Title: Along For the Ride, a Supernatural/Power Rangers: Dino Thunder Crossover (1?)
Author: Dannyblue
Fandoms: Supernatural, Power Rangers: Dino Thunder
Chapters: 1?
Pairing: None.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: General spoilers for both shows.
Summary: Gen fic. Dean picks up a hitchhiker, a teen-aged girl who seems to favor the color yellow.
AN: So, I found myself thinking, "What's the most unexpected SPN crossover you could write?" And this is what I came up with. I guess an SPN/Care Bears crossover would be more unexpected, but I'm thinkin' this ranks pretty close.
CHAPTER ONE
Dean Winchester hated hitchhikers.
Okay, it wasn't the hitchhikers he hated so much as the fact that they were hitchhiking. Hitching wasn't the safest thing in the world. Anyone in their right mind knew that. And after all the time he'd spent saving people from the things most didn't know were out there, seeing someone put themselves in a dangerous situation on purpose kind of pissed him off.
And, yeah, he'd had to hitch a few times himself. But that was different. He was a hunter, more than able to handle anybody who tried to give him trouble, no matter how big and bad they thought they were. Most of the hitchers he saw couldn't say the same.
So, hitchhikers annoyed him. Which was why he reacted a little strong when he saw one.
"Oh, son of a bitch!" Dean grumbled as his foot eased off the gas pedal. Because not stopping never even crossed his mind.
Up ahead, a slender figure stood on the side of the road, arm out and thumb up in the universal hitchhiking sign. Long, wavy hair whipped in the breeze.
"Just perfect," Dean sneered in disgust. "She might as well have 'psycho bait' written on her t-shirt."
And it was a she. A she who looked younger and younger the closer he got.
He was close enough for him to make out some details now. Like she was about 16 or 17 at the most, average height. Slender, yeah, but not too thin. She wore a long-sleeved, black t-shirt under a yellow tank-top that had a grungy design splashed across the front. And her jeans were old and faded.
Dean's first thought was 'runaway.' She wouldn't be the first he'd come across. Kids trying to get away from bad home situations. Or even kids whose home lives weren't so bad. They just decided to run off to the big city to find their dreams, heads filled with movies that made it look like a fun adventure.
The girl must've realized he was stopping. As she lowered her arm, she studied the Impala with narrow, suspicious eyes. So at least she had enough sense to be wary, if not enough to not be hitching in the first place.
As the car pulled to a stop next to her, Dean leaned towards the open passenger window. "Need a ride?" he asked, trying not to sound like a dirty old man offering candy to a Girl Scout.
The girl didn't answer right away. Instead, she bent down to get a better look inside the car. Sharp hazel eyes gave Dean a quick once over.
As she studied him, Dean studied her.
Something's missing from this picture, he thought with a frown. A bag. He didn't see a bag anywhere. She wasn't even wearing a jacket. So maybe she wasn't a hitcher or runaway after all. Maybe she was a local whose car had broken down on a side road or something. In which case, she probably just needed a phone to call for help.
"You live around here?" he asked.
The girl stopped staring at him long enough to roll her eyes. "Not even close," she said. "I was just…dropped here, I guess you could say." And there was a world off hidden meaning in those words.
Dean's quick mind put the pieces together. That maybe her previous ride asked for the kind of payment that didn't involve money. And, when she refused, they dumped her in the middle of nowhere, and took any possessions she'd had with them.
"So, you want that ride or not?" Dean demanded. The fact that she was a hitcher—and was about to jump right into a potentially bad situation after just getting out of another one—made him more snappish than he'd intended. "Where you headed?"
The question seemed to completely stump her. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. And, suddenly, she looked lost, and scared. And even younger than she was. "Um, civilization would be a good start."
Dean nodded. "Get in then."
The girl hesitated, giving Dean another long once-over, her dark eyeliner making the look even more intense. Dean's patience was just about to run out when she finally nodded. "Thanks."
His new passenger got into the car, slamming the door shut behind her. And making Dean wince in the process.
Once she was settled in, Dean put the Impala in gear. And, by the time they were about thirty seconds down the road, a heavy, awkward silence had filled the car. The girl was tense, sitting stiff as a board, like she expected him to pounce on her any minute. And Dean…
Well, Dean was wishing Sammy was here. Sam would know how to handle a nervous possible runaway. He could ooze compassion at the drop of a hat, could get total strangers to trust him in four seconds flat. Despite being a freakin' giant, he had the uncanny ability to come across as harmless and safe. The way he handled people, he should've majored in psychology instead of pre-law.
Yep, Sam would know exactly what to do.
Glaring at the road ahead, Dean muttered, "Stupid 'flu."
At the sound of his voice, his young passenger almost jumped out of her skin.
"Geez, relax, okay," Dean grumbled. Which probably wasn't the best way to put her at ease. But if taking rides with strangers made her this nervous, what the hell was she doing hitching in the first damn…
Realizing he was getting angry, which wouldn't help any, Dean took a deep, calming breath. "Look, what's your name?"
She gave him a suspicious look, seeming reluctant to reveal even that much.
"I'm Dean Winchester." Maybe she'd give if he gave first.
She thought about it another second before she mumbled, "Kira Ford."
Dean nodded, oddly pleased to have gotten that much out of her. But the brief feeling of triumph soon vanished as awkward silence once again enveloped the car.
Sighing, Dean pushed a cassette into the player. Soon, the soothing sounds of AC/DC filled the Impala.
TO BE CONTINUED