they were healthy,” Wynonna points out.
Dean agrees, then asks, “So what do you think we’re going to find?”
Doc rounds the table, grabs his glass and pushes Cas’ towards him. He drops into the chair next to Wynonna and across from Cas before he starts passing out the rest of the cards in the deck.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she stalls, before taking a sip from her glass.
“Gonna teach him that game Waverly likes,” Doc shrugs.
“It amuses her she got to teach you a card game,” Wynonna agrees. “War is fine.”
Dean doesn’t comment as Cas begins to ask questions as he takes his cards, but he’s watching her and his gaze is less flirty than before.
“She’s my sister,” Wynonna tells Dean. “I remember mom being pregnant with her and Bobo told her she isn’t an Earp, so if he was telling the truth than she’s got a different dad. We just need to figure it out. First place to start would be sorting through the paperwork that might have our birth certificates.”
“Bobo?” Dean asks, laughter in his question.
Wynonna smiles at the absurdity of it. “He had a fur coat too.”
Dean shakes his head slightly, grinning. They both take a sip of their drinks as they watch Cas and Doc play. Dean peeks a few glances at her, questions still on his face.
“Ask,” she tells him.
Dean glances at Doc, who just makes a motion with his hand for Dean to talk without looking away from his game with Cas.
“The thing I don’t get,” Dean starts slowly. “If you didn’t come into your powers, abilities, until you were twenty-seven, how come the Revenants didn’t just kill you before that?”
Wynonna takes a slow long drink of her whiskey, then wets her lips. “They tried.”
Doc stills, turning slightly to look at her, brow knitting together.
Wynonna sighs as she realizes Doc’s expecting her to elaborate. “Worst of it was on a psych unit. Revenant killed some of the staff and the patients. Big burly pyro stuffed me and a pregnant nurse into the laundry room, then loudly got everyone else out. Revenant followed them, probably thought I was with them. After that I kept moving. Never felt safe if I hung around in one place too long. I figured out what worked for me to stay out of the hospital too.”
Wynonna stares down at her whiskey, not wanting to see pity or sympathy in their eyes.
“Get drunk a lot?” Dean teases and even though it’s obvious he’s trying to break the tension Wynonna is grateful.
“Like I said,” Wynonna smiles wistfully. “Don’t always have healthy coping skills.”
*****~~~~~*****~~~~~******
Stiles peers over the back of the couch so he can take in Dean, Wynonna, Cas, and Doc drinking and playing cards in the kitchen. He’s not going to comment on Doc’s name, he’s not. “Anyone else feel like they got regulated to the kid’s table?”
Sam rubs his arms as he takes his eyes away from the TV to glance at his brother. He drops his arms and shrugs. “We got the TV.”
“And the last of the pizza,” Nicole adds as she takes another slice before leaning back against Waverly in the large cushy chair their sharing.
Waverly wraps an arm around Nicole, then sighs as she rests her chin on her girlfriend’s shoulder. “I need answers, but it’s not something I want to face tonight. Tonight I just want to relax with my friends.”
Nicole reaches up to squeeze Waverly’s hand. “You’re still you, whatever else we find, you’re still you.”
“I know,” Waverly agrees quietly. “I’m trying to hold onto that, but I can’t shake the feeling that all we’re going to find is complications and trouble.”
“We’ll figure that out too,” Sam promises as he rubs the back of his head. “If it comes to that.”
Stiles agrees, “Between the three of us no stone will be left unturned.”
Stiles smiles at the good natured teasing that follows his declaration, but the next day he’s still trying to hold onto that thought. He wraps a comforting arm around Waverly as they survey the stack of boxes in the attic. “I get that you want Nicole here, but the sooner we get started the sooner we’ll find something.”
“We’d have been too tired last night,” Waverly agrees. “She had to work today.”
“Letting us get sleep and breakfast was the best part of this plan,” Stiles agrees.
“I was stalling. Wynonna and I both were,” she admits. “What if I don’t like what we find? I kinda always assumed that if something happened to Wynonna I could pick up Peacemaker and if I’m not an Earp…”
“You are,” Wynonna interrupts as she joins them. “You’re my sister.”
“Family isn’t always blood,” Sam offers from the bottom of the stairs to the attic.
“Dude, you sound like Bobby,” Dean teases from behind Sam.
