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isaacsapphire) wrote2009-05-31 01:16 am
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Crossover Fic - It’s Only Natural
Title: It’s Only Natural
Author: IsaacSapphire
Fandom(s): Supernatural (American TV show) and Twilight
Wordcount: 480
Rating: T
Pairing(s): There is one, but it’s a surprise
Warnings/categories: Crackfic, foul language, and insinuations of mpreg, sort of.
Reviews: Constructive criticism and praise are always welcome. Heck, flames are ok too.
Synopsis: Sam and Dean, slayers of monsters and demons, are heading to Forks, but Dean won’t tell Sam why.
Timeline: Sometime after “Bloodlust” for Supernatural and the events of the first volume of the Twilight books.
Spoiler warning: Very slight for “Bloodlust”, none for Twilight, unless you count “Edward’s a vampire” as a spoiler, but you’d have to live under a rock to miss that.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, or the Supernatural universe. They belong to Erik Kirpk and the CW, not me. I don’t own Bella, Edward, or the Twilight universe either. They belong to Stephanie Myers. I just write free advertisements for them. I make no money from this fanfiction. Please do not redistribute in any form without permission, even with the proper byline.
***
“I am not a fangirl Sam!”
“So why are we going to Forks then? I mean, these vampires aren’t hurting anyone, have actually taken out a few others that were. Not evil, not our problem. Hence, you’re a fangirl. It’s the only explanation.”
“That’s not it…”
“’cause, you know, if you really want to hang out with vegetarian vampires, I think I might have Lenora’s number.”
“For fuck’s sake, it’s not the vampires.”
“So tell me what it *is* then.”
“…”
“Fangirl, fangirl, fangirl.” Sam chanted in a sing-song voice.
“Shut up! It’s not for me.”
“Then who’s it for? *I’m* not into sparkly vampires and rain in Bumfuck Washington.”
“You’ll see.”
“You so owe me one for this.”
***
They’re ordering food at the local diner when some pale guy drives up across the street and helps a rather stupid looking girl out of his car. The two of them walk off towards some shops, but the car, a shiny silver Volvo, inexplicably crosses the street and parks itself next to the Impala, which equally inexplicably seems to have turned itself on and is gently shaking. They “vroom” at each other until the food shows up, then the Volvo moves slowly out, followed by the Impala.
Sam’s surprised that Dean isn’t. “Um, dude. Your car just left with this late model European car.”
Dean shrugs and reaches across Sam for the ketchup.
Sam thinks that Dean is deliberately dragging his feet, asking the waitress to list of the pies repeatedly before just getting one of everything. As they’re paying, Dean asks where the nearest hotel is. The lady directs them to a B&B down the street.
The Impala isn’t in the diner parking lot, but Dean just grins and heads off in the direction of the B&B.
“Dean, you do remember parking the car out here, right?”
Dean looks at him like Sam’s a moron. “Yes. She’ll come back and she’s smart enough to figure out where we’re going to be. Plus,” Dean hefts their duffels. “I’ve got your toothbrush and footy-jammies right here.”
***
The next morning Sam actually sleeps in later than Dean, possibly because it’s the first time he’s slept on a decent mattress in months. After decimating the continental breakfast, they exit to the parking lot where, surprise surprise, the Impala is waiting for them, somehow exuding smug satisfaction.
***
The next stop is Portland to look into a possible irate ghost cat-lady, so it’s not like Forks was completely out of their way. Still…
“So you let your *car* henpeck you into taking it to fuck some celebrity?”
“She doesn’t ask for things very often. Unlike someone I could mention.”
“You did talk to her about protection, right?”
***
Alice is giggling when she walks into Edward’s room. “I want the pick of the litter.”
Author: IsaacSapphire
Fandom(s): Supernatural (American TV show) and Twilight
Wordcount: 480
Rating: T
Pairing(s): There is one, but it’s a surprise
Warnings/categories: Crackfic, foul language, and insinuations of mpreg, sort of.
Reviews: Constructive criticism and praise are always welcome. Heck, flames are ok too.
Synopsis: Sam and Dean, slayers of monsters and demons, are heading to Forks, but Dean won’t tell Sam why.
Timeline: Sometime after “Bloodlust” for Supernatural and the events of the first volume of the Twilight books.
Spoiler warning: Very slight for “Bloodlust”, none for Twilight, unless you count “Edward’s a vampire” as a spoiler, but you’d have to live under a rock to miss that.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, or the Supernatural universe. They belong to Erik Kirpk and the CW, not me. I don’t own Bella, Edward, or the Twilight universe either. They belong to Stephanie Myers. I just write free advertisements for them. I make no money from this fanfiction. Please do not redistribute in any form without permission, even with the proper byline.
***
“I am not a fangirl Sam!”
“So why are we going to Forks then? I mean, these vampires aren’t hurting anyone, have actually taken out a few others that were. Not evil, not our problem. Hence, you’re a fangirl. It’s the only explanation.”
“That’s not it…”
“’cause, you know, if you really want to hang out with vegetarian vampires, I think I might have Lenora’s number.”
“For fuck’s sake, it’s not the vampires.”
“So tell me what it *is* then.”
“…”
“Fangirl, fangirl, fangirl.” Sam chanted in a sing-song voice.
“Shut up! It’s not for me.”
“Then who’s it for? *I’m* not into sparkly vampires and rain in Bumfuck Washington.”
“You’ll see.”
“You so owe me one for this.”
***
They’re ordering food at the local diner when some pale guy drives up across the street and helps a rather stupid looking girl out of his car. The two of them walk off towards some shops, but the car, a shiny silver Volvo, inexplicably crosses the street and parks itself next to the Impala, which equally inexplicably seems to have turned itself on and is gently shaking. They “vroom” at each other until the food shows up, then the Volvo moves slowly out, followed by the Impala.
Sam’s surprised that Dean isn’t. “Um, dude. Your car just left with this late model European car.”
Dean shrugs and reaches across Sam for the ketchup.
Sam thinks that Dean is deliberately dragging his feet, asking the waitress to list of the pies repeatedly before just getting one of everything. As they’re paying, Dean asks where the nearest hotel is. The lady directs them to a B&B down the street.
The Impala isn’t in the diner parking lot, but Dean just grins and heads off in the direction of the B&B.
“Dean, you do remember parking the car out here, right?”
Dean looks at him like Sam’s a moron. “Yes. She’ll come back and she’s smart enough to figure out where we’re going to be. Plus,” Dean hefts their duffels. “I’ve got your toothbrush and footy-jammies right here.”
***
The next morning Sam actually sleeps in later than Dean, possibly because it’s the first time he’s slept on a decent mattress in months. After decimating the continental breakfast, they exit to the parking lot where, surprise surprise, the Impala is waiting for them, somehow exuding smug satisfaction.
***
The next stop is Portland to look into a possible irate ghost cat-lady, so it’s not like Forks was completely out of their way. Still…
“So you let your *car* henpeck you into taking it to fuck some celebrity?”
“She doesn’t ask for things very often. Unlike someone I could mention.”
“You did talk to her about protection, right?”
***
Alice is giggling when she walks into Edward’s room. “I want the pick of the litter.”