Doing Business Dean/Gwen
Title: Doing Business
Author: keyne_mckinnon
Rating: PG-13 for the swearing and the leering
Fandom Crossed With: Angel the Series/Supernatural
The Prompt: Dean & Gwen Raiden meet while "working".
Warnings: N/A
Author notes: Special thanks to mands_angelfox for her portrayal of Dean that inspired the pool scene.
Word Count: 1877
The lone figure dressed in black leather jumped from the roof of the building across the alley and landed gracefully with barely a sound. Gwen had been hired to steal the Sword of Omendart for a wealthy black market weapons collector. It was her last job before she left for her Shanghai trip. She’d been tempted to pass on the job, but once she heard the security surrounding it, she couldn’t resist. You were only as good as the reputation of your last job. When she pulled this off, her client list would double.
Gwen pulled her lock pick kit out of her pack and in little time opened the small door to the electricity box. Taking out the wire strippers, she partially stripped the insulation and exposed the ends of the wire. A small smile flashed across her features as she took off one of her silken gloves and grasped the live wires. A blue spark lit the night around her at the same moment the lights in the building went out. “Step one.”
Carefully, she replaced her tool kit into her pack and silently crossed the roof to the metal door before placing her hand on the electronic lock. The red light bar instantly switched to green and Gwen pulled open the door with barely a sound.
Her senses went on high alert, listening for anything that would tell her the demon guards were aware of her presence. There were only three of them surrounding the sword, but about a dozen human guards throughout the building. It was defeating the demon guards that would increase her reputation. Everyone that had gone after the Sword of Omendart had died trying to steal it and Gwen was determined she wasn’t going to join the crowd. She never was a joiner.
A sound to her left caused Gwen to stop walking down the corridor and listen, muscles tensing for battle. She relaxed as soon as she recognized that the sound was human. Gwen slid her pack from her shoulders so she would have free movement, when the guards turned the corner. Silent as a cat, she swung her leg out catching the first one in the midsection before turning to hit the second one with a chop to the neck. Gwen’s movements were swift and strong, taking both guards down with barely a sound or a fight within a few movements.
She reached for her pack and took out strong rope tying their wrists together, making sure that they would not be able to pull free. Heaving a deep sigh, Gwen placed her hands under the first guard’s arms and dragged him to the nearest room. Repeating the process with the other one she grunted, “Damn, they’re making them bigger and dumber these days.”
Picking up her pack, Gwen silently continued on her journey to the center of the building. In the back of her mind was the knowledge that she hadn’t even heard the demons yet, and that was not a good sign.
“Come on, Sammy!”
The voice and the words startled Gwen, but the sound of a shotgun blast that followed soon after, set her off on a run to where the Sword of Omendart was kept. She’d be damned if she got this far and someone fucked up her job. She came to a complete stop at the sight of two men blasting their way past the demons.
“Son of a bitch! Oh no you don’t.” Gwen raised her hands and bent the laser beams next to the pedestal and glass case that held the sword. “Thanks for the distraction, handsome.” She winked at the one closest to her before making her way to the prize. She knew they’d both be too busy with the demons to stop her.
She stopped mid-stride when a bullet hit the ground at her feet before she could reach the pedestal. Spinning around she cocked her eyebrow as hazel eyes met green. “You know, I’m starting to regret not hurting you when I walked by.”
“The sword is ours.” Dean narrowed his eyes at the brunette dressed in black leather, trusting Sam to finish the last of the demons.
“Is that right? Funny, but I’ve heard that possession is nine-tenths the law and since I’m closer to possessing, I’d say it was mine.” Gwen subtly moved her hands forward, she had control enough of her abilities that she could only give superficial wounds now if she wanted. She could always shock the gun and scare the shit out them before leaving.
“Shotgun here says that it’s mine.” He cocked the weapon, his gaze never leaving hers. “And it would be a shame to put a hole in that fine leather.”
“Please tell me that you’re not getting the sword because you want to use it to find someone important to you. I only let that excuse work once and it netted me thirty three million, so unless you’re going to give me over a million I’m going to have to say nope, still mine.” Gwen tilted her head slightly, “and on a scale from one to dumb shit, exactly how stupid do you think I am? You and I both know that you won’t shoot me.”
Dean cocked his eyebrow, “I wouldn’t be too sure, darlin’ and the sword is to kill an ultimate evil.” His gaze never waving from hers, even when Sam came to stand beside him.
“Dean.” Sam’s voice was low, but firm.
