Psych
Authors Note: So I watched Psych with my girlfriend and we had a blast assigning characters from Supernatural to the characters from Psych. So I'll let you figure out who's who. Hope this is fun.
Up Psych Up
Santa Barbra California 1986
"Come on please!" Chuck sighed at his daughter of about ten sitting across from him in the dinner booth. She was a hyper child with perpetually scraped knees from climbing trees and chasing her half brother Castiel around town. Castiel, or Cas as Gabrielle liked to call him, was an awkward kid who looked just like his mom. She and Chuck had had an affair many years ago. When he'd found out about Castiel he'd felt responsible and started paying child support to his mother. They were on relatively good terms now and Cas and Gabrielle were practically inseparable, though neither yet knew they were actually brother and sister.
"Close your eyes." Gabrielle rolled her whiskey colored eyes and frowned.
"But Dad!"Chuck frowned. She needed to know this stuff, and if the only way to get her to do it was to feed her horrible sweet tooth so be it.
"You don't, no cake." Gabrielle pouted but complied squeezing her eyes closed and blowing caramel colored hair out of her face.
"Alright, which letter on the Exit sign is burned out?" She didn't hesitate.
"The X." He nodded.
"What color is the vinyl?"Gabrielle's brow furrowed.
"What's vinyl?" Chuck frowned slightly.
"Stuff these seats are covered in. What color?" Gabrielle nodded.
"Purple." He nodded.
"Maroon but close enough. Managers name?" Gabrielle managed to give him an exasperated look with her eyes closed, he was almost impressed.
"Who?" Chuck sighed.
"She's wearing a nametag. Woman standing at the counter when we walked in. You saw her." Gabrielle concentrated harder and lit up like a light bulb.
"Marie! Can I have the cake now?" She smiled wide, eyes still closed. She thought she had won. Chuck glanced around then back to his daughter.
"How many hats in the room?" Gabrielle practically growled.
"Come on, you want cake you gotta tell me how many hats are in the room." He could see it on her face, she was focusing, mentally picturing the room. She seemed to pause.
"Does a beanie count?" He raised an eyebrow she couldn't see.
"What do you think?" Gabrielle shook her head slightly.
"Three." Before he could interject she started to describe them clearly getting impatient with his games.
"Lady at the table nearest the window has a straw hat with a pink flower. Old man at the counter facing us has a baseball hat, black with a picture of some kind of lion on it. Last ones on the chef, standard." Chuck smiled slightly.
"And the beanie?" Gabrielle frowned, eyes still closed.
"Beanies a cap not a hat." The blonde waitress next to them, her nametag read Mary, smiled.
"Go ahead and open your eyes." Gabrielle complied grinning wide at the waitress, she had heard walk up to the table.
"That was incredible!" Chuck frowned slightly as Gabrielle beamed.
"It was adequate. Go ahead and get her the fudge cake." Mary smiled at her.
"I guess I know what you're gonna be when you grow up. My sons want to be police too. They're about your age." Gabrielle grinned slightly.
"Ma'am I'm never growing up."
Still Santa Barbra 2006
"I'm calling the police." The tall blonde slightly muscular man Gabrielle had picked up at the dinner frowned deeply.
"Any particular reason? I mean if you want me to leave you could just say so." Gabrielle shook her head looping a long arm around his waist and pulling him back down.
"No, no, no, no. I think I've just solved a case." She gestured to the TV where the store manager was still twitching, playing with a zip tie and looking anywhere but at the camera or reporter.
"Oh you didn't say you were a cop." Gabrielle stuck her tongue out at the idea, the cute blonde diving back in for a kiss at the sight. She pulled away after a second knowing they would answer the phone soon.
"No sweetie no, I'm not a cop." His face fell a tiny bit.
"But I do have a few sets of handcuffs if you wanna play with those later." Gabrielle winked a whiskey colored eye at him and he went back to sucking on her neck as the police finally answered the phone.
"Hello. It was the manager. The store manager, the stereo thefts, the visions chain store. Look he's on the channel eight news right now. Nervous twitch dead give away, he's also refusing to look the camera or the reporter in the eye. My name? Gabrielle Angelo. Is that everything? Yeah. Wait the plates on the news van are expired but that's unrelated." She hung up as the cute blonde started working on the buttons of her blouse.
"So about those handcuffs?"