Title: I have crossed the seas

Fandom: Leverage/Supernatural

Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Gilgamesh.

Warnings: future!fic, AU

Pairings: Dean/Eliot

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 275

Point of view: third

Prompt: Supernatural/Leverage, Dean/Eliot, Lazy Sunday.


Sammy and Jess will be flying in to Lawrence later this afternoon, with their two sons(and a third kid on the way, a little girl who'll totally have Sam wrapped around her finger). Tomorrow's the Fourth of July and Mom makes a mean spread while Dad barbecues up a storm.

This year, Eliot invited some of his work buddies, Parker the thief and Hardison the hacker, who lend him a hand whenever a hunt gets too rowdy. They've helped Dean a time or two, as well, and they're good folk.

Mom'll love Parker and try to shove food down Hardison's throat. She's been making noise about moving out to California, to be closer to Sam's family.

Dean and Eliot'll fly in tomorrow. Their first flight got cancelled and the next one won't leave until ten in the morning, London time. Which is bullshit, but Eliot wouldn't let him hire a private jet.

Anyway, Eliot drags him back to their room and shoves him down on the bed, commanding, "Stay" while he calls up room-service. Dean sulks all the way through brunch until Eliot sets aside his plate and says, "You know, the day's only half done."

They just helped overthrow another tyrant and put down a dozen nasty spirits in a row. Dean's got a payday of three million dollars hidden away in his bags and Eliot's found the last of Azazel's children, possessing some poor bastard on Wall Street. They'll go after him next week.

Their family is waiting stateside, but this afternoon they have nowhere to be and nothing to do.

So Dean smiles at Eliot and stretches, saying, "Get over here."