aaronlisa (aaronlisa) wrote in fic_variations, @ 2007-08-05 23:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | rd 1 - da/spn - dean/max |
[Dark Angel/SPN] Max/Dean - The Four Seasons
Title: Early Winter
Author: aaonlisa
Rating: FR13
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: the four seasons // Dean/Max
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Dark Angel belongs to James Cameron and company, while Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke.
Author's Notes: Set mid-Season One of Dark Angel and post-Season Two of Supernatural. Follows the events in The Beginning and A Different Perspective.
Winter had come early to Seattle but all reports indicated that the snow and cold temperatures would be gone in a matter of weeks. And once again, Dean Winchester found himself in Seattle. The last time he had been here, he had stayed a week before leaving. Jo Harvelle had called him about a paying job to get rid of a particularly nasty demon.
Paying jobs were hard to come by in his line of work, so he had packed up and left for North Dakota as soon as he had hung up the phone with Jo. Yet the siren call of Seattle and the mysterious girl who had accosted him in the bar had called him back despite his resolve not to return. It was how he found himself in front of Crash again, this time on a bitterly cold snowy day.
He stopped the car and pulled the keys out of the ignition while he still debated about whether he should even go into the bar. Dean knew that the chances of the girl being there were slim to none. Just like his chances of striking up a conversation with her were. This wasn’t about seducing her but about discovering why she had been so angry with him during their brief encounter the last time he had been in Seattle.
Dean made his way across the snow-covered street quickly as he made a mental note to find shelter soon since the snow was coming down harder. The bar was practically empty again with only a few people scattered about the place using the bar as a place to warm up before continuing their journey. Dean walked up to the bar and ordered a shot of the whiskey as he ignored the disappointment that raced through his body. He hadn’t really expected anything but what had actually happened and he knew that coming back to Seattle had been a foolish waste of his time. He threw the shot back and placed the money down on the bar top as he stood up to leave.
“You!”
Dean turned around and saw her again and was at a brief loss for words. It seemed as if she had just appeared out of thin air, as if he had conjured her up with his disappointment. However he didn’t believe in magic so he knew that wasn’t the case.
“Me,” Dean replied with a smirk.
“What brings you back here?”
“It seemed like a good idea,” Dean replied, slightly annoyed with her arrogant attitude, as if she owned the place. “However, I’m just on my way out, if you’ll excuse me.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Look sweetheart, the weather out there is nasty and I need to find a place to stay, as much as your charming personality begs me to stay.”
He couldn’t help the sarcastic response, and he knows that she’s already starting to get angry. But he uses it to his advantage and he’s out of the bar and halfway to the Impala before she’s caught up with him.
“Just who do you think you are?”
“I believed I introduced myself to you the last time we met.”
“You’re a ghost, did you know that?”
“Last time, I looked, I was flesh and bone, just like you. Get in,” Dean tells her as he holds the passenger side door open for her.
“And what makes you think, I’m going anywhere with you?”
“Suit yourself, sweetheart.”
Dean shuts the door and walks around the car to the driver’s side. He’s certain that she’ll get into the car before he drives off and by the time he has the engine purring, she’s in the car with a muttered curse word. Dean eases the car onto the snow-covered street before she speaks again.
“Care to tell me how someone who was once on the FBI’s most wanted list just disappeared not to be seen again, until now that is?”
“Sheer luck,” Dean says with a smirk.
“See I think it’s a case of you not being who you say you are.”
“Well you’re wrong, sweetheart, because I am Dean Winchester plain and simple.”
“Really because Dean Winchester is presumed dead.”
“You shouldn’t believe everything that you read then, sweetheart.”
“Would you quit calling me that.”
“Then what should I call you?” Dean asks.
“Max.”
“Alright Max, where are we headed then?”
“You like to make assumptions, don’t you?” Max angrily asks.
“You’re the one in my car, so I assumed that you had a destination in mind.”
Max blushes as she realizes that he’s right and it reminds Dean of their differences. She’s still too young and seemingly innocent for him and he thinks that maybe he should have just found his way back to Jo’s after the job. Not only would she have welcomed him with open arms, but also she would have done a better job at patching him up than he had managed on his own. The wound from the fight with the demon seems to hurt more with every minute that he spends in Max’s company. He wants nothing more than to get her out of his car so he can find a place to get inside and out of the snow.
Her voice breaks through his thoughts as she gives him directions to her apartment. He manages not to groan as he realizes that her apartment is practically across town from where the shabby hostel he had stayed at last time is located. Instead Dean silently drives them to her apartment building. Max doesn’t get out of the car right away, she turns to face him and he stubbornly refuses to meet her gaze.
“Where are you going?” Max asks.
“Why do you care?”
“I’m not really sure, but the snow’s getting heavier and you don’t look so good.”
“Thanks, sweetheart,” Dean sarcastically drawls.
“You could crash on my couch for the night, if you wanted.”
“I thought you knew that I’d been on the FBI’s most wanted list.”
“Yeah, and I am pretty certain that if you try anything Dean, I could stop you without even breaking a sweat.”
The strange thing is that he believes her, even if she does look small and delicate. He nods at her as he turns off the car and he finally turns and faces her.
“Alright then, but just one night.”
**END**