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rivulet027 Feb. 22nd, 2021 02:55 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 4:
Wynonna finds Dean sitting in his car with his head resting on the steering wheel. Doc leans back in the passenger seat with the door open. Doc shrugs at her, clearly unsure of the circumstances, but trying to be helpful.
“Bar?” she offers.
“Probably not a good idea right now,” Dean tells her without lifting his head. Then he groans, “Is there anything opened this early?”
Doc nods, “She’s got family.”
“It’s my aunt’s, there was a mess with Bobo buying it for a while, but thankfully it went back to her,” Wynonna tries, hoping if she’s giving unnecessary information Dean will be more likely to talk. He just glances at her, then looks back at his steering wheel frowning.
Doc indicates the time and states, “Could stop to eat early.”
Dean scrubs a hand down his face and groans, “I probably need it. He’s wrong, Cas has got to be wrong.”
Doc pokes Dean in the shoulder, then grins when he has Dean’s attention. “Tell us about it over drinks?”
“Yeah,” Dean gives in with a weary sigh. “Let’s do that.”
Dean doesn’t really talk to either of them unless it’s to get directions or order food. They settle into a booth, the bar only starting to fill with an afternoon crowd. Wynonna takes the inside of the seat, getting Dean to sit next to her so she can encourage him to go flirt and stop thinking about the revelation that’s got him twisted up. She wants to know, especially since her sister is affected by that knowledge. Still, she can recognize that now isn’t the best time to ask, if she does Dean is just going to calm up and shut down. He’d keep the knowledge to himself and they’d argue instead. Wynnona doesn’t have that time to waste. Once they’re mostly done eating she turns in her seat so she can watch Dean, see how he reacts, as she tries to think of a way to get the conversation they need to have started. He glances at her then concentrates on his burger. She tilts her head and frowns, he’s not flirting with her.
“So,” she starts. “Sam said Cas is an angel?”
Doc pauses with his drink halfway to his mouth. He sets his glass down and gives her a look that asks if she’s sure of what she’s claiming. She smirks. Doc shakes his head before taking a long pull on his drink. Dean just stills, then slowly glances at her out of the corner of his eyes. Wynonna feels her heart sink and worry bubble up. She wants what she’s starting to suspect, but Sam had also mentioned hell and she doesn’t want to think of Dean being tortured, she doesn’t want to bring up those memories for Dean if they’re true.
She raises her eyebrows.
“Not my thing to tell,” Dean manages.
“And here I thought I was the weirdest thing here,” Doc grumbles.
Dean frowns at Doc, then gives her a questioning look.
“Not my thing to tell,” she reiterates.
Dean turns towards Doc.
Doc just tilts his head and frowns. “What?”
Dean groans and takes another drink of his beer. He glances at Wynonna. “You wouldn’t keep him around if you thought he’d hurt her so maybe I don’t want to know.”
“John Henry…” Doc starts.
“That’s not a costume,” Dean cuts in, eyes wide as he takes in Doc.
“Not a cosplay,” Wynonna confirms.
“You should be dead,” Dean frowns, setting his beer down.
“Made a deal with a witch, didn’t work out the way I thought it would,” Doc continues.
“Deals tend to do that,” Dean says, words heavy with experience.
Wynonna frowns at him, wanting to ask for details, wanting to know if that’s how he met Cas. Doc gives her a worried look, then glances at Dean. She nods, she knows they need answers. Before either of them can broach the subject Cas slides into the seat next to Doc. He starts to apologize.
“I know Cas,” Dean sighs, cutting him off. “I know you’re trying to help. I know, but you get to explain. I’ll get you a drink. You want a burger?”
“Yes, thank you,” Cas answers.
Wynonna watches Dean head to the bar, gait slow and stomping. She turns back to take in Doc resting his chin on his hand as he regards Cas. He waits until Cas shifts to meet his eyes before he asks, “So what can you actually do?”
Wynonna listens to the conversation with half an ear as she watches a girl at the bar flirt with Dean. He flirts back casually, easily, and has the young woman’s phone number before he heads back with a tumbler of whiskey. He sets it in front of Cas. Dean glances at her, rubbing at the back of his head.
Wynonna indicates the seat next to her. She waits until Dean sits before she points out, “You stopped flirting with me.”
“What?” Dean grumbles.
“You think you’re related to Waverly,” Wynonna calls. “I kinda always wanted a brother.”