“Bobby’s usually right about things,” Sam points out.
Dean agrees. Stiles shakes his head with a fond smile.
“I don’t think it works like that,” Waverly sighs. “I know what you’re saying. Wynonna, you’ll always be my sister, but…”
“Can we not get into a scenario where I wind up dead?” Wynonna cuts in.
“I don’t want to think about it either,” Waverly tells her.
Wynonna sighs. “If I go, there’s no other heir.”
“And there’s nothing stopping the Revenants,” Doc concludes as he takes a step onto the staircase.
“So we help,” Dean offers.
“I’m on summer break,” Stiles agrees, wondering what Derek and Scott are going to say about him staying away all summer. More importantly, what is his dad going to say? He glances down the stairs, then takes in the boxes again. Dean grumbles something to Cas.
“Stiles will take care of telling us where to look,” Cas answers.
Stiles nods, grateful that someone believes enough in the magic he’s still learning how to wield. He asks Waverly if he can take her hand, it’ll help him concentrate on her, on the question she’s trying to an answer to. Her fingers thread through his, then she gives his hand a grateful squeeze. He gives her one back, thankful that she believes in him and hoping he can live up to it. He closes his eyes, reaching out with his mind for the information they need. He might not be able to find exactly what they need, but he should be able to find the general vicinity that it’s in, which should narrow their search considerably. He turns slightly, points and opens his eyes. “There, well somewhere in that stack of boxes.”
He’s better at finding people than information. He hopes he got this right. He smiles down gratefully when Waverly gives his hand another squeeze. Doc starts up the stairs to help them form a chain that can pass the boxes down to Willa’s old bedroom.
~~~~~*****~~~~~*****~~~~~
Sam leans back in his chair after he sets the box that he’s gone through into the stack they’re starting by the door. Stiles had narrowed down the area they needed to look in, but there are still many boxes to go through. He glances over to where Dean is complaining to Cas that he needs to help. Cas blinks slowly, then stares at Dean darkly, clearly willing Dean to understand whatever point he’s been trying to make.
Sam glances at the stack of boxes they haven’t gone through yet. Wynonna grabs the box he just went through and starts to haul it out of the room.
“Doc?” Sam asks.
Wynonna pauses, “Taking a moment for some fresh air, then putting some drinks together for us.”
“We already have tea and lemonade in the fridge,” Waverly reassures from her spot on the floor where she’s halfway through a box. “He just has to pour.”
Wynonna nods, gives them a brief smile, then steps out of the room.
“We’re trying to find out who she is so that we know how to protect her,” Dean explains in an exasperated tone.
“She was brought here for her protection, to remain hidden. Revealing her may remove parts of that protection,” Cas says slowly, as if picking over each word carefully.
Dean frowns, taking Cas in slowly. Cas looks down, not holding his gaze, shifts his shoulders, then stands and steps away.
Waverly pauses, setting a hand in between forms as she looks up and protests, “I already don’t leave.”
Dean glances at Waverly and then back to Cas. “You already know.”
“It will make you angry,” Cas tells him.
“It’ll make me angry not to know,” Waverly counters.
Dean pushes back the box he was working through, then stands, moving so that he’s facing Cas. “We’re just going to figure it out. Would you like me angry now or angry later without you having helped?”
“No,” Cas tempers. “You’ll be angry that she’s not as safe now that you know.”
Dean’s eyes narrow.
“That doesn’t make sense,” Sam protests.
Stiles stills, looks between Dean and Cas for a brief moment and then leans back in his chair glaring at the box he’d been sorting through. Wynonna pauses in the doorway and frowns at all of them. “I was gone for maybe five seconds, who did what?”
They all look towards Dean and Cas. The two stare at each other silently, intently. Wynonna says their names in an attempt to get their attention. Dean’s eyes widen slightly then he shakes his head when Cas says his name in a pleading tone.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” Dean demands.
Their eyes meet again. Sam tries to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. What could have Cas spooked?
“Just tell me I’m wrong,” Dean pleads. When Cas’ gaze doesn’t wavier Dean swears then looks away. Waverly looks at Sam for an explanation, Sam shrugs, he doesn’t understand Cas the way Dean does. Waverly turns towards Dean.
“One of you better start talking now,” Wynonna demands as she stalks into the room. “What did you find?”
