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[SPN/TWW] A Haunting on Pennsylvania Avenue, 8/?
Title: A Haunting on Pennsylvania Avenue, 8/?
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chaletian
Fandom: Supernatural/The West Wing
Rating: PG
Characters: Ensemble
Spoilers: None so far
Summary: They need a plan. Preferably one that will, y’know, work.
“A ghost.”
“Yes.”
“We have a ghost.”
“Yes.”
“In the briefing room.”
“Yes.”
“And there’s no chance that this is all a hideous prank.”
“No.”
“I hate ghosts.”
“You didn’t believe in ghosts.”
“That was before one threw a clipboard at my head!” Toby cradled his head in his hands. Sam Seaborn patted him on the back, and looked up at the others.
“So, what do we do about it?” All eyes turned to Dean and Sam. Dean didn’t notice. The table in the Leo’s office was kept well-stocked with pastries, and he was taking advantage of that fact. Sam elbowed him.
“Huh?”
“They want to know what they should do.”
Dean shrugged. “It’s pretty straightforward – salt and burn the remains. Works every time.” He considered this. “Almost every time.”
“The remains?” asked CJ. “Which remains would we be talking about here?”
“The remains,” said Dean. “I’m guessing that somewhere under your press room, you’ve got a dead body.” CJ looked vaguely revolted.
“There’s a dead body? In my press room? Where I go, every day?”
“Hey, it’s OK,” said Sam reassuringly. “I mean, it’s gonna have been dead for a pretty long time.”
“Oh, well, yeah, that’s OK then,” said CJ. “I mean, if it’s been dead for a while! Are you crazy?”
“CJ,” started Leo, warningly.
“Leo! There’s a dead body in my press room!”
“And we’ll sort it out,” he replied soothingly. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Guys, you know how we just renovated the press room?” broke in Josh. They all nodded.
“That’s what tipped us off,” said Sam. “Often building work disturbs things – sets off spirits.”
“Yeah, anyway. The part where we renovated the press room? And tore out the floor, and poured about fifty tons of concrete into a big hole in the ground? Remember how we did that?”
“Not you personally, Josh,” pointed out Donna. Josh looked a little put out.
“I contributed.”
“If by contributed you mean you shouted at the contractors a few times.”
“I was encouraging them.”
“They hated you.”
“Yeah, but they loved me.”
“They wanted to drop a concrete block on your head.”
“That’s a sign of love in the contracting business.”
“And I should have let them do it.”
“So, the place is hip deep in very set concrete,” carried on Josh, deeming the battle lost. “How are we going to even find a body, let alone do… whatever it is you want to do to it?”
Dean considered this question. “Yeah, that’s gonna make it tricky,” he said finally.
“How tricky?” asked Leo.
“I have no idea how we’re going to do it, short of ripping up the entire room.”
“Oh. That tricky.”
Author:
chaletianFandom: Supernatural/The West Wing
Rating: PG
Characters: Ensemble
Spoilers: None so far
Summary: They need a plan. Preferably one that will, y’know, work.
“A ghost.”
“Yes.”
“We have a ghost.”
“Yes.”
“In the briefing room.”
“Yes.”
“And there’s no chance that this is all a hideous prank.”
“No.”
“I hate ghosts.”
“You didn’t believe in ghosts.”
“That was before one threw a clipboard at my head!” Toby cradled his head in his hands. Sam Seaborn patted him on the back, and looked up at the others.
“So, what do we do about it?” All eyes turned to Dean and Sam. Dean didn’t notice. The table in the Leo’s office was kept well-stocked with pastries, and he was taking advantage of that fact. Sam elbowed him.
“Huh?”
“They want to know what they should do.”
Dean shrugged. “It’s pretty straightforward – salt and burn the remains. Works every time.” He considered this. “Almost every time.”
“The remains?” asked CJ. “Which remains would we be talking about here?”
“The remains,” said Dean. “I’m guessing that somewhere under your press room, you’ve got a dead body.” CJ looked vaguely revolted.
“There’s a dead body? In my press room? Where I go, every day?”
“Hey, it’s OK,” said Sam reassuringly. “I mean, it’s gonna have been dead for a pretty long time.”
“Oh, well, yeah, that’s OK then,” said CJ. “I mean, if it’s been dead for a while! Are you crazy?”
“CJ,” started Leo, warningly.
“Leo! There’s a dead body in my press room!”
“And we’ll sort it out,” he replied soothingly. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Guys, you know how we just renovated the press room?” broke in Josh. They all nodded.
“That’s what tipped us off,” said Sam. “Often building work disturbs things – sets off spirits.”
“Yeah, anyway. The part where we renovated the press room? And tore out the floor, and poured about fifty tons of concrete into a big hole in the ground? Remember how we did that?”
“Not you personally, Josh,” pointed out Donna. Josh looked a little put out.
“I contributed.”
“If by contributed you mean you shouted at the contractors a few times.”
“I was encouraging them.”
“They hated you.”
“Yeah, but they loved me.”
“They wanted to drop a concrete block on your head.”
“That’s a sign of love in the contracting business.”
“And I should have let them do it.”
“So, the place is hip deep in very set concrete,” carried on Josh, deeming the battle lost. “How are we going to even find a body, let alone do… whatever it is you want to do to it?”
Dean considered this question. “Yeah, that’s gonna make it tricky,” he said finally.
“How tricky?” asked Leo.
“I have no idea how we’re going to do it, short of ripping up the entire room.”
“Oh. That tricky.”