#psychnatural

[found--family]

psychnatural 1/?

[murdermost-foul]

whoever designed shawn spencer probably took a look at spn pilot dean winchester and couldn't get him out of their head for a year

[gallifreyanwriter]

In Which Henry Spencer is possessed by Castiel

A little bit of Psychnatural for yall. Not ready to put this on AO3 yet but I will put it here. Exactly what it says on the tin--Henry gets possessed by season 4 Cas.

“I just don’t believe it,” Shawn said, finality in his voice.

“Shawn, we have him on video tape,” Juliet said, voice breaking with sorrow, “It was definitely him.” 

“No, no no no, he wouldn’t-he wouldn’t, Jules, you know my dad, how could you-how could you believe he could commit MURDER like that??” Shawn rambled, pleading desperately to her sad eyes.

“I still don’t believe how he actually committed those murders, and I saw  ‘em,” Lassie mumbled.

“NotthetimeCarlton,” Juliet hissed, slapping him on the arm.

“Alright,” Shawn said, flopping down in the chair, “Let’s see this so-called evidence. Let me train my psychic gift upon it, and see what the spirits’ opinion is.”

He lifted a finger to his temple.

“Preliminary vibes are…skeptical,” Shawn informed, “Just so you all are aware.” 

Chief Vick sighed, pushed the tape into the VCR, and shakily hit play.

The security footage played out.

First, a brawl breaking out inside some sushi restaurant on De La Vina Street. 

Then enter Henry Spencer, his father, moving fluidly with the agility of a man half his age, wading into the crowd and slaughtering everyone within his reach, with something that was blasting light into each one of their skulls.

He looked down at the coroner’s report, which reported the eyes being burned out of each one of the victims.

He looked back up at the bodies, clearly lying dead on the ground. “I don’t believe it,” Shawn said numbly.

“I couldn’t believe it either,” the Chief said, sounding just as tired and defeated as him, “But we have footage, witnesses…even a confession, Shawn. Your dad could go to jail for a very, very long time.”

-

Henry sat rigidly, in the interrogation room, staring blankly ahead at the wall.

He didn’t look well. He looked catatonic, but…not with fear. He just looked like a statue. An object.

God, Shawn couldn’t even see him breathing.

Something was definitely wrong with him. Shawn just hoped that what was wrong with him wasn’t the cause of murders.

“Can I have a minute alone with my dad, please?” Shawn asked, brittle.

Lassie and Juliet looked at each other, and nodded.

Shawn entered the room, and shut the door. He had to get to the bottom of this.

“Shawn Spencer,” rumbled Henry, straining the limits of his lower register.

“Dad?” Shawn squeaked, clearing his throat. “What just-”

“No,” Henry said, heavily sighing, “I am not your father.”

Pause.

Blink blink.

“Dad, this isn’t funny,” Shawn said, warning in his voice, “I just-I just watched you kill all those peopl-”

“I am not Henry Spencer,” said Henry Spencer. 

“Then who are you?” Shawn asked, throwing his hands up into the air, “Your alter-ego, Countess Boochie Flagrante?? This is seriou-”

“Castiel,” interrupted Henry, cool as ice.

Shawn blinked. Some sort of gut feeling, that something wasn’t right here, was the only thing that gave him that split second of pause to listen to his dad.

 “I am Castiel,” his dad insisted, “Angel of the lord.”

Shawn tried not to let his jaw drop, and only partially succeeded by turning it into a bit of a disbelieving grin.

“What? No,” he said, huffing a bit of a nervous laugh, “Dad. Dad, drop the voice, you-you got me. I fell for it, nice job, you got me. Well, you didn’t really get me, but I was about fifteen to twenty percent got if that makes you feel better, I’ll even give you twenty-five if you stop this right n-”

Then his dad’s shadow grew wings on the wall behind him, and Shawn’s jaw dropped for real.

But it wasn’t just the puppet show up against the wall, it was…the crackle. Shawn could feel every hair on his body stand up as the shadowy wings unfurled, like lightning was about to strike him–but it never came. He was sure, deep down in his bones, that the power that was oppressing Shawn was coming from…whatever was creating that wing-shaped pattern.

Then he looked his dad in the eyes, and it was not his dad.

His eyes were glowing, bright and crackling blue.

Then he sat back, exhausted, eyes fading back to their usual blue-grey.

“Wh-what-” Shawn garbled, speechless.

“This is not my true vessel,” Castiel said gently, lowly, with a smooth cadence that Henry never, ever possessed, “I should not remain inside for very long. But it will be long enough to do what needs to be done, to save this place.”

This was not his fucking dad.

“What have you done with my dad?” Shawn whispered, stock still in mortal terror.

Castiel touched his-Henry’s-chest. 

“He is still here,” he said, “He allowed me in. He consented.”

“Ohh, that’s one thing you don’t know about my dad,” Shawn said, mirthlessly laughing, shaking his head, “He-he would never agree to this.”

Castiel cocked his head to the side, regarding Shawn as if he were a caged animal.

“Henry was right,” he simply said, leaning back in the interrogation chair, “He said you wouldn’t believe.”

“Why would I?” Shawn hissed.

“Before he surrendered his mortal form to me, Henry had a message for you, Shawn,” Castiel said, “In the case that you didn’t believe, he assured me that this would solve your lack of faith.”

“What could he have possibly said, that would make me believe he was on board?” Shawn asked.

Henr-no, Castiel, leaned across the interrogation table and looked Shawn Spencer right in the eyes.

Shawn felt that uncomfortable power again, pressing in around him, choking the air out of the room.

“Henry said, and I quote,” Castiel said deliberately, “Check your goddamned mail, for once in your life.”