“Dean? Now I have a name.” Gwen smiled slightly before turning her attention to Sam. “Thanks for getting rid of the demons, cutie. While my reputation won’t get better, I’ll take the free distraction.”
“Now, while I can admire someone that prefers leather and obviously can hold her own in a situation, I’m still going to insist we’re taking the sword.”
“Insist all you like, handsome, you still have to get by me to get it.” Before Dean could respond, Gwen raised her hands quickly and the laser beams effectively cut the Winchester brothers off from her. “Nice trick, huh?”
Moving to the pedestal, Gwen touched her palm to the electrical readout and the light turned to green a moment before the glass case slid away from the sword.
“WAIT!” Sam yelled as he watched the pretty brunette’s hand reach for the weapon. “He wasn’t lying. This is the only thing that will kill the demon that killed our mother.” The last bullet in the Colt had been dispensed and they still hadn’t killed the evil. The Sword of Omendart was their only chance.
“God, why is it that I always run into handsome men on a mission?” It wasn’t like she’d get more jobs from this one since they were the ones that got by the demons. “If you’re yanking my chain I will hunt you down.”
Gwen picked up the sword and swept her other hand allowing the laser beams to arc out of their way. With a flick of her wrist she sent the sword sailing through the air toward Dean. “Catch.”
Dean lowered the shotgun to let it rest at his side as his other hand reached out for the sword. Twisting his arm, he slid the sword into the sheath strapped waiting on his back. “Nice doing business with ya, darlin’.” His lips turned into a smirk, “and I would have put a hole in your leather.” He would do anything to get the son of a bitch that killed his mother. The hole would have been superficial, but she didn’t need to know that.
Her eyelid lowered in a wink simultaneously lowering her hand and the lasers. The room filled with the claxon of alarms once Dean and Sam’s body hit the green beams. Gwen laughed, “Did you think I’d make it easy for you to leave with it? A girl’s got to have some fun. The remaining guards should be here in about two minutes.” Gwen smirked before she waved her hands and moved the beams out of her way, as she walked toward an exit.
“What makes you think there are any remaining guards?” Dean chuckled, watching the leather clad figure move effortlessly through the light.
Gwen stopped and turned to look at him over her shoulder, “Well, there are the two that I passed on my way here that didn’t see me and it was right before I heard your gun. So, I’d say there were two.” Telling a lie came with the job and they fell effortlessly from her lips. “Nice doing business with you, Dean.” Her gaze flicked over to Sam, “and you, too, Sam.”
~*~
One month later
Gwen bent low over the pool table, her hazel eyes trained on the placement of each of the balls, her mind working through the kind of shot that she’d have to make to clean the table. It could be done, but it would be tricky.
“I’d know that view anywhere.”
She turned to look over her shoulder and smirked at the sight of Dean standing behind her. “I’m flattered that you’d remember, handsome.” Her eyebrow crooked into an angle, “and I don’t remember being in this position when we met.”
“Oh you weren’t, darlin’. But you were in my dreams.” He gave her a cocky smile, “and it’s hard to forget someone that prefers leather.”
Standing up from the table, Gwen raised her pool stick and positioned it perfectly for the shot. A flick of her wrist sent the white cue ball in the direction intended and three of her striped balls rolled into the pockets.
Dean let out a low appreciative whistle when she cleared the table. If there was one thing that he appreciated besides his Impala, it was fine leather and a truly impressive pool shot.
After reaching for the pile of money sitting on the side of the green velvet, Gwen turned to look at Dean. Her eyes slowly sliding up his body until hazel met green. “Played with your sword lately, handsome?”
He chuckled deeply at the double entendre, “Not yet, but Sam’s keeping it safe.”
Gwen laughed and twirled her pool stick between her fingers. “I would make a comment, but I’ll let it go… for now. Should I be flattered that you found me or is this one of those crazy coincidences?” Leaning her weight on the pool table, she crossed her legs at the ankle.
“Crazy coincidence. I was following a lead and decided to take a break.” His hand gestured toward the pool table, “Care to make a wager?”
A calculating gleam came into Gwen’s eyes, “What kind of wager? My commission for the sword?” She smiled at Dean’s light snort, “All right, how about ten bucks a shot?” Pushing off from the pool table, Gwen mentally connected to LISA, turning it on so she wouldn’t accidentally shock him. Standing on her toes she leaned in close, and whispered in his ear, “Or if you’re really adventurous we could play for body shots. Loser is the table.”
“I’m always up for an adventure, darlin’.” Dean let Gwen’s mind join him in the gutter and winked as he reached for his own pool stick. “I never turn down a win-win with a woman in leather.”
