hopelessfangirl (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hopelessfangirl) wrote2007-07-05 02:03 am
hopelessfangirl) wrote2007-07-05 02:03 am
Entry tags:
'Walkmans' - Supernatural/Grey's Anatomy - Dean Winchester/Izzie Stevens (PG)
Peeps! I actually wrote FIC!
Title: Walkmans
Fandom: Supernatural/Grey’s Anatomy
Characters/Pairing: Dean Winchester/Izzie Stevens
Table/Prompt: Monthly Prompt #2: Spooky Gazebo
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Implied cursing. LOL. Very mild.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Grey’s Anatomy. Obviously. They write much better than I do. Or at least Supernatural does for sure. ;)
Author's Notes: Dean and Izzie are old childhood friends, but at this point in their adolescence, the Winchesters have moved away from Izzie’s home town and back again. Dean and Izzie are about 15-/16-years old. Written for ‘Spooky Gazebo’ challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spn_random using this pic:
She walked by that place every day on her way home from school.
Everyone said it was haunted because a kid had broken his neck falling from the tree some years back, and ever since then people have heard strange noises in the surrounding area. Claire told her that she heard the gazebo creaking once when there wasn’t so much as a breeze that day, but Izzie Stevens knew not to take her best friend too seriously as she was usually full of crap.
Izzie didn't dismiss the notion that a ghost may actually haunt the area, but she was stubborn enough to not let it scare her. In fact, some days she liked to sit in the gazebo just to be alone in the shade and tranquility.
Today was one of those days. She sat on the ledge closest to the “haunted” tree, swinging her legs slightly as they hung over the side. Her backpack was on the ground next to her feet, and she had her old busted up Walkman out, listening to a mixed tape she had made for herself. Even though she hated that she was stuck with a cassette tape player when all of her friends had CD players, she was grateful that she could listen to her own customized assortment of songs while her friends were stuck with whatever was on the CD when they bought it. Izzie liked to listen to what she liked to listen to, and she was rarely satisfied with an entire album of songs. Usually she had a favourite or two, but the rest of the songs she couldn’t stand, and so she loved the freedom of a mixed tape.
No sooner was she revelling in her musical bliss when the sound coming through her headphones became warped, and she looked at her Walkman to investigate. She pressed the stop button and opened up the case, her heart sinking at the sight of the small brown tape stretched thinly across the top, about to break at any second. Great. Now what was she going to do? Izzie was just about to throw her tape player in her bag when she heard rustling in the bushes beside the gazebo. She stopped dead and listened closely, not moving a muscle. Oh my God, she thought, her breath becoming ragged, it’s real…
The sound of rustling leaves and breaking twigs intensified and Izzie tried to get her legs to move, but they wouldn’t budge for her. She didn’t know if she should yell for help or try to defend herself. Then a strange noise accompanied the rustling… it sounded almost robotic.
What the hell? Izzie thought to herself. She finally mustered up the courage to grab a binder out of her bag and without thinking any further, she charged towards the noise, swatting the air with the binder.
When she finally hit something hard, it cursed at her in a teenaged male voice and she stood still using her binder to hold the thicket of leaves at bay so she could get a closer look at what (“or, I guess, who…”) she had hit.
“What the ffff--?” said the slightly goofy-looking boy from down on the ground. Izzie recognized him instantly and clearly the feeling was mutual as the boy squinted at her and asked “Izzie Stevens?”
Izzie breathed a sigh of relief as she offered a hand to Dean Winchester, a boy in her homeroom with whom she used to be best friends as a child.
“You’re talking to me now, huh?” Izzie asked, pulling him to his feet.
“Well I figured I’d apologize for hitting my skull off your binder, there,” Dean replied with a glare. “I hope I didn’t hurt it.” He brushed the dirt off his jeans and picked up his own Walkman which had fallen to the ground when Izzie attacked him. Or at least it looked like a Walkman… Izzie noticed that the weird robotic sound she had heard was coming from it, and the thing was glowing in flickering red lights. Dean noticed her eyeing the device and quickly turned off the power, stuffing it into his back pocket.
“What the hell is that thing?” Izzie asked, a puzzled look still on her face.
“Nothing, just my new CD player, its new on the market,” said Dean hurriedly.
