Authors note:
One moment I was writting this and the next thing I know, Shawn and Gus take over and run away with it Lol lol I hope you enjoy it!
Shawn exits the chiefs office with a grin.
"What's with you?" Gus asked pointedly.
"The chief doesn't know what to think about these cases but she doesn't want the FBI taking over just yet. We're unofficially on the case."
"Which means we aren't getting paid..."
"Relax Buddy! I'll figure out that this case is ours and then the chief will be so grateful, she'll pay us double!"
Gus rolled his eyes. He was getting used to the wild cases and the seemingly tiny amount of evidence turning into an amount that no one could ignore.
Before Gus could bring the Blueberry to a complete stop, Shawn already had his seatbelt undone and was hopping out of the car. Gus had just closed the car door by the time Shawn reached the front porch. He peered inside a window. It was dark but he could make out a few things. It looked like a lamp was on the floor along with the coffee table on its side with magazines and other mail scattered across the living room. Gus tried the front door. Locked. Shawn checked the window and it was shut tight.
"Let's go around back." Shawn turned to go around the porch. He spotted a window about ten feet off the ground and it looked cracked open.
"Gus!" Shawn whispered harshly. Seconds later Gus came around the back of the house to find Shawn staring up at the window.
"Dude! I need a lift." Shawn pointed to the window.
"No Shawn! I just got this shirt dry cleaned. I don't need your dirty shoes stepping on my shoulders." Gus folded his arms over his chest.
"C'mon Buddy! There's a case here, I know it!" Shawn begged.
"This shirt is two hundred dollars, Shawn!"
"I'll take my shoes off" Shawn tries to bargain.
Gus sighs, "Fine!"
Shawn slips his shoes off and Gus bends down so Shawn can step in his hands and climb onto his shoulders.
After a few grunts from both of them, Gus is standing as tall as he can while Shawn reaches to test the window. It rises with ease.
"It's open, Dude!" Shawn announces excitedly.
Gus begins to raise his head to answer when a whiff of sweaty feet and wet leather reach his nostrils. "Shawn! If your nasty feet mess up this shirt, I'm keeping your shoes!" Gus says through gritted teeth.
"Whatever you say, Buddy." Shawn shrugs and begins to pull himself through the window.
His hands grip the window sill and he can feel something gritty along the length of it. He hoists himself inside and lands with a thump on the floor. He stands up, brushes himself off and glances around. The grit he felt on the window he can now identify as salt. He files the info away for later.
Peering back outside the window, "Go around front. I'll let you in."
"Shawn!" Gus hold the pair of shoes in the air. "These are my shoes!"
"Sorry, Bud. I couldn't find my shoes that I normally wear with these jeans. I needed them!"
Gus scowls. "I'm leaving and I'm taking these with me. You owe me a new shirt and new shoes!" He uses the shoes to point at Shawn.
"Gus! Just..." The both begin to whisper heatedly at each other. Moments later the whispered argument that they really couldn't try to translate for someone else ends. They glare at each other for a moment and Gus is the one to give up. He punches the air in anger and then storms around to the front of the house. Shawn grins slightly at the win and heads to the front door to let his best friend in.
"I'm not talking to you." Gus points his nose in the air as soon as Shawn opens the door, and storms past him.
Shawn turns back around to the living room. It was messier than he had originally seen. The entertainment center was pulled apart, the couch was tilted on its front while the cushions were discarded on the floor, the bookshelf was pulled away from the wall, the shelves were broken or out of place, books were thrown around the room and a few pictures on the wall were broken but the most noticeable thing was the huge crack from ceiling to floor on one of the walls.
"What happened?" Gus asked, shocked to see such a mess.
"Somebody got into a fight." He pointed to the cracked wall.
"Or something." Gus added.
"A bear couldn't have done this. But I don't see any signs of forced entry. In fact, everything but that window was locked from the inside. " Shawn points out.
"I'm not sure I want to meet whoever or whatever did this." Gus hides a tremble.
Right as Shawn opens his mouth to agree, they hear voices outside the front door. Shawn flinches and Gus can no longer hide his trembling. Shawn bolts for the coat closet just a couple of feet behind them, grabbing Gus by the arm, who was frozen with fear. Shawn closes the door quickly but gently, behind them. He turns to a hyperventilating Gus and hushes him. Gus nods quickly and clamps a hand over his mouth to try and contain the noises he is involuntarily making. Within a few seconds, Shawn can see the front door swing open and two men walk in. With Gus breathing heavily in his ear, he can barely make out the sound of a light switch flipping on and off.
"Power must be blown." A deep, gravely voice says. One of them walks past the closet they are in and Shawn turns to silently tell Gus to keep it together. Gus squeezes his eyes shut and turns to face the wall and bury his face in a jacket. Shawn continues to listen for sounds. From what he can make out, the one man is shuffling through the mess. There's a click and Shawn can see the living room lights come on but they are dim and flicker.
"The door and windows are all salted. I found sulfur by an open window in the den." The other voice states as he enters the living room again.
"Well somebody knew what they were doing." The deeper voice said.
"So we're dealing with demons..." The other sighed.
"Lets start looking for something that connects the victims".