Dean laughs helplessly, mirthlessly, “It’s what Cas thinks. He’s not usually wrong.”
“I’m not wrong Dean,” Cas puts in.
“That doesn’t mean you know the details,” Dean glares.
“I don’t, not yet,” Cas agrees. “But I’m not wrong.”
Dean pushes the whiskey towards Cas. “I know. I just don’t want this to end like Aaron.”
“There better be details with that statement,” Wynonna warns.
“Last brother I didn’t know about died, couldn’t save him,” Dean tells her, hand scrubbing quickly over his face before he turns to look at her. “Mom died. Dad died. Hell, demon took out Sam’s girlfriend when he tried to have a normal life.”
“Bobby?” Doc asks.
“What?” Dean frowns.
“How’s this Bobby Sam mentioned earlier,” Doc clarifies.
“He’s not exactly blood related,” Dean grumbles.
“But he’s family and he’s alive,” Wynonna points out, holding onto the hope Doc is pushing their way.
Dean shifts to stare at Cas. “Might not even be true.”
“You trust it enough that you stopped flirting with me,” Wynonna reminds.
Dean groans, “Fuck.”
Wynonna agrees.
~~~~~*****~~~~~*****~~~~~
After making sure Dean is going to get Wynonna settled into the back seat, Doc takes Cas by the hand and leads him into a nearby alleyway. He leans against the brick of the building as he flirts, voice smooth and slow, “You’re damn pretty, it’s the eyes, could easily woo with eyes like that.”
Cas looks down to where Doc’s hands are sliding up his coat.
“You ever even kissed anyone?” Doc asks.
“Yes,” Cas frowns, tilting his head. He tilts his head as if he’s momentary distracted by the intensity of Doc’s face as firm hands pull him closer.
Doc’s laugh is pleasant and affectionate. “I’d be better.”
“You’re drunk.” Cas points out.
“I’ve made worst decisions sober and I’d really enjoy you enjoying a kiss right now.”
Cas blinks slowly, eyes searching Doc’s face.
“You can tell me no, I won’t take offense,” Doc grins as he stops holding Cas’ gaze and looks at his lips instead.
Cas leans in, closing the distance between them. Doc hums a happy noise against Cas’ lips as one hand slides into Cas’ hair and the other settles on his hip, pulling Cas just that bit closer. Cas makes a considering noise as their lips move in tandem and their bodies press against each other. He grips Doc’s bicep, his other hand pressing into the wall of the building next to Doc’s head. Cas lets his eyes close, lets himself enjoy the warmth of person holding him close, focusing on him. Doc squeezes his hip before sliding his hand slowly up Cas’ side, then around to the small of his back as he licks his way into Cas’ mouth. He lets Doc take the weight of his body as he focuses on the feel of lips against his, tongue warm in his mouth and exploring. Cas wraps his arms around Doc’s neck as Doc shifts their bodies, not ready to let go just yet. Cas sucks slowly on Doc’s tongue, then runs his own over it, wanting to continue kissing, but unsure of the endearment and heat that run through him when Doc moans. His eyes fly open as Doc turns them so he can press Cas against the building. He gasps as Doc presses quick kisses down his neck, mustache an extra brush that makes his skin sensitive. Doc captures his mouth again, a hard press against him, bodies flush against each other, as Doc’s tongue explores his mouth again, encourages him closer until he finds himself kissing into Doc’s mouth, tasting.
The hand that Doc had in his hair shifts around to his jaw, thumb rubbing circles into his skin as Doc uses his grip to encourage Cas to tilt his head down just a bit. Cas finds himself focusing on Doc’s other hand, which moves from his back to his hip as Doc pulls him close. That hand slides over his ass and then down his thigh, pulling at his leg, encouraging him to lift it. Then he pushes Cas back into the well. Doc squeezes Cas’ leg, shifting so that they’re slotted more firm against each other, rocking into him as he pushes his tongue back into Cas’ mouth. Their hips shift, they grind slowly against each other. Cas gasps at the feeling of their erections sliding against each other. He finds himself gripping Doc tightly as the intensity of the feeling. Doc’s teeth capture Cas’ lips briefly as he pulls away, eases Cas’ leg down instead of wrapping it around himself. Doc shifts back so that they’re still close, but not pressing against each other. Cas opens his eyes and licks his lips, not quite ready to let go. Doc pants slightly, shifts closer, then rests his forehead against Cas’ as they both catch their breath. Cas forces himself to take a deep breath as he resists the urge to pull Doc close again.
