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hasperkynipples) wrote2010-09-26 05:29 pm
hasperkynipples) wrote2010-09-26 05:29 pm
[tms] Authority
[Set in Revenge is Supernatural. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
somuchas_twitch is mine to use and abuse as I see fit. Set after the Season 5 finale, but Dean didn’t go back to Lisa in this verse. And … has no bearing on Fringe canon at all. Just because I don’t need to make this more complicated for myself.]
“ … You’re shitting me.”
Dean was staring at the woman across from him, trying to figure out if she was playing him, or if she was honestly that stupid. He was an escaped fugitive with a record a mile long, and she wanted him to be a fed? Dean wasn’t even entirely sure how he had gotten here, but for some reason he was faced with the most ridiculous proposal he had ever been offered.
“You want me to work for the FBI?” Agent Dunham was a crazy person. “You do know who I am, don’t you?”
He had been following a lead on a haunting that led him up to Boston. He was flying solo, mostly because he didn’t know of any other way to do it at this point. Sam was gone, Bobby was on another case, and things with Anna were … tenuous at best. He didn’t have any back up to call in. So when he got arrested for trespassing on a crime scene and pointing his gun at the same woman who had just offered him a job, he was wondering why these particular moments had happened.
Yes, he had helped. Yes, he’d managed to save her ass from a ghost that was coming at her sideways. But he still wasn’t sure that any of that was enough to make him a wise hiring choice.
“Yes,” she said with a sigh. “You’re Dean Winchester. You’re wanted for first degree murder, but given what we just went through over the past week, I’m guessing that those probably weren’t your fault.”
Yes. It was true that he hadn’t murdered them in cold blood, but that didn’t take the blood off his hands. He had gotten enough of the other people in his life killed, that maybe he did deserve to get locked away for murder. He was trying to get better at that guilt and blaming himself thing, but being alone on the road all the time wasn’t helping. It was just a reminder of how he was being punished. How much he had failed.
“And if they weren’t?” Dean raised an eyebrow. “You got no evidence to say otherwise. There still isn’t a bureau chief in miles who would let you hire me.”
“Then aren’t you lucky that I work for the one division where I have a mad scientist on the payroll,” she smirked, before sliding a piece of paperwork across the table to him. “We’re exuming the corpse of whatever it was that killed those people in St. Louis, and the woman who was found dead in Milwaukee that ‘mysteriously’ found herself with a twin sister. If Walter can prove that these are in fact skin walkers, and there’s a distinct difference between your DNA and the DNA of the thing that was posing as you, then I can get those charges dismissed.”
“Well, what about the mail fraud? Grave desecration?” He continued to look at her skeptically. “Impersonating a federal agent?”
“Peter isn’t exactly the picture of a perfect citizen,” Olivia pointed out. “Give me time to pull some strings, and I could probably get those to disappear. But I’m not going to put out the effort if you’re not interested.”
Dean leaned back in the chair a bit, considering the offer for a moment. She was offering him a genuine, serious offer to do something with his life that was real and tangible. No more pretending to be someone he wasn’t, no more running from the cops, no more having to hide what he did for a living. He could help people, his way, with his kind of cases. And he would get paid. Dean Winchester would be an actual honest citizen.
It was a bit of a scary thought.
True, it wasn’t Sam and it wasn’t being with his brother, but it was something. It was a decision he had to make on his own, and for once, he didn’t have to run screaming from something. He was out. He was done. He didn’t have an Apocalypse to try and beat. He deserved to have something that was his for once, that could be recognized for his. He took a deep breath, looked over at Olivia and nodded.
She seemed exceedingly pleased. “I’ll get started on the paperwork. You stay put.”
A month later, Dean had his real FBI badge in his hand.
He was standing in the middle of the lab, feeling entirely awkward in his suit, and looking like he didn’t have a clue what he was doing—up until Walter came into the room, offered him a pudding that Dean wasn’t sure he should take, and proceeded to ramble at him about something that probably involved at least one heavy narcotic and a mental trip that Dean was pretty sure no one should ever take. It made him laugh, and that was enough to put some relaxation back in his shoulders and a smile on his face.
