Super Psyched (A Supernatural-Psych Crossover)

Super Psyched

"So get this," Sam Winchester says, getting his brother Dean's attention. "Man found dead inside some type of poisonous box. Kind of sounds like a Schrodinger's cat thing."

"Sounds like a what?"

"Schrodinger's cat," Sam repeats. "You know, you put a cat in a box with something that could kill it, and you don't know whether it's dead or alive until you open the box. In a way, the cat's both dead and alive."

Dean cocks his head to the side, confused. "What? That's stupid. The cat's obviously either alive or dead."

"It's a paradox," Sam says. "It's just hypothetical."

"So, basically the Walmart version of 'if a tree falls in the forest,'" Dean says.

"Yeah, pretty much," Sam agrees. "Anyway." He turns his laptop so his brother can read it. "Check it out. Sound like our type of thing?"

Dean briefly scans the article. "Could be. Where is it, Santa Barbara? That's not too far. We might as well check it out."

"All right, let's go."

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"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I'm Agent Walsh," Dean says, flashing his fake FBI badge at the Santa Barbara police chief. With a nod at his brother, he adds, "And that's Agent Greer."

"Uh huh, and what are the feds doing here?" the police chief asks.

"Our job," Dean deadpans.

"We're here to investigate the death of Michael White," Sam says. "Poison box seemed a little out of the norm, you know?"

"Well, better the feds than..." she trails off. "Anyway, I'm Karen Vick, chief of police. Anything I can help with, just let me know."

"Woah, what's this?" a man asks as he steps into the room — despite, judging by Chief Vick's dramatic sigh, not being welcome. "You're throwing a party, and you didn't invite us? Et tu, Brute!"

"Mr. Spencer," Chief Vick's says, exasperated, "if you don't mind —"

"No, I don't mind at all," he says with a shrug. To Sam and Dean, he says, "My name is Shawn Spencer. And this..." He gestures to the door just as another man walks in, "is my partner, Lil Jub Jub."

Dean raises an eyebrow. "Lil Jub Jub?"

"And you are —"

"FBI," Dean interrupts. "I'm Agent Walsh, and that's Agent Greer."

Shawn eyes them for a moment. "Right..."

"Thank you for these introductions, Mr. Spencer," Chief Vick says, "but I think it's time for you to go."

"Now, why would I do that?" Shawn asks. "Especially when there's a fun new case to solve! What is it this time? Murder? Suicide? Murder-suicide?"

"I'm sorry, who are you again?" Sam asks.

"Shawn Spencer," he says. "Head psychic at the SBPD."

Sam and Dean share a look, and they know they're both thinking the same thing. A psychic just happens to be hanging around when this goes down? It has to be connected. They definitely have to keep an eye on him.

"Mr. Spencer," Chief Vick says, "I asked you to leave."

"Yeah, good idea," Shawn's partner says, trying to push him out of the room.

"No, let him stay," Sam says, earning an annoyed jab in the ribs from his brother. "I think he could help us out."

Chief Vick raises an eyebrow. "Seriously?"