Dean and Wynonna are waiting. They were only going to kiss.
Cas takes another deep breath before he says, “You were right, that was better. Thank you.”
Doc chuckles as he smooths out Cas’ coat. “No, thank you.”
Doc takes several more moments to smooth out Cas’ clothes, for them to catch their breathes. He waits until Cas stands, before he tugs his own clothes back into place, then takes Cas’ hand again pulling him out of the alleyway. Dean is leaning against the Impala with his arms crossed. “Do I want to know?”
“He wanted to kiss me. I was amendable,” Cas answers.
Dean groans. Wynonna protests, “I didn’t get to watch!”
Doc pats Cas on the back and makes his way over the car, getting into the back with Wynonna and telling her, “You should kiss him sober, it was amazing, we should compare.”
“Doc you gossip,” Wynonna teases as she leans into him, wrapping one of his arms around herself, “Sounds like a plan.”
Dean groans as he gets into the driver’s seat. “Is this a seduce Cas plan?”
Cas closes the passenger side door and frowns at all of them. “This is what you were discussing before I arrived?”
“You’re pretty and we needed a distraction,” Wynonna smirks. “Unless Dean wants to get a case of if you want something done right you ought to do it yourself?”
Cas frowns at Dean, then looks back at her and Doc. “I did enjoy kissing you.”
Doc grins.
“I’d like a kiss too, when I’m sober,” Wynonna puts in. “If that’s alright with you.”
“Dean,” Cas starts to asks. “Is that amendable with…”
“It’s your sex life,” Dean interrupts. “Or kissing life, the only person it needs to be amendable to is you.”
Cas blinks at him. Doc meets Dean’s eyes briefly, before he leans his head back and tilts his hat forward. He closes his eyes and wraps an arm around Wynonna as she leans into him with a yawn, “Dean, you’re the one that wanted to stay sober. I have to tease you or we won’t enjoy being related.”
Doc opens his eyes to glance at her. Dean shakes his head, but Doc sees the smile tugging Dean’s lips. Doc settles back against the seat, both Wynonna and Dean can always use more family.
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 4:
Wynonna finds Dean sitting in his car with his head resting on the steering wheel. Doc leans back in the passenger seat with the door open. Doc shrugs at her, clearly unsure of the circumstances, but trying to be helpful.
“Bar?” she offers.
“Probably not a good idea right now,” Dean tells her without lifting his head. Then he groans, “Is there anything opened this early?”
Doc nods, “She’s got family.”
“It’s my aunt’s, there was a mess with Bobo buying it for a while, but thankfully it went back to her,” Wynonna tries, hoping if she’s giving unnecessary information Dean will be more likely to talk. He just glances at her, then looks back at his steering wheel frowning.
Doc indicates the time and states, “Could stop to eat early.”
Dean scrubs a hand down his face and groans, “I probably need it. He’s wrong, Cas has got to be wrong.”
Doc pokes Dean in the shoulder, then grins when he has Dean’s attention. “Tell us about it over drinks?”
“Yeah,” Dean gives in with a weary sigh. “Let’s do that.”
Dean doesn’t really talk to either of them unless it’s to get directions or order food. They settle into a booth, the bar only starting to fill with an afternoon crowd. Wynonna takes the inside of the seat, getting Dean to sit next to her so she can encourage him to go flirt and stop thinking about the revelation that’s got him twisted up. She wants to know, especially since her sister is affected by that knowledge. Still, she can recognize that now isn’t the best time to ask, if she does Dean is just going to calm up and shut down. He’d keep the knowledge to himself and they’d argue instead. Wynnona doesn’t have that time to waste. Once they’re mostly done eating she turns in her seat so she can watch Dean, see how he reacts, as she tries to think of a way to get the conversation they need to have started. He glances at her then concentrates on his burger. She tilts her head and frowns, he’s not flirting with her.
“So,” she starts. “Sam said Cas is an angel?”
Doc pauses with his drink halfway to his mouth. He sets his glass down and gives her a look that asks if she’s sure of what she’s claiming. She smirks. Doc shakes his head before taking a long pull on his drink. Dean just stills, then slowly glances at her out of the corner of his eyes. Wynonna feels her heart sink and worry bubble up. She wants what she’s starting to suspect, but Sam had also mentioned hell and she doesn’t want to think of Dean being tortured, she doesn’t want to bring up those memories for Dean if they’re true.
