took a break from my crochet project tonight to write a silly little thing inspired by a convo with @monsterrae1 @strawlessandbraless and @theeternalghost. if I had more time i'd flesh it out but right now all you get is... this. in all its unedited and underdeveloped glory.
Dean meets buddietommy on a case | 1,045 words
Dean knocks on the door of the modest LA home. The police sergeant, Athena Grant, gave him the address after he interviewed her.
He knows the house is inhabited by one of the firefighters who was at the scene, but he's completely taken aback by the man who opens the door. At six feet tall, Dean isn't a small man, but he feels dwarfed in comparison to the burly blonde in front of him. The man is only a couple inches taller than him, but he is built; toned muscles bulge from his chest and arms, and his legs are thick as tree trunks. And he has a jawline as chiseled as one of Michelangelo's statues. Subconsciously, Dean gulps.
Then he remembers why he's here. Clumsily, he reaches for his badge and holds it up in front of him. "Um, Agent Page, FBI. You must be Evan Buckley. Mind if I ask you a few questions?"
The man smiles widely, his eyes crinkling in the corner. "Oh, I'm not Evan. That's my partner. I'm Tommy. Kinard." He holds out his hand, which Dean shakes after storing his fake FBI badge back in his sport coat pocket. "But come in. I'll get Evan."
Dean steps in, taking in the very well lived-in home. The entry leads right into the living room, where a teenage boy sits on the couch playing Mario Kart.
From a room that must be the kitchen, another man appears, somehow just as large as the first one. Holy hell. What is it about LA that makes their firefighters so… well-built and handsome?
"Hi, Agent Page, I'm Evan Buckley. Sorry about the mix-up. So 'Thena sent you?"
"Yeah, that's right." Dean says. He has to speak slowly and take deep breaths to keep himself from staring too brazenly; however, he can't help but notice the blotchy red birthmark in the corner of the firefighter's eye. It suits him, though. He takes a breath in through his nose. "Is there somewhere we can sit?"
Evan jumps. "Oh yes, of course. Uh, the dining room is fine. Don't think you want to talk over the noise of the video games."
Dean chuckles. "Is that… your son?"
"Chris? I mean, yeah, he might as well be. He's Eddie's kid, but, yeah. I haven't adopted him or anything, and he doesn't call me dad 'cause it'd be weird at this point, but I love him like he's my own."
Warmth blooms in Dean's chest as he listens to Evan Buckley speak. He understands the feeling, as he feels the same way about Jack.
"In fact, do you want me to get Eddie? He was there, too. We usually work the same shifts. He's just in the garage if you want me to—"
"Oh, that won't be necessary, Mr. Buckley."
"Please, call me Buck."
"Well, Buck, I'd rather interview Eddie separately, if you don't mind. It helps me get a fuller picture of the situation, to hear different perspectives."
Buck nods, understanding.
The interview begins, and Dean attempts to ascertain details of the odd call the firefighters of the 118 responded to the day prior. There was certainly supernatural activity, but Buck's answers are insufficient in determining the exact monster. There were no smells of sulfur, no cold spots ("We're in LA in the summer, what do you mean cold spots?"), and no calls outside the usual, aside from the one.
Apparently, they've responded to weirder: once, a bus impaled the third story of a city building.
After talking to Buck for about ten minutes, Tommy walks back in with two glasses of water. "Thought you could use a drink," he says, "and I didn't think beer was acceptable since you're on the job." He nods at Dean, who laughs in assent, then turns to Buck and kisses him right on the birth mark. "Let me know if you need anything else, sweetheart."
Buck's eyes turn soft and he smiles as he watches Tommy walk back into the kitchen.
Dean has to swallow to prevent his jaw from dropping. Meeting gay couples on cases isn't anything new, but seeing two very masculine men together… surprises him. Makes him feel…. something.
A few minutes after that, an unfamiliar voice calls into the living room. "Chris, I told you thirty minutes ago to get off that video game!"
That must be Eddie.
He peers into the dining room, wiping grease off his moustached face, and says, "Babe, why didn't you— oh. Hello?" he asks as he notices Dean.
"Eddie, this is Agent Page. He's here about yesterday. Sorry, love, I completely forgot to have Chris turn off the game."
Dean is trying to listen, but he barely registers their conversation. He just keeps looking back and forth between the two of them.
Eddie quirks a brow at him. "You all good there agent?"
Not for the first time that day, Dean gulps. "Uh yeah, sorry. It's just— you two? But I thought—" he points at Buck, "you and Tommy? Um. Sorry. 'S none of my business."
Buck and Eddie both grin. "Don't worry, we get that a lot," Buck says. "Yeah, the three of us are all together."
"All… three of you? At the same time?"
"Well don't you know it's rude to pry into the private affairs of couples?" Eddie responds with a wink. "Or in our case, throuples?"
"Listen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"
But both of them start to laugh. "It's fine, Agent," Eddie says. "I'm just messing with you. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to trade places with Buck here so that he can be mean dad for the time being."
Buck rolls his eyes fondly. "You know how that usually turns out."
Eddie bumps his shoulder as he passes. "Well, try your best, dear."
It takes a moment for Dean to get his bearings after the exchange. It was… a lot to process. But he can't process it right now. He needs to focus. He needs to interview the firefighter in front of him.
As soon as he's done, though, he is going to make several phone calls.
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This fic is dedicated to @wereallassbutts as part of the @spn-rarepair-exchange ❤ I derived great joy from writing a story for these three that ended happily.
The fic did get away from me a bit while I was writing, and these three stubbornly needed more time to get together than I initially thought. I got to the point where If I had tried to post the entire story at once, it would have been rushed. So chapter 2 is about halfway written and halfway outlined and will be up sometime next week.
Thanks for giving me the opportunity to write about these three idiots. 🫶
i know there's drowstiel truthers and beanstiel truthers and meanstiel truthers but are there any other believers in all three ? i dont even have a name for this conglomeration. i wouldn't know where to start with naming it. stupidfuckingpolycule. thats the name now. kelly should be in there too actually but there's no destiel + kelly name either . hey wait actually post paused i think meg and kelly would be SO FUN together guys wsit i think i have something here
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Apparently the og ship name for dean x benny x cas is destiny?? I heard of this for the first time today. What ship name do you use for them? I came up with beanstiel 😂
