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Supernatural Gen Fiction: In The Hotseat (Crossover with L&O: Criminal Intent)

Title: In The Hotseat
Author: HalfshellVenus
Characters: Dean, Det. Bobby Goren (Gen, Crossover)
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Summary: (Early Season One) This is not one of those times Dean wanted to get caught.
Author's Notes: Happy birthday heliokleia! I know how badly you wanted a Dean vs. Goren story after this crossover drabble, and I think I finally got Goren's voice back in my head long enough to do it. Hope you like it. :)

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The only thing Dean's sure of is that he's in trouble...Collapse )

Tags: crossover, l&o:ci, my_fic, sn_gen
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