It's been a long time coming, but I've finally gotten close to finishing my Supernatural/Psych story. So, for all of you who watch both shows and love 'em, look no further. They're here together.

With school back in, it may take me a while to update, that's jsut a fair warning.

Discalimer: I don't own Psych OR Supernatural. That's why I'm sad all the time :(

On to the story!

Insane Clown and Posse

Santa Barbara, 1989

Henry Spencer sighed as he glanced over his paper at his son, Shawn, who seemed to be dealing with some sort of internal conflict. "All right, son," the officer sighed, "what is it this time?"

Shawn scratched at his head, watching a boy around his age pulling a younger child out of the diner's small bathroom and past their table. He assumed they were brothers, though they didn't look anything alike. "I have a secret."

His father straightened up, laying the paper flat on the table. "Shawn, remember what I told you about secrets?"

Shawn nodded, still watching the two boys, who had joined an older man in a leather jacket at the diner's back table and seemed to be finishing off breakfast. "It's not a bad secret, dad. No one's going to get hurt."

Henry relaxed a little. "Then what is it?"

"I think a girl at school has a crush on me."

"What makes you say that?"

Shawn shrugged. "I, uh, saw my name scribbled all over her notebook."

"Well, then go up and talk to her about it. You can't cower in the corner forever, Shawn."

"That's not the problem. Gus has a crush on her. What should I do?"

Henry shook his head, rolling his eyes as he picked his paper back up. "You know I can't tell you that, Shawn. You have to figure it out for yourself. Just remember, sometimes, in order to be successful, you have to tell your secrets. Just do it with discretion."

Shawn nodded sadly and looked back at his muffin as the family from the back table walked past without paying their bill. He glanced at them briefly, noticing the littlest boy's shoe was untied.

"Did you boys hear that?" John Winchester asked as his family left the diner.

"What that guy was telling his kid about telling secrets?" his son, Dean, replied uncertainly, "yeah. What about it?"

"You know that everything he told that boy is a lie, right?"

"Yes, sir," Dean and his younger brother answered in unison.

"Good," John nodded, pulling out his car keys and unlocking the doors for his sons, "now get in. We have a hunt to finish."

The children were about to climb in as someone came barreling up to them, out of breath, long dark hair sticky with sweat. "Wait up!" the new kid yelled, coming to a stop just short of the Impala and looking the family up and down, "his shoelace is untied."

"What?" Dean asked as his father glared at him and motioned to get in the car.

"Your little brother," Shawn panted, "his shoelace. Wouldn't want him to trip."

"Thanks," Dean muttered as Sammy, already safely in the car, glanced at his shoes, "how'd you know?"

Shawn shrugged. "Just happened to notice. I'm Shawn, by the way. You guys new in town?"

"Just visiting," Dean replied hastily, climbing into the back seat beside his brother, "thanks again for the tip."

The car's engine revved, and the '67 Impala sped off, leaving Shawn standing alone on the sidewalk. Slowly, he turned and trudged back to the diner, deciding it would be pointless to tell his father the family hadn't paid.

Well, that's chapter one. What do you think? Please review, it's what keeps me going!