She raises her eyebrows.
“Not my thing to tell,” Dean manages.
“And here I thought I was the weirdest thing here,” Doc grumbles.
Dean frowns at Doc, then gives her a questioning look.
“Not my thing to tell,” she reiterates.
Dean turns towards Doc.
Doc just tilts his head and frowns. “What?”
Dean groans and takes another drink of his beer. He glances at Wynonna. “You wouldn’t keep him around if you thought he’d hurt her so maybe I don’t want to know.”
“John Henry…” Doc starts.
“That’s not a costume,” Dean cuts in, eyes wide as he takes in Doc.
“Not a cosplay,” Wynonna confirms.
“You should be dead,” Dean frowns, setting his beer down.
“Made a deal with a witch, didn’t work out the way I thought it would,” Doc continues.
“Deals tend to do that,” Dean says, words heavy with experience.
Wynonna frowns at him, wanting to ask for details, wanting to know if that’s how he met Cas. Doc gives her a worried look, then glances at Dean. She nods, she knows they need answers. Before either of them can broach the subject Cas slides into the seat next to Doc. He starts to apologize.
“I know Cas,” Dean sighs, cutting him off. “I know you’re trying to help. I know, but you get to explain. I’ll get you a drink. You want a burger?”
“Yes, thank you,” Cas answers.
Wynonna watches Dean head to the bar, gait slow and stomping. She turns back to take in Doc resting his chin on his hand as he regards Cas. He waits until Cas shifts to meet his eyes before he asks, “So what can you actually do?”
Wynonna listens to the conversation with half an ear as she watches a girl at the bar flirt with Dean. He flirts back casually, easily, and has the young woman’s phone number before he heads back with a tumbler of whiskey. He sets it in front of Cas. Dean glances at her, rubbing at the back of his head.
Wynonna indicates the seat next to her. She waits until Dean sits before she points out, “You stopped flirting with me.”
“What?” Dean grumbles.
“You think you’re related to Waverly,” Wynonna calls. “I kinda always wanted a brother.”
Dean laughs helplessly, mirthlessly, “It’s what Cas thinks. He’s not usually wrong.”
“I’m not wrong Dean,” Cas puts in.
“That doesn’t mean you know the details,” Dean glares.
“I don’t, not yet,” Cas agrees. “But I’m not wrong.”
Dean pushes the whiskey towards Cas. “I know. I just don’t want this to end like Aaron.”
“There better be details with that statement,” Wynonna warns.
“Last brother I didn’t know about died, couldn’t save him,” Dean tells her, hand scrubbing quickly over his face before he turns to look at her. “Mom died. Dad died. Hell, demon took out Sam’s girlfriend when he tried to have a normal life.”
“Bobby?” Doc asks.
“What?” Dean frowns.
“How’s this Bobby Sam mentioned earlier,” Doc clarifies.
“He’s not exactly blood related,” Dean grumbles.
“But he’s family and he’s alive,” Wynonna points out, holding onto the hope Doc is pushing their way.
Dean shifts to stare at Cas. “Might not even be true.”
“You trust it enough that you stopped flirting with me,” Wynonna reminds.
Dean groans, “Fuck.”
Wynonna agrees.
~~~~~*****~~~~~*****~~~~~
After making sure Dean is going to get Wynonna settled into the back seat, Doc takes Cas by the hand and leads him into a nearby alleyway. He leans against the brick of the building as he flirts, voice smooth and slow, “You’re damn pretty, it’s the eyes, could easily woo with eyes like that.”
Cas looks down to where Doc’s hands are sliding up his coat.
“You ever even kissed anyone?” Doc asks.
“Yes,” Cas frowns, tilting his head. He tilts his head as if he’s momentary distracted by the intensity of Doc’s face as firm hands pull him closer.
Doc’s laugh is pleasant and affectionate. “I’d be better.”
“You’re drunk.” Cas points out.
“I’ve made worst decisions sober and I’d really enjoy you enjoying a kiss right now.”
Cas blinks slowly, eyes searching Doc’s face.
“You can tell me no, I won’t take offense,” Doc grins as he stops holding Cas’ gaze and looks at his lips instead.