“They didn’t find anything,” Waverly complains.
“Cas?” Sam starts.
Dean turns to glare at Sam, then sticks a finger out at Cas. “You keep your trap shut.”
Wynonna swears. Dean stops glaring at Cas to look at her, he swears, and stomps out of the room.
“Cas,” Sam starts again, standing this time.
Cas disappears. Wynonna has her gun out instantly, pointing towards where Cas was. Waverly also pulls out a gun and points it in the same direction.
“What the…” Stiles starts.
“Fuck,” Wynonna finishes before she turns to glare at Sam.
“We probably should’ve mentioned he’s an angel,” Sam explains sheepishly.
“This is going to require further explanation,” Stiles says slowly. “Also that explains a lot.”
“I have so many questions,” Waverly agrees.
“Good guy or bad guy?” Wynonna attempts to clarify.
“Good guy,” Sam attempts to reassure. “He pulled Dean out of hell.”
“One of the weird christian versions of hell?” Stiles asks skeptically.
“A hell dimension or an actual literal hell?” Waverly continues. “How did he get there?”
“I don’t want to know,” Wynonna decides as she takes off after Dean.
Sam sits down heavily and runs a hand down his face before turning towards Stiles and Waverly. He ignores the way his skin is prickling, an itch he can’t reach, just under the skin. He doesn’t know what just happened, but Cas or Dean will eventually have to tell him, and in the meantime he can answer his friends questions.
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 3:
Wynonna walks into the kitchen happy that her sister is able to spend time with her girlfriend and friends, while also feeling unsettled that she doesn’t know what they’ll find about Waverly’s parentage. They might have defeated Bobo, but they’ve lost Dolls, and she’s not prepared for her sister to be in danger. At least with a group this big everyone had decided on pizza easily enough and picking it up allows them the excuse of settling everyone in for the night, they can put off starting their search till the morning.
Wynonna pauses as she takes Dean, Cas, and Doc in, more specifically at the way Doc is sitting across from Cas with cards passed out between them. Doc is clearly explaining poker to Cas.
Dean turns towards her. “Sam and Stiles getting along?”
“Waverly’s got them and Nicole’s a cop,” Wynonna reassures, before she glares at Doc. “No.”
Doc looks up at her laughter and mischief in his eyes.
“No poker,” Wynonna reiterates.
“Heard there’s this newfangled version called strip poker,” Doc teases.
“So we can wind up naked while you gloat?” Wynonna shakes her head.
“Well,” Doc drawls with a smirk. “I wouldn’t be complaining.”
Dean raises an eyebrow at her with a slight smirk. “I wouldn’t complain either.”
Wynonna laughs, before getting a bottle of whiskey and settings it on the table. She plunks four glasses next to the bottle before she settles across from Dean. “Heard we have the same coping skills.”
Dean opens the bottle and starts to dole out it out between the glasses. “Never heard my vices call that.”
“Didn’t say they were healthy,” Wynonna points out.
Dean agrees, then asks, “So what do you think we’re going to find?”
Doc rounds the table, grabs his glass and pushes Cas’ towards him. He drops into the chair next to Wynonna and across from Cas before he starts passing out the rest of the cards in the deck.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she stalls, before taking a sip from her glass.
“Gonna teach him that game Waverly likes,” Doc shrugs.
“It amuses her she got to teach you a card game,” Wynonna agrees. “War is fine.”
Dean doesn’t comment as Cas begins to ask questions as he takes his cards, but he’s watching her and his gaze is less flirty than before.
“She’s my sister,” Wynonna tells Dean. “I remember mom being pregnant with her and Bobo told her she isn’t an Earp, so if he was telling the truth than she’s got a different dad. We just need to figure it out. First place to start would be sorting through the paperwork that might have our birth certificates.”
“Bobo?” Dean asks, laughter in his question.
Wynonna smiles at the absurdity of it. “He had a fur coat too.”
Dean shakes his head slightly, grinning. They both take a sip of their drinks as they watch Cas and Doc play. Dean peeks a few glances at her, questions still on his face.
“Ask,” she tells him.
Dean glances at Doc, who just makes a motion with his hand for Dean to talk without looking away from his game with Cas.
“The thing I don’t get,” Dean starts slowly. “If you didn’t come into your powers, abilities, until you were twenty-seven, how come the Revenants didn’t just kill you before that?”
