Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Temperance Brennan (Bones), Seeley Booth, others from Bones and Supernatural.
Summary: When I saw The Usual Suspects I just saw an opening for a cross-over. This is my badly written attempt at that scene.
Spoilers: 2.07 The Usual Suspects, 2.08 Crossroad Blues.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing with Eric Krippe's characters from Supernatural and Fox's characters from Bones. No money being made, only my debts are my own (but you're quite welcome to those).
No Beta, so all the mistakes are my own.
Part 1
Agent Booth was looking at the remains in the coffin and wasn't quite sure what he was looking at. Dean Winchester serial killer was supposedly killed and buried in St. Louis but then he turns up at another murder scene in Baltimore months later. So now Agent Booth was looking at what had been buried waiting for his partner.
"Sorry I'm late," Dr Temperance Brennan apologized. "What have we got?" she asked looking into the coffin her nose wrinkling as she did so.
"Nice of you to get here so quickly Bones," Agent Booth replied sarcastically before he quickly filled her in on the details, as he knew them.
"Ok, so if we get the coffin and its contents and any DNA samples from the crime scenes sent to the Jeffersonian. I'll get the team to run tests," Bones replied all business like. "We could do with samples from his latest crimes to tie them together."
"Already on it Bones this will be shipped asap and we're going to go down to Baltimore to pick him up," he replied smoothly. "I thought you'd want to come."
"And why's that?" she replied with a little smirk.
"From what I've heard he'd make an interesting paper for you," Booth responded with his own smirk walking towards his car. "High school drop out, never filled in a tax return, never had a solid job, drifter, carries more weapons than any soldier and I hear he's incredibly charming."
"And what makes you think I might be interested in any of that?" she scoffed as she followed.
"You pride yourself on your ability to understand human motivations, thought he might be right up your street," Booth shrugged.
"Tell me more then," she insisted dryly.
"Or you could read his file," Booth replied passing her a file as they got into his car. "You'll love his confession for the latest set of murders," he smirked getting into the driver's seat. "They get it all set up and then he starts spouting that it wasn't him but some vengeful spirit; and the murders here were committed by a shape shifter."
"What the hell is a shape shifter?" Bones exclaimed in disbelief.
"I'm damned if I know, but that's one of many questions I've got for him when we pick him up," Booth replied as they sped out of the city.
When they arrived at the police station in Baltimore there seemed to be more frenzied activity than was usual for this time of day. They both turned to look at two officers who ran passed them, as the made their way to the front desk.
"Agent Booth and Dr Brennan here to see the prisoner Dean Winchester," he announced flashing his badge with a grin.
The officer behind the desk looked at him, "yeah well that's where they're going. Seems one of our officers got shot when he escaped. We're waiting for Detective Ballard to get here to explain what happened."
Bones and Booth exchanged glances. "Where did this escape take place?" Bones asked.
"Detective Sheridan was taking him up to St. Louis when it happened," the officer replied in a disinterested tone.
Booth was furious he'd told the Police Chief that he would be coming down to collect the prisoner. "And who authorized the move?"
"Got the paperwork right here," the officer replied.
"I'll need to see that in the Police Chief's office immediately," Booth insisted. "This was a Federal case and the prisoner should not have been moved without my authorization. Now you've lost him." Booth continued to mumble about police incompetence as they were led to the police chief's office.
After being allowed to escape by Detective Ballard the Winchester brothers made their way back to town to collect their things. Dean wasn't leaving without the Impala and they broke into the impound yard to break his baby out.
"Ah there she is," Dean sighed as he saw his pride and joy carefully parked between the wrecks. He quickly went and checked that everything was ok while Sam kept watch for any guards.
Dean opened the driver's door and slid into the seat hoping that the creak of the door wouldn't be heard. He signaled to Sam to get in as he started the engine.
As the car roared to life the guards came round the corner to be confronted with the Impala driving towards them. They just had time to leap out of the way as the car headed for the exit.
"Sorry baby," Dean sighed as they broke through the gate and headed off down the road to the sound of gunfire behind them. "Do you really think they were trying to kill us," Dean teased with a grin glancing at his brother.
"Well let's think… we broke into the impound yard… started a car… and drove out almost killing them," Sam listed with a frown. "Yeah I think there's a good chance they were trying to kill us."
"Let's make a note never to return," Dean turned to his brother with a smirk. "One attempt at killing me I can cope with… two's getting plain mean… I don't want to find out if it's third time lucky for them."
