What Do You Say

By Ammie Hawk

Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own Gundam Wing or Supernatural, they belong to their respective owners and copyright holders.

Summary: On the road with a new companion after the events in St. Louis, what will Sam and Dean do with a supposed civilian now traveling with them? Will Sam and Dean be able to keep their secrets? Or will secrets between the brothers break them apart?

Chapter 1

Trowa Barton, former pilot of the Gundam Heavyarms, stared in horror at the television screen his fellow circus troupe was gathered around. He was currently on tour with the circus he had joined back in the war. Their location was the Sanq Kingdom, doing a special performance for the princess of the Sanq Kingdom, the former Queen of the World, Relena Peacecraft.

However, that was ultimately beside the point, in the face of what was on the screen. In a breaking news report from the States, it was said a serial killer in Missouri had been found dead in his latest victim's home. But no, that couldn't be true, he was going on a trip with his brother to meet up with his dad, who was out hunting or something like that.

With that thought in mind, he went over to his duffle and pulled out his cellphone. He got into his contacts and started scrolling, finally landing on the one he wanted. He hit the dial button and waited for it to ring. As he waited, he prayed to whatever deity was out there, not that he had much faith that there was one, that it was just a case of mistaken identity.

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In a shabby motel room a few hours outside St. Louis, Missouri a phone started ringing. The two occupants of the room startled awake by the sudden noise. They looked at each other for a moment before the shorter of the two reached out for the device.

"Hello?" he answered groggily.

"Dean?" the person on the other end sounded relieved. "God, you don't know how glad I am to hear your voice."

"Trowa?" green eyes narrowed as he looked around for a clock. "Why are you calling me at… 3 o'clock in the morning?"

"Sorry, I forgot about the time difference," Trowa sighed. "I was watching the news and it said you were dead. I just had to call you, I'm sorry."

"Whoa, wait, what? They have our news over in Europe? That's beside the point," his eyes rolled as he met those of his brother. "Look, Tro, everything's fine. I'm still with Sammy, still looking for my dad. You stay, enjoy your show. I'm fine, don't worry."

"You're still in Missouri," it wasn't a question and Dean just shook his head. "I'm getting on the first available flight. I'll see you in a couple days."

"Trowa, I'm not going to be here in a couple days," silence greeted him. "You hung up on me, didn't you?"

He pulled the phone away from his ear, glared at it, and tossed it angrily down on the bed. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. Why him? Why now? And why did his kid brother have to be sitting on the bed across from him listening to the entire fucking conversation?

"What?" he didn't even look at Sam. "You've got something to say, say it."

"Nothing," Sam shook his head. "I'm just kinda curious who Trowa is, and why he cared."

"Well," he sighed and finally looked up, "about a year ago now, Dad and I were doing a job. Random people kept disappearing along the route of a traveling circus. Dad thought, and I agreed, that there might be something up with the circus. Well, we did the usual investigating, but were coming up cold so we decided to get to know the troupe a bit better. Anyway, there was an acrobat who was about my age, so I figured I'd see what he knew. The guy's name was, is, Trowa, and he wasn't just an acrobat, he was a clown and lion tamer as well. Well, we kinda hit it off, you now hung out, had a few beers after the show. I guess you could say we were becoming friends. About a week later, just as they were getting ready to move on, Dad suddenly pulls the plug on the investigation, and we hit the road. I never did find out why he did that, but anyway, Trowa and I ended up meeting up a few times after that, when he wasn't on the road and I wasn't on a job. Anyway, we saw each other a few days before I went and got you. He was headed off on a European tour with the circus and was gonna be gone for several months, so we figured we'd at least wish each other luck on our trips. Apparently, he saw the news report about my 'death' and got worried, so he called to see if I was alright. That's it, nothing more."

Sam gave him a funny look, "So what I'm getting from this is that Dad just bailed on a job for no apparent reason and you befriended a clown. A clown, Dean?"

"He's not just a clown," Dean said defensively. "He's an acrobat and lion tamer, and a very talented performer."

"I'm not saying he's not," he held up his hands placatingly. "It's just surprising is all. So explain to me why Dad would just leave. It's not like him to just quit a job before it was finished."

"You don't think I don't know that?" the shorter of the pair snapped. "That's part of the reason I've kept in touch with Trowa. The disappearances didn't exactly stop, but Dad refused to go back and actually told me to drop it but I can't. Everything in me is telling me something's up with them, but I've looked into everything, man, but nothing matches. Trowa checks out, but I can't get a read on the others in the troupe."

"So you want to check it out?"

"Naw," Dean shook his head and lay down. "The troupe is in Europe anyway. And besides, we have to keep looking for Dad. So let's get some sleep, we roll out at first light."

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Trowa sat in the airport terminal waiting for his flight back to the States. The first flight he'd been able to book was still an hour away from boarding, much less take off. While he was waiting, he pulled out his cellphone and hit the speed dial one. It only took a moment for the call to connect.

"Yuy speaking," the person on the other end said briskly.

"Heero, it's Trowa," he answered.

"Hn," the former Wing pilot grunted in acknowledgement.

"I need a favor," the clown sighed. "I need you and Wufei to look into the incident in St. Louis."

"The serial killer, who ended up dead," Heero said in a monotone, probably looking up anything he could find on it on the computer. "Dean Winchester."

"It wasn't Dean Winchester," Trowa shook his head, not that the other could see. "It was someone else, and they framed Dean. I want you to look into it, and bury it if you have to. Just make it go away."

"It may take awhile," he gave a barely audible sigh. "There's too much publicity on this particular case, but we'll do what we can."

"Thanks. I appreciate this Heero," the unibanged teen laid his head back on the top of the chair. "And don't worry about the real Dean, I'm on my way there now."

"Roger that," Heero grunted. "Take care."

With that the line went dead, and Trowa relaxed as best he could till it was time for him to leave.

Ammie: I know, another story, another something to not finish... I'm trying here people. Anyway, let me know what you think, and also you can find my on facebook: Ammie Hawk.