A/N:Yes a new story. Even though school is commencing in 2 days time; this just got in my head and wouldn't go away.

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All I own are two guinea pigs. Called Neo and Spencer.

Set during season two for Supernatural. It's a little more vague for Psych. It could fit in season one or two. Before his mum came back.

Thursday 15th, 9:30

The psychic looked at the hunter, the hunter snarled at him in return. Usually both full of joking; they knew they were in shit, deep shit. One was handling it slightly better than the other.

"So Dean; can I please apologise to you?"

"Shut up Spencer! For the last time it is not your fault!"

"So you are not blaming me for stealing your dad's journal? That's a relief."

"You. Did. What?" That was news to Dean's ears.

"Appa...rent...ly...no...nothing." Quivered Shawn under Dean's look that could kill.

"Tell me the truth Spencer; did you take my dad's journal?"

"Fine; yes I did."

"You idiot! This is NOW your fault!"

"I'm mean; what can happen?"

"You are sitting in it! Take a look around pal."

Shawn Spencer took a good look around detention room 9 of the Santa Barbara Police Department and his look around finished on the hunter; Dean Winchester. Dean honestly scared Shawn. And Dean knew it.

Shawn looked into the two way mirror. He knew exactly how many people were watching through it. Lassy, Jules, the chief and his dad; along with three other men which must be of the cast of Men in Black 3 thought Shawn.

"Dude; what are staring at the mirror for? Stop checking out your hair; it looks like crap."

"Dean; I wasn't checking out my hair, I was checking out yours. It looks so much better when the light bounces it's reflection off the mirror and into my eyes."

Dean, straining very hard to keep his temper in control, hit Shawn on his right arm.

"OWW!"

"DEAN!" And he hit back. The men and women behind the mirror must have decided to intervene before there were fatalities as Shawn's friends plus the alien hunters entered.

Dean's eyes fixed on a tall black man and cursed very badly.

"Now Dean that's no way to treat a friend is it?"

Shawn honed in on how Dean's nostrils flared and how a very tiny instant of fear was shadowed in his green eyes. It was gone as soon as it had come. Shawn was the only one who'd noticed it. "You know each other..." Shawn then honed in on the black man's smug smile, gun bulge at his waist and his badge. He was FBI. The only way Shawn thought he could prove any innocence was to pretend to have a psych episode. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with his fingers. "I'm seeing letters and criminals. Letters sent to criminals? No. Guns and badges too."

Henry, his father, rolled his eyes along side with Hd. Detective Carlton Lassiter. Lassy for short. The imposing black man's smile became more smug. Dean just sighed and leaned his head on the table. Only Juliet and Chief Vick seemed to be interested. Nobody stopped him so Shawn continued.

"You are a cop. Not a normal cop though. Umm. NIB? CIA? Toys 'r' Us?"

"Mr Spencer." Someone cautioned.

"FBI?" Yes! FBI! You are here for this guy!" He pointed at Dean.

"Yes. Now Mr. Spencer you claim to be a psychic. What is my name?"

Shawn honestly had no idea what his name was. Dean had never mentioned it to him. In fact in the little time Shawn had known him he'd hardly learnt anything about the leather jacket clad man next to him.

"Um. A big black cloud has just descended upon you. I'm having trouble reading you."

"You read me fine before."

"A big black cloud has just descended upon you. I'm having trouble reading you." Repeated Shawn.

Lassiter let out his breath in one big whoosh. Everybody turned to him. In that short time; Dean mouthed something to him; Shawn read it. Dean had just told Shawn the black man's name. "You are Victor 'V-Dog' Hendrickson!" Dean grinned at the nickname.

"Agent Hendrickson to you. And I know who YOU are too, Mr. Spencer. So why don't you cut the psychic crap and cooperate. If you do; I might be able to cut you a deal. It isn't you who I'm here for."

Shawn didn't know what to do. If Gus was here he'd know what to do. He looked at Dean for advice and got a head shake from him.

"Of course if you don't help me then you will go away for a very long time. What do you think of that? You will be a cell so small you can't even stand up."

"I think I'm going to write a letter of complaint to the UN!" He yelled out fearfully.

"Mr. Spencer; all you have to do is to tell me what happened yesterday and how you met up with this guy. Is that difficult?"

"Yes if I had a speech impairment; then it would take me a very long time to form even the shortest of words."

Hendrickson had decided he'd had enough of Spencer so he ordered on of the men in black to take him away.

"No." Whispered Juliet. Hendrickson looked at her. He suddenly understood the relationship between the junior detective and the psychic, well fake psychic.

Dean knew what would happen to him if they did. He couldn't let this immature man who helped him take the blame. Dean was planning on escaping but he didn't want to leave Shawn an easy target and take the blame. The man yet silly was strikingly innocent and harmless.

"Fine Spencer; confess your heart out." Dean mumbled.

"Son; just tell them. If you tell the truth it will be easier than if you don't." Henry wanted his idiot for a son out of there; but Henry also wanted to hear what his son had been getting up to recently.

"Oh looks like we have a bit of compassion from Dean here. Not many people have earned that from him kid. I think you should listen to your father too."

Shawn had never really listened to his father; why would he start now?

"Look everyone; I know what I'm doing," That was a lie. "and if I do tell you the story of what happened then you have to suspend you belief systems temporarily. I know you have always given me the benefit of the doubt about being psychic," Lassiter and Henry snorted in unison. "I need you to just believe a little more. Please." Shawn looked at them in wide innocent eyes.

"Hurry up kid; or I will not give you a chance and you will be lock up..."

"For a very long time. Yes you told me before." Concluded Shawn. "I just wanted to classify the story so if there are any kids under 15 hiding in this room; leave now!"

"Shawn." Cautioned Henry.

"Dude." Cautioned Dean.

"Okay; here goes nothing. Oh and dad after this, you will probably end up calling mom; you have her newest phone number don't you? Great!"

"Mr Spencer would you tell us what happened so I can get the feds out of my station." Chief Vick almost hissed.

"I was riding my bike from dad's house back to Psych...." Shawn stopped. "This is quite a long one. You should make a phone order to Pizza Hut."

"Spencer!" s

"Shawn!"s

and "Dude!"s flew around the room from various people.

"I'm not kidding. Pizza Hut has this great deal at the moment. Buy 8 large pizzas and get a 9th free so even your friends in the back has some. And if we ring before 6pm we get a half price on half of the pizzas!"

"Spencer. It is 9:38pm. Can you PLEASE get going?" Everyone turned to Lassiter who'd been quite quiet. "What? CSI, NCIS, Num3ers and Monk are on tonight! It's casefile crime night. I don't want to miss them."

"That's just disturbing, Lassy. Oh and I think there's a RoboCop marathon on too."

"Spencer!" The room yelled at him.

"Okay, okay." Shawn took a deep breath. "I was riding my bike from dad's house back to Psych...."

A/N:Evil cliffy! I know there isn't much Dean in it but James was being bossy and wouldn't let Jensen say anything.

Where are Gus and Sammy, I wonder?

I'll try to get some more done as soon as possible. And remember; review! :)