So, I am HOOKED on Supernatural, and I am HOOKED on Dexter. Misha and Jensen are just perfect. Dean and Cas are adorable. And I guess our little Sammy is a honey too ^-^ Dexter is strangely awesome. I LOVE Rita, but I have chosen to use the latest version of Cas – post wall and wotnot, where he's a little away with the fairies, coz I could just squish him, and it works best with the idea I have, and I didn't want to pinch the timeline of the other story, which is pre-Harrison, so I'll try fit in some Harrison somewhere! – I know someone else has written Supernatural/Dexter crossover, and it is blummin AMAZING! I wanted to make sure I didn't rip off her story in any way, so I've had to tweak this quite a bit to make sure [= I will say I have a heck of a lot of work to try and write anything even half as good as Unique, and I have no doubt I can't do it ;) But this little muse of Dean, Cas, Sam and Dex alllll being together (a fair bit of yum I must say) just wouldn't leave me alone. Heh, I think it should happen. It really should. But it won't. So I'm going to do it for them [= As has claudiapriscus

I think I am working from end of season 7 of Supernatural (pre Dean and Das as my son calls them [= being in Purgatory) and some point in season 5 of Dexter, after poor Rita has died, but before Deb gets promoted, so LaGuerta is still our Lieutenant!

Enough of my rabbiting on. I hope I've done a good job [= I know it's a strange crossover, and I don't expect to get half as much interest as Unique, because quite frankly I'm crap at writing ^-^ But this has been a fun little idea I thought I'd share with the world anyway [=

Enjoy my lovelies x x

Tonight's the night. And it's going to happen again and again. It has to happen.

Dexter has pinpointed his target, and he is watching him mosey around the bar, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Carlos Mantio approaches the bar and leans against it next to Dexter, who offers him a timid smile. "Prices here are good, huh?" He fakes being more drunk than he really is, drooping his eyelids and swaying in the chair slightly. "And the chicks..." He chuckles drunkenly and waits for a reaction from his next project. He doesn't get much more than a disapproving look as Mantio collects his drinks and returns to his table. "Nice guy," Dexter mutters to himself, mentally replaying the man's sins in his head. Rape and first degree murder, charges dropped because of a faulty search warrant. He hadn't stopped there. He had continued his little out of hours activities, picking up school girls, claiming to be a photographer for some preppy magazine, and he'd take them back to his little 'office' and rape them. Some he let go, others he didn't. All Dex knows is that he needs to be stopped. And there's only one sure fire way to do that.

With his project showing no signs of departure any time soon, Dexter absently looks around the busy bar, silently judging everyone he sees. The women all seem to be competing over who can wear the most revealing outfit, and the men seem to be competing over who can get the most women rubbing against them at any one time. The thought of it makes Dexter shudder. Sure he knows a pretty face when he sees one, and a smoking hot body when he sees one, but he doesn't feel the need to offer it any more than a quick look over. All that leads to his sex and feelings and a whole mess of emotions from a woman that Dexter simply can't understand nor reciprocate. On the flip side, he saves a lot of money with his lack of porn and other sexual services Miami has to offer. His eyes fall upon two shady looking guys sitting in a more secluded area of the bar, each holding a pint glass half full of beer, and looking around the room with keen, trained eyes. He feels his senses go on to red alert as he watches the longer haired guy stand up and trade a wordless glance with the shorter haired guy, and with a nod from each party, they set off in opposite directions, sweeping round the edge of the bar, clearly looking for something in particular. Drug dealers? Debt collectors? Some dodgy character's lackeys? Dexter watches them for a moment longer as they meet at their original spot, trading hushed words and shaking their heads in turn. He can now see that the long haired guy is substantially larger then the short haired guy, but they both share similar soft, attractive facial features, and from what Dexter can tell in the dim light of the bar, very similar hair color. Brothers? Cousins? Somehow the first option seems more plausible to Dexter. He watches for a moment longer as the men finish their drinks and drop a tip, leaving swiftly through the front door, both moving in such a way, calculated, stealthy, ready to jump in to combat at a moment's notice, that Dexter feels drawn to them both. Something about the shorter one's face is bugging him, but before his mind has a chance to kick in, his current project finally gets to his feet, tapping a cigar on the table and indicates the back door, presumably heading out for a smoke. Behind the bar is a back alley that has a nasty reputation for being an area where people get mugged and women get raped, so people tend to avoid it unless they are armed or part of a crowd. Dexter smiles and finishes his drink. Perfect.

Dexter glances around to ensure he's attracted no attention, then moves swiftly out of the bar and begins tracking his prey. He follows Mantio in a predatory fashion down between a laundromat and a pizza parlor, and slips his hand in to his pocket, fingers closing around the syringe, thumb at the ready to slip the cap off the needle. He freezes for a brief moment as shadows cross over him and his eyes scan the vicinity, looking for the interlopers whom he can hear holding a hushed conversation that sounds vaguely like a disagreement, but he can't pick out exact words to piece together what it might be about. The voices are coming from a side alley opposite Dexter, and he curses internally as Harry's voice sounds in his head "The first rule of The Code, Dex,"

"I know," Dexter whispers in reply as he knocks up to a trot closing the gap between himself and Mantio and allowing himself an extra couple of seconds to drag his body out of sight and cram it in to the dumpster he has managed to procure from a slightly busier alley. His car isn't far away, and it will only take him a matter of seconds to make the transfer with Matino's body from dumpster to the back of his car. His ears stay on red alert tuning themselves in to every sound around him as he closes in on his next victim, his Dark Passenger taking over him completely as he goes in to full predator mode.

Tonight's the night.

I must apologize that most of these will probably be quite short chapters, just because it seems to be working out that way! I hope I can manage to please [= I am actually writing this whilst waiting in one of my best friends' house for her to have her little boy! I shall be looking after her 2 year old daughter whilst she's in hospital, so I imagine with a 2 year old and a 1 year old I shan't have much time to write/update ^-^ Still. It'll be worth it when likkle baba comes home! *excited *!