A/N: I was watching Ten Inch Hero (God knows which time this was) and decided to try writing crossover with Supernatural… So I think I don't have to say it's AU, since it's pretty much obvious… For TIH, it starts right after Jen meets fuzzy, and for SN it's pre-series, mainly what Dean did while Sam was at Stanford… Hope you enjoy it… Title is name of a song by Stereophonics

Disclaimer: Don't own anything, no matter how hard I dream I do

LIVE 'N' LOVE

Dean was standing in front of a grill, thinking about last night when fuzzy22 showed up and swept Jen off her feet. It was great that she finally got her happy ending. But his good mood turned sour when he remembered two nights ago how he let bastard Tad get a drop on him. If I hadn't been so busy making sure Tish was okay, and paid attention to the guy maybe he wouldn't get the chance. Dad would kill me if he knew. The thought about his dad made him smile. He remembered how pissed he was when Dean showed up with a tattoo on his neck. Not long after that, they decided to split up since they could cover more ground that way.

Dean hunted on East coast, teaming up with John if necessary. Three months after he started hunting solo, Dean decided to make Santa Cruz his base, a place to come back after every hunt. That was almost two years ago.

"Priestly?" Tish called him.

"What?" he answered without turning around.

"Is your first name actually girl's name?" Tish asked which caused Jen and Piper to stop what they were doing and look at him, waiting for his answer, "We won't make fun of you if it is."

Dean looked at Tish's innocent face and noticed she's been acting different. She was being nice to him whole day, not once calling him names or anything. As he remembered the conversation between her and Trucker about her skills in bed, smirk crossed his face. Even though Trucker was right about the whole deal, Dean was sure she wasn't like that, instead he thought it was opposite. Everything about her screamed that she was good in bed. Of course he was attracted to her physical looks, any man that wasn't had to be either gay or related to her. But he refused to tell them his real name, wanting to keep away this part of his life, and them, away from hunting, "I'm not saying anything so give it up," he said to them, grinning at their identical pouts, before going to the bathroom. Realizing he actually liked this new side of Tish, he stopped abruptly. He was Dean Winchester and he couldn't fall for her, he didn't have that luxury.

"I'll find it out one day!" Tish yelled at his back, ignoring his mumbled response when she heard shop's door closing so she turned around ready to take person's order, "Hey! What I can get you?" she asked the man in front of her.

"I'm looking for my nephew. I was told he works here."

Tish grinned as she realized that the man she was talking to could only be Priestly's uncle, "What's his name?"

"Bobby," Dean walked up to him and hugged him, "Nice try," he smirked at Tish.

"Since you are breathing and in one piece, I take it your father hasn't see you like this," if it wasn't for the eyes, and the neck tattoo, Bobby couldn't recognize Dean. He had green Mohawk and several piercings, but the most obvious one was on his chin. The neck tattoo was actually Dean's own work, protection symbol inside a tribal drawing which made it look somewhat normal, also diverting attention from the symbol.

"Hell no," Dean remembered to get rid of everything whenever he was meeting his father. One of the girls he hooked up with showed him how to hide his tattoos with make-up. He was using that little trick whenever he went hunting. You can't exactly pretend to be a cop without raising some eyebrows with a tattoo so visible and several piercings.

Bobby couldn't help but smile at Dean's reaction, "And what's with the name?" he asked pointing at Tish.

"She just wants to find out what my first name is, which she never will," to anyone else Dean looked like he was joking, but Bobby knew him a lot better. One look into Dean's eyes was enough to tell how the boy was felling. So when he noticed Dean's clenched jaw and guarded look he understood why Dean refused to tell them his name. He wanted to keep them safe from what's out there in the dark.

"I hoped you could help me with a job in San Francisco," Bobby looked Dean straight in the eye, hoping the boy will realize what's he talking about.

"Sure no problem," any trace of joking was gone from Dean's voice, "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning. Shouldn't take more than three or four days to get it done, since I already know what it is," the case was pretty straightforward. One of his old friends called, saying he had a poltergeist as a house guest.

Dean turned to Trucker to ask him if he could take few days off, but Tucker beat him to it, "Just let me know when you're coming back," he told Dean with a smile, acting like a parent who just let his kid go out. Priestly would often go on some kind of trips, and Trucker couldn't shake the felling that they were somehow important so he always let him go. And like he said, his karma could use a little help.

Dean smirked and decided that life is good. Things at the shop were normal, Tish was actually being nice to him, Bobby was here and he had a simple hunt where all they had to do was go there, banish the thing and get back.

Simple hunt. Right. Should've remember there is no thing like simple hunt, Dean thought as he lay in the backseat of Impala, one hand across his torso, protecting his ribs, sure that at least one was broken. He and Bobby agreed to take one car since it would be easier that way, and of course they took the Impala.

"Try to get some sleep boy. We still have two hours to Santa Cruz," Bobby said from the front seat, looking into rearview mirror. Dean just grunted his response and tried to find a position that would be the least painful for his ribs, which was impossible since he was sore all over. What is it with ghost and poltergeists and throwing him into walls and shit like that? So far every gig that involved poltergeist resulted with him being thrown into wall or down the stairs. Needles to say that neither of those was fun. If I live long enough to be old man, my whole body will hurt like hell when the weather changes, was his last thought before he fell asleep.

When Dean woke up, he was laying in his bed, Not even gonna wonder how Bobby managed to carry me here. Glancing at the clock he saw it was little before 9, and by the smell of coffee coming from kitchen, Bobby was already awake. Dean decided to go take a shower than have Bobby re-tape his ribs. Hot water did wonders to Dean's body, easing the ache and relaxing him. He wasn't surprised when he found Bobby in his room with first aid kit by the time he got out from the shower.

After a short breakfast, two mugs of coffee and one painkiller, Dean went back to his room. He looked around the desk searching for piercings and after he found them, he walked towards the mirror in the bathroom, only mirror in house. Looking at his reflection, Dean realized he was tired of playing and pretending to be someone else, because that was all he was doing. He would never be Priestly, not really. Priestly was his armor, defense mechanism he crafted so he could have a normal life.

Nodding at the mirror, he turned around and left. He had to make one stop before going to work.

Tish was late for work, just like yesterday and the day before, so she picked up her pace. She was distracted for the past few days and she didn't even know why, but this morning when she woke up she felt calm, like everything was back in place. This was weird since she didn't even know what piece, or if any, was missing. During Priestly's absence, she realized how quiet Beach City Grill was without him, something she never noticed before. There was no one to make stupid jokes or comment every song on the radio. It was like place lost lot of its magic when he wasn't there and became like rest of the shops around Santa Cruz. But he is coming back soon, so things will go back to normal. After the whole fiasco with Tad, she found herself thinking about Priestly a lot. Especially now that he was gone. Her mind kