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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Chad, Sam and Dean Winchester
Genre: Gen
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thewatchmaker
Fandom: American Horror Story and Supernatural
Word count: 1000
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Notes: This was just supposed to be a nice break from NANOWRIMO. A little fluff and crack ficlet, but looks like it'll be told in 2 or 3 parts. No spoilers for Supernatural. It's completely AU for Sam and Dean. Picks up after Halloween for AHS.
The sound of a car pulling up in front of the house and idling wasn’t strange. That happened all the time. People who knew the history of the Murder House were always pausing along the way to snap a picture with their cell phones and cameras. Sometimes I stood in one of the windows where they could see me watching them. Of course that wasn’t as effective now as it had been. When I was alive, the reactions were priceless. I loved how some of them waved or when they blushed for getting caught. You’d think I’d caught them fucking on the front lawn. My favorites were the ones who flipped me off as if I was doing something wrong looking out the window of my own damn house.
But now they didn’t always see me. I was getting better at being seen when I wanted it. Learning all the ropes of my damnation as it were, kept me from going completely insane. Some of the others were out of their fucking minds. They were addled before they died, or they didn’t have any ties to the house. Hayden was the newest, and that bitch was out of her fucking mind. I wanted her gone, and so did the rest. She was ruining our haunting. Hayden brought down the quality of our rattling chains and billowing sheets.
I heard the car stop and the squeak of the door’s opening. Scurrying away from the kitchen where I was fussing over an apple pie, I went to the shadows near the front door to see what was up. Vivien was at some natural childbirth class, and Moira had given me free reign in the kitchen.
She liked it when I took over. She got to pretend she cooked something for the Mistress of the Manor, and I got to have fun doing something I loved. It was my kitchen after all not hers, and certainly not Mrs. Doctor Harmon. If it weren’t for Moira and I, Violet would eat nothing but microwave meals. It’s been worse since Dr. Harmon was driven out.
Right now the house smelled like cinnamon and apples as the pie baked away. Bright sunlight was streaming through the windows that I’d bled to replace with real Tiffany glass, and if you pretended really hard, you could almost forget that you died here. Of course the entire effect was ruined by the shitty furniture that the Harmons had put in my house.
Heavy footsteps came up to the porch, and I peaked outside to see two tall men. One of them seriously needed a haircut. Someone apparently thought Super Cuts was acceptable. It was either that or he cut it himself. The other one was gorgeous. Beautiful hair, beautiful lips, pretty green eyes, and he was hot enough that I could ignore the clothes that looked like he’d been sleeping in them. It was obvious that he cared more about his old shiny car than he did his wardrobe. But he had good hair, and god knows that helped.
They rang the bell, and I watched them rummage around in their pockets. Then I heard the sound of lock picks working their way into the locks. Thieves, I hated thieves. I especially hated brazen thieves who think it’s acceptable to break into someone’s house in broad daylight. I watched as the alarm system shifted colors as the front door popped open, and they came walking into my house.
Now I had a dilemma. I could wait for Viven’s extremely doable security guard to show up, or I could take care of these assholes myself. They paused when they came in, their eyes scanning the foyer, and that’s when I saw they were armed. I might like Security Officer Luke a lot. I mean what wasn’t to like? He was the prettiest guy to walk into this house in ages, and I wanted to do unspeakable things with him. But I didn’t want him getting shot by one of these two, so I went over to alarm pad and punched in the code. I’d watched Ben and Vivien do it often enough to know it by heart.
“Is that pie?” The shorter one asked, as his nostrils flared. “They’re making goddamn pie in the Murder House?”
“Could be, Dean,” The taller one walked at his side. Both of them were used to fighting side by side. They weren’t clumsy or awkward. It was like watching cops on TV. “I mean people do live here.”
“Yeah, but no one’s home.” Dean shrugged and stepped into the living room, gun still ready to fire. “We’ve been watching the house all day. Saw the daughter leave. Saw the preggo wife leave, and hubby’s been kicked to the curb. No one left here but the ghosts.”
Dean fit. He had that whole bad boy thing going for him. I’ll need to let Moira know that they were watching the house, so she can tell Viv since Viv and I are not on speaking terms. You’d think she’d get over our little spat at Halloween by now, which is another reason I was making the pie.
“Maybe they put it in the oven and left?” I still hadn’t caught the giant’s name. I think he might be taller than Patrick.
“We should check on it then,” Dean said with a huge smile. I could hear his stomach rumble, and he tucked his gun into the back of his pants, which gave me a very nice view of his ass. “Wouldn’t want the house to burn down, right?”
“OK, you check the kitchen while I go upstairs.” He pulled some weird thing out of his pocket, and turned it on. I watched as the lights lit up along its sides. Ghost hunters, it was better when they were thieves. These two believed in us. That’d make it a lot harder to scare off. They would have to die.
