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"Got Your Number (1/?)" (PSYCH/SPN, PG13)

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Mar. 23rd, 2007 | 03:41 pm
location: Tracy, CA
mood: cheerfulcheerful
music: Again - Alice in Chains

Title: Got Your Number
Author: Britani Gael
Fandom: Psych/Supernatural
Rating: PG13
Words: 2992
Summary: Crossover; while investigating a series of strange deaths, the Winchester brothers head to Santa Barbara, where they seek help from a local psychic, Shawn Spencer.
Author’s Notes: Beta'd by jaxjacoby, written for psychoutnabout. This is a runaway plot bunny that was only supposed to be a one-shot, so I don't know how long it's going to be or where it's going. I do know that it's a hell of a lot of fun to write.




Shawn doesn’t think of the word zombie until much much later. This is perfectly natural, he thinks, because honestly, who thinks about zombies on a day to day basis? Even spending an entire day at the sight of a freaky multiple muurder isn’t enough to get his mind working on the topic of the undead. No, at the time, the word he’s thinking is burrito.

As in, he could really go for some burritos right about now.

Shawn coughs theatrically and glances around the white-walled room, noting that he’s been left alone with a corpse and that probably hasn’t happened on purpose. The voice he hears drifting in from the next room confirms his suspicions: “Just where the hell is Spencer?”

He kind of wishes Gus hasn’t gone off somewhere to throw up, but he really can’t blame him. Even if that was more than an hour ago.

Making mental notes of this room isn’t going to be hard.

It’s exactly square and it has featureless walls, no furniture, and the floor is stark white linoleum. The body at Shawn’s feet is one of five in the house, all about the same, except the others are the wife and nearly grown children of Jim Rodriguez. They aren’t grisly or gross. What they are is really freaking weird, and he needs to talk about this out loud, and this is why he needs Gus.

But on with the checklist.

This guy – his name is Jim Rodriguez – he’s average height, average build, light brown hair, dressed head to toe in business casual. Normal enough. But though he’s clearly dead there isn’t a mark on him; his hands are curled into fists and his arms are crossed, and he has a huge smile across his face.

No, not a smile. This is clearly a smirk.

And that’s what’s weird. The unholy smile is scary.

“Spencer!”

Yeah, he’d totally been left here on accident. Shawn sticks his hands in his pockets and spins around, making sure to paste a goofy grin on his face.

Lassiter’s entered the room alone – Jules is still in the study, probably taking notes. His look says that he is Definitely Not Amused, but just because Shawn can see everything doesn’t mean he can’t ignore the bits he doesn’t like. He puts a hand to his temple. “I sense you’ve been looking for me,” he says.

Lassiter acts like he hasn’t said anything. “Why are you still here?”

“Um,” Shawn says, dropping his hand. “This is my job, isn’t it? Am I in the wrong place?” Did I hallucinate the last year of my life?”

Lassiter sighs heavily. “I don’t have the time for this.”

“Oh my God! If this isn’t my real job, then where is my Oscar Meyer wiener—“

“Spencer, you are over your head. Go home.”

Shawn blinks; Lassiter definitely isn’t kidding. Okay, so maybe this is a bit more… serious than the crimes he likes to solve, but that doesn’t mean he can’t handle this one, too. “Haven’t we done this dance before?”

“This is a different kind of crime, Spencer,” Lassiter says, stepping next to Jim Rodriguez and staring down at him with a frown. “There’s a real sick bastard responsible for this one.”

Shawn wants to point out that he knows his own last name and save Lassy the trouble of tacking it onto every other sentence, but he knows why the man’s frustrated. He’d overheard one of the forensic guys say something about poison and he doesn’t need to be a cop himself to know that this doesn’t go near enough to explain things.

So Shawn decides to rub it in. “You can tell your buddies at the lab that this isn’t poison.”

“Really.” Lassiter’s tone is so sarcastic Shawn can almost but not quite miss the hints of curiosity in his face – the slightly raised eyebrows, the pursed mouth. “Okay,” he says. “Just how did you divine that?”

“Easy.” Shawn points at the body. “The only way poison could cause that expression is if Jack Nicholson is somehow responsible.”

Lassiter looks at him.

“What, you never saw Batman?”

Lassiter points at the door. “Out.”

