Bouncing Around

A Supernatural/Psych Crossover Crack-Fic

A/N- Okay, so I'm pretty sure I saw Sage, AKA McNabb, on the latest episode preview as an angel fighting Castiel. If so, can we say SQUEEEEEEE!!!!

Part Twenty Five- Dialing Collect

Bobby was sitting down, as he had grudgingly been doing frequently, and coming through old tomes on angel lore and the apocalypse when a phone started going off. He took off his hat, ran his hand through his hair, replaced his hat, and wheeled himself over to his 'Wall O' Phones'. Since none of the more dangerously labeled ones (FBI, CIA, IRS, NPS, CPS...) were ringing he continued rolling to the new wireless by the fridge.

"Singer." He called, thinking it was either a telemarketer or a hunter reporting in.

"Hey! Dude!" Bobby didn't recognize the voice, and it was far, far too cheerful to be a hunter. He could faintly hear waves in the background, and a car going by. His grip on the phone tightened.

"Who the Hell is this?!" He was two seconds from hanging up.

"God!"

Confusion and anger at the caller filled him, and he opened his mouth to give the idiot a piece of his mind when the bastard cut him off.

"You're totally healed!" The hunter jumped, ready to rant into the phone from anger at being mocked, when he froze as his mind caught up with what his body was doing. He was standing. Hesitantly, he took a step forward and marveled as every ache he ever had was suddenly gone. Quickly he lifted the phone back to his ear but was only greeted by the dial tone.

He punched Star Sixty Nine, held his breath as the numbers backtracked, and couldn't help but smile faintly as a recorded voice came through the speaker. "We're sorry. The number you have dialed is out of service..."

Waves. Traffic. A beach? I've worked with less before. He walked back to his research room and pulled out his maps.

Near the southern California coast, Shawn Spencer hung up the pay-phone he was using and turned to find a pair of confused children looking at him. They were eating ice cream, which made Shawn remember the cone that was dripping all over his hand. He quickly licked up the pineapple and strawberry mix.

"That phone is out-of-order." The girl stated matter-of-factually as she sucked on her fudge-sickle.

"Maybe." Shawn answered mischievously. "Or maybe it only works if you know the secret-special-super-spy-code to activate it."

He winked at the two kids and headed back down the beach where he and Jesse had spent the day building a replica of the Bastille out of sand. He pulled out his cell and hit speed dial one. "Hey Gus! I got our next case..."

---OMAKE FILES----

The shit had hit the fan. More than that. The shit had broken the blades and sent crappy debris flying as it reached LEO and came back down burning royal badness and destruction. Dean slammed his palm against a wall in frustration. He needed to focus on finding a solution and not on the half-gutted Jo bleeding to death on the floor.

And it wasn't like he could pick up the phone and call for an ambulance, even if the phones were working, not with the dozen or so Hellhounds surrounding the place. He couldn't be sure just how many of them were actually out there, they all looked the same and he COULD see them since his time in Hell, though they were invisible to everyone else.

At least he managed to take out one of the bastards.

Fucking Hellhounds.

Dean turned and headed over to the radio section. He couldn't think of a way out, but maybe Bobby could. Bobby was brilliant. The eldest Winchester started tearing through radios and piecing them back together mechanically, mentally cursing everything under the sun and doing his best to block out whimpers and false whispered reassurances. He was almost finished with the radio when distinctive automatic weapons fire rang out accompanied by a garbled shout.

"Gorram motherfuckers!" Mixed in with the reports of gunfire and male shouting was actual whimpering. Sam and Dean rushed to the window and Dean heard his brother mumble 'is it Mandarin?' while he watched in amazement as one of the Hellhounds ignited.

It didn't light up from the inside like the Colt would cause.

It went up like a bonfire of whines and turned to ash.

Then they saw him. Grinning like a kid in a candy store with a large gun that looked only vaguely familiar the man jumped onto the roof of an abandoned car and fired at the now frantic Hellhounds.

And he laughed, pausing only to pull the pin on what the Hunters could only assume to be a grenade and tossing it with pleasure to the side where it exploded in a flash of light and shrapnel that only left vaguely animal-shaped shadows on the wall.

"Boys!" Ellen shouted in question as she tightened her grip on both daughter and shotgun.

"I'm not sure..." Dean felt hope flutter in his chest, or maybe it was his heart failing, as he took his pistol from his waistband. The man fired a couple more rounds at the few retreating Hellhounds before grinning and hopping off the vehicle. He looked around, noted the hardware store, and ambled over with his big-ass gun resting on his shoulder.

He stopped and waited for Sam to undo the chains while Dean kept his colt at the ready. "So..." The man noticed Dean with approval. Jayne liked a man that didn't let his guard down. Harder to kill, but at least you knew where you stood with them. "You the Winchesters? You better be, because if I don't like rescuing folk without compensation."

END.

A/N- I find it hilarious that Bobby would have a phone for child protective services. You don't think John was the ONLY hunter to drag his kids with him, did you?