Fic snippet

[crantz]

So, me and Snacky are working on a Supernatural/CSI crossover for our cliche bingo. It involves murderers, ghost murderers, and very angry flamingos.

We were screwing around in chat for ideas and we decided to see if we'd address the case of Doc Robbins' missing legs. She said something. I said something. And then at two am I converted it all into a scenelet for the fic, which is getting long. (GOOD)

Me and Snax are gonna need a heavy duty beta for when this sucker is ready. I haven't written fic in three years, myself and don't trust my own opinion anymore.

THE SCENE:

Dean sighed. He was getting bored. Sara and the new guy, Robbins? Doc? Had been going over a folder for nearly twenty minutes now, leaving the brothers with just an admonishment not to touch anything pointy. He'd noticed the man had entered with some serious walking support, and decided to take a closer look at how Robbins moved.

"Sammy, check it out. What do you think happened to him?"

"I don't know, and we're not going to ask."

"Come on. Just guess. Give us something to do."

"I don't know. Car accident? Oh! Demon attack," said Sam sarcastically. "Is that what you're hoping? Bit late for us to do anything."

"I want to do something besides stand around in here, man. This room is creepy."

Robbins straightened up. "Demon shark."

Behind him, Sara added: "We can hear you, you know."

"There ain't no such thing as demon sharks. Right, Sammy?"

"I've... certainly never heard of one. Are you making fun of us?"

"No, really. I was mowing my lawn and up came this gigantic demonic shark. Bit my legs clean off." The coroner shrugged. "Darndest thing."

"Yeah, what happened next?" Said Dean in his 'we're going to be surly at you for hours if you're mocking us' voice.

"Oh, my wife dealt with it. Turns out she was an ex-hunter. It's why I believed your story."

"Bullshit! I'm not buying the demon shark," said Dean.

Sara blinked. "But you're buying hunter?"

Intervening for his older brother, Sam said: "We didn't say we were hunters and if he knew the term... We're giving him the benefit of the doubt. Right, Dean?"

"I'm still stuck on demon shark."

"Oh, she had some fancy magic term for it. I just use what I saw. It's like me trying to explain the intricacies of my job to her."

"I really wanna meet your wife, man," said Dean.