“You got a new CD player?” she snorted. As long as Izzie had known Dean he always had the same obsolete technology that she had because neither of their parents made very much money. She immediately regretted the way she said that, however, when Dean stopped making eye contact with her and his gaze wandered to the open field opposite where they stood. “Sorry,” Izzie mumbled, “I didn’t mean…”
“Nah it’s cool, I didn’t think you’d go for that anyway,” Dean said with a shrug, his hand digging back into his pocket to fish out his contraption. He turned the power back on and it started making the strange robotic noise again, complete with the blinking with red lights. “It’s an EMF detector,” he said nonchalantly.
“A what now?” said Izzie, following Dean as he wandered closer to the gazebo, the robotic noise getting louder and louder.
“An EMF detector. I made it out of a Walkman so it would be inconspicuous,” said Dean.
“Okaaaaaay,” replied Izzie slowly, “I still don’t know why you would need an electromagnetic frequency detector to look like a tape player, or even why you would need it in the first place.” She kept looking at him with one raised eyebrow. She wasn’t stupid, and Dean knew that. And if he didn’t before, the fact that she knew that “EMF” stood for electromagnetic frequency surely should have tipped him off.
“Oh, it’s for the science fair,” said Dean casually, but averting her eyes. “Actually, it’s for Sammy’s project, but I’m just giving him a hand. You know Sammy, little genius and all that…”
Izzie wasn’t convinced, but she knew she was never going to get it out of Dean, so she packed up her things and slung her book bag over her back, saying, “Well, I’ll see you in school, I guess.”
“No, wait up, I’ll walk you home,” Dean said, quickly moving from around the tree and jogging to her side. “You’re still living at Jackson Park, right?”
“Uh, yeah,” answered Izzie, “But… you haven’t walked me home since before you guys moved. That was like, elementary school.”
Dean shrugged. “I can make up for lost time, can’t I?”
Izzie squinted at him, but her face slowly melted into a soft smile. “I guess you can.”
With that, Dean and Izzie walked down the path towards her home with their hands in their pockets, chatting away about music. While Izzie was discussing the finer points of Pearl Jam, Dean took a quick, nervous glance back at the gazebo, thinking, I’ll deal with that on the way back.
______________________
Comments/feedback always appreciated!
Title: Walkmans
Fandom: Supernatural/Grey’s Anatomy
Characters/Pairing: Dean Winchester/Izzie Stevens
Table/Prompt: Monthly Prompt #2: Spooky Gazebo
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Implied cursing. LOL. Very mild.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Grey’s Anatomy. Obviously. They write much better than I do. Or at least Supernatural does for sure. ;)
Author's Notes: Dean and Izzie are old childhood friends, but at this point in their adolescence, the Winchesters have moved away from Izzie’s home town and back again. Dean and Izzie are about 15-/16-years old. Written for ‘Spooky Gazebo’ challenge at
spn_random using this pic:She walked by that place every day on her way home from school.
Everyone said it was haunted because a kid had broken his neck falling from the tree some years back, and ever since then people have heard strange noises in the surrounding area. Claire told her that she heard the gazebo creaking once when there wasn’t so much as a breeze that day, but Izzie Stevens knew not to take her best friend too seriously as she was usually full of crap.
Izzie didn't dismiss the notion that a ghost may actually haunt the area, but she was stubborn enough to not let it scare her. In fact, some days she liked to sit in the gazebo just to be alone in the shade and tranquility.
Today was one of those days. She sat on the ledge closest to the “haunted” tree, swinging her legs slightly as they hung over the side. Her backpack was on the ground next to her feet, and she had her old busted up Walkman out, listening to a mixed tape she had made for herself. Even though she hated that she was stuck with a cassette tape player when all of her friends had CD players, she was grateful that she could listen to her own customized assortment of songs while her friends were stuck with whatever was on the CD when they bought it. Izzie liked to listen to what she liked to listen to, and she was rarely satisfied with an entire album of songs. Usually she had a favourite or two, but the rest of the songs she couldn’t stand, and so she loved the freedom of a mixed tape.
