Something's Just on the Fray
by HeavensRebel
Fringe/Supernatural
Set in Season 4 of SPN, Tag to 2.03 Fracture for Fringe
Rated T cause Sam's addicted to demon blood
My first Fringe fic, so duh I had to cross it over with the best TV show of all time ;)
Disclaimer: If I owned Fringe and/or Supernatural, it'd be called Fringernatural. Because SuperFringe just isn't cool enough.
"Think they're hunters?" Sam asks as he sips casually at the flask he stole from the pocket of Dean's leather jacket (stealthily so apparently, because Dean has yet to say a word about it.)
"Nah," Dean mumbles back, frowning unhappily at his cheeseburger. What a sight, Sam muses – Dean looking sickened by any sort of food. Then again, his brother hasn't really been the same. Not since Hell. There's something too, I dunno. Proper or something about them."
The brothers are staking out, so to speak, in the Impala, watching a team of FBI agents scour a grim scene at a bank. Bobby had given them the hint, only offering the words "human bomb" for details. Their conversation in particular refers to a young, blonde-haired woman with too much history in her face, and her partner: a stern-looking, shadow-eyed man who seemed to have a helluva lot of secrets up his sleeve.
"Well, whoever they are, they seem to have it covered." Sam comments drily. He's been itching for a hunt (and all that demon blood isn't helping), and the fact that two . . . FBI agents – for some reason he thinks it like a curse – have it snatched from right under his nose irks him more than it really should.
He's really gotta call Ruby.
"Good." Dean tosses his half-eaten, grease wad out the window and shifts his baby into drive. "I'm getting too old for this."
~X~
It's a beautiful car, really, Walter decides as he climbs out of his own (well, not really his, just the one he was occupying, but that's irrelevant.)
1967 Chevy Impala, and he's reminded of good ol' Belly. It's exactly the type of machinery he'd admire, Walter thinks.
"Peter," he tugs at his son's sleeve. "Who are those men?"
But by the time Peter looks over, that beautiful car is already turning the corner. "Who, Walter?"
Peter doesn't see the crease between his father's brows. "Never mind.
