A/N: So. This story has nothing to do with the others. And it exists solely for giggles. Back when I lived in the country without internet, all I had to watch were Supernatural on DVD and Inuyasha on DVD. And when I finished one series, I'd start the other over again in an endless cycle, for like...three and a half years. And one day my sleep deprived, caffeine addled brain went, "How funny would a crossover be?" And so it began. I don't add much to this one very often, but I figured I might as well share it with all of you. Have fun! -Tootles
The phone rang and Dean jumped, his foot slipping off the gas pedal. He frowned, glancing at Sam, who had just woken at the sound and was staring around blearily, confused.
"What is that?" he mumbled, and Dean nodded at the glove compartment.
"It's Dad's." was all he said, before turning his attention back to the road. The Impala jumped forward, engine growling. Sam threw him a look of annoyance and dug through the mess of throw away phones until he'd pulled out the one making the racket. With a snap, he closed the glove compartment again. The phone went silent, and he sighed, he'd missed the call.
But just as he moved to put it down, the screen lit up again and it shook, spewing an old fashioned ringing jangle. He let it ring one more time before he flipped it open and held it to his ear.
"Hello?" he quieried, and then frowned.
"Moshi moshi...A..Anno..Gomen, my english is a bit out of practice. Is this...Winchester?" a woman's soft voice replied. Sam blinked, and looked over at his brother. Dean raised an eyebrow at him and the car slowed again.
"What is it?" he asked, and Sam gestured to the side of the road. Dean nodded reluctantly and pulled to a full stop on the shoulder, sliding into park and settling back. Sam took the phone away from his ear and clicked it to speaker mode, holding it out between them. They huddled around it.
"Who is this?" Sam asked, glancing up at his brother.
"My name is Higurashi. Mister Winchester told me that, if I ever needed him I could call him. That was thirteen years ago, I admit, but...well, there was never a reason before now." the woman went on, and Dean scowled at the phone. He recognized her voice, but couldn't place her. Someone they'd met before, a long time ago.
"Well, why do you suddenly need his help?" Dean demanded, and the woman went quiet for a few minutes.
"It's...my daughter. She...recently found out some things, and she has been asking after him. I finally decided to tell her the truth." she trailed off, and the frown fell away from Sam's face. He looked up at Dean, his eyes wide, and his brother stared back, equally confused.
"Where are you, Miss Higurashi? It sounds like we need to talk." Sam said, trying to keep his voice level. Dean shifted in his seat, gripping the steering wheel in a white knuckle grasp.
"Uh, we live in Japan. Our family cares for a shrine here." she replied, and Sam sighed.
"We'll be there as soon as we can catch a flight." he said, reaching up to rub his eyes. There was a pause from the other line, and muffled voices. Sam stopped, glancing down at the phone. Then suddenly, another voice came across.
"This is Kagome. What are your names?" a younger, sharper voice demanded. And a bewildered look passed between the boys.
"Um, I'm Sam." he supplied, tilting his head slightly, a wry smile crossing his lips.
"Dean." his brother growled, giving the phone a loathsome look. The girl made a noise, like she was pondering this information.
"Sam...Dean..." she murmured, getting a feel for the unfamiliar words, "Okay. I could get used to that. I suppose I kind of have to, given you're my half brothers and all." she went on, her voice cheerful.
"Is...father...not there?" she added hesitantly, and Sam's face fell. The ache, that at this point was as familiar as breathing, returned to his chest.
"No...We'll talk about it in person." he said quietly, and the girl on the other end of the line gasped.
"You're coming here?" she squeaked, overwhelmed with excitement. It was almost enough to make him grin.
"Yeah. We'll be there before the week is out." he replied.
"Yattaaah! Machi-kirenai! Jah neh, Onii-san!" she yelped happily, and the phone went dead.
For a moment, Sam stared at it. Then he looked up at his brother.
"Well...she was...loud." was all he said. Dean glanced at him, and rolled his eyes, gearing the car into drive and speeding off.
After a few minutes, he sighed, and Sam glanced over at him. His stony expression had faded, and he was gazing out the windshield with a stricken look.
"What?" Sam asked, and his brother glanced at him. Dean's face pulled up in unhappiness, and he shook his head, exasperate.
"Man...I don't know anything about girls!" he complained, and Sam scoffed, incredulous.
"Are you kidding me? Dean, you've been dealing with girl's since you were ten!" he retorted, and Dean rolled his eyes at him.
"Yeah, but that's different Sammy! Way different." the older Winchester spat. Sam shook his head at him and laughed.
"Look, they're not as hard as you think. Alright? Just, give this one a chance."