Rituale Romanum
A Supernatural/Psych Crossover
Pairings: Shassie, Dean/Castiel, Gabriel/Sam
Spoilers:
PSYCH: None really, probably just some vague references to former cases or Shawn's accidents.
SUPERNATURAL: Plot wise, probably none. As long as you know the gist and that Castiel and Gabriel are angels, you should be fine.
Summary: There are some things no one knows about Shawn Spencer, like how he knows for a fact that monsters exist. So when Dean Winchester shows up in Santa Barbara, without his brother, Shawn knows something horrible is in the air.
Prologue: How It All Began
Set after 'Bloody Mary' in Supernatural and pre-show in Psych.
Shawn was on his eighteenth job when he met the Winchester Brothers. It was purely by accident, or so he thought but truthfully the oddest things always did seem to happen around him so maybe he shouldn't have been surprised. Shawn had been working at a bar that night, it was only his third day on the job but he'd already made fast friends with both his co-workers and the regular patrons. Being that the bar was located in a very small town out in the middle of nowhere, they didn't get many new visitors so when the Brothers walked in they had Shawn's attention nearly immediately.
The taller one drew his eyes first since he was nearly, if not over, six feet but one scan showed that despite the man's size he looked rather harmless. Bigfoot, as Shawn named him, headed instantly for one of the small tables with a laptop shoulder bag while the smaller man approached him. Smiling widely, Shawn looked him over covertly as he greeted the newcomer.
This one was shorter though still taller then himself, but where the other one had an air of harmless innocence this man did not. He was very easy on the eyes, Shawn certainly approved, but his lazy slouch belied a controlled and dangerous stance. Shawn found himself caught in the stranger's eyes, a pretty green swirl of color that held an alert gleam he recognized as a feature they shared.
"Hey there, stranger. What can I do for you?" He asked, elbows on the counter.
"Just two beers will do it."
Shawn gave a nod and reached beneath the counter to plop two unopened bottles in front of them. "So tell me, what could possibly be of interest to two dashing young men such as yourselfs way out here?"
Those eyes gleamed in amusement and a smirk formed on the other's handsome face. "Oh, nothing. My brother and I are just passing through on our road trip."
"Brotherly bonding?" Shawn returned, smirking as well.
The snort in response was answer enough and he laughed but the other just grinned before leaning forward. "And what about you?"
"Me? What about me?" He asked innocently, shifting ever so slightly toward the stranger.
"Well, you're a dashing young man as well, what are you doing here? You don't live here, do you?"
Shawn didn't bother asking him how he knew, it was rather obvious to anyone who really looked that he didn't belong in this scene. "I'm just here for a little fun before moving on. I'm thinking Seattle next."
"Fun, huh?"
"Um-hmm."
The other man smiled and Shawn felt a flutter of anticipation in his stomach, giving a flash of teeth in return.
"Dean!" The call cut across their connection and Shawn broke eye contact to look across the pub toward Bigfoot, whose voice was a mix of irritation and excitement.
Dean (Shawn rather liked that name) rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. "Annoying little brother…"
Shawn's eyes widened. "He's your little brother?" he demanded with amused incredibility in his voice.
"Unfortunately." Was the grumbled reply before Dean grabbed the beers and paused to look at him. "What's your name?"
"Shawn, Shawn Spencer, at your service." He said with a wink as he held out his hand.
Dean chuckled, a low rumble, and shook his hand firmly. "Dean, Dean Wilcot."
Shawn raised an eyebrow, almost convinced that he was telling the truth but he wasn't Henry Spencer's son for nothing, so he sensed the falsehood but found he didn't even care. Everyone had their secrets and reasons to hide, look at himself. Instead, Shawn grinned easily and finally pulled his hand away. "Nice to meet you, Dean."
"Likewise, Shawn."
With one last smile and meaningful glance, Dean headed over to his brother, beers in hand.
Later that night Dean met him outside and Shawn only hesitated a moment before dragging the other to his hotel room for a night of 'fun'.
The next night the brothers didn't show at all and by the end of his shift, Shawn couldn't help but feel disappointed. As he walked through the pub's darkened parking lot toward his motorcycle he couldn't stop wondering what story they had to tell. Finally he had to shrug and force himself to forget about it, especially since he obviously wouldn't see either of them again.
He was only a few feet from his bike when he heard something that was not a part of the usual nighttime sounds. He froze, helmet under his arm, and ears straining to catch it again while his eyes narrowed and roved the lot carefully. He stood frozen for several minutes but it never came again and Shawn allowed himself to relax slightly. He returned to his bike and was just pulling on his helmet when he felt a rush of misplaced air behind him and something crashed into him with the force of a small car, a small car going way over the speed limit. He hit the ground hard, helmet rolling from his grasp, and completely robbed of breath from the impact. It took too long of a moment for him to realize there was a heavy weight on top of him, and not in the way he liked, before he opened eyes he didn't remember closing.