Sam laughed, "Yeah well if you'd stop pissing people off, they might keep their guns holstered."
Dean glanced sideways at his brother with an innocent expression, "when have I ever pissed anyone off?"
Sam snorted, "I heard about your 'confession'… I can't imagine that went down well."
Dean smirked, "no but I only told the truth… some people just can't handle the truth."
Booth and Bones were waiting in the police chief's office when he came in with Detective Ballard.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting Agent Booth," he said as they shook hands and turned to Bones to do the same, "Dr Brennan. My custody sergeant told me you were here and I thought you'd want to talk to Detective Ballard as well, he continued indicting to the female detective beside him."
"That's very reassuring of you," Booth ground out looking at the female detective. "Can anyone tell me where the Winchesters are now?"
"No," the police chief replied. "They broke their car out of the impound yard just before you got here and lost our officers soon afterwards."
Booth threw his arms up in disgust walking across towards the window, "can you tell me anything that will help our investigation?"
Detective Ballard nervously said, "look, they're good boys"
Booth shot her a disbelieving look and glanced at Bones.
"I don't understand," Bones stated. "This Dean Winchester was here on a murder charge and yet you say they're good boys; that doesn't make sense."
"Neither does Dean's confession," the detective agreed. "But after everything that's happened in the last 24 hours I'm inclined to believe he was telling the truth."
Dr Brennan noticed the bruises that were still evident on the detective's wrists. "Where did you get those?" she asked indicting the bruises.
"They appeared earlier and I came to talk to Dean," she admitted letting Bones examine them. "He told me where to find his brother and that he would protect me from whatever had caused it. I didn't really believe him but was concerned about what they meant. On finding his brother I discovered what they actual do and he did indeed protect me from the killer. The killer confessed what he'd done before I killed him."
"And that was your partner," Bones suggested in disbelief.
"Yes." Eyebrows raised around the room from the people listening.
"But how did you find out he was the killer and where he was?" Booth questioned.
"Dean had said in his interview that they believed it was something to do with Ashland, thought it was a street. When I found Sam he was investigating missing girls and tying it to Ashland, I recognized one and we went to the building where she went missing and found her body. On her body was a necklace like one Pete had given me."
"So you put two and two together and decided to confront him," Booth supplied.
"Yeah only when we radioed in we heard Pete had taken Dean out supposedly to return him to St Louis. Sam suggested we get the tracker turned on and luckily we found them quickly. Pete was about to shoot Dean and I got him to confess before I had to shoot him," she finished.
"That's very convenient," Booth retorted sarcastically. "And I suppose it was while you were shooting your partner that they escaped."
"No but they got away while I was radioing it in," she replied.
Bones had been studying her throughout the conversation, "and what aren't you telling us detective?" she probed.
"I beg your pardon," the detective retorted indignantly.
"There's something you're not telling us and it's significant."
"Have you seen Dean's confession yet?"
"No not yet," Bones replied looking confused at Booth, who also looked puzzled.
"Ask me when you've seen it," she replied. Turning to her chief, "I think they need to see it."
The police chief phoned to get a copy brought to his office. "I'm sure you'd rather watch it in comfort since we can't help you any further."
Bones looked at Booth who replied. "We'll take it with us. We also want all evidence collected here sent to Dr Brennan's office for cross-checking."
"Why, I've told you they weren't involved here?" Detective Ballard asked.
"There may be something that would help our investigation," Booth insisted.
A few days later the Winchester brothers were sat in a diner. On the laptop screen Sam was reading Dean's identity details as they appear in the records of the St. Louis Police Department.
"So much for our low profile," Sam said seriously looking annoyed over the top of the laptop, as Dean picked at his own chips. "You got a warrant in St. Louis and now you're officially in the Feds' database."
"Dude, I'm like Dillinger or something," Dean replied with a smirk picking up his drink.
"Dean, it's not funny. It makes the job harder. We got to be more careful now," his brother complained with a frown and Dean put his drink down.
"What have they got on you?" Dean asked seriously waiting for an answer.
"I'm sure they just haven't posted it yet," Sam replied searching for information on the laptop.
"Wait, no accessory? Nothing?" Dean frowned shook his head and started to laugh.
"Shut up," his brother complained.
"You're jealous," Dean teased.
"No, I'm not!" Sam protested.
"Uh huh?" Dean replied waving his hand as he changed the subject. "Alright, what have you got on the case there, you innocent harmless young man, you?" he asked picking up his drink again and then going back to dipping his chips in ketchup and eating them.
