Alrighty then. So here's a new story. There's a catch though... I'm stealing Dean Winchester. He's fun to write and I want him in here. He's going to be like Travis from the Rebuild. Sometimes he's in, but he's not a major focus.
More on my Dean steal. He's all I'm taking. And the Impala. No monsters or anything. If we don't like it or you want to see more Dean... that's why we have reviews.
And... the race is on!
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Shawn Spencer looked across the apple orchard that spanned across the front yard of his safe house, thinking about the next couple of days. He planned to disappear after this one, never to be seen again, or be the next D.B. Cooper.
The yard was quiet as always, and there was no sign of the black Impala he eagerly waited for.
"He's not here yet? He must be out of his damn mind!" Shawn's childhood friend seemed perplexed as he came to lean next to Shawn on the railing.
"Relax Gus, Dean will get here in time." Shawn assured him.
"I'm not sure I'm feeling this one, Shawn." Gus said sternly.
"You never feel it, buddy. You haven't 'felt it' in five years." Shawn shook off.
Shawn squinted and looked ahead. Dust began to cloud further down the long dirt road that led to the farm house.
"I told you he'd..." Shawn stopped mid sentence, catching something else in the dust. Three cars, two with flashing lights. "Gus we got to go!"
"What about Dean?" Gus questioned as Shawn went upstairs and grabbed their gear.
"We're just going to have to hope, Gus. We have to go." Shawn pulled Gus forward and out the back door to where the blue Echo was hidden.
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The black Impala flew up the dirt road to the waiting house that seemed to be deserted, minus the yellow crime scene tape.
Dean slowly opened the door, no cop cars could be seen, but it could still be a trap. "Shawn, Gus!" Dean shouted for the pair, but there was no reply.
"Stay here and shout if you see anything?" Dean asked of his brother and partner.
The house seemed deserted on the inside as it had outside. Dean saw no sign of struggle or a fight. Maybe Shawn and Gus had made it out. Of coarse the farm had no signal, that's why he didn't bother calling in the first place.
"House is dead, man." Dean said to himself and went back to the car and watched the house just a little longer, seeing it was no longer safe.
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The two suits walked into the NYPD office, not satisfied with the day.
"At least we found their New York hideout. That's something, right?" the bubbly new agent asked her superior.
"No O'Hara, it really isn't." Lassiter grouched, seemingly never in a good mood. "If we had Spencer or Winchester, that would be something. Hell, I'd even settle for Guster."
"We'll get them, Carlton." Juliet tried to sound hopeful, still fresh in the Bureau.
"O'Hara, I have been on this gang for three years. I have gotten close before, but I have never got them. I thought my day had come three times in the last year. Lesson one, don't get ahead of yourself."
Juliet simply rolled her eyes at her pessimistic partner. This was going to be a long career.
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"Dean, I don't know how but they found the house." Shawn told him as they met at a designated hole in the wall diner in the New York outer district.
"Yeah, I found that out for myself. Had the place all taped up." Dean said, taking a mouth full of the coffee sitting in front of him.
"What's next then, do we go through with the plan then?" Shawn asked, eyes hopeful.
"Yeah, one more." Dean promised, digging into his blueberry pie.
"So what then? We go for one last job and disappear to Fiji or something? Canada?" Gus questioned, sipping his coffee as well.
"Something like that." Dean nodded.
"We have enough of me and Despereaux's investments that we can keep the Jimmy Stewart Foundation alive." Gus commented.
Dean slammed his mug down and dragged a hand across his face before getting up. "Alright, let's do this then."
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Juliet was relieved to enjoy a night out with the girls. Hell, she might even meet a guy.
Those little thoughts ran through her head when she spotted someone across the room watching her. She smiled sweetly, the mysterious guy smiling back in his own charming way. That hair!
Juliet was surprised later on the dance floor when a slow song came on and her friends' dance circle broke. What surprised her was the gentle but larger hand that took hers.
"May I have this dance?" Juliet found herself looking into the most mischievous green eyes she had ever seen.
Juliet smiled and accepted, holding him as he took her across the floor slowly. "Can I get a name to work with, instead of just calling you green eyes?"
"Name's Shawn. What about you, Blondie? What's yours?" Shawn asked just as quickly.
"Juliet." Shawn smiled at the pretty name to match the beautiful girl. Juliet, he could work with Juliet.
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The night wore on and Shawn and Juliet didn't separate. Shawn didn't tell Juliet any lies when she asked about his childhood or any of that, but he did avoid his present and near past.
"Tell me Shawn, what do you do for a living?" Juliet asked him harmlessly as they slow danced. Dinner and dance places like this were hard to find, and that's why both of them loved the old, silly places.