“Fine, fine.” Shawn casts another quick glance around the room – and he has no idea why, because seeing it once means it’s in his head for good, and he can look at it again any time he feels like it. Which is probably going to be never. This crime scene is wrong on a lot of levels, but that’s why he’s looking.

He still can’t figure it out.

“Spencer!”

“Going!” He squeezes his eyes shut because it seems like that’s the only way he’s going to be able to pull himself away – he needs to find Gus, and they need to talk. No way the guy’s still feeling queasy. He starts for the door. “If I feel anything, I’ll know who to call.”

“Spencer!”

Shawn turns around. “Lassy, I know what my—” He breaks off with a strangled noise, and then, “Oh.” Lassiter’s shouting something and Shawn can’t make it out. “Oh.”

Jim Rodriguez blinks up at him.

Oh.

It’s like a movie. Jim Rodriguez is staring at him with cloudy eyes, he’s struggling to get to his feet, and Shawn’s just watching him with a kind of distant fascination. He’s still staring, fixed on Shawn for some reason he’ll never tell. His skin is gray and his joints are obviously locking up but Jim Rodriguez just keeps on trucking, finding his shaky balance as he takes a tiny step forward.

And another and another.

Shawn’s surprised when his back hits the wall.

“Spencer, get down!

Shawn ducks and shuts his eyes, and then it’s all explosions and gunpowder smoke.




“Dude, look at this.”

Dean’s much more interested in the greasy eggs and bacon masquerading as breakfast this morning, but he glances across the counter at the laptop screen anyway. “What am I looking at?”

“The news.”

“Is this about the missing kids in Fresno?”

Sam shakes his head and takes a swing of orange juice. “No, that turned out to be nothing.”

Dean rolls his eyes at that – their last job was a haunting in Lake Tahoe, so it’s not exactly like California was out of their way, but it’s still lost time they could have spent driving to someplace with some work. “So, what am I looking at, then?”

“Just read it, Dean.”

Dean makes a point to not wipe the grease off his hands before he slides the computer towards him, leaving ugly fingerprints on the screen as he tilts it forward. “Suit yourself, man,” he says, cutting off Sam’s sputtering protests, and he starts reading.

It’s not very interesting.

“So some cop shoots some guy,” he says after a minute, going back to his eggs. “Hate to say it, Sammy, but violence ain’t exactly a hallmark of the supernatural.”

Sam snatches his laptop back, and while Dean’s pretty sure he’s not an idiot that’s not what his brother’s face is telling him right now. “Did you even read it?”

“Sure. Santa Barbara, right? Some realtor killed his whole family and attacked the cops.” Dean waves for the check, which he’s not entirely sure he can cover, not if the Vince Morrison flavor of Amex doesn’t pull through for them. “Sounds real awful but not our kind of problem.”

“The guy was already dead, Dean,” Sam says, talking real slow and patient-like.

“Where’d it say that?”

Sam scrolls down the webpage. “It doesn’t. This is the news. But look here.” Dean reaches out with his greasy fingers, and Sam changes his mind. “You know what? Nevermind,” Sam says, holding the computer out of his reach. “Just listen.”

Dean waits for twenty solid seconds. “Well?”

“Just making sure you were listening,” Sam says, and then he starts reading. “What struck authorities as especially strange was the fact that Rodriguez had been proclaimed dead at the scene hours before the attack. Detective Lassiter—

“Who’s that?”

“The officer who shot Rodriguez.”

“And Rodriguez is the zombie.”

“I knew you didn’t read it.”

Dean shrugs.

The girl with the check comes, so they hush up with the zombie talk long enough to hand her the card. Dean’s considering just sliding away while the girl’s ringing it up – he’s really sure that card’s not going to work, and he doesn’t have another one with the same name on it – but Sam’s fiddling around with the keyboard again. “There’s something else.”

“What?” Dean asks.

“Before the cop shot him, Rodriguez was apparently attacking a psychic.”

“Huh.” That isn’t really surprising. Like he’s warned Sam time and time again, ghosts and other nasties tend to be attracted to anyone with those special connections – hell, even knowing about the supernatural seems to be enough to guarantee it mucking up your life. “You got a name?”

“Yeah.” Sam pulls up another window. “Shawn Spencer. I guess he’s kind of well known around there.”

“He legit?”

“No idea, but he works with the police. We’ll have to be careful if we talk to him.”

Because if he is the real thing, he’ll know what they are already – but if he isn’t, he can turn them into the cops faster than their head can spin, and that’ll be bad all around.

