Title: Unfinished Business
Characters: Dean Winchester/Elle Bishop, Sam Winchester
fic_variations Prompt: Heroes and Villains (#2)
Content Warning: Spoilers through 211: Powerless (Heroes).
Summary: Elle is the victim of a ghost attack, and the Winchesters have to get down to the bottom of it.
Author's Note: Follows Psycho, but Hot.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Heroes or Supernautral. They're owned by NBC and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“So you boys drive around being ghostbusters?” Elle said, raising an eyebrow at the two men sitting across from her. “That’s what you do for a living?”
“Well, it’s not really for a living,” Sam sighed. “We don’t get paid.”
“But we do a whole helluva a lot of good,” Dean nodded, meeting Elle’s skeptical gaze with an even one of his own. Elle rolled her eyes slightly before slumping back in the seat. Right. Ghosts. Although she was the girl who shot lightening from her hands, so she should have figured that anything was possible. She just didn’t think that it was something that would ever happen to her, as apparently common as it was.
She also didn’t think she would be saved by the man who’s life she had threatened over five days earlier.
“So what’re you gonna do?” Elle said, picking up a french fry and popping it in her mouth. “Suck the poor bastard into your ghost busting machine and that’s it?”
Dean chuckled slightly at that, before shaking his head. “Not exactly how it works, sweetheart.”
“Whatever,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “What do you want from me anyway? You saved me, didn’t you?”
“We stopped him for the moment,” Sam said with a sigh. “We need to know why he came after you to begin with. We need to know his motive.”
“Or what, otherwise he can’t be zapped?” she said, the skeptical look returning to her face.
“Pretty much, yeah—” Dean replied. “—or it at least makes things easier anyway.”
“Uh-huh,” she said with a sigh, the skeptical look not fading any.
“Elle, we really do need to know,” Sam said, running his hand over his face.
“Least you could do after you tried to kill me, and then we saved your life.”
“I would have made it out fine,” she said, fixing a glare on the elder Winchester. She didn’t like it when it was insinuated that she couldn’t take care of herself. It was one of the reasons why she’d left New York, and the biggest reason why she wasn’t looking for Adam. Both of them, whether it was because they were her father or her lover didn’t believe that she could take care of herself without things getting messy. She didn’t need to get the same insinuation from total strangers.
“Yeah—because you looked like you were doing so well for yourself right there.” Dean said, meeting her glare with one of his own. She figured that he was probably still pissed off about the whole trying to kill him thing, and yeah—if she were him, she’d probably be just as pissed, but she didn’t need him treating her like she was two.
“Look, Elle,” Sam began. She was beginning to get a handle on their roles a little better. Dean was muscle while Sam was the diplomat. It was pretty clear, actually. Sam was definitely better at communicating with people, while Dean was more of the one to get right to the point. Which in some ways could come in handy, but mostly it was making her reconsider that taking back that fact that she promised she wouldn’t kill him. And considering all this was also making her totally space on what Sam was saying, and she blinked at him when they both started staring at her, apparently looking for something.
“You obviously know the guy,” Dean said, leaning back in the booth. “What’s the unfinished business?”
“I killed him, alright?” she said throwing it out there with a shrug and a rather unamused look. At that both brothers jaws dropped and she rolled her eyes. “What, did you think I wasn’t serious when I threatened your brother’s life a few days ago?” The brothers fell silent on that one and she rolled her eyes. “That’s what I thought.”
“Why?” Sam frowned, and as he turned on the ‘you kicked my puppy’ eyes. She thought she was going to puke.
“I was looking for information, and he lied to me about it,” she said, fixing them with a glare. “I don’t like being lied to.”
“Nobody does, but that doesn’t mean you should go and turn him into charcoal,” Dean said, looking at her more with a glare.
“I guess I’m just kind of irrational like that,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Why do you care? You got what you needed to know—so I’m assuming you can bust the ghost now?”
“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “We got what we needed to know.”
“Great,” she pushed her plate back, and started to get up from the table. “Thanks for lunch, boys.”
“What?” Sam frowned, and Dean held up a finger to correct her but before they could do that, she was gone, and the waitress was handing him the check. Dean gave the woman his best charming smile, before taking the check from her, and going into his pockets for one of his “credit cards.”
“I’m really starting to dislike this girl, Sam,” Dean sighed as he shook his head. “I mean I’m really, really starting to dislike her.”
“You and me both,” Sam nodded. “But we’re still going to save her, aren’t we?”
“Do we have any other choice?” Dean said, giving his brother a look as he handed back the check.
“Good point,” Sam sighed, before leaning back in the booth.