Shawn rolled his eyes here and there, thinking of a loophole to the question. "I travel around quite a bit, I see a lot of new people." Shawn began to find his tongue. "I'm an investor, I do a lot of bank work. It's not very exciting, Juliet."
Juliet frowned at him, not too pleased about how he found his own life. "You don't sound too happy about it."
"It's time for a new line of work, I think. I want to settle down, spend some time off the road." Shawn told her the whole truth, no dodges on that one.
The last song of the night came to an end and the pair separated, Shawn holding Juliet at arm's length. "Tonight was the best night I've had in a long time, Juliet. I never expected to find a fun and intelligent girl like you in a stuffy place like this." Shawn said, fighting with his tie.
"Well Shawn, I was hoping to meet a guy tonight... and you far passed my expectations. Thanks for tonight." Juliet stepped closer and kissed his cheek lightly, her lips slightly lingering.
Well fuck, that wasn't fair. Why'd she have to go and do that? "If you warn me next time, that might end a little differently." Shawn warned her, raising a challenging eyebrow.
"Like what?" she asked, smirking adorably and her voice daring him. Juliet leaned forward again, giving him more than enough time to meet her soft red lips with his.
"That's about what I was thinking." Shawn said, holding her hand as far back as he could before letting go. "Good night, Jules." Shawn said before making an exit.
"Good night, Shawn." Juliet whispered quietly to the empty room, the lights coming brighter above her as the place prepared to close down. She wished she could have seen him in the full light. She swore she'd that face, but with the lights on she could have been sure.
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"What time did you get in last night, anyway?" Dean asked as he stood in front of a suit case, pearl handled pistol in hand. "Gus was in before you."
"It was pretty late, man." Shawn said with a lion sized yawn, putting his own pistol in the side holster he hid under his plaid shirt. "I met a girl last night guys. She was awesome."
"Did you two just talk or did you, uh..." Gus asked awkwardly, not caring for too much information but a tiny bit curious.
"No way dude, Shawn doesn't have 'just got laid' face." Dean answered for Shawn.
"Dean's right, and she wasn't like that. She was sweet, and classy and fun and man was she hot. But she wasn't the wine and sleep type." Shawn shrugged, remembering the blonde from last night fondly.
He would have liked her to be both kinds of girl, but part of him was glad she wasn't. He'd like one girl he met to be like that.
Shawn had bigger things to worry about, like why he had just armed himself. This was going to be the last job before he, Gus and Dean could just disappear.
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Shawn and Dean strolled up to the tellers of the old bank like the usual clients.
"Afternoon Miss." Shawn greeted with a winning smile.
"Good afternoon, how may I help you?" the older lady asked just as pleasantly.
"Me and my friend here would like to make an account withdrawal." Dean told her, joining his friend and partner.
"Okay, if you'll give me your names and the amount you would like to withdrawal..." the sweet old lady turned to the computer.
"I'm Shawn Spencer, and this is my business associate Dean Winchester." Shawn said smoothly.
The teller looked up in realization at the names. How did she not recognize them first thing!
"If you and your friends would be so kind as to fill up these two duffels, that'd be great." Dean smiled at her, no hate or malice. That confused her.
"Oh, stop right there lady." Dean ordered as she removed her wallet. "We don't want your money or anybody else's. Just the bank's."
"Can anybody here show my buddy Alfonsola Rabiera to the safe please?" Shawn asked another of the tellers. "Oh, damn it." Shawn mumbled under his breath.
"I thought I recognized you." Juliet smiled at him, gun in hand and aimed right at him. "I kissed a national renowned killer. Not everyone can say that."
"Shawn, we have..." Dean stopped midsentence, Lassiter's gun in his back and Shawn at gunpoint too. "Well isn't this just great." Dean threw his hands up in exasperation... and because you know, a cop had a gun in his back.
"Where's Gus?" Shawn asked, looking around.
"Gus shagged ass and ran." Dean replied, happy one of them got out.
"Well O'Hara, we just got the biggest bank team since Dillinger." The pride was evident in his voice, but his face staid ever stoic.
"I told you we would." Juliet acknowledged.
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Dean and Shawn trudged behind the other prisoners as they got onto the transport bus.
"Have fun you two!" Lassiter called as the door closed behind them. His jaw tightened in anger when Shawn flipped him off with both hands, the prisoners on the bus erupting with laughter.
Juliet couldn't believe she had been falling all over a man who was a national celebrity. For robbing banks.
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"Prison isn't all that bad, man." Dean shared his thoughts.
