Disclaimer: I do NOT own Gravity Falls, ParaNorman, or Coraline. It would be obvious if I did.

Main Pairing: Norman/Dipper (Parapines)

Warnings: Slash, Swearing, Attempted Rape, Possession

AN: I am so obsessed with Parapines that it's not even funny anymore. The Feels, man. The Feels. (It deserves capitalization)

On the Road

It was supposed to be a normal haunting. (And Dipper realizes how weird his life is when the words 'normal' and 'haunting' can be used in the same sentence.) SPIRIT had been called to an old house with the classic reputation in Georgia: go in, never be seen again, blah, blah, blah… Dipper had gotten an email from the owner, Mark Sharpe, begging the team for help. Though they weren't well-known, all their previous customers wrote satisfied, glowing reviews all over the Internet. Slowly, they were making a name for themselves.

Dipper shifted in his seat, chin cradled in his hand as he stared out the passenger window. Coraline and Mabel slept in the back, while Norman drove.

In Mr. Sharpe's email he gave the house's basic history and some experiences people had. Eric and Benjamin Johnson's deaths stuck out to Dipper the most, which both occurred in the early 1800's. Apparently, Eric Johnson died from head trauma after falling down the main staircase. At least, that was what formal records said. Rumors of his son, Benjamin, pushing him down the stairs ran rampant in the town. According to those, Eric tried to hit Benjamin and the boy lashed out in self-defense. No one was sure though, because Ben died of tuberculosis soon after in the same house.

As for ghostly experiences, most reported flickering lights, moving objects, disembodied voices, and other harmless acts. This lead Dipper to believe fourteen year old Ben was the one who haunted the house. This particular haunting seemed almost child-like, and no other kid died there.

Still, Dipper couldn't figure out why Mr. Sharpe sounded so desperate on the phone. If what Dipper believed was true then why would Sharpe seem so afraid?

The sound of the tuning radio brought Dipper back to reality. He blinked and turned to look at Norman, who seemed to be having trouble staying awake. He nudged his boyfriend. "You doin' okay? Want me to take over?"

Norman yawned so hugely it appeared painful. "Nah, I'm fine. We're almost there anyway."

Dipper glanced at the dashboard cock and raised an incredulous eyebrow. "Norm, we still got about three hours to go. That's not 'almost there'." They were driving to Newmen, Georgia because it was cheaper than flying, but they'd been on the road for about two days now. So far, Dipper hadn't driven once.

Norman shrugged and fought another yawn. "Really, Dip, I'm good. Just sleep some more and we'll be there soon enough."

"Norman, I'm not tired. Unlike someone I could mention right now. Just hand over the wheel."

"No."

"Why are you being so stubborn? Yes."

"No."

"You never let me drive. Do you not trust me? Is that it? Or is it a pride thing?"

"Neither," Norman sighed, smiling at Dipper tiredly. "Just...you're not driving."

"Oh, come on, Norman!" Dipper crossed his lanky arms over his chest and glared at his unmoved boyfriend. "I have a license!" He couldn't understand why Norman refused to let him drive - he was twenty two and passed his driver's test, what else was left? Still, Dipper hadn't driven much of anywhere when Norman was in the car with him.

Norman kept his blue eyes focused on the road. "I know you do." He glanced at Dipper in the corner of his eye, and nearly snickered when he saw Dipper's pout that he'd no doubt deny. He added under his breath, "It's how you actually got it that's beyond me."

"If you know then why won't you let me drive?" Dipper wasn't whining. He wasn't.

Norman's hands tightened around the steering wheel, avoiding Dipper's gaze. "Um...well, you know I love you, but-"

Coraline suddenly sat up in the back seat, yawning. "Dipper, you're a terrible driver. You're welcome, Norman." She set her chin on the passenger seat, blatantly ignoring Dipper's scandalized look. Her lopsided, blue bob was messy from sleep and an imprint from her stud earring scarred her cheek.