“Thanks for joining us this morning,” the waitress beams at them, returning the credit card and holding out a pen. “I hope everything was alright.”

“It was great,” Dean grins, not sure he’ll ever get the taste of oil out of the back of his throat. He takes the pen and scrawls in a generous tip. “So,” he says, glancing at Sam. “How far is it to Santa Barbara?”




Normally, Shawn loves being on the television – he’s got his every planned appearance saved on his Tivo – but this time not only has he refused to talk to any reporters, he’s refused to talk about it period. Gus isn’t sure if he’s more upset about almost getting killed or owing his life to Lassiter. Knowing Shawn, it’s probably both.

Whatever it is, it’s made Shawn act weird for days, and Gus has no idea what he’s supposed to do about it.

“So,” he says, standing in Shawn’s office and trying to remember that they’re running a business here, however shoddy their practices might be. “We aren’t taking the new case? The one with the record store robberies?”

Shawn puts his feet up on his desk and gives Gus a pointed look. “Oh, I don’t know. Does that sound even remotely interesting?”

“Not really, but—”

“Then no.” Shawn is staring up at the ceiling and obviously not really listening. “They don’t need our help for this one.”

“Okay,” Gus says, reaching for cell. “I’ll call the chief and say that sorry, we think some crime is just too boring for us. Please feel free to call again.” That’s not really what he’s going to do. As soon as he walks out of here he’s going to call Juliet and tell her that Shawn’s obviously traumatized and maybe ask for some advice.

Shawn’s never refused to solve a case, even if he bemoaned some of their criminal lameness the second he stepped out of the police station. More worrying was the fact that he’s barely done anything for four straight days, and Gus has never seen him sit still for that long.

Well, maybe that one time in fifth grade – but he’d had chicken pox and Henry had forbid him to leave the house.

“Shawn,” Gus says, because he still hasn’t gotten a response. “Is there anything you want to talk about?”

“Not at all.”

“Shawn.”

“What?”

Gus counts to ten in his head, and then, “If you’re not planning on doing any actual work, then why are you here?”

“The phone at my house keeps ringing. And I like it here. You know, we’ve really done a lot of good with this place.” He gestures around the office. “These windows, the paint! It’s—”

“Your dad’s started calling me,” Gus says, interrupting what was sure to be a distracting string of irrelevance. “He says you’ve been avoiding him since Saturday.”

Shawn shrugs.

“You were on the news! He’s worried!”

“Dude, my dad doesn’t—would you say I’m a stalkable person?”

It takes Gus a second to track this sudden change of subject, and he blinks.

“Tall, nice hair.” Shawn nods towards the window, and like an idiot Gus turns around to look. Sure enough, there’s a very tall guy out there with incredibly nice hair, and maybe he’s twenty-four. He looks like a college student, and not really all that interested in Psych.

“He’s eating a hot dog,” Gus points out.

“He’s been here twice already,” Shawn counters. “The second time I thought he was lost, but now? I think I have an admirer.”

The problem with Shawn is that he’s almost always right, so often that you can argue with him and he won’t care. He knows the odds are in his favor. Gus doesn’t even bother with anything but the most half-hearted protests unless it’s a question of judgment, a leave-the-bungee-jumping-to-the-professionals issue he can’t trust his friend to work out the hard way.

And now, straight to pattern, as soon as he opens his mouth to disagree with the whole stalker theory, the very tall man gives them both a furtive glance through the window. He catches them both staring at him—

“Gus, don’t look!”

—and before either of them can try and look nonchalant, he’s walking.

“Come on, man,” Shawn says, jumping to his feet and heading for the door. “We don’t want to lose him.”

And straight to pattern, again, Gus is out the door right behind him. “We don’t? Why not?” Long Legs is pretty good at faking casual, because he looks completely calm and ordinary as he’s striding away so fast they have to half-jog to even start to catch up.

“Because he looks friendly,” Shawn says, and then he cups his hands around his mouth. Gus suddenly realizes that this is a judgment issue but a fraction of a second too late – Shawn’s already calling, “Hey! You! Guy! Slow up! I mean down! I mean—which is it, Gus? Slow up or slow down?”

“He’s coming back.”

