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Fandom: AU Young Wizard/Supernatural. Don't ask. It's weird enough to think of myself as one of Those Crossover Authors.
Pairings: Sam/Nita, Dean/Carmela
Notes: "Oooh....Nita and Carmela have girl talk about Dean and Sam. :D?"
This takes place around "Phantom Traveler."
Nita and Sam have been on the road with Dean for a month, and even though Sam keeps saying he's going to head back to Stanford soon, finish out the year, Nita's got her doubts. She just counts herself lucky that an English degree isn't likely to suffer much from a break; she can write her thesis anywhere.
(And she counts herself lucky that the fire didn't catch her, and she counts herself lucky that Sam and Dean are letting her third-wheel along with them, because after that night, letting Sam out of her sight is the last thing she wants to do.)
But while college can be put on hold, wizardry stops for no woman. The Powers That Be seem to consider Sam's hunts as part of his errantry, but Nita keeps getting called in for consults as they criss-cross the country. They're in a motel in northeast Pennsylvania right now; Nita and Sam have just returned with breakfast when Dean's cell rings, and Nita's manual fizzes with an incoming message. She looks up from her manual at the same time Dean flips his phone shut.
"We've got a job."
". . . One, I thought the simultaneous talking thing was my and Dean's schtick," Sam points out, pausing with his coffee halfway to his mouth, "so two, that was creepy, and three, I don't know who to ask first."
Nita snorts, grabbing a donut, and nods at Dean. "Go."
"I hate to say it, but you've got a point, Sam. Anyway -- that was Jerry Panowski."
"Wasn't he one of Dad's friends?"
"Bingo. Works for the FAA. He says he's got something for us, but he didn't want to talk about it over the phone. He's in Catasauqua -- pretty easy drive." He glances over at Nita with a smirk. "Your turn."
Nita shoots an amused look back before turning to Sam. "It's a friend from a while ago -- Sker'ret -- he runs the Crossings, and he wants a consult."
"You're friends with the Stationmaster?"
She grins. "He stayed at our house a couple times. Anyway, if you've got a lead, you should go after that; I can handle a consult on my own."
"You sure?"
"Yeah; I'll just jump over to New York and used Grand Central. It'll be nice to visit my old stomping grounds."
Sam nods, crumpling up a napkin. "If we're headed for Catasauqua, then, we'd better get started. You'll meet us there?"
"How about I call you when I'm done? You guys can get going and I'll deal with the motel."
"Sounds like a plan. C'mon, Dean." He stands, and leans down to peck Nita on the lips. "Stay safe."
"You too."
"Okay," Dean puts in, standing, "all this domesticity is giving me hives. Let's get this show on the road."
***
Nita sees the boys off, waving, before doing the short jump to New York and taking a gate to the Crossings. Sker'ret meets her there, and they have a lovely time catching up after the consult -- it's a relatively simple problem involving the biostasis chambers for visitors whose gates go down temporarily -- which leads Nita to think he really just called her up to chat. He's starting to look a little dull around the carapace, truth be told, and she wonders if he's already thinking about retiring.
She's still brooding when catches sight of a familiar long braid swinging over a jacket emblazoned with the Crossings logo.
"Carmela?"
Carmela turns, and her face lights up. "Nita! Oh my god! Viene aquí, girl!"
Laughing, they hug. "What're you doing here, Nita?"
"Sker'ret wanted to talk -- what about you?"
"I work here! I'm the Earthling liason."
"Seriously? Holy crap, 'Mela, that's -- when did that happen?"
Carmela laughs. "See how much you miss over on the West Coast? Come on, drinks are on me. We've got a lot to catch up on."
***
". . . So this Sam guy," Carmela asks, over her Ouisgian Zodahs. "Tell me more about him."
Nita feels herself blush, even as she grins down into her I'cwy Klaasian martini. "Well, he's taller than me--"
"Always important."
"--and frankly, he's ripped."
Carmela smirks. "Even better."
"And he's just incredibly smart, and sweet, and it turns out he's got this wicked sense of humor around his brother that we never saw much of at school."