No sooner was she revelling in her musical bliss when the sound coming through her headphones became warped, and she looked at her Walkman to investigate. She pressed the stop button and opened up the case, her heart sinking at the sight of the small brown tape stretched thinly across the top, about to break at any second. Great. Now what was she going to do? Izzie was just about to throw her tape player in her bag when she heard rustling in the bushes beside the gazebo. She stopped dead and listened closely, not moving a muscle. Oh my God, she thought, her breath becoming ragged, it’s real…
The sound of rustling leaves and breaking twigs intensified and Izzie tried to get her legs to move, but they wouldn’t budge for her. She didn’t know if she should yell for help or try to defend herself. Then a strange noise accompanied the rustling… it sounded almost robotic.
What the hell? Izzie thought to herself. She finally mustered up the courage to grab a binder out of her bag and without thinking any further, she charged towards the noise, swatting the air with the binder.
When she finally hit something hard, it cursed at her in a teenaged male voice and she stood still using her binder to hold the thicket of leaves at bay so she could get a closer look at what (“or, I guess, who…”) she had hit.
“What the ffff--?” said the slightly goofy-looking boy from down on the ground. Izzie recognized him instantly and clearly the feeling was mutual as the boy squinted at her and asked “Izzie Stevens?”
Izzie breathed a sigh of relief as she offered a hand to Dean Winchester, a boy in her homeroom with whom she used to be best friends as a child.
“You’re talking to me now, huh?” Izzie asked, pulling him to his feet.
“Well I figured I’d apologize for hitting my skull off your binder, there,” Dean replied with a glare. “I hope I didn’t hurt it.” He brushed the dirt off his jeans and picked up his own Walkman which had fallen to the ground when Izzie attacked him. Or at least it looked like a Walkman… Izzie noticed that the weird robotic sound she had heard was coming from it, and the thing was glowing in flickering red lights. Dean noticed her eyeing the device and quickly turned off the power, stuffing it into his back pocket.
“What the hell is that thing?” Izzie asked, a puzzled look still on her face.
“Nothing, just my new CD player, its new on the market,” said Dean hurriedly.
“You got a new CD player?” she snorted. As long as Izzie had known Dean he always had the same obsolete technology that she had because neither of their parents made very much money. She immediately regretted the way she said that, however, when Dean stopped making eye contact with her and his gaze wandered to the open field opposite where they stood. “Sorry,” Izzie mumbled, “I didn’t mean…”
“Nah it’s cool, I didn’t think you’d go for that anyway,” Dean said with a shrug, his hand digging back into his pocket to fish out his contraption. He turned the power back on and it started making the strange robotic noise again, complete with the blinking with red lights. “It’s an EMF detector,” he said nonchalantly.
“A what now?” said Izzie, following Dean as he wandered closer to the gazebo, the robotic noise getting louder and louder.
“An EMF detector. I made it out of a Walkman so it would be inconspicuous,” said Dean.
“Okaaaaaay,” replied Izzie slowly, “I still don’t know why you would need an electromagnetic frequency detector to look like a tape player, or even why you would need it in the first place.” She kept looking at him with one raised eyebrow. She wasn’t stupid, and Dean knew that. And if he didn’t before, the fact that she knew that “EMF” stood for electromagnetic frequency surely should have tipped him off.
“Oh, it’s for the science fair,” said Dean casually, but averting her eyes. “Actually, it’s for Sammy’s project, but I’m just giving him a hand. You know Sammy, little genius and all that…”
Izzie wasn’t convinced, but she knew she was never going to get it out of Dean, so she packed up her things and slung her book bag over her back, saying, “Well, I’ll see you in school, I guess.”
“No, wait up, I’ll walk you home,” Dean said, quickly moving from around the tree and jogging to her side. “You’re still living at Jackson Park, right?”
“Uh, yeah,” answered Izzie, “But… you haven’t walked me home since before you guys moved. That was like, elementary school.”
Dean shrugged. “I can make up for lost time, can’t I?”
Izzie squinted at him, but her face slowly melted into a soft smile. “I guess you can.”
With that, Dean and Izzie walked down the path towards her home with their hands in their pockets, chatting away about music. While Izzie was discussing the finer points of Pearl Jam, Dean took a quick, nervous glance back at the gazebo, thinking, I’ll deal with that on the way back.
______________________
Comments/feedback always appreciated!