Long Legs must know he’s the one getting yelled at, but he hesitates for a second or two before he turns around, and he doesn’t look all that thrilled about it. Gus doesn’t know why. Once he gets a little closer he’s even taller than he looks and it’s obvious he could fold both of them in half, twist their heads around and string up their teeth to decorate his Christmas tree – with his bare hands, without even trying – but he looks only a shade short of nervous when he approaches them.

“Wow,” Shawn says. “He is completely faking that.”

Gus is about to ask him what he means, but then Long Legs is in earshot.

“Excuse me,” Shawn says. “I couldn’t help but notice—”

“Yeah,” Long Legs says sheepishly. “Sorry about that. I was kind of caught by surprise, and—”

This is everything a psychic needs to hear.

Stop,” Shawn intones, touching both his temples. He jerks around sharply to the right, and to the left, and his eyes are rolling around behind his eyelids and before anyone can interrupt his pseudo-seizure he says, “I sense… that you are about to lie to me.”

Gus sucks in a breath.

“You’re right,” Long Legs says, his eyes slightly narrowed. “How did you know?”

Gus lets his breath out.

Long Legs scratches the back of his head and looks around. “Do you… know anything else?”

Shawn might. Probably not, even though he’s looking at Long Legs significantly. That means he’s got a hunch he’s soon to work into a theory, but for now he nods and nods again. “I think,” he says, “that you should tell me why it is you’re really here.”

Long Legs looks around again – looking for someone, probably, though Shawn would know for sure. “My name is Sam,” he says finally. “I need to talk to you about something that might have happened to you a couple of days ago.”

“Of course,” Shawn says, and you’d have to be his best friend to notice the hint of distress on his face. “We should go somewhere private to discuss it.” He sounds so very businesslike.

Long Legs—Sam looks around again, and reaches into his jacket. “Sure, but I gotta—”

Shawn nods sympathetically. “Just tell him you’ll be a few minutes. This won’t take long.”

Sam’s pulled something halfway out of his jacket pocket, and the something is a pretty nice cell phone. He pauses at the comment, and says, “You knew I was going to make a call?”

“I certainly did,” Shawn said. Not a lie, though he’d been guessing on the pronoun for sure.

“Where do you want to talk?”

“Back at my office.”

Sam nods.

They start walking and Gus starts following, when Shawn cuts him off with an almost imperceptible shake of his head. He feels a sinking feeling in his chest when Shawn tells the new guy, “I’ll catch up with you!” and lets himself fall behind.

“Shawn, what are you doing?” Gus asks.

“I’ll explain later,” he says, and then he leans in and whispers. “He’s driving a black hotrod, old. Might be an Impala. I don’t know where he left it, so take a walk around the block and get the plates.”

Gus doesn’t ask how Shawn knows that; he just takes it as a fact and starts walking with a sour look on his face. He knows he’ll find the car and he knows it’s going to be important somehow, and he knows that as soon as he’s done he’s going to get lunch.

And it doesn’t bother him, getting left out of this again. Not in the least.




To part two...

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blankversesfic

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from: blankversesfic
date: Mar. 23rd, 2007 11:41 pm (UTC)
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Oh man, I think I want to have your fic's babies. I love both of these shows so hard and I love them together and I'm so excited for the next chapter.

*heaps adulation and sings praises*

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PARTY TIME 就是 NOW

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from: rocknload
date: Mar. 24th, 2007 06:19 pm (UTC)
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Yeah, I'm completely in love with both shows -- and once I got the idea to cross them over, I couldn't let it go. ^^ Thank you!

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PARTY TIME 就是 NOW

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from: rocknload
date: Mar. 24th, 2007 06:21 pm (UTC)
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Thank you! I'll get it done as quick as I can!

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Meli Parker

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from: meli_64
date: Mar. 24th, 2007 02:28 am (UTC)
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I...Love...You! Psych + Supernatural! Awesome! All kinds of awesome. I was totally going to write a Psych/SPN crossover after the last episode of Psych but you got to it first! :D

Anyways, I totally Love it! I can't wait for the next part! :D

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got your number

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 24th, 2007 03:31 am (UTC)
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I get the joke. James Roday's real last name is Rodreguez.

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from: lastscorpion
date: Mar. 24th, 2007 07:48 am (UTC)
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This is terrific! I love the way you did all the voices, and the tone of both shows in their respective sections.

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from: rocknload
date: Mar. 24th, 2007 06:30 pm (UTC)
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Thanks!

