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Title:Annoyance
Claim: Dark Angel general
Crossover: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13 for mild swearing
Prompt: #37-sound
Warnings: none that I can think of.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Concrit always welcome.
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“Your music sucks.” Sam held back a groan when the man in the backseat spoke. He opened his mouth to say something when Dean beat him to it.

“It’s my music. I like my music. My music does not suck.” Dean was gripping the wheel hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Sam was worried about that. Ever since The Incident, as it was becoming known, Dean was just getting tenser with no relief. Their first priority at the moment was to find the rest of the ingredients to complete the spell. To hopefully send Alec back to his home dimension.

“Yeah, well, it still sucks.” Sam could hear Alec moving around in the backseat. “I’m bored.”

This time Sam beat Dean, “You’re like a four year old. We’re almost to the town. We’ll stop. Find a hotel. Get a room. And then find some of this moss. You can sit there until then.” Sam looked over at Dean and saw him relax a bit. Sam let out a small sigh and settled into his seat. Waiting for the next interruption from the backseat. Alec may be Dean’s interdimensional double but he couldn’t stand him. Maybe they could just shoot Alec and hide the body?


Title:Headache
Claim: Dark Angel general
Crossover: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13 for mild swearing
Prompt: #8-weeks
Warnings: none that I can think of.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Concrit always welcome.
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“I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.” Dean started changing as soon as they got into their room. Alec got his own as neither of them wanted to spend anymore time with him than absolutely necessary.

“I know.” Sam said as he guided Dean to one of the beds. “For someone who looks exactly like you he’s nothing like you.”

Dean collapsed on his face, sinking into the bed. “That’s the problem, he’s like a more self-centered and skeezy version of me. But, you know, thanks for saying he’s not like me.”

Sam laid down on his own bed and grunted in response. He had a headache because of the doppelganger with a three second attention span sitting in their backseat for close to a month. A month of no hunting. Unless he counted searching for spell components as hunting. “We’ll get the last ingredient tomorrow and hopefully get rid of him.”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll start to think you don’t like me.” Sam sat up in bed to see Alec standing in the doorway between their rooms. Dean just groaned from where he was still lying. Alec smirked at him and continued, “Anyways I found this thing under my bed. Probably wouldn’t even have noticed it if you two hadn’t been telling me all this crazy shit. So I beat the crap out of it and left it unconscious on the floor. Kinda gross looking and smells funny.” Alec looked at them expectantly, like a child waiting for a cookie. Sam groaned again and flopped back down on his bed.


Author notes: I think Alec comes off as kinda an ass, but it's from Sam's pov and I think that's how Sam would see him.
Tags: dark angel, supernatural
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