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Run of the Mill Reunion
Apr. 18th, 2011 11:25 pmTitle: Run of the Mill Reunion
Fandom: Supernatural/Chuck/Psych
Author: MusicalLuna
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Ensemble
Genre: Humor/Crossover
Warnings: None
Complete: Maybe?
Summary: Six degrees of Kevin Bacon squared. He'll show up in this fic, it's just a matter of time.
A/N: I love these shows .
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody.
"Aaaaaaargh!" Sam shut his laptop with both hands and it let out a loud cracking sound. Sam grit his teeth together, fingers tensing into claws on the back of the screen.
Dean glanced over at him from the driver's seat, eyebrows raised in a wary expression. "A little frustrated, Sammy?"
Sam closed his eyes, his teeth grinding together. "My stupid computer just shut off on it's own for the third time."
Dean glanced down at the machine in his lap before looking back out to the road.
"And they're not supposed to do that?"
Sam shot an "Are you serious?" look at him from beneath his bangs. "No, Dean. They're not supposed to do that."
Dean shrugged and sniffed. "That sucks."
"Yeah," Sam said vehemently, "Yeah, it does suck. Because I can't analyze this data if I can't use the damn computer."
"Well, can't you fix it?"
Sam glared poisonously at him.
"If I knew how to fix it, don't you think I already would have?"
Dean held up his hands again
the wheel, his shoulders coming up in a gesture of submission. "Jeez, okay, Sammy. Relax, would you? I was just asking. What do we need to do?"
Sam looked back down at his computer, a scowl working it's way back across his face. "We need someone who knows what they're doing."
~*~
"Chuck, buddy, I think maybe next time we need to go easy on the Shirley Temples," Morgan said, eyes squinted shut against the bright lights of the store, palms pressed to the sides of his head. "This hangover is killing me."
Chuck glanced over at him from the paperwork on the clipboard in his lap. "Morgan, you only had two. I had four and I'm fine."
"Oh, that's right," Morgan replied snidely, glaring out from beneath his arm. "Just rub it in. Get some salt and ruuuub in the fact that you can hold your liquor better. Real classy, Chuck."
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Chuck looked back at his paperwork, saying very primly, "I'm sorry you're in pain, Morgan."
"You bet your ass you are," Morgan muttered and then leaned forward, pressing his head against the counter with a groan.
Chuck went back to his paperwork in peace and managed to get through a full two pages before a polite voice inquired, "Excuse me? I'm sorry, do you think you could help me out?"
He looked up, immediately plastering on his widest smile. "Sure! What can I..." The source of the voice wasn't where he expected it to be. He looked higher. Nope, still just a neck. Higher. There was the chin. Higher still. A nose, getting closer! And there, finally, at the top of a man who very well could have been the spawn of a tree, a pair of imploring hazel eyes. "...do for you?" Chuck finished feebly.
The giant smiled pleasantly and Chuck felt himself relax. He was huge, but he was pretty non-threatening once you got past the football field width chest and the arms with muscles the size of small basketballs. His eyes were huge. Like a teddy bear. Or maybe a kitten or something. A big, lanky kitten with hands as big as Chuck's head.
Coughing, Chuck leaned forward, clearing off the counter and met the gaze of a much shorter man he hadn't noticed standing just a step behind the giant. He froze.
Okay, that one was tiny looking comparatively, but he was fricking SCARY. This one watched him with razor sharp hazel eyes, an almost-frown set on his lips. It was a little like seeing an itty bitty terrier next to it's master. One of the bite-y, vicious little terrors that didn't seem to realize they were small enough to get punted around the world.
Except this guy could probably kick his ass around the world.
"Hi," he squeaked out.
The shorter man acknowledged the greeting with a short jerk of his head. The move was weirdly similar to something Casey might do. Clearing his throat he looked back up at the nonthreatening giant man. "What's your problem?"
The giant lifted a laptop computer, setting it on the counter before him. "It's shut off three times now for no particular reason."
"Oh, okay. I should definitely be able to do something about that." He pushed the lid of the laptop open, quickly booting it up with well-practiced fingers.
The desktop was just loading when a familiar voice growled from behind him, "Are these gentlemen bothering you?"
Chuck looked up, exasperated. "No, Casey, they're not bothering me. They're customers." He glanced back at them and noticed that the shorter man had tensed, the frown on his face threatening to break into a sneer, or maybe even a snarl. Obviously he recognized the alpha male threat Casey presented.
Casey grunted, but continued to lurk just over his shoulder. Chuck was pretty sure he could feel the heat of his breath on his shoulder.
The tall man didn't seem to be having any easier a time of it with his terrier-friend. He had one elbow subtly jutted out, attempting to form a barrier between the two men. He tried to ignore the tension growing in the air around the counter and focus on the computer and its problem. He needed to get these guys out of here before Casey went all crazy super-spy on them.