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WPAdmirer

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from: wpadmirer
date: Mar. 24th, 2007 05:13 pm (UTC)
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MORE! MORE! I love PSYCH, and the idea of combining it with SUPERNATURAL just makes me all happy.

WP

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from: rocknload
date: Mar. 24th, 2007 06:31 pm (UTC)
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Thank you! I'll get it posted just as soon as I can!

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every saint has a past, every sinner has a future

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from: katma
date: Mar. 24th, 2007 07:05 pm (UTC)
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This is great! I love your Shawn and Gus--both their voices are absolutely true to the show--and I can't wait to see how they interact with Sam and Dean while working on this case. Your Sam and Dean are great, too...I loved Dean smearing grease all over Sam's computer. Such a Dean thing to do :). And yay for zombies! I can't wait to read more!

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from: rocknload
date: Mar. 25th, 2007 05:50 am (UTC)
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Zombies are something I love, so when I was thinking of a monster to use for this fic, I didn't have to look far. ^^;; Thanks for you comment!

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The "If" Girl

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from: starpixie16
date: Mar. 25th, 2007 01:04 am (UTC)
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I'm often obsessed with the concept of "Supernatural" and "Psych" crossing over, so this fic is like a dream come true! :D

I can't wait to see how the brothers will interact with Shawn and Gus. I'll be anxiously awaiting the next chapter!

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PARTY TIME 就是 NOW

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from: rocknload
date: Mar. 25th, 2007 05:52 am (UTC)
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Supernatural and Psych sure are wonderful shows, aren't they? ^^ Thanks for your comment!

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Tiger Lily

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from: tigerlily0
date: Mar. 25th, 2007 04:50 am (UTC)
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Very interesting idea for a crossover. Looks go so far. Can't wait to see where this goes.

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from: rocknload
date: Mar. 25th, 2007 05:53 am (UTC)
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Eheh, thank you!

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deepfishy

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from: deepfishy
date: Mar. 25th, 2007 01:34 pm (UTC)
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Squee! As soon as I watched an episode of Psych, I wanted to read Psych/SPN crossovers - and this one is awesome! Great character voices, especially with Shawn. Looking forward to the next part :)

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PARTY TIME 就是 NOW

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from: rocknload
date: Mar. 25th, 2007 06:33 pm (UTC)
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Heh, I got into the shows the other way around -- first Psych, and then Supernatural. And I love them both so much, so I thought, Why not? ^^ Thanks for you comment!

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monika5

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from: monika5
date: Mar. 26th, 2007 12:45 am (UTC)
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That was great! I loved it! I've been waiting for a Psych/Supernatural crossover and it's even better with no shawn/lassiter. I can't wait for part two!

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from: rocknload
date: Mar. 26th, 2007 01:12 am (UTC)
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Heh, I'm a big fan of gen fic, so that's what I tend to write. Glad you enjoyed it, even without the pairing!

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neviditelny

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from: neviditelny
date: Mar. 26th, 2007 04:05 pm (UTC)
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*claps hands in glee* Totally awesome start! Keep it coming!

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from: rocknload
date: Mar. 26th, 2007 04:45 pm (UTC)
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Thanks~!

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from: anonymous
date: Mar. 27th, 2007 05:19 pm (UTC)
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I am so glad you wrote this! I love your Shawn, especially when he's calling Sam on all his lying bullcrap (because that's totally what would happen if they met, and what doesn't happen enough on SPN).

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from: rocknload
date: Mar. 27th, 2007 07:48 pm (UTC)
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Yeah, they establish in Psych that you have to be a pretty damn good liar to get past Shawn -- I think only one person ever manages it -- and Sam definitely is not that good. ^^;; Glad you enoyed the chapter!

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Mo

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from: luke2
date: Mar. 28th, 2007 10:08 pm (UTC)
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I love this! Mixing Psych with Supernatural is a fantastic idea and I can't wait to read more.

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dtkokoro

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from: dtkokoro
date: Apr. 1st, 2007 07:19 pm (UTC)
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eeepers! SUPERNATURAL~! AND PSYCH! that is amazing! <3<3<3 I can't wait for chapter 2~1

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Yawnk

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from: savannahjan
date: Dec. 21st, 2007 06:48 pm (UTC)
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I'll probably post this on the other parts too, but seriously, I am just so impressed at how you write Shawn. If they need to hire any scabs because of the strike, they definitely need to call you!

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