Author: keyne_mckinnon
Rating: PG-13 for the swearing and the leering
Fandom Crossed With: Angel the Series/Supernatural
The Prompt: Dean & Gwen Raiden meet while "working".
Warnings: N/A
Author notes: Special thanks to mands_angelfox for her portrayal of Dean that inspired the pool scene.
Word Count: 1877
The lone figure dressed in black leather jumped from the roof of the building across the alley and landed gracefully with barely a sound. Gwen had been hired to steal the Sword of Omendart for a wealthy black market weapons collector. It was her last job before she left for her Shanghai trip. She’d been tempted to pass on the job, but once she heard the security surrounding it, she couldn’t resist. You were only as good as the reputation of your last job. When she pulled this off, her client list would double.
Gwen pulled her lock pick kit out of her pack and in little time opened the small door to the electricity box. Taking out the wire strippers, she partially stripped the insulation and exposed the ends of the wire. A small smile flashed across her features as she took off one of her silken gloves and grasped the live wires. A blue spark lit the night around her at the same moment the lights in the building went out. “Step one.”
Carefully, she replaced her tool kit into her pack and silently crossed the roof to the metal door before placing her hand on the electronic lock. The red light bar instantly switched to green and Gwen pulled open the door with barely a sound.
Her senses went on high alert, listening for anything that would tell her the demon guards were aware of her presence. There were only three of them surrounding the sword, but about a dozen human guards throughout the building. It was defeating the demon guards that would increase her reputation. Everyone that had gone after the Sword of Omendart had died trying to steal it and Gwen was determined she wasn’t going to join the crowd. She never was a joiner.
A sound to her left caused Gwen to stop walking down the corridor and listen, muscles tensing for battle. She relaxed as soon as she recognized that the sound was human. Gwen slid her pack from her shoulders so she would have free movement, when the guards turned the corner. Silent as a cat, she swung her leg out catching the first one in the midsection before turning to hit the second one with a chop to the neck. Gwen’s movements were swift and strong, taking both guards down with barely a sound or a fight within a few movements.
She reached for her pack and took out strong rope tying their wrists together, making sure that they would not be able to pull free. Heaving a deep sigh, Gwen placed her hands under the first guard’s arms and dragged him to the nearest room. Repeating the process with the other one she grunted, “Damn, they’re making them bigger and dumber these days.”
Picking up her pack, Gwen silently continued on her journey to the center of the building. In the back of her mind was the knowledge that she hadn’t even heard the demons yet, and that was not a good sign.
“Come on, Sammy!”
The voice and the words startled Gwen, but the sound of a shotgun blast that followed soon after, set her off on a run to where the Sword of Omendart was kept. She’d be damned if she got this far and someone fucked up her job. She came to a complete stop at the sight of two men blasting their way past the demons.
“Son of a bitch! Oh no you don’t.” Gwen raised her hands and bent the laser beams next to the pedestal and glass case that held the sword. “Thanks for the distraction, handsome.” She winked at the one closest to her before making her way to the prize. She knew they’d both be too busy with the demons to stop her.
She stopped mid-stride when a bullet hit the ground at her feet before she could reach the pedestal. Spinning around she cocked her eyebrow as hazel eyes met green. “You know, I’m starting to regret not hurting you when I walked by.”
“The sword is ours.” Dean narrowed his eyes at the brunette dressed in black leather, trusting Sam to finish the last of the demons.
“Is that right? Funny, but I’ve heard that possession is nine-tenths the law and since I’m closer to possessing, I’d say it was mine.” Gwen subtly moved her hands forward, she had control enough of her abilities that she could only give superficial wounds now if she wanted. She could always shock the gun and scare the shit out them before leaving.
“Shotgun here says that it’s mine.” He cocked the weapon, his gaze never leaving hers. “And it would be a shame to put a hole in that fine leather.”
“Please tell me that you’re not getting the sword because you want to use it to find someone important to you. I only let that excuse work once and it netted me thirty three million, so unless you’re going to give me over a million I’m going to have to say nope, still mine.” Gwen tilted her head slightly, “and on a scale from one to dumb shit, exactly how stupid do you think I am? You and I both know that you won’t shoot me.”
Dean cocked his eyebrow, “I wouldn’t be too sure, darlin’ and the sword is to kill an ultimate evil.” His gaze never waving from hers, even when Sam came to stand beside him.
“Dean.” Sam’s voice was low, but firm.