Cas leans in, closing the distance between them. Doc hums a happy noise against Cas’ lips as one hand slides into Cas’ hair and the other settles on his hip, pulling Cas just that bit closer. Cas makes a considering noise as their lips move in tandem and their bodies press against each other. He grips Doc’s bicep, his other hand pressing into the wall of the building next to Doc’s head. Cas lets his eyes close, lets himself enjoy the warmth of person holding him close, focusing on him. Doc squeezes his hip before sliding his hand slowly up Cas’ side, then around to the small of his back as he licks his way into Cas’ mouth. He lets Doc take the weight of his body as he focuses on the feel of lips against his, tongue warm in his mouth and exploring. Cas wraps his arms around Doc’s neck as Doc shifts their bodies, not ready to let go just yet. Cas sucks slowly on Doc’s tongue, then runs his own over it, wanting to continue kissing, but unsure of the endearment and heat that run through him when Doc moans. His eyes fly open as Doc turns them so he can press Cas against the building. He gasps as Doc presses quick kisses down his neck, mustache an extra brush that makes his skin sensitive. Doc captures his mouth again, a hard press against him, bodies flush against each other, as Doc’s tongue explores his mouth again, encourages him closer until he finds himself kissing into Doc’s mouth, tasting.
The hand that Doc had in his hair shifts around to his jaw, thumb rubbing circles into his skin as Doc uses his grip to encourage Cas to tilt his head down just a bit. Cas finds himself focusing on Doc’s other hand, which moves from his back to his hip as Doc pulls him close. That hand slides over his ass and then down his thigh, pulling at his leg, encouraging him to lift it. Then he pushes Cas back into the well. Doc squeezes Cas’ leg, shifting so that they’re slotted more firm against each other, rocking into him as he pushes his tongue back into Cas’ mouth. Their hips shift, they grind slowly against each other. Cas gasps at the feeling of their erections sliding against each other. He finds himself gripping Doc tightly as the intensity of the feeling. Doc’s teeth capture Cas’ lips briefly as he pulls away, eases Cas’ leg down instead of wrapping it around himself. Doc shifts back so that they’re still close, but not pressing against each other. Cas opens his eyes and licks his lips, not quite ready to let go. Doc pants slightly, shifts closer, then rests his forehead against Cas’ as they both catch their breath. Cas forces himself to take a deep breath as he resists the urge to pull Doc close again.
Dean and Wynonna are waiting. They were only going to kiss.
Cas takes another deep breath before he says, “You were right, that was better. Thank you.”
Doc chuckles as he smooths out Cas’ coat. “No, thank you.”
Doc takes several more moments to smooth out Cas’ clothes, for them to catch their breathes. He waits until Cas stands, before he tugs his own clothes back into place, then takes Cas’ hand again pulling him out of the alleyway. Dean is leaning against the Impala with his arms crossed. “Do I want to know?”
“He wanted to kiss me. I was amendable,” Cas answers.
Dean groans. Wynonna protests, “I didn’t get to watch!”
Doc pats Cas on the back and makes his way over the car, getting into the back with Wynonna and telling her, “You should kiss him sober, it was amazing, we should compare.”
“Doc you gossip,” Wynonna teases as she leans into him, wrapping one of his arms around herself, “Sounds like a plan.”
Dean groans as he gets into the driver’s seat. “Is this a seduce Cas plan?”
Cas closes the passenger side door and frowns at all of them. “This is what you were discussing before I arrived?”
“You’re pretty and we needed a distraction,” Wynonna smirks. “Unless Dean wants to get a case of if you want something done right you ought to do it yourself?”
Cas frowns at Dean, then looks back at her and Doc. “I did enjoy kissing you.”
Doc grins.
“I’d like a kiss too, when I’m sober,” Wynonna puts in. “If that’s alright with you.”
“Dean,” Cas starts to asks. “Is that amendable with…”
“It’s your sex life,” Dean interrupts. “Or kissing life, the only person it needs to be amendable to is you.”
Cas blinks at him. Doc meets Dean’s eyes briefly, before he leans his head back and tilts his hat forward. He closes his eyes and wraps an arm around Wynonna as she leans into him with a yawn, “Dean, you’re the one that wanted to stay sober. I have to tease you or we won’t enjoy being related.”
Doc opens his eyes to glance at her. Dean shakes his head, but Doc sees the smile tugging Dean’s lips. Doc settles back against the seat, both Wynonna and Dean can always use more family.
Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4]