He was checking the computer's registry when Sarah decided to join them.
"Hi, Chuck," she said lightly, leaning over the counter to peck him on the cheek and whisper, "What's going on?"
He flashed a smile at her and glanced at the terrier-man only to see him very unashamedly scoping out Sarah's butt. He immediately frowned.
When the short man caught his dirty look he just grinned, his tension apparently erased by his salaciousness.
"Do you all mind?" Morgan piped up from below the desk, voice muffled by the arms over his head. "Man with a hangover down here."
The tall man on the other side of the counter raised an eyebrow and Chuck shrugged weakly.
Sarah turned with the ultimate air of nonchalance, eyes coolly taking in the two men across from him and the shorter one bobbed his eyebrows upward once, a lazy grin on his face. Chuck was annoyed by the fact that this revealed a heretofore unnoticed attractiveness. No fair.
"Hi," the short man said.
Sarah smiled with affected warmth. "Hi."
Casey growled.
Chuck was feeling the urge to do a little growling himself.
And that was when all hell broke loose.
Someone at the front of the store cried out as the door slid open, an entire swarm of black body-armor clad men and women storming through both the entrance and exit doors and nearly plowing them over.
"What the hell?" someone exclaimed and immediately had a gun pointed in their direction.
"DOWN. DOWN! EVERYBODY GET DOWN!"
That was what little Chuck managed to see before Casey's iron grip caught hold of his shoulder and dragged him off of the Nerd Herd stool, shoving him down below the counter alongside Morgan.
"Seriously," Morgan moaned. "Is it so much to ask for everyone to just be a little more quiet?"
"What the fu—"
"DOWN! DOWN! GET ON THE FLOOR NOW!"
"Aw, man. I can't believe this. Sammy, this is all your fault!"
"My fault? It's not my fault my computer broke. You're the one who kept downloading porn onto it!"
A few minutes later when the screaming had been subdued and everyone was on the floor with a watch-dog in black and Casey was lying on the floor of the Nerd Herd booth, muttering what were probably very, very nasty threats, Chuck suddenly heard a voice he recognized.
And it seemed he wasn't the only one.
"You don't think the whole S.W.A.T. team raid thing wasn't a little overdone? I mean, it's one guy. And he's not exactly dangerous. I told you, he shot his wife on accident."
"Shawn?" the two men on the other side of the counter demanded and Chuck's suspicions were confirmed.
"Spencer, shut the hell up!" a man snarled and Chuck had to check to make sure Casey was still behind the counter because that tone sounded so familiar.
Despite Casey's spluttering and attempts to drag him back down, Chuck lunged to his feet, his hands held up near his head, just to make it clear he DID NOT WANT TO BE SHOT!
And, as he expected, grinning like a lunatic, his eyes glittering with amusement, and walking right down the center of the Buy More's main aisle, was Shawn Spencer.
"Chuck!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms out exuberantly. The black man at his side eyeballed Chuck with obvious trepidation, stance something like that which Casey and Sarah often utilized. He was feeling protective. Chuck suspected he had to be the infamous "Gus" he'd heard so much about.
Behind Shawn, several of the black-clad S.W.A.T. team members were dragging off a man weeping hysterically and screaming, "I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT!" but Shawn, as usual, was unfazed.
"What the HELL are you doing here, Shawn?" the terrier-man demanded, still half-splayed on the floor.
Shawn just grinned at them. "And Sam and Dean! I can't believe it! Gus, can you believe it?"
The black man (definitely Gus) merely swept them all with a suspicious look and muttered sullenly, "No."
Beneath the counter, Morgan looked up, squinting. "Dude, is that Shawn I hear?" he asked.
Shawn lunged onto the counter, head hanging down to grin broadly at Morgan, oblivious to Casey's obvious desire to try and rip his head from his body. "DUDE!"
Morgan's face split into an equally huge grin. "DUDE!"
"OKTOBERFEST 2007!" they yelled simultaneously.
Sarah shot Chuck a look, clearly demanding, "What on earth...?" and he just shrugged.
That one was all Shawn and Morgan.
"This is so awesome," Shawn said, clearly delighted. "Dude, I know! We should all go for drinks!" He made a large circular gesture to indicate the group gathered around the counter.
Chuck glanced at Casey, saw the vein throbbing in his forehead, saw the curious look on Sarah's face, and saw that despite their annoyance, Sam and Dean looked about as pleased to see Shawn as he did.
He grinned. "As long as you're treating."
I loved this!
Date: 2011-06-10 11:29 pm (UTC)Re: I loved this!
Date: 2011-06-19 12:11 am (UTC)