Authors note:
This is by far one of the hardest chapters Ive written. I think it was because Sam and Dean meeting Shawn and Gus could go so many ways. Its a little rocky, but next chapter will be better, I promise!
Very minor changes. Just felt Shawn was a little OOC. Hopefully it works better this time. Next chapter will be up soon.
"Pass the popcorn, Gus." Shawn grabbed the bowl out of Gus' hands without looking away from the TV screen. It was late and they had decided to have another 80's movie marathon.
"You've eaten most of the bowl already!" Gus tried to take the bowl back.
"Whatever, Dude. Just watch the movie." Shawn gripped the bowl tighter and shoveled a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
Gus sighed. He reached over with both hands and yanked the bowl from Shawn's arms.
"Dude!" Shawn jerked towards the bowl, sending them both out of their chairs and onto the floor.
Gus held the popcorn out of Shawn's reach while holding Shawn's face against the floor. Shawn struggled to get free and reach his precious popcorn. He reached for the hand that held him to the ground, lifting it just enough so he could turn his head and bite down on it.
"OWWW!" Gus yelled, releasing Shawn's head.
The lights began to flicker. They immediately forgot about the popcorn.
"What's going on?" Shawn asked.
"Brown out maybe?" Gus suggested as he got up from the floor, popcorn bowl still in hand and brushed himself off. "I'll go flip the breaker."
"Thank you!" Shawn quickly yanked the bowl out of Gus' arms as he walked by.
"Shawn!" Gus sighed.
Shawn made his way over to the "psych" window. Clouds must've rolled in while they were watching the movie because it had been clear skies for the past week. He stared out into the ocean. He could barely make out the lights from the oil rigs that lined the horizon. Something caught his eye as he scanned over the pier. He tried to focus in on it but he couldn't make anything out. It was too dark. Then the lights in the office flipped off and on again. He stared for a moment longer but nothing else moved. He figured it was seagull.
"Well that was weird." Gus shook his head as he entered the main office again.
"Looks like a storm is rolling in." Shawn pointed to sky through the window.
"Well then I need to head home. I have stuff on my porch I need to bring in before it rains." Gus grabbed his jacket.
"Dude! You're going to skip out on an 80's movie marathon for a few plants?"
Gus nodded. "At least I won't have to share popcorn with them."
"Guuusss" Shawn whined.
"Bye Shawn." He added as he walked out the door.
Shawn woke up to the sound of the Psych office door opening. Soon after he moved in with Woody, he realized the only place he could really stay was at the Psych office. Woody was great, but he needed a working toilet. He figured it would only be temporary
anyways
. He was confident Juliet would let him move back in soon. He sat up just in time to see Gus walk into the main office.
"Dude, if you're gonna crash here, you need to start cleaning up! We can't have our office looking like the city dump, Shawn!" Gus motioned to the layer of trash that covered Shawn's desk and half of the floor.
"I'm sorry Buddy. Ill hire a maid today." Shawn rubbed his eyes and yawned.
"That's not the point! We can't afford a maid! We haven't had a case in two weeks!" Gus sat down at his desk and opened his laptop.
"We'll get a case, don't worry Buddy." Shawn reassured him. "I want some ice cream. What about you?" Shawn stretched and began to get dressed.
Gus rolled his eyes. "It's eight in the morning, Shawn. That's not a very good breakfast."
"Gus, don't be the cross in a Buffy: The Vampire Slayer episode! I'm gonna go enjoy my ice cream breakfast."
On the way back to the Psych office, with an ice cream cone in his hand, Shaw noticed a small gathering at the end of the pier near the office. Usually the groups of people didn't come around until noon or later. Normally fisherman were the only ones out there at this time of the day. He strolled down the path to the pier. He continued down the pier, licking his ice cream cone. As he got closer he noticed a couple of official looking guys dressed in black suits. One was about his height with a similar hair cut to his. Had Shawn not been around, he would say that man had the best hair on the pier. The other was much taller, longer hair but both were built.
"Definitely not desk jockeys" Shawn thought to himself as he approached.
"Jules!" He called.
Juliet turned around and waved him across the crime scene tape.
"What's going on?" Shawn asked.
"It looks like bear mauling."
"There's bears around here?!" He choked on his ice cream.
"No Shawn. It's probably just overkill."
"A crime of passion, Spencer." Lassiter cut in.
"Who are they?" Shawn gestured toward the official looking guys.
"FBI" Juliet responded with a sigh. "Apparently there's been a few 'bear like' attacks and they think its a serial killer or something."
Shawn glanced over Lassiter's shoulder to see a very bloody, mangled body. He pulled out his cell phone and called Gus.
"Dude, I found our next case!"
"A missing ice cream machine does not count."
"C'mon Gus! Have a little faith! It looks like a bear mauling and the FBI is here."
"That's impossible! There are no bears in Santa Barbara."
"I know! That's why I think it's a murder." Shawn scoffed.
"Fine. Where?"
"The end of the pier. Dude! I can see you through the office window from here!"
Dean and Sam scanned the crime scene. Besides the blood and human remains, nothing seemed to be out of place. Dean noticed Sam crouched down behind the trash can.
"Dude? Find something?"
Sam pointed out a small pile of yellow dust. "Sulfur."
"So no werewolves." Dean sighed.
"I told you it was our kind of case." Sam grinned.
"Shut up!" Dean glared. "So there's a demon walking around killing people. What's the connection?"
"Don't know. We should go investigate the victims houses."
"Yeah. Right after we find out why that guy is snooping around a crime scene."
They approached Shawn and flashed their badges.
"Mind telling us why you're here?" Dean asked.
"I'm Shawn Spencer, psychic consultant for the SBPD."
"Psychic?" Dean rolled his eyes.
Sam cleared his throat pointedly.
Dean knew what Sam was trying to tell him.
"And this is my partner Tristan Eugene Padalecki." Shawn gestured toward Gus as he walked up and stood next to him.
"I'm sorry." Dean chuckled at the unfortunate name.
"Pada- what?" Sam asked.
Gus just rolled his eyes.
"Have any visions that could help us find what did this?" Dean glared at him, still not buying the psychic thing.
"The spirits have not revealed anything to me, yet."
"Of course..." Dean mumbled under his breath.
"Just give us a call if anything does come to you." Sam handed him a business card.
Shawn watched them as they crossed the tapeline. He saw Deans eyes widen as Woody approached the body. He tried to focus on thier lips as they whispered something to each other and then over to Woody. Something about the pair did not sit well with Shawn.
Woody was bent over, examining the mutilated body.
"Have a cause of death yet?" Dean snarked.
"Whatever did this was extremely strong."
"Do you think a bear did it?" Dean asked accusingly.
"Seeing as how there aren't any bears around here, no. But the wounds could be consistent with a bear attack. Ill know more once I get the body back to the office." Woody smiled and continued his work.
"Maybe it's just his meat suit." Sam suggested quietly.
"Yeah, maybe. But Zachy won't be gone too long. Besides, don't you think it's a coincidence that his meat suit is now working a case involving demons?"
"Yeah, you're right."
"C'mon. Lets go check out this guy's place."
Shawn watched as the supposed FBI agents mumbled to each other. Something just wasn't sitting well with him.
"Dude, something's not right about those agents." Shawn glanced at Sam and Dean who were getting into a black impala.
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't know. Just something about them is off." He shrugged.