It wasn’t what he was used to, and it wasn’t perfect … but at least it was something.
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somuchas_twitch is mine to use and abuse as I see fit. Set after the Season 5 finale, but Dean didn’t go back to Lisa in this verse. And … has no bearing on Fringe canon at all. Just because I don’t need to make this more complicated for myself.]“ … You’re shitting me.”
Dean was staring at the woman across from him, trying to figure out if she was playing him, or if she was honestly that stupid. He was an escaped fugitive with a record a mile long, and she wanted him to be a fed? Dean wasn’t even entirely sure how he had gotten here, but for some reason he was faced with the most ridiculous proposal he had ever been offered.
“You want me to work for the FBI?” Agent Dunham was a crazy person. “You do know who I am, don’t you?”
He had been following a lead on a haunting that led him up to Boston. He was flying solo, mostly because he didn’t know of any other way to do it at this point. Sam was gone, Bobby was on another case, and things with Anna were … tenuous at best. He didn’t have any back up to call in. So when he got arrested for trespassing on a crime scene and pointing his gun at the same woman who had just offered him a job, he was wondering why these particular moments had happened.
Yes, he had helped. Yes, he’d managed to save her ass from a ghost that was coming at her sideways. But he still wasn’t sure that any of that was enough to make him a wise hiring choice.
“Yes,” she said with a sigh. “You’re Dean Winchester. You’re wanted for first degree murder, but given what we just went through over the past week, I’m guessing that those probably weren’t your fault.”
Yes. It was true that he hadn’t murdered them in cold blood, but that didn’t take the blood off his hands. He had gotten enough of the other people in his life killed, that maybe he did deserve to get locked away for murder. He was trying to get better at that guilt and blaming himself thing, but being alone on the road all the time wasn’t helping. It was just a reminder of how he was being punished. How much he had failed.
“And if they weren’t?” Dean raised an eyebrow. “You got no evidence to say otherwise. There still isn’t a bureau chief in miles who would let you hire me.”
“Then aren’t you lucky that I work for the one division where I have a mad scientist on the payroll,” she smirked, before sliding a piece of paperwork across the table to him. “We’re exuming the corpse of whatever it was that killed those people in St. Louis, and the woman who was found dead in Milwaukee that ‘mysteriously’ found herself with a twin sister. If Walter can prove that these are in fact skin walkers, and there’s a distinct difference between your DNA and the DNA of the thing that was posing as you, then I can get those charges dismissed.”
“Well, what about the mail fraud? Grave desecration?” He continued to look at her skeptically. “Impersonating a federal agent?”
“Peter isn’t exactly the picture of a perfect citizen,” Olivia pointed out. “Give me time to pull some strings, and I could probably get those to disappear. But I’m not going to put out the effort if you’re not interested.”
Dean leaned back in the chair a bit, considering the offer for a moment. She was offering him a genuine, serious offer to do something with his life that was real and tangible. No more pretending to be someone he wasn’t, no more running from the cops, no more having to hide what he did for a living. He could help people, his way, with his kind of cases. And he would get paid. Dean Winchester would be an actual honest citizen.
It was a bit of a scary thought.
True, it wasn’t Sam and it wasn’t being with his brother, but it was something. It was a decision he had to make on his own, and for once, he didn’t have to run screaming from something. He was out. He was done. He didn’t have an Apocalypse to try and beat. He deserved to have something that was his for once, that could be recognized for his. He took a deep breath, looked over at Olivia and nodded.
She seemed exceedingly pleased. “I’ll get started on the paperwork. You stay put.”
A month later, Dean had his real FBI badge in his hand.
He was standing in the middle of the lab, feeling entirely awkward in his suit, and looking like he didn’t have a clue what he was doing—up until Walter came into the room, offered him a pudding that Dean wasn’t sure he should take, and proceeded to ramble at him about something that probably involved at least one heavy narcotic and a mental trip that Dean was pretty sure no one should ever take. It made him laugh, and that was enough to put some relaxation back in his shoulders and a smile on his face.
It wasn’t what he was used to, and it wasn’t perfect … but at least it was something.
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