Genre: Gen
Author:
thewatchmakerFandom: American Horror Story and Supernatural
Word count: 1000
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Notes: This was just supposed to be a nice break from NANOWRIMO. A little fluff and crack ficlet, but looks like it'll be told in 2 or 3 parts. No spoilers for Supernatural. It's completely AU for Sam and Dean. Picks up after Halloween for AHS.
The sound of a car pulling up in front of the house and idling wasn’t strange. That happened all the time. People who knew the history of the Murder House were always pausing along the way to snap a picture with their cell phones and cameras. Sometimes I stood in one of the windows where they could see me watching them. Of course that wasn’t as effective now as it had been. When I was alive, the reactions were priceless. I loved how some of them waved or when they blushed for getting caught. You’d think I’d caught them fucking on the front lawn. My favorites were the ones who flipped me off as if I was doing something wrong looking out the window of my own damn house.
But now they didn’t always see me. I was getting better at being seen when I wanted it. Learning all the ropes of my damnation as it were, kept me from going completely insane. Some of the others were out of their fucking minds. They were addled before they died, or they didn’t have any ties to the house. Hayden was the newest, and that bitch was out of her fucking mind. I wanted her gone, and so did the rest. She was ruining our haunting. Hayden brought down the quality of our rattling chains and billowing sheets.
I heard the car stop and the squeak of the door’s opening. Scurrying away from the kitchen where I was fussing over an apple pie, I went to the shadows near the front door to see what was up. Vivien was at some natural childbirth class, and Moira had given me free reign in the kitchen.
She liked it when I took over. She got to pretend she cooked something for the Mistress of the Manor, and I got to have fun doing something I loved. It was my kitchen after all not hers, and certainly not Mrs. Doctor Harmon. If it weren’t for Moira and I, Violet would eat nothing but microwave meals. It’s been worse since Dr. Harmon was driven out.
Right now the house smelled like cinnamon and apples as the pie baked away. Bright sunlight was streaming through the windows that I’d bled to replace with real Tiffany glass, and if you pretended really hard, you could almost forget that you died here. Of course the entire effect was ruined by the shitty furniture that the Harmons had put in my house.
Heavy footsteps came up to the porch, and I peaked outside to see two tall men. One of them seriously needed a haircut. Someone apparently thought Super Cuts was acceptable. It was either that or he cut it himself. The other one was gorgeous. Beautiful hair, beautiful lips, pretty green eyes, and he was hot enough that I could ignore the clothes that looked like he’d been sleeping in them. It was obvious that he cared more about his old shiny car than he did his wardrobe. But he had good hair, and god knows that helped.
They rang the bell, and I watched them rummage around in their pockets. Then I heard the sound of lock picks working their way into the locks. Thieves, I hated thieves. I especially hated brazen thieves who think it’s acceptable to break into someone’s house in broad daylight. I watched as the alarm system shifted colors as the front door popped open, and they came walking into my house.
Now I had a dilemma. I could wait for Viven’s extremely doable security guard to show up, or I could take care of these assholes myself. They paused when they came in, their eyes scanning the foyer, and that’s when I saw they were armed. I might like Security Officer Luke a lot. I mean what wasn’t to like? He was the prettiest guy to walk into this house in ages, and I wanted to do unspeakable things with him. But I didn’t want him getting shot by one of these two, so I went over to alarm pad and punched in the code. I’d watched Ben and Vivien do it often enough to know it by heart.
“Is that pie?” The shorter one asked, as his nostrils flared. “They’re making goddamn pie in the Murder House?”
“Could be, Dean,” The taller one walked at his side. Both of them were used to fighting side by side. They weren’t clumsy or awkward. It was like watching cops on TV. “I mean people do live here.”
“Yeah, but no one’s home.” Dean shrugged and stepped into the living room, gun still ready to fire. “We’ve been watching the house all day. Saw the daughter leave. Saw the preggo wife leave, and hubby’s been kicked to the curb. No one left here but the ghosts.”
Dean fit. He had that whole bad boy thing going for him. I’ll need to let Moira know that they were watching the house, so she can tell Viv since Viv and I are not on speaking terms. You’d think she’d get over our little spat at Halloween by now, which is another reason I was making the pie.
“Maybe they put it in the oven and left?” I still hadn’t caught the giant’s name. I think he might be taller than Patrick.
“We should check on it then,” Dean said with a huge smile. I could hear his stomach rumble, and he tucked his gun into the back of his pants, which gave me a very nice view of his ass. “Wouldn’t want the house to burn down, right?”
“OK, you check the kitchen while I go upstairs.” He pulled some weird thing out of his pocket, and turned it on. I watched as the lights lit up along its sides. Ghost hunters, it was better when they were thieves. These two believed in us. That’d make it a lot harder to scare off. They would have to die.
