Title: the strangest of places
Fandom: “Supernatural”/“CSI: Miami”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: AU for “Supernatural”; takes place just after “CSI: Miami” episode 2.10
Pairings: Dean/Sam, implied Sam/Dean/Tommy
Point of view: third
Notes: in the evil!serialkiller!Winchesters AU ‘verse; can be read alone, I think
More notes: This is Tommy.
The kid catches Dean’s eye in lock-up, one fine afternoon. They’re in Miami; Mom and Dad’ll have him out in no time, if Sammy doesn’t beat them to him. Sam will kick his ass for getting caught, but it was so worth it.
Sam’s been filling out and soon, he might be able to take Dean in a fight. It’s kind of annoying that Dean is smaller than Dad and Sam both—Sam certainly takes delight in it.
Anyway. He’s in jail in Miami and there’s this kid, can’t be more than twenty. Maybe twenty-two. Only Sam’s age, and the thought of Sam stuck in some lock-up pisses Dean off. His little brother has never been caught, will never be caught, not as long as Dean’s alive to take the blame. Which he always will.
“What’d you do?” he asks the kid, trying to calm down. If he attacks a guard(or that huge biker dude eyeing his boy—and when’d the kid become his boy? Sammy won’t be happy with that—) he’ll just be placed somewhere more secure.
The kid blinks at him, beautiful blue eyes as innocent as Sammy’s would I do that? smile. After a moment of consideration, he says, “I killed my girlfriend because the sex got boring.”
“How’d you get caught?” Dean studies him, from the messy dark hair to the worn boots. He flushes a little from the attention and Dean smirks.
“I kissed her while I smothered her,” he admits. “It was stupid.”
Dean laughs, shaking his head. “Yeah, buddy, that was pretty fuckin’ stupid.”
Now, the kid looks a little annoyed. His eyes narrow and his fists clench. He looks about ready to launch across the cell and try strangling Dean, which would be a very bad move. “Don’t, kid,” he says. “You won’t win.”
“Well, what’d you do to get in here?” the pretty boy demands, blue eyes flashing. “Couldn’t'a been that smart, seein’ as how you got caught.”
Dean smiles, slow and satisfied. “I killed a couple’a college kids.”
The kid studies him. “I’m Tommy,” he finally says.
Cocking his head, Dean thinks for a moment. Does he want to keep Tommy, pretty-boy, thrill-seeking murderer? Yeah, he kinda does.
“Dean Winchester,” he replies. “You’ll be comin’ with me when I bust out.”
Sammy’ll see, it’s more fun with a third. And hell, Mom'll probably want to feed the kid cookies.