Norman wasn't sure if he should be angry with her or just thankful he didn't need to say it himself. Dipper didn't let things go easily and wasn't above withholding sex.

"I am not!" Dipper twisted in his seat to glower at the punk woman, but all she did was blink lazily. "I'd like to remind everyone here once again that I passed my driver's test! They don't just hand licenses out!"

"They do if you keep coming back long enough. How many times did you take the test again?" Coraline smirked, sensing an early victory, and poked Dipper on the nose. "And let's not forget about your Grunkle Stan."

Dipper batted her hand away, scowling. "It doesn't matter how many times I took the test. I passed. That has nothing to do with Grunkle Stan." He stuck out his tongue (because, you know, he's mature like that), his scowl deepening when Norman snorted at the picture he made. Crossed arms, lopsided hat, and narrowed eyes - nothing was more adorable than an angry Dipper.

"Got something to say, Babcock?" Dipper snapped. He raised an eyebrow challengingly.

"No, no…" Norman mumbled, gaze locked on the open road.

Coraline coughed, "Whipped," under her breath and laughed when both Norman and Dipper glared at her. "Anyway, back to what I was saying. Dipper, you never thought it was odd that you passed only when Stan came with you?"

"No…" Dipper eyed her warily, as though she might attack him. She had that wicked gleam in her eyes that made all SPIRIT team members nervous.

Coraline looked down and nudged something in the backseat. "Yo, Pines. Tell Dipper what you told me."

Mabel pulled herself into an upright position, half of her brown hair pressed flat against her face. "What'dda say again?" She stretched her arms above her head, bones cracking, and leaned on Coraline.

Coraline poked her again. "About Dipper's driving test and what Grunkle Stan did."

"Oh…" Mabel blinked, as if she couldn't believe she'd be woken just for that, and laid back down. "Grunkle Stan bribed the instructor to bump up Dipping Sauce's grade. Said he'd get better with time."

"Wait, Grunkle Stan cheated for me?" Dipper gaped at the space where his twin used to be, but it was Coraline who spoke next.

"Yep. So, you're technically not even legal." She grinned, her white teeth flashing unsettlingly in the darkness.

Dipper abruptly turned to Norman. "Did you know about this?" He demanded.

Norman winced slightly. "Uh, well…"

"You did, you jerk! Why didn't you tell me?"

"What was I supposed to say? Mabel just told me one day and...I don't know…" He bit his lip ring, like he always did when he was unsure. Dipper always thought he looked unfairly cute for a guy with two face piercings, multiple tattoos, and hedgehog hair.

"Gee, maybe 'Your license isn't valid?'"

"And you would've accepted it? Just like that?"

"Well-"

"Would you two shut up?" Mabel groaned from the back seat. Coraline simply watched them bicker with a small, amused smirk.

And they still had two and a half hours to go…

…

When Dipper, Norman, Mabel, and Coraline reached Newmen only two of them were fully conscious. Norman and Dipper looked more like zombies than humans. Thankfully, Sharpe wasn't expecting them for a few more hours so they got a hotel room to nap.

"A bed…" Norman collapsed face down on the bed still fully clothed. Dipper soon followed with his own muffled groan of appreciation after kicking off his Chucks. The two boys curled into each other, uncaring of their previous mini spat. They were just too tired to care at the moment, especially Norman who hadn't slept in just about twenty-four hours.

Coraline and Mabel took one look at their fellow teammates and smirked at each other. Mabel snuck a quick picture with her phone (titled Cutie Patooties), and then they both left for food and more research on the house.

Dipper and Norman fell asleep almost instantaneously, completely unaware of what laid ahead.

AN: I've sorta created my own little world were Parapines in canon and Mabel/Dipper/Coraline/Norman have founded a paranormal group called SPIRIT and they go around solving mysteries. Most likely, any small oneshot will take place in this world, though I have been creating AU stories too.

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