Chapter Title: Sudden Death
Author: Restive Nature
Disclaimer: Neither show represented in this fiction belongs to me. Dark Angel is the product of Cameron/Eglee and Fox, whereas Supernatural is the product of Kripke and The CW. No profits are made from this fiction and it is intended for private enjoyment only.
Rating: PG-15 for language and reference to adult material.
Genre: Crossover
Type: Humor
Pairing: None
Summary: He who laughs last…
Spoilers/ Timeline: This story takes place when the kids are all still young. In Chapter 19 of “When It Changes”, Sam and Dean have started another prank war that John and Max refused to get involved with. This is the end of the Prank Master trilogy and takes place after Do Dallas What? Huh!
Feedback: Always welcome.
Distribution: Ask first please.
A/N: This story, while being in the same universe as When It Changes, does not actually occur within that storyline. This fiction is just an off-shoot of what might have happened.
“So what do you think of that old man?” Dean smirked mightily at his father, looking over the chair that John was seated in, his arms crossed over his chest, his feet in a wide stance.
John watched his son, cataloging the glimmers running through his son’s face but most especially his eyes. The boy was projecting a strong, confident mien. But there, deep in his eyes, there was just a little something. Apprehension, perhaps? His gaze flickered just momentarily to his younger brother and John allowed his gaze to follow. Ever since they’d caught him seemingly off guard and ran through the gamut of the end result of their retribution scheme that John had been aware of for quite some time, Sam had been silent.
John had focused on Dean, since that was where the verbal threats were coming from. But now that he looked at Sam, he had to hold back a snicker. The boy was about near shaking in his boots. This meant that this whole shebang was Dean’s idea. Well, John knew that. Sam wasn’t that vindictive. Nor that imaginative. But he was here and going along with it. Which meant that either he was pretty pissed with his father, when technically he shouldn’t be, since it was never John in the first place that had done this to them. Or that he was that scared of his brother turning on him and including him in the retribution category. Maybe both.
He turned back to his eldest. So, what did he think of their little scheme. On the whole, it would have been pretty good, in a seriously bad way. And if John had any of the blackmail material the boys thought he did, he would have been seriously tempted to hand it over immediately. But he didn’t. There had, as far as he knew, never been more than just those two tapes Max had procured, one for each boy. But he was quite sure that they wouldn’t believe him if he told them. Max had just been too good at covering her ass, leaving him to hold the bag. And also leaving him no choice.
“What I think,” he finally drawled as his fingers dipped into his shirt pocket for his cell phone, “is Speed Dial Three.” Time to resort to the back-up plan. It was much better than his original plan, which was to hope like hell that the boys forgot about all this crap.
Dean’s brows furrowed together as he took in his father. John stretched out his hand, offering the cell phone and Dean reluctantly took it. Still warily eying his father, he carefully dialed as John had instructed. The phone rang several times before he was connected.
“Hello?” a familiar voice answered.
“Caleb?” Dean whispered.
“Hey Dean!” the other man greeted him cheerfully enough. “What’s up? You’re not calling about this videotape are you?”
“V-videotape?” Dean sputtered out, completely caught off guard. “W-what the hell?”
“Yeah,” Caleb confirmed with a chuckle. “Your Dad sent me a tape called Dean Does Dallas. Something you been wanting to share with me boy?”
Dean’s face didn’t have time to run through the normal shade of paling, to embarrassment and so on. He was green instantly. John pressed his lips together, trying not to smirk. “Y-you haven’t…?”
“Watched it?” Caleb asked easily. “Nah. Got it and a note from your Dad several months ago. Not supposed to watch it unless I get word about it from him or Maxie.”
Relief seemed to swoop through the eldest Winchester offspring. “Caleb, you need to destroy that tape. Right now! You hear me! Destroy it!”
Laughter.
“Why the hell would I want to destroy it?” Caleb demanded. “Sounds like it could be a laugh. Dean Does Dallas,” he chortled again at the title. “I mean, I imagine it’s not quite my thing, but I know this hot little senorita that’s into that sort of stuff. Really gets her motor revved, you know what I mean?”
“Yeah, I-!” Dean really, really looked sick.
“Anyway, I gotta go,” Caleb sighed. “Tell your Dad to give me a call. Or not.” He chuckled again. “You know what I mean. Later Dean.”
“Yeah, later,” Dean whispered in reply. He very carefully pulled the phone away from his ear, pressed the end call button and snapped the phone shut. Gently, he laid the cell phone on the bed that he was leaning against.
“Dean?” Sam asked from behind John, but the older man didn’t bother to turn around and look. He could hear the hesitancy in his younger son’s voice. “Are you okay?”
Dean ran a hand across his forehead and John could see the beads of sweat rolling down his son’s face. “You bastard,” Dean whispered shakily, but at the same time, there was an edge of admiration in the boy’s voice. “When did you…?”
“Several months ago,” John smiled broadly. Of course, what Dean and Sam didn’t know, and what John would never tell them was that he had simply sent a note to Caleb. In it he had outlined his plan in case the boys tried for retribution. And that was it. No cassette tape, no video tape. Just a simple note asking Caleb to do him this favor. And from the sounds of it, Caleb had executed Plan B perfectly. Oh, John was so going to owe him for this, but he’d take care of that later.
“What?” Sam was asking now, unaware of what had gone down to a degree. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out. “What’s going on Dean?”
“Dad here had a back-up plan,” Dean explained without taking his eyes of his father’s smirking form. “He already sent out the material to Caleb.”
“And Bobby,” John threw in for good measure, even though it was a lie. “But he’ll play dumb about it until I give him the go ahead.” There, that would keep them guessing.
Dean’s head dropped into his hands with a groan. “Why?” he moaned. “What did we ever do to you?”
The corner of John’s mouth quirked up as he recalled what his daughter had said about it. “You pissed me off,” he replied simply. He waited a moment, ready to drive this thing home. “So, what are you going to do now boy?”
Dean shook his head, still hanging low. “We give up,” he whispered.
The words were music to John’s ear, but, “what was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”
“I said we give up,” Dean snorted, finally looking at his father again. “You win old man.” John breathed in the sweet aroma of success. He stood and clapped Dean once on the shoulder.
“And that son, is why you never, ever mess with the Prank Master,” he declared. He picked up his coat from where it was laying on the bed and sauntered genially past Sam over to the door. He opened the door and turned for one last parting shot. “Or for that matter, her assistant.”
The looks of stunned incredulity on their faces as they realized what he was saying were ones that John would savor for the rest of his life.
What If- Gunslinger
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