Title: ships in the night
Fandom: White Collar/Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: maybe some implied Dean/Neal
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 175
Point of view: third
Prompt: Neal/Dean, never try to con a conman
Not many people have the strength of will or character to lie to Peter's face, and keep on lying after he catches on, eyes shining with the smirk he doesn't let twist his lips, but this guy, damn, he's good.
And maybe if Peter hadn't seen the grin he'd shared with Neal when he sauntered into the gallery, he'd have been fooled. Not for long, but he's honest enough with himself to admit that, yeah, this guy might have gotten past him.
Neal knows he's watching, and he's pretty sure Johnny Jones, out of the Houston office, knows, too, as they chat about what seems innocent, on the surface, but the surface means nothing with Neal, because even the shallows are rife with half-truths, bald-faced lies, and things that might be true, if bent, shaken, and stirred.
And the next morning, as Neal swears he knew nothing about any jobs in the works, everything was hypothetical, trust me, and, anyway, it was an ugly vase with a curse, Peter, Peter just rolls his eyes.