The Syncretist by New Red Shoes (R)

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Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gen with a pinch of Dean/Cassie
Author on LJ: newredshoes
Author Website: New Red Shoes' Fic Index
Why this must be read: John and Dean tackle a perplexing hunt and discover some unexpected people along the way. This fic has it all; a creepy hunt, great characterization, and Winchesters being Winchesters with everything that entails.

“I’ve come to a conclusion,” Dean says.

John flips open the battered cigar box and hands him a health inspector’s badge. “What’s that?”

“February sucks,” he announces. “We could be anywhere, it’d be disgusting. We could be in Phoenix or San Diego or—” Abruptly, he bows his head. John glances at the passenger seat, but Dean’s just studying the fake badge. “Anyway. How is there never work in Florida now? Every February, we’re somewhere and it’s gross.”

John eyes him for a second. “Glad you got that off your chest?”

Dean sniffs. “Yeah, I’m good now.”

The corners of his mouth quirk. “Okay, Agent Jones. Ready to work?”

Dean curls his lip. “Did you even see that movie? You’re older. I’m Smith, you’re Jones.”

John squints out at the office in front of them. “Couldn’t Tommy Lee pretty much kick Will Smith’s ass?”

Dean is forced to give this consideration. “Okay, so maybe—"

John shoves the cigar box in the glove compartment and opens his door. “Nope, too late to argue now.”

The Syncretist