In Which I Exist
I do exist! I just got really out of touch with fandom for awhile, then I came back but didn't really have anything to write. But now I do! So I'm back! Aren't you all just too darn excited for words?
Enough of my not-very-snarky not-very-sarcasm.
So. There's this girl. I call her Jules (jujuberry136) and she is a fantabulous writer. This summer she signed up for the Criminal Minds
bau_bigbang and I happened to be her beta because I'm just that cool. The product of our ridiculous summer endeavors can be found (and should be read!) over here at her journal. Seriously? It's amazing, I love it so much, and I don't just say that because I am her friend. It really is spectacular! It's an CM/SPN crossover, so if you're not really a CM fan, go for the boys. THE BOYS!
Anyways, this little interlude won't make sense unless you read that thing. But I wrote her a little sometin-sometin for being the awesome person she is and also because I needed this crazy thing to get out of my brain. Under the cut...
This has no title and is in no way a representative piece of my writing. It's just something I jotted down in about 10 minutes.
It's an AU scene of a scene from her story, so read that first. Happy reading!
Winchester smiled grimly. “We’ve had a big problem with demons lately. There are a couple ways of finding out if someone’s possessed. I have my favorites though.” Before he could finish, Winchester picked up the glass of water he had been playing with since arriving in the station and threw it at the FBI agents across the table.
“What the HELL?” Hotch demanded, instantly.
As Hotch blinked in disbelief, trying to refocus on his suspect and trying to figure out what the hell he had been thinking, he heard a noise of utter frustration from the chair besides him. Looking to his left, he saw Prentiss' tense body in profile.
She was stiff as a board, her shoulders up around her ears, eyes scrunched closed, hands balled into tight fists sticking straight down at her sides. Worriedly, Hotch wondered if she might be so angry she gave herself an aneurysm. Sometimes when Emily got mad it was all he could do not to imagine her face filling up with red and steam pouring out her ears, like in old cartoons. He really didn't want to try to get in between her and Dean right now.
Then he noticed Dean's expression out of the corner of his eye and turned to look more fully at him. Dean was staring intently at Prentiss' face, searching out something in her features. The look made Hotch shiver slightly; it was like Winchester was looking for evil lurking in Prentiss' pale face.
“I knew it! Why are you here you hell spawn?” Dean crowed triumphantly, still peering at Prentiss.
With her eyes still shut tightly, damp strands of hair falling in her face, and drops of water dripping slowly from the tip of her nose, Prentiss sucked in some air between her teeth, making a hissing sound that made Hotch lean away from her.
“Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?” Dean continued to spout at her. “You won't get shit from me! Why don't you go play with your stupid minions? Or are you in fact the minion?”
Finally Prentiss' eyes opened to glare at Winchester, who startled and widened his eyes, staring back.
“That was a very big mistake, Mr. Winchester,” she murmured, glowering at him from under the wet fringe of her hair.
“Christo?” Dean asked tentatively, eyes still glued to hers.
“No, religion cannot help you out of this. That was assault on a federal agent.”
“So, you're not a demon after all then? Well, that's not bad.”
“WHAT?” Prentiss and Hotch blurted as one.
fin
A/N: I had this idea stuck in my head for an entire week after betaing this scene of her fic and finally gave in to the pressing need to writing it. It is dedicated to her of course,jujuberry136 who writes me fic and encourages me and made me post this despite being terrified of ever posting any of my own work. Thanks Jules!
Now I'm going to go back to sitting here and idly staring out the window dreaming about Pinto fic (JUJU THIS IS YOUR FAULT).
Enough of my not-very-snarky not-very-sarcasm.
So. There's this girl. I call her Jules (jujuberry136) and she is a fantabulous writer. This summer she signed up for the Criminal Minds
bau_bigbang and I happened to be her beta because I'm just that cool. The product of our ridiculous summer endeavors can be found (and should be read!) over here at her journal. Seriously? It's amazing, I love it so much, and I don't just say that because I am her friend. It really is spectacular! It's an CM/SPN crossover, so if you're not really a CM fan, go for the boys. THE BOYS!
Anyways, this little interlude won't make sense unless you read that thing. But I wrote her a little sometin-sometin for being the awesome person she is and also because I needed this crazy thing to get out of my brain. Under the cut...
This has no title and is in no way a representative piece of my writing. It's just something I jotted down in about 10 minutes.
It's an AU scene of a scene from her story, so read that first. Happy reading!
Winchester smiled grimly. “We’ve had a big problem with demons lately. There are a couple ways of finding out if someone’s possessed. I have my favorites though.” Before he could finish, Winchester picked up the glass of water he had been playing with since arriving in the station and threw it at the FBI agents across the table.
“What the HELL?” Hotch demanded, instantly.
As Hotch blinked in disbelief, trying to refocus on his suspect and trying to figure out what the hell he had been thinking, he heard a noise of utter frustration from the chair besides him. Looking to his left, he saw Prentiss' tense body in profile.
She was stiff as a board, her shoulders up around her ears, eyes scrunched closed, hands balled into tight fists sticking straight down at her sides. Worriedly, Hotch wondered if she might be so angry she gave herself an aneurysm. Sometimes when Emily got mad it was all he could do not to imagine her face filling up with red and steam pouring out her ears, like in old cartoons. He really didn't want to try to get in between her and Dean right now.
Then he noticed Dean's expression out of the corner of his eye and turned to look more fully at him. Dean was staring intently at Prentiss' face, searching out something in her features. The look made Hotch shiver slightly; it was like Winchester was looking for evil lurking in Prentiss' pale face.
“I knew it! Why are you here you hell spawn?” Dean crowed triumphantly, still peering at Prentiss.
With her eyes still shut tightly, damp strands of hair falling in her face, and drops of water dripping slowly from the tip of her nose, Prentiss sucked in some air between her teeth, making a hissing sound that made Hotch lean away from her.
“Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?” Dean continued to spout at her. “You won't get shit from me! Why don't you go play with your stupid minions? Or are you in fact the minion?”
Finally Prentiss' eyes opened to glare at Winchester, who startled and widened his eyes, staring back.
“That was a very big mistake, Mr. Winchester,” she murmured, glowering at him from under the wet fringe of her hair.
“Christo?” Dean asked tentatively, eyes still glued to hers.
“No, religion cannot help you out of this. That was assault on a federal agent.”
“So, you're not a demon after all then? Well, that's not bad.”
“WHAT?” Prentiss and Hotch blurted as one.
fin
A/N: I had this idea stuck in my head for an entire week after betaing this scene of her fic and finally gave in to the pressing need to writing it. It is dedicated to her of course,jujuberry136 who writes me fic and encourages me and made me post this despite being terrified of ever posting any of my own work. Thanks Jules!
Now I'm going to go back to sitting here and idly staring out the window dreaming about Pinto fic (JUJU THIS IS YOUR FAULT).