“Dean? Now I have a name.” Gwen smiled slightly before turning her attention to Sam. “Thanks for getting rid of the demons, cutie. While my reputation won’t get better, I’ll take the free distraction.”
“Now, while I can admire someone that prefers leather and obviously can hold her own in a situation, I’m still going to insist we’re taking the sword.”
“Insist all you like, handsome, you still have to get by me to get it.” Before Dean could respond, Gwen raised her hands quickly and the laser beams effectively cut the Winchester brothers off from her. “Nice trick, huh?”
Moving to the pedestal, Gwen touched her palm to the electrical readout and the light turned to green a moment before the glass case slid away from the sword.
“WAIT!” Sam yelled as he watched the pretty brunette’s hand reach for the weapon. “He wasn’t lying. This is the only thing that will kill the demon that killed our mother.” The last bullet in the Colt had been dispensed and they still hadn’t killed the evil. The Sword of Omendart was their only chance.
“God, why is it that I always run into handsome men on a mission?” It wasn’t like she’d get more jobs from this one since they were the ones that got by the demons. “If you’re yanking my chain I will hunt you down.”
Gwen picked up the sword and swept her other hand allowing the laser beams to arc out of their way. With a flick of her wrist she sent the sword sailing through the air toward Dean. “Catch.”
Dean lowered the shotgun to let it rest at his side as his other hand reached out for the sword. Twisting his arm, he slid the sword into the sheath strapped waiting on his back. “Nice doing business with ya, darlin’.” His lips turned into a smirk, “and I would have put a hole in your leather.” He would do anything to get the son of a bitch that killed his mother. The hole would have been superficial, but she didn’t need to know that.
Her eyelid lowered in a wink simultaneously lowering her hand and the lasers. The room filled with the claxon of alarms once Dean and Sam’s body hit the green beams. Gwen laughed, “Did you think I’d make it easy for you to leave with it? A girl’s got to have some fun. The remaining guards should be here in about two minutes.” Gwen smirked before she waved her hands and moved the beams out of her way, as she walked toward an exit.
“What makes you think there are any remaining guards?” Dean chuckled, watching the leather clad figure move effortlessly through the light.
Gwen stopped and turned to look at him over her shoulder, “Well, there are the two that I passed on my way here that didn’t see me and it was right before I heard your gun. So, I’d say there were two.” Telling a lie came with the job and they fell effortlessly from her lips. “Nice doing business with you, Dean.” Her gaze flicked over to Sam, “and you, too, Sam.”
~*~
One month later
Gwen bent low over the pool table, her hazel eyes trained on the placement of each of the balls, her mind working through the kind of shot that she’d have to make to clean the table. It could be done, but it would be tricky.
“I’d know that view anywhere.”
She turned to look over her shoulder and smirked at the sight of Dean standing behind her. “I’m flattered that you’d remember, handsome.” Her eyebrow crooked into an angle, “and I don’t remember being in this position when we met.”
“Oh you weren’t, darlin’. But you were in my dreams.” He gave her a cocky smile, “and it’s hard to forget someone that prefers leather.”
Standing up from the table, Gwen raised her pool stick and positioned it perfectly for the shot. A flick of her wrist sent the white cue ball in the direction intended and three of her striped balls rolled into the pockets.
Dean let out a low appreciative whistle when she cleared the table. If there was one thing that he appreciated besides his Impala, it was fine leather and a truly impressive pool shot.
After reaching for the pile of money sitting on the side of the green velvet, Gwen turned to look at Dean. Her eyes slowly sliding up his body until hazel met green. “Played with your sword lately, handsome?”
He chuckled deeply at the double entendre, “Not yet, but Sam’s keeping it safe.”
Gwen laughed and twirled her pool stick between her fingers. “I would make a comment, but I’ll let it go… for now. Should I be flattered that you found me or is this one of those crazy coincidences?” Leaning her weight on the pool table, she crossed her legs at the ankle.
“Crazy coincidence. I was following a lead and decided to take a break.” His hand gestured toward the pool table, “Care to make a wager?”
A calculating gleam came into Gwen’s eyes, “What kind of wager? My commission for the sword?” She smiled at Dean’s light snort, “All right, how about ten bucks a shot?” Pushing off from the pool table, Gwen mentally connected to LISA, turning it on so she wouldn’t accidentally shock him. Standing on her toes she leaned in close, and whispered in his ear, “Or if you’re really adventurous we could play for body shots. Loser is the table.”
“I’m always up for an adventure, darlin’.” Dean let Gwen’s mind join him in the gutter and winked as he reached for his own pool stick. “I never turn down a win-win with a woman in leather.”