>> Journeys
TITLE: Journeys
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ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: generic spoilers for all three shows, but nothing much IMHO. Except for SPN where there are mild spoilers all around up to 3.12.
ultraviolet9aSPOILER: generic spoilers for all three shows, but nothing much IMHO. Except for SPN where there are mild spoilers all around up to 3.12.
GENRE: Gen. Crossover between SPN/Doctor Who/Criminal Minds. (Yes. I know. Don’t judge.)
CHARACTERS: Dean, Sam, the Doctor, Spencer Reid
SUMMARY: Conditioners. Frizz. Screwdrivers. Journeys. It’s not crack, though.
RATING: pg13
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them. Bugrit.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them. Bugrit.
NOTE: The story started here, and I was offered cookies and a spleen in return. You know me, I can never turn a good spleen ‘n cookie down. And then I thought, oooooh the prompt the dragonz suggested for her birthday works excellent here too. (What? I’m multitasking.)
NOTE2: beta by very shiny buffyaddict13. Her contribution in the Reid talk was amazing.
buffyaddict13. Her contribution in the Reid talk was amazing.It is good to have an end to journey toward;
but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
Ursula K. LeGuin.
It’s strange holing up in the TARDIS, though ‘holing up’ is the wrong word to begin with, cuz, dude, the place is huge. It should have come as no surprise, not with what he’s seen, not with what he’s been through, but here he is, here both of them are, in a freaking spaceship (“Time-machine cum spaceship,” Reid said the first day and Dean wanted to throttle him), and Dean’s not even feeling the need to hum Metallica anymore. Well. At least not loud enough for Sam to hear, though the Doctor rolls his eyes or whistles along as if he knows.
Once he even patted Dean on the shoulder telling him to relax, they weren’t actually flying. They were fazing in and out as they moved through dimensions, time, whatever, and Dean had stopped humming anything. There was no spit left for that, his mouth had run that kind of dry.
And the Doctor was chuckling, and then Sam was too. Superhearing bastards.
( Dean smiles. )