It was a man who had him pinned to the ground, one Shawn recognized as the guy who worked at the gas station in town, his name was Steve or Dave or something like that. But why Steve (or Dave) had power tackled him to the ground was currently up for discussion, if he'd had the breath to discuss that is. Steve/Dave sniffed him a few times, an odd look on the guy's face, while Shawn heaved in a lungful of air and wheezed out a well deserved, "What the fuck?
Steve/Dave ignored him and sat back just enough to look him over a bit better, that puzzled expression not lessening at all.
"Hey, dude, I don't know about you but I require at least a first date before any of this happens. And really, Steve or is it Dave? That's really bugging me now. Anyway, you do know that tackling a person in the dark of night is hardly a good way to get someone's attention, right? I mean, you could have just asked me out for a beer or tacos or something first. That's not to say I would have accepted but at least you wouldn't have the creep factor going for you." Shawn's babbling was cut off by a strange growl from Steve/Dave and Shawn instantly stilled.
"You talk too much." Steve/Dave snarled, his eyes flashing pure black for a brief moment.
Shawn gaped and did what he always does in stressful situations, he kept talking. "Wow, dude, that was awesome! Totally creepy but still cool, how'd you get your eyes to do that? No way that was contact lens. Wait, I didn't see that did I?" He voice took on a disappointed tone. "I'm hallucinating aren't I? I've wrecked my bike again and I'm actually laying in a ditch somewhere, right? Uh, Dad's so never going to let me live this one down."
Steve/Dave backhanded him with a snarled "Shut up!" and Shawn saw stars, or at least random bright spots behind his eye lids.
"You stupid humans disgust me. Blabbering roaches ."
Shawn wondered if he should be insulted but quickly decided that crazy people weren't exactly the best at judgments so clearly this guy had no idea what he was talking about. He was also pretty sure he had read or heard somewhere that provoking the mentally unstable was a bad idea but he just couldn't stop his mouth from regurgitating whatever popped into his mind first. Luckily before he could blurt out this observation and how he finally realized it was his mother who told him that, there was a shout of "Christo!" from behind them and Shawn couldn't recognize the voice but quickly found he didn't care as the crazy man perched on top of him leaped off and spun away.
There was a crash from somewhere nearby and Shawn struggled to sit up, a strange chanting reaching his ears in the same voice as before. Something in the back of his mind supplied that it was Latin but he forgot that almost the instant it registered. Suddenly someone was beside him and Shawn jumped, looking up into the face of Dean Wilcot and grinned widely. "Dean! Dude, I think I wrecked my bike."
Dean frowned slightly, "What? Never mind, are you alright?"
"Best as I can be." He said, belatedly noticing the pain in his jaw, probably caused from that backhand earlier. "Oh, dude, you well never guess what I saw that crazy guy do! It was wicked cool."
"Sure it was." Dean muttered, looking off to the scuffle between the crazy person and his little brother. "Listen, I gotta go help Sam, will you be okay here for a minute?"
"Yeah, yeah. Go ahead. Do what you gotta do mystery man."
With one last strange look at him, Dean darted into the fight and the chanting that had stopped started up again.
Shawn pulled his feet under himself and rested his head on his fist as he idly watched the brothers fight Steve/Dave and what an odd fight it was. Dean was tossing water on the crazy and it was making the other practically sizzle while the younger brother was doing the chanting out of a small leather covered notebook overstuffed with papers.
Suddenly Steve/Dave froze, a contorted look of pain of his face as he began choking out a putrid black gas.
Shawn wrinkled his nose and muttered "Gross." under his breath before that gas emitted a horrifying squeal and was sucked through the ground, leaving only a still body, silence and the heavy breathing of the Wilcot brothers behind.
Shawn weighed the performance for a quiet moment then started clapping, the sound sharp in the silence and making the brothers jump. "Bravo, bravo! I give it a 10 out of 10."
They both stared at him for a moment before Dean laughed a little shakily and approached, shaking his head.
Shawn stared up at him and patted the ground beside himself, "So, either of you want to tell me what that was all about?"
Dean looked at Sam and Shawn found himself jealous of their silent communicating abilities. Dean gave a sigh and Sam smirked before offering a hand to Shawn. "C'mon. We'll talk but not here."
And so, Shawn Spencer came to learn that things really did go bump in the night, and often times they screamed as well. After learning what the Winchester brothers did for a living, Shawn absently found himself thinking it was time to head on back home, back to Santa Barbara, but first he spent a little while on his unpaid nineteenth job: hunter.
After a few months together, Shawn and Dean had an unspoken agreement that despite their physical attraction the two were really better off as good friends then a couple.
For the Winchesters, this fiasco gifted them with a close friend whose abilities with a gun and quick learning skills also offered a highly competent fellow hunter. However, they could tell that this life just wasn't meant for Shawn so when he moved on to head home, they merely swapped numbers, promised to keep in touch and wished each other luck on the journeys to follow.
Little could any of them know that this was just the first rotation of a wheel being set into motion.