"Back up," Carmela commands, holding up a hand. "He has a brother?"
"Yeah."
"Older or younger?"
"Carmela . . ."
"Come on! Older or younger?"
Nita sighs. "Older."
"Name?"
"Dean."
"Heat?"
"Carmela!"
"You know what I'm talking about, Nita."
Nita's laughing by now. "Fine, fine. He's not as tall as Sam, and he's more the crew-cut, flannel-shirt, bar-fly type. He's the 'let's get wasted and have some fun' guy, but he's a good man and a good hunter."
"And . . ."
"And what?"
"Single?"
"He hooks up a fair amount," Nita replies, dry, "but nobody steady, no."
Carmela grins broadly. "So when you say he's the 'have some fun' type of guy . . ."
Nita just groans.
***
Nita meets up with the boys again in Nazareth a couple days later. Sam gives her a kiss, the kind of deep, relieved kiss she's coming to associate with the end of a hunt, and asks her, "How'd the consult go?"
"Oh, the consult went find. Saw some old friends. Speaking of which . . . Dean?"
"Huh?"
"If you ever meet a girl named Carmela, Carmela Rodriguez, watch your back."
Dean eyes her. "Friend of yours?"
"Yeah. And she'd like nothing better than to dip you in chocolate and eat you up."
"Do you mean that literally?" Sam asks, dubious.
"Well . . ."
"Nita. Thank you so much for that image. Jesus Christ."
"Carmela Rodriguez, huh?" Dean repeats, musing. "Is she hot?"
Fin.
Title:
Fandom: AU Young Wizard/Supernatural. Don't ask. It's weird enough to think of myself as one of Those Crossover Authors.
Pairings: Sam/Nita, Dean/Carmela
Notes: "Oooh....Nita and Carmela have girl talk about Dean and Sam. :D?"
This takes place around "Phantom Traveler."
Nita and Sam have been on the road with Dean for a month, and even though Sam keeps saying he's going to head back to Stanford soon, finish out the year, Nita's got her doubts. She just counts herself lucky that an English degree isn't likely to suffer much from a break; she can write her thesis anywhere.
(And she counts herself lucky that the fire didn't catch her, and she counts herself lucky that Sam and Dean are letting her third-wheel along with them, because after that night, letting Sam out of her sight is the last thing she wants to do.)
But while college can be put on hold, wizardry stops for no woman. The Powers That Be seem to consider Sam's hunts as part of his errantry, but Nita keeps getting called in for consults as they criss-cross the country. They're in a motel in northeast Pennsylvania right now; Nita and Sam have just returned with breakfast when Dean's cell rings, and Nita's manual fizzes with an incoming message. She looks up from her manual at the same time Dean flips his phone shut.
"We've got a job."
". . . One, I thought the simultaneous talking thing was my and Dean's schtick," Sam points out, pausing with his coffee halfway to his mouth, "so two, that was creepy, and three, I don't know who to ask first."
Nita snorts, grabbing a donut, and nods at Dean. "Go."
"I hate to say it, but you've got a point, Sam. Anyway -- that was Jerry Panowski."
"Wasn't he one of Dad's friends?"
"Bingo. Works for the FAA. He says he's got something for us, but he didn't want to talk about it over the phone. He's in Catasauqua -- pretty easy drive." He glances over at Nita with a smirk. "Your turn."
Nita shoots an amused look back before turning to Sam. "It's a friend from a while ago -- Sker'ret -- he runs the Crossings, and he wants a consult."
"You're friends with the Stationmaster?"
She grins. "He stayed at our house a couple times. Anyway, if you've got a lead, you should go after that; I can handle a consult on my own."
"You sure?"
"Yeah; I'll just jump over to New York and used Grand Central. It'll be nice to visit my old stomping grounds."
Sam nods, crumpling up a napkin. "If we're headed for Catasauqua, then, we'd better get started. You'll meet us there?"
"How about I call you when I'm done? You guys can get going and I'll deal with the motel."