Shawn listened intently. After that they didn't say much. All he heard was things being moved around and searched through. He turned back towards Gus, who had been able to quiet down his breathing but he was now sweating and still trembling. Shawn then closed his eyes and tried to focus. He had heard those voices before, recently too! He quickly realized it was the FBI agents from the crime scene. He pulled out his phone, made sure it was on silent and began to type quickly. Moments later Gus's phone vibrated in his pocket. He scrambled to get to it. Then he squinted his eyes and tried to focus on the words.
"Those are the FBI agents from the crime scene! I knew something was off about them! What kind of FBI agents hunt 'demons'?!"
Gus began to type furiously.
"Demons aren't real, Shawn! We need to get out of here! NOW!"
"I'm not going out there till they leave! Who knows who they are!? They could be spies or something! Which would actually be kinda cool... Do you think they'd let me borrow their watch that can do 99 different things but can't tell time?"
"Shawn! Focus! They could be killers for all we know and we're stuck in a closet and I have to pee!"
"Oh Dude! I did NOT need to know that! Besides, I'm the one with no shoes on so if we have to make a run for it, I'll be the one that they catch."
"It's not my fault you couldn't find your own shoes! You ruined a perfectly good pair of shoes! And my shirt!"
"You look like a girl in that shirt anyways. But I'll buy you a new pair of shoes."
"HA! I have it in writing now! You can't back out now! Wait... I do not look like a girl!"
"I would never back out! It's like you don't even know me!"
Gus looked up from his phone and glared at Shawn. Shawn knew exactly what that look meant. Don't even lie! You do it all the time! When you've been best friends for twenty-five years, looks are one thing that you can understand instantly.
They had gotten so wrapped up texting each other, they didnt even realize a third voice in the living room.
"Have you found anything?" It asked.
"Cass!" Shawn matched the voice with the shorter of the two "agents". The one with great hair... He thought. "Yeah we found some stuff," he continued. "First of all, I don't think this is a normal demon we're dealing with here. And when were you going to tell us about Zachariah?!" He sounded mad.
"You are correct. This is not a typical demon." Cass responded
"Why didnt you tell us to this begin with?!" The taller one asked.
"Because I didn't know at the time. I just found out. Look, we got word that some demons were joining together and hunting something. We don't know who or what they are hunting. But word is, they need it for the apocalypse. It could be a number of things."
"That would've been nice to know, Cass!"
"Dean, you have to understand... We don't know who's involved. I can't just go up to anyone and start asking questions..."
"You think angels might be involved!?"
Shawn's eyes widen at the mention of angels. He gets the feeling these guys actually believe what their saying. So far he has been able to one voice as Cass and the other as Dean. Meanwhile, Gus has returned to shivering into a jacket. "The freakishly tall one has yet to be named." Shawn thinks.
"Anna has mentioned a thing or two..." Cass replied.
"Great! That's just peachy!" Dean says sarcastically. "So that leaves Sam and I, mere mortals to save the world from not one but two heavenly beings"
"I don't know for sure. I can't exactly rush the information flow. Ill do what I can to let you know what I find as soon as possible."
"So, Gigantisaurus is Sam..." Shawn thought. Then he hears a faint flapping sound. Like a big bird or something.
"I hate it when he does that!" Dean says.
"So angels and demons working together?" The tall one asked.
"According to Cass." Dean shurgs.
"I'm going to go look upstairs for any clues." Sam nods and heads upstairs, leaving Dean mumbling about angels and demons.
Shawn can hear Dean shuffling through a side table with a loud sigh. Moments later he sees him walk past the closet and into the kitchen. Dean quickly turns around to Gus and places a hand on his shoulder startling him. Luckily the only thing Gus disturbed was the jacket he had been finding just a sliver of security in while they hid. Gus scowled at Shawn.
"Nows our chance." Shawn whispered as quietly as possible. He went to reach for the shoes Gus was still clinging to.
"No!" Gus whispered sternly. Shawn glared back, knowing they did not have time to fight over it. They needed to get out of the closet as soon as possible.
He turned back to the door and took a deep breath. He slowly turned the door knob and peeked his head out. He could hear Dean in the next room over. He continued to slowly push the door open, hoping it wouldn't squeak. As soon as the door was open enough, Gus pushed his way through, past Shawn and ran for the front door. Shawn quickly checked to see if Dean had heard something. It wasnt until Gus flung the front door open that Dean looked up from what he was doing. Shawn took off after Gus, who was now running down the stairs, an extra pair of shoes tucked under his arm. Seconds later they were both in the car. Shawn glanced back to the porch to see Dean come running through the door and catch a glimpse of the Blueberry.
"That was too close Shawn!" Gus groaned as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.
"I don't think he saw that it was us."
"I am not taking anymore chances like that! We aren't even officially on the case. If I'm going to be put through that again, I will be getting paid!" Gus said through gritted teeth, still speeding down the street even though they were out of danger.
"Got it! You will not have a panic attack unless you're paid for it." Shawn quipped.
"Shawn!"
"Go to the office. I need to change." Shawn directed.
"I'll drop you off. I have rounds to do."
"C'mon Buddy! There's totally a case here! You can't bail now!"
"Watch me."
Gus dropped Shawn off at the Psych office, just like he said, leaving Shawn to find another pair of shoes and a ride to his next 'suicide mission' as Gus called it.