Wynonna takes a slow long drink of her whiskey, then wets her lips. “They tried.”
Doc stills, turning slightly to look at her, brow knitting together.
Wynonna sighs as she realizes Doc’s expecting her to elaborate. “Worst of it was on a psych unit. Revenant killed some of the staff and the patients. Big burly pyro stuffed me and a pregnant nurse into the laundry room, then loudly got everyone else out. Revenant followed them, probably thought I was with them. After that I kept moving. Never felt safe if I hung around in one place too long. I figured out what worked for me to stay out of the hospital too.”
Wynonna stares down at her whiskey, not wanting to see pity or sympathy in their eyes.
“Get drunk a lot?” Dean teases and even though it’s obvious he’s trying to break the tension Wynonna is grateful.
“Like I said,” Wynonna smiles wistfully. “Don’t always have healthy coping skills.”
*****~~~~~*****~~~~~******
Stiles peers over the back of the couch so he can take in Dean, Wynonna, Cas, and Doc drinking and playing cards in the kitchen. He’s not going to comment on Doc’s name, he’s not. “Anyone else feel like they got regulated to the kid’s table?”
Sam rubs his arms as he takes his eyes away from the TV to glance at his brother. He drops his arms and shrugs. “We got the TV.”
“And the last of the pizza,” Nicole adds as she takes another slice before leaning back against Waverly in the large cushy chair their sharing.
Waverly wraps an arm around Nicole, then sighs as she rests her chin on her girlfriend’s shoulder. “I need answers, but it’s not something I want to face tonight. Tonight I just want to relax with my friends.”
Nicole reaches up to squeeze Waverly’s hand. “You’re still you, whatever else we find, you’re still you.”
“I know,” Waverly agrees quietly. “I’m trying to hold onto that, but I can’t shake the feeling that all we’re going to find is complications and trouble.”
“We’ll figure that out too,” Sam promises as he rubs the back of his head. “If it comes to that.”
Stiles agrees, “Between the three of us no stone will be left unturned.”
Stiles smiles at the good natured teasing that follows his declaration, but the next day he’s still trying to hold onto that thought. He wraps a comforting arm around Waverly as they survey the stack of boxes in the attic. “I get that you want Nicole here, but the sooner we get started the sooner we’ll find something.”
“We’d have been too tired last night,” Waverly agrees. “She had to work today.”
“Letting us get sleep and breakfast was the best part of this plan,” Stiles agrees.
“I was stalling. Wynonna and I both were,” she admits. “What if I don’t like what we find? I kinda always assumed that if something happened to Wynonna I could pick up Peacemaker and if I’m not an Earp…”
“You are,” Wynonna interrupts as she joins them. “You’re my sister.”
“Family isn’t always blood,” Sam offers from the bottom of the stairs to the attic.
“Dude, you sound like Bobby,” Dean teases from behind Sam.
“Bobby’s usually right about things,” Sam points out.
Dean agrees. Stiles shakes his head with a fond smile.
“I don’t think it works like that,” Waverly sighs. “I know what you’re saying. Wynonna, you’ll always be my sister, but…”
“Can we not get into a scenario where I wind up dead?” Wynonna cuts in.
“I don’t want to think about it either,” Waverly tells her.
Wynonna sighs. “If I go, there’s no other heir.”
“And there’s nothing stopping the Revenants,” Doc concludes as he takes a step onto the staircase.
“So we help,” Dean offers.
“I’m on summer break,” Stiles agrees, wondering what Derek and Scott are going to say about him staying away all summer. More importantly, what is his dad going to say? He glances down the stairs, then takes in the boxes again. Dean grumbles something to Cas.
“Stiles will take care of telling us where to look,” Cas answers.
Stiles nods, grateful that someone believes enough in the magic he’s still learning how to wield. He asks Waverly if he can take her hand, it’ll help him concentrate on her, on the question she’s trying to an answer to. Her fingers thread through his, then she gives his hand a grateful squeeze. He gives her one back, thankful that she believes in him and hoping he can live up to it. He closes his eyes, reaching out with his mind for the information they need. He might not be able to find exactly what they need, but he should be able to find the general vicinity that it’s in, which should narrow their search considerably. He turns slightly, points and opens his eyes. “There, well somewhere in that stack of boxes.”