The voice was all wrong, still, but it did sound like Dad.

Shawn thought back to the pile of mail on his kitchen table, that he hadn’t opened yet. 

He saw, in his mind’s eye, the corner of a return address, the letters H-E-N and the letters 4 2 C-A-B-R-I-

Oh god, his dad had sent him a letter days ago!

Shawn stood up in a haste, and gave this-this thing that was wearing his dad one more backward glance before he rushed out of the room, past a sorrowful Juliet, and out the door back to his house.

-

He sorted through the pile of unread mail, finding the one from his dad, and tearing it open.

Shawn,

The angel’s telling the truth. I gave the okay. And I’m still in there, jackass, so don’t you dare plan my funeral. I’ll be back.

Sometimes, when things get tough, you have to offer up whatever you got to get the job done. I hope you, of all people, understand that. 

Dad

[drowstiellovetriangle]

the thing about shawn and gus is that they should have met bobby and rufus

[jerk-bitch-67]

Omg the snark-off between Dean and Shawn would be epic. Shawn and Gus running and screaming from the MOTW while Sam and Dean stare at them blankly like, “Are these guys serious?” 😂😂

BRO ARE WE DOING PSYCHNATURAL!!! IS THAT WHAT WERE DOING!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YEAH

WE ABSOLUTELY ARE

[casboobs]

jenmisheel could have done the shawn spencer series finale proposal btw

[castiellesbian]

Who wants to go to psychnatural with me

[bisexuallittlefreaks]

redheadqueers -> shawnwinchester

psychnatural baybee

[arsonistsam]

Early in kripke era Sam and Dean went on a hunt in Santa Barbara and heard news of a Psychic while on the case and went to Shawn Spencer and his associate Guston Teenywinkle (family name) for help with the case and also searching for their dad. I think Dean and Shawn were briefly obsessed with each other for most of the case but a bit too similar to sleep together. The brothers only meet Jules and Lassie briefly. Anyway this all culminates when Shawn figures out who the killer is, only to be shocked when it’s not human and he and Gus have to stand behind Sam and Dean and get slightly sprayed with blood. Afterwards they freak the fuck out and this is how the Winchesters learn there is not psychic here and then they get the fuck out of Santa Barbara. 8 years later or so Dean meets Cain and is like “huh you look familiar” and then asks him what he’s been doing all these years and Cain is like “I briefly spent time as a policeman, in the mid 2000s” and then they never speak about it again.

[meatmensch]

G!! TELL ME MORE ABOUT SUPERPSYCHNATURAL!!!

I have multiple Psych/SPN crossover WIPs but this one is just a lil' somethin' somethin' in which TFW are in Santa Barbra for a case. Bobby sent them on this case - he heard about it from Henry Spencer, who he became fishing buddies with after working a case in SB many years ago. They chat on the phone every once in a while and talk shop. Henry mentioned that his kid psychic was working this very strange case and Bobby was like...Oh? Perhaps I'll send some of my guys out to take a look at it (Henry thinks he's FBI).

Sam and Dean head out there and work with Shawn and Gus. They all annoy the hell out of each other. Sam and Dean are onto Shawn about being a fake psychic and Shawn and Gus are onto Sam and Dean about being fake FBI.

This is set in like S5 of SPN and S3 of Psych.

There are demons up in this bitch, and at some point, Juliet and Dean are cornered by them. Here's a snippet.

The demon left its vessel, and because it could not possess Dean, it turned to Detective O'Hara.

"Juliet!" Dean cried, as he watched the blackened soul move swiftly toward her body.

He had learned in recent days that she was not the kind of person to cower in fear of a fight, that she was brave, steadfast, and clever. But even the strongest, most seasoned fighters fall short when faced with such a new, unknown evil.

Just as the demon closed in on her, her expression changed. She tilted her head in confusion and wonder, her fear still present, but no longer a concern.

"Yes," she whispered, and white light was bursting from her eyes and mouth. Dean covered his eyes with his arm before the entire room was set ablaze with blinding angelic light.

Once Dean removed his face from the crook of his elbow, he saw that her posture was stiff, and her expression was stern.

"There's not enough room for the two of us. Find yourself another vessel, and I'll deal with you later," she said with an unwavering authority that Dean knew well.

"Cas?"

"Yes."

"What are you doing?"

"Saving Detective O'Hara, and you."

"You're MIA for months, and then you show up as Brittney Wilson?"

"I don't under - "

"Yeah, yeah, you haven't seen White Chicks. Seriously, why are you here?"

"The demons that are terrorizing this city are powerful, Dean. You, Sam, and a handful of regular humans will not be able to stop them on your own."

"...Okay, sure. But, man, why possess the poor chick?"

"She prayed for help, with what she thought would be her final thoughts. This seemed like a reasonable way to stop that demon from possessing her without her consent."

"Where's your other meat suit?"

"The body that was Jimmy Novak's is in your motel room."

"...Gross, dude. Anyway, I'm tired, and hungry, and in pain, and also hungry. Help me out with a little magic touch? Then we'll go to lunch?"

"Of course, Dean."

I began this WIP in late 2021 and haven't really touched it since. I hope to write and post a Psych/SPN crossover someday tho. <3

wip tag/ask game thing

[grotesquehorse]

psychnatural!

[riverlarking]

you are not immune to psychnatural

[kbsd]

i love men in silly little undercover outfits

[casboobs]

I JUST FINISHED PSYCH. LIFE HAS NO MEANING

[castiellesbian]

i love shawn spencer and dean winchester. they both have daddy issues, make obscure pop culture references that i have to google to understand, and they’re both bi <3

[hotgirlcastiel]

@hotgirlgarak​ THANK YOU for this gem of a brainworm!!!! <3