"I'm not a fan of this orange or the food, but besides that I can't complain." Shawn agreed. "I've put on five pounds from working out every day. I'm getting PUMPED!" Shawn flexed his newly earned arms.
"Easy there tiger." Dean told him, looking around the lunch room. "No one's even tried to step to us yet."
"That's because we're national, Dean. We're not low level neighborhood gang bangers." Shawn explained, downing his pitiful milk carton. "We've had on camera shoot outs and physical altercations with the police. No one wants to take a shot at us, man."
Dean rolled his neck, earning a satisfying crack. "It's getting a little dry in here, that's all."
"Dean Winchester, are you already tired of prison?" Shawn asked in mock disbelief.
"Hey! Spencer, Winchester." A guard came up to the nearly empty table, Billy club in hand. "You hot some visitors."
Dean turned to Shawn, feeling a little uneasy. "Who has the clearance to see us? This is one of the country's highest security joints."
"Maybe we're getting a pineapple for good behavior. I think I'm going through withdrawal, man." Shawn convulsed falsely.
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"Lassiter, Jules." Shawn smiled as he and Dean were shackled to the legs of the steel table. "The Feds who put us away three months ago."
"Enjoying every minute." Dean flashed Lassiter a fake, overly happy smile.
"Cut the crap, Frank and Jesse." Lassiter ordered, causing Shawn to throw up 'we got a bad ass' hands. Dean just smirked aggravatingly.
"And what can we do for you fine people, who think this is more important than lunch time." Dean leaned forward in anticipation.
"We need your... expertise." Juliet began. "There's a copycat gang out there, and we need what you know."
Shawn leaned back as much as the chair and shackles would allow. "You want us, to tell you how to catch Us.O?" Shawn smiled as the irony hit him.
"Carlton, they're not going to help us." Juliet whispered as they turned their backs to the table.
"Don't turn your back on us, that's rude." Shawn protested.
"We know the back scratching game. What kind of bone do we get?" Dean asked when they faced them again.
Carlton rolled his head side to side in thought. "O'Hara, see what we can do for Mr. Spencer here. I'll take Winchester next door."
Dean was unlocked and escorted out, Lassiter on his heels.
"Alright Shawn, what's it going to take to get you to help us?" Juliet sat down, sounding exasperated.
"Jules, what's wrong?" Shawn looked at her perplexed and arms crossed.
"You're already on the inside, and I don't think there's much we can do for you and Winchester." Juliet stopped for a second and just watched him, wondering what a guy like him was doing here.
Something about Shawn and Dean didn't add up. They were polite to the tellers, didn't even want their money. They didn't even draw their guns the day they were brought in.
"If they're copycats, no one is getting hurt, so it's not my problem. As soon as there's a body, I'll help you. But I'm not giving a freebie when I know what you can do for me." Shawn shook his head, before resting his chin on his arms and looking up at her.
"What do you mean you know?" Juliet questioned with a scrunched face.
"My dad was a cop in Santa Barbara, California. I know the books as well as you and Bean Pole over there. I knew Lassie since he was a beat cop." Shawn said a little heated, thinking of how he got here in the first place.
"I remember him telling me you were personal. He worked with a Spencer." The lights came on in her head. "Shawn, you don't actually seem like a bad guy. That night at the dance hall, be that guy. Do the right thing." Juliet was near begging.
"Can I go back to my cell, please?" Shawn tried to stand up, but his chains wouldn't let him.
This sight upset Juliet. He was a criminal, yeah. But he wasn't some kind of sick murderer. "Shawn, think about this. Please. For yourself if nothing else. This can be huge for you and Dean."
Shawn said nothing else but looked down, not willing to go on nothing.
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"What'd you tell her? Anything?" Dean asked as they were paraded back to their cells.
"Nadda." Shawn said shortly, not much for talk.
"That's my boy." Dean chuckled before continuing. "Man, that Lassiter guy. What. A. Duesh."
"Watch it Winchester." The guard warned.
"Ooh, come on Billy. You know I like it rough." Dean shot back, not too worried. Or at all, for that matter.
"I got off lucky with the smooth interrogation." Shawn said with a smile, happy to remember the pretty face over what was said.
"She was pretty hot, Shawn. Try to make a move?" Dean raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"Remember that girl I said I met the night before we were brought down?"
"Yeah, what about her?" Dean wasn't quite following.
"That was her." Shawn looked anywhere but at Dean, knowing his chin was damn near on the floor.
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Well there we have it folks, first chapter of my new story.
What are your thoughts, hope, dreams, tears or fears for this story? I'd love to know.