Dave/Jade/John/Rose: AU where they're all different types of supernatural creatures but somehow still get along great
"John," Dave said primly, unconsciously channeling his Rose impression, "Why didn't you tell me that you're a shape shifter?" His red eyes flashed, reminding John uncomfortably of lightning, and when his feathers ruffled with ire the rumble of thunder was the noise they produced.
"Er," John mumbled, ears unconsciously turning into that of a dog, "It wasn't important?" He offered, canine ears flattened in his discomfort. A noise more like a whine escaped his throat, and John flushed to hear it. Shaking his head to clear the unwilling transformation, John stood straight and refused to slip into the form of any other animal. "Well, Mr. High-and-mighty, why didn't you tell me that you are a Thunderbird?" He accused, poking viciously at Dave's wings.
Dave ruffled his feathers on purpose this time, and the crack of thunder that followed echoed through the room. "Thought it was pretty obvious, you dork." The rumbling caught the attention of Rose and Jade, and brought them into the living room. "Oh great, Rose is back."
"She is, and she would prefer you not talk about her in that tone of voice, David Strider." Rose said, calm as you please, as she glided into the room. Rose of course, was a banshee. "I'll have you know that the queen of England should be dying soon. I've gone and given her the proper warning, as is demanded of my kind."
"That why Jade went too?" Dave asked, finally a little interested.
"She's not a banshee, since you seem to have forgotten. But yes, there were quite a few of us there. A person of that much importance deserves a congregation of banshees. Of course the police had us disbanded after much thought. But no, Jade went with me because the witches conference was in London this year."
"Yeah, Dave!" Jade said brightly, smoothing out her long skirt before settling herself comfortable in Dave's lap. This of course brought out a snicker from John, who promptly squirmed his way under Dave's arm and snuggled into the feathers (he ended up with hair that stood up with the static electricity that the motions of snuggling with Thunderbird feathers had generated).
"Save room for me, you miscreants!" Rose cried, voice just sharp enough to be uncomfortable on the eardrums. She then jumped into Jade's lap, eliciting a grunt of minor discomfort from Dave, and rested her sock-clad feet on John's head. "There, now we're all together. Who's up for a Supernatural marathon?"
"Oh, me!" her companions cheered, with the exception of Dave, who groaned. They'd watched the last three seasons in the past two days. Why was life so cruel?