He’s better at finding people than information. He hopes he got this right. He smiles down gratefully when Waverly gives his hand another squeeze. Doc starts up the stairs to help them form a chain that can pass the boxes down to Willa’s old bedroom.
~~~~~*****~~~~~*****~~~~~
Sam leans back in his chair after he sets the box that he’s gone through into the stack they’re starting by the door. Stiles had narrowed down the area they needed to look in, but there are still many boxes to go through. He glances over to where Dean is complaining to Cas that he needs to help. Cas blinks slowly, then stares at Dean darkly, clearly willing Dean to understand whatever point he’s been trying to make.
Sam glances at the stack of boxes they haven’t gone through yet. Wynonna grabs the box he just went through and starts to haul it out of the room.
“Doc?” Sam asks.
Wynonna pauses, “Taking a moment for some fresh air, then putting some drinks together for us.”
“We already have tea and lemonade in the fridge,” Waverly reassures from her spot on the floor where she’s halfway through a box. “He just has to pour.”
Wynonna nods, gives them a brief smile, then steps out of the room.
“We’re trying to find out who she is so that we know how to protect her,” Dean explains in an exasperated tone.
“She was brought here for her protection, to remain hidden. Revealing her may remove parts of that protection,” Cas says slowly, as if picking over each word carefully.
Dean frowns, taking Cas in slowly. Cas looks down, not holding his gaze, shifts his shoulders, then stands and steps away.
Waverly pauses, setting a hand in between forms as she looks up and protests, “I already don’t leave.”
Dean glances at Waverly and then back to Cas. “You already know.”
“It will make you angry,” Cas tells him.
“It’ll make me angry not to know,” Waverly counters.
Dean pushes back the box he was working through, then stands, moving so that he’s facing Cas. “We’re just going to figure it out. Would you like me angry now or angry later without you having helped?”
“No,” Cas tempers. “You’ll be angry that she’s not as safe now that you know.”
Dean’s eyes narrow.
“That doesn’t make sense,” Sam protests.
Stiles stills, looks between Dean and Cas for a brief moment and then leans back in his chair glaring at the box he’d been sorting through. Wynonna pauses in the doorway and frowns at all of them. “I was gone for maybe five seconds, who did what?”
They all look towards Dean and Cas. The two stare at each other silently, intently. Wynonna says their names in an attempt to get their attention. Dean’s eyes widen slightly then he shakes his head when Cas says his name in a pleading tone.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” Dean demands.
Their eyes meet again. Sam tries to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. What could have Cas spooked?
“Just tell me I’m wrong,” Dean pleads. When Cas’ gaze doesn’t wavier Dean swears then looks away. Waverly looks at Sam for an explanation, Sam shrugs, he doesn’t understand Cas the way Dean does. Waverly turns towards Dean.
“One of you better start talking now,” Wynonna demands as she stalks into the room. “What did you find?”
“They didn’t find anything,” Waverly complains.
“Cas?” Sam starts.
Dean turns to glare at Sam, then sticks a finger out at Cas. “You keep your trap shut.”
Wynonna swears. Dean stops glaring at Cas to look at her, he swears, and stomps out of the room.
“Cas,” Sam starts again, standing this time.
Cas disappears. Wynonna has her gun out instantly, pointing towards where Cas was. Waverly also pulls out a gun and points it in the same direction.
“What the…” Stiles starts.
“Fuck,” Wynonna finishes before she turns to glare at Sam.
“We probably should’ve mentioned he’s an angel,” Sam explains sheepishly.
“This is going to require further explanation,” Stiles says slowly. “Also that explains a lot.”
“I have so many questions,” Waverly agrees.
“Good guy or bad guy?” Wynonna attempts to clarify.
“Good guy,” Sam attempts to reassure. “He pulled Dean out of hell.”
“One of the weird christian versions of hell?” Stiles asks skeptically.
“A hell dimension or an actual literal hell?” Waverly continues. “How did he get there?”
“I don’t want to know,” Wynonna decides as she takes off after Dean.
Sam sits down heavily and runs a hand down his face before turning towards Stiles and Waverly. He ignores the way his skin is prickling, an itch he can’t reach, just under the skin. He doesn’t know what just happened, but Cas or Dean will eventually have to tell him, and in the meantime he can answer his friends questions.
Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4]