Bouncing Around
A Supernatural/Psych Crossover Crack-Fic
Part Eleven- Pet Project
Shawn grit his teeth. In any other situation he would be kicking his heels and making a general nuisance of himself. But not now. Lucifer, spoiled narcissistic brat that he was, was out and about. Demons were, too.
Somehow he just knew it was Michael's fault. The kid was a little too much like him.
Still, it was way too soon for any apocalypse and that meant he'd have to take action. Take charge. Exercise responsibility. But he truly didn't want to.
"Gus?" Shawn asked with a slight whine. "If Satan was free, do you think he'd spare the pineapples?"
Gus looked up from his newspaper, confusion evident. "I think he couldn't care less about pineapples, Shawn. He is evil."
Shawn nodded. If Lucifer did ever find out his weakness... well... he had to protect the delicious flavor didn't he? It was a good thing he was a detective this time around. Shawn minimized his game and opened up firefox, quickly navigating to a specialized search engine. Bad Omens. Current. Cattle Mutilation?
"Luci, what are you up to?" Shawn mumbled as the information flashed onto the screen. He reached up, allowing a pencil to fall out of the ceiling into his hand, and grabbed a notepad.
End.
!!OMAKE!!
Sam and Dean were in California, in part because of a hunt and in part to thank 'God' personally. He had spared Sam after somehow extracting Lucifer without killing him. They had called Castiel, after the shock of him owning a cell phone set in, and got directions to the Lord's current whereabouts. A police station.
Dean wanted to wait till later, but Sam wanted to get to it. He hadn't been properly introduced and was all but fangirling over the prospect of meeting 'God'. Who, as Dean told it, was a little eccentric but not a douche bag. They compromised by sneaking into the building as it was mostly deserted.
"What do you call this?" They paused at the female voice and looked into the cubical room. It looked like two people about to kiss.
"I call it very close talking." Shawn grinned, his lips millimeters from those of a pretty blonde cop.
"Well, do you have anything else to say?"
Dean snorted and moved back behind the wall. Sam looked him, confused. Dean just grinned and whispered, "Now I know where Cas gets it."
END.
A/N- Okay. So this story is set in season five of SPN and season four of Psych. Therefore they are in the same time, current. The omake is out-of-time, so it became an Omake. Or there was some time traveling and alternate universe-ish things going on.