Sam gathered the documents he found. Another case to keep them busy for a few days.
Bones and Booth return to Washington to await news of sightings of the Impala.
"So Angela, have you managed to reconstruct the face of this person in the coffin?" Bones asked as Booth and she walked into the lab.
"I tried but nothing is consistent, it seems like a collection of faces," she replied confused.
"Actually Dr Brennan there is a problem with the bones," Zack interrupted.
Bones looked at him waiting for him to continue, when it was obvious that he wouldn't she prompted, "And what would that be?"
"Oh," he stumbled. "The bones aren't really bone they're more like cartilage. I checked the skeleton and every bone seems the same. They also appear to be changing shape or have recently changed shape."
"I found that quite strange when Zack told me," Dr Goodman interrupted as he came up the steps behind Bones and Booth. "I checked and it is indeed cartilage and not bone."
Booth and Bones looked at each other confused. "That detective said something about Dean Winchester's confession mentioning some strange things; maybe we ought to check it out," Booth suggested.
"Anything else from the evidence from St Louis?" Bones asked her assembled team.
"Most of the bugs are associated with damp dark places, like sewers or basements," Hodgins replied.
"Well the guy's liar was in the sewers," Booth commented. "This does seem at odds with this Dean Winchester driving around in an Impala and staying in motels; which every other incident on his record points to."
"Nice car," Hodgins enthused.
Bones gave him a look of disgust, "what is it with men and cars?" she addressed Angela.
"It's a guy thing," Angela replied. "But that one is a smooth classic. So are we going to watch this video, he sounds like a real smooth guy."
Bones rolled her eyes.
Booth looked at them, "this video doesn't need all of you watching, just Bones."
Angela looked pleadingly at him, "oh come on, seeing him might help with some of the reconstructing an image from what we've got."
"Bones it's your team, tell them," Booth pleaded.
Bones grinned, "you know they're right; this video might give them some insight."
Booth shrugged in defeat as they went to the video room.
After dealing with the Crossroads Demon Dean was distracted; the offer had been tempting and just because he hadn't taken it up didn't mean he didn't think about it. Yeah he'd thought about it, then he thought about his promise to his dad and knew he couldn't do it, but it had left him wired.
He needed a distraction and was glad they soon found a new job in Reva, West Virginia. It wasn't much just a standard poltergeist but it might be enough to get his head off the choice he had been given.
Booth took the phone call and went to find Bones in her office.
"Hey Brennan, it seems some eagle eyed deputy has spotted the Winchester's car in Reva are you going to join the swat team to bring them in?" he asked knowing she would jump at the chance after seeing the video; there was something about Dean Winchester that seemed to interest her and it wasn't his looks.
"'Course, let me just pass this over to Angela and get Zack to get the DNA results," she replied. "So are you driving?"
"Nah there's a plane ready to take us to join the team," he replied as they went to see first Angela then Zack.
Hodgins saw them, "so if you're flying does that mean you'll drive their car back?" he grinned.
Booth smirked, "well that depends, it'd be quicker to just fly."
"Ah but it's a classic and there might be some evidence we could find."
"Which would be months old and covered in whatever else they've been doing," Bones argued.
Booth and Hodgins looked at each other then back at Bones, "if it's there we'd find it," Hodgins assured.
Bones shrugged and walked off, Booth ran after her to his car.
Sam was still complaining about they had to be careful with Dean on the Federal wanted list and how they couldn't afford to stir things up, and wouldn't they be better heading west in search of a job.
Dean ignored him and that's why they had spent the last week in Reva; four days researching, two days getting close enough to the family to gain their trust and yesterday getting rid of the son of a bitch. Both Sam and Dean had crawled back to their motel worse for wear and although Dean had tended to Sam's wounds he hadn't let his brother reciprocate deciding they were both too tired. The fact that Sam's eyes appeared glazed and his weren't mush better was the deciding factor for Dean, since his worst wound was from his right shoulder down nearly to his waist. He knew it wasn't deep but even after the shower it didn't feel right.
'Poltergist my ass,' he thought as he tumbled into bed. 'That was a demon,' he was glad they'd taken the banishing ritual with them on the off chance, something had seemed wrong on this case.
Sam had fallen asleep as soon as Dean had finish tending his wounds and said his own would wait until morning.
When Booth saw the car parked at the motel he turned to Bones, "no matter what that gets back to Washington." He then assigned two of his team to make sure it didn't leave and let down the tyres.
Assigning four officers to the rear of the building the rest of the team broke in through the front door.
tbc