SuperPsych

Chapter 6

Shawn

"Dean," Sam said, running over to Dean. Sam knelt beside him and Dean groaned as Sam helped him sit up. "You okay?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah. I feel like I got run over by a truck during a really bad hangover, but yeah. I'll be fine." He coughed a few more times and rubbed his throat.

Sam sighed, clapping Dean on the back. "You had me worried for a minute there."

Shawn and Gus slowly joined Sam and Dean. Shawn's head was hurting a lot more than it had been earlier, and he was pretty sure the "mild concussion" the paramedics had told him he had before had been upgraded to "major." Gus clutched his previously dislocated shoulder like it was hurting him again.

Sam helped Dean to his feet, and Dean brushed himself off, still coughing every so often. The two brothers looked at Shawn and Gus as the four of them started walking back to Tarpy's Roadhouse.

"What the hell were you two thinking following us back to Tarpy's?" Dean demanded. "You could have gotten yourselves killed."

"Shawn made me do it," Gus blurted out. "I said the same thing. He insisted. He does this kind of thing all the time."

"Thanks for the assist, Gus." Shawn rolled his eyes. He faced Sam and Dean again. "You're Sam and Dean Winchester. You were about to kill an actual ghost. How could I miss that?"

"Easily," Sam said. "You're better off still believing that everything on Supernatural is just fiction."

"I'm still not sure I'm gonna wake up tomorrow and think this was real," Gus butted in. "I'm happy to continue believing it's fake."

"See, now why can't you be like him?" Dean asked Shawn, gesturing to Gus.

"Because then I wouldn't be me," Shawn said, as though it were obvious, because it was. "And there would be none of this!" He exclaimed dramatically, touching his finger to his head.

"That's the point," Dean grumbled.

They made it back to Tarpy's and gathered around the Impala and Gus's Blueberry. Sam and Dean unlocked the trunk of their car and started putting away their guns and flashlights.

"You know, even after all that, that case went by pretty quickly." Sam realized.

Dean looked up. "Yeah, I guess you're right. We only drove into town what, three, four hours ago?"

"That's gotta be a record." Sam chuckled.

Dean pulled four beers out of a cooler in their trunk, handing one to Sam, Shawn, and Gus. "I still don't like you two, but you've earned it," Dean said, raising his drink.

Sam, Dean, Shawn, and Gus clinked their bottles together and drank. Gus chugged his down, obviously still freaked out.

Sam leaned against the Impala. "I don't get it. If that show has been going on for ten years, how were we not recognized sooner?"

Dean groaned, taking another swig of his beer. "Let's just drop it. We didn't make a big deal about it before, let's not now. If it ain't broke, don't fix it, you know? I never want to think about it again."

Sam sighed, lifting his bottle to his lips. "Yeah. Agreed."

Sirens wailed in the distance, coming closer. "Crap," Dean said.

Gus shrunk back, looking guilty.

"Gus, what did you do?" Shawn asked him.

Gus shied away. "I forgot I called Juliet after the ghost possessed Dean."

"Crap." Sam echoed his brother. "We need to get out of here."

"Go," Shawn insisted. "We'll figure out something to tell them about the ghost." Gus tossed their drinks into the backseat of the Blueberry as Dean shut the trunk of his car.

"Don't have to tell me twice," Dean said.

Sam and Dean climbed into the Impala, and Dean backed out of their parking space. He rolled down his window. "Don't take this the wrong way," Dean shouted over the engine, "But I hope we never see either of you two again."

Shawn gave him a thumbs-up and he and Gus waved as the Impala disappeared out the back exit of the parking lot, so they didn't attract the attention of the cops on their way out. Lassiter and Juliet pulled up almost immediately after the two hunters vanished.

"Shawn, what is going on?" Juliet wondered, running over to them. "Are you all right?"

Shawn rubbed his hands together, glancing at Gus with a smile. "I had a vision."

~

"Who could that be?" Gus wondered, walking over to open the door of the Psych office for whoever had knocked.

A week had passed since the ghost incident with Sam and Dean. Shawn had easily convinced Juliet and Lassiter that it was some freak accident that had injured him and Gus and nearly destroyed the restaurant. With his track record, it was child's play.

True to their word, Sam and Dean never showed up again. They left town immediately and never called, which while Shawn had hoped they would, he didn't expect them to.

Gus opened the door, and in walked someone else Shawn had never thought was real.

Shawn gasped like a little school girl, walking over to stand next to Gus. "You're Castiel. Gus that's Castiel. An actual angel is standing in our office."

"Gentlemen," Castiel nodded. He was wearing his usual tan trench coat, but no tie. "Sam and Dean called. They told me there was a situation they needed my help with. Specifically, replacing your memories."

Shawn and Gus both backed up as Castiel stepped forward, raising his hands. Shawn tried to protest, but Castiel's fingers touched his head, and everything went black.

The End!

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed the story! A shoutout goes to my sister @Volleyballstar11 and my best friend @Twrex10 because they've been begging me to write a Supernatural and Psych crossover. I finally got around to it, and I'm very glad I did because it was a lot of fun to write. I hope I did all the characters justice.

Fun fact--the ghost story about Matt Tarpy and Sarah Nicholson is true, and the restaurant Tarpy's Roadhouse actually exists in Monterey, California. I changed the location to fit the story better, but otherwise, it's all true. If you want to read a bit more about it, visit this website: https://tarpys.com/history/

Anyway, thanks for reading! Keep being awesome!

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