"Sounds like a plan. C'mon, Dean." He stands, and leans down to peck Nita on the lips. "Stay safe."
"You too."
"Okay," Dean puts in, standing, "all this domesticity is giving me hives. Let's get this show on the road."
***
Nita sees the boys off, waving, before doing the short jump to New York and taking a gate to the Crossings. Sker'ret meets her there, and they have a lovely time catching up after the consult -- it's a relatively simple problem involving the biostasis chambers for visitors whose gates go down temporarily -- which leads Nita to think he really just called her up to chat. He's starting to look a little dull around the carapace, truth be told, and she wonders if he's already thinking about retiring.
She's still brooding when catches sight of a familiar long braid swinging over a jacket emblazoned with the Crossings logo.
"Carmela?"
Carmela turns, and her face lights up. "Nita! Oh my god! Viene aquí, girl!"
Laughing, they hug. "What're you doing here, Nita?"
"Sker'ret wanted to talk -- what about you?"
"I work here! I'm the Earthling liason."
"Seriously? Holy crap, 'Mela, that's -- when did that happen?"
Carmela laughs. "See how much you miss over on the West Coast? Come on, drinks are on me. We've got a lot to catch up on."
***
". . . So this Sam guy," Carmela asks, over her Ouisgian Zodahs. "Tell me more about him."
Nita feels herself blush, even as she grins down into her I'cwy Klaasian martini. "Well, he's taller than me--"
"Always important."
"--and frankly, he's ripped."
Carmela smirks. "Even better."
"And he's just incredibly smart, and sweet, and it turns out he's got this wicked sense of humor around his brother that we never saw much of at school."
"Back up," Carmela commands, holding up a hand. "He has a brother?"
"Yeah."
"Older or younger?"
"Carmela . . ."
"Come on! Older or younger?"
Nita sighs. "Older."
"Name?"
"Dean."
"Heat?"
"Carmela!"
"You know what I'm talking about, Nita."
Nita's laughing by now. "Fine, fine. He's not as tall as Sam, and he's more the crew-cut, flannel-shirt, bar-fly type. He's the 'let's get wasted and have some fun' guy, but he's a good man and a good hunter."
"And . . ."
"And what?"
"Single?"
"He hooks up a fair amount," Nita replies, dry, "but nobody steady, no."
Carmela grins broadly. "So when you say he's the 'have some fun' type of guy . . ."
Nita just groans.
***
Nita meets up with the boys again in Nazareth a couple days later. Sam gives her a kiss, the kind of deep, relieved kiss she's coming to associate with the end of a hunt, and asks her, "How'd the consult go?"
"Oh, the consult went find. Saw some old friends. Speaking of which . . . Dean?"
"Huh?"
"If you ever meet a girl named Carmela, Carmela Rodriguez, watch your back."
Dean eyes her. "Friend of yours?"
"Yeah. And she'd like nothing better than to dip you in chocolate and eat you up."
"Do you mean that literally?" Sam asks, dubious.
"Well . . ."
"Nita. Thank you so much for that image. Jesus Christ."
"Carmela Rodriguez, huh?" Dean repeats, musing. "Is she hot?"
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Date: 2008-05-12 03:54 am (UTC)(And really, once you've become one of Those Crossover Authors, there's no turning back.)
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Date: 2008-05-12 03:57 am (UTC)It would be pretty hot.(Well, I mean, I'm fine with crossovers. Crossovers are fun! It's just that I just know that somehow this is going to end up in some SPN comm with people going "Sam/NITA CALLAHAN WHAT THE SHIT?"
Oh, well. Damn the torpedoes! *forges ahead with the ridiculous crossover ships!*)
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Date: 2008-05-12 05:36 am (UTC)Alas, for people don't seem to know Young Wizards as much as those books deserve to be known.
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Date: 2008-05-12 05:35 am (UTC)SERIOUSLY?
YOU JUST MADE MY NIGHT.
*glees quietly in the corner*
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Date: 2008-05-12 02:58 pm (UTC)If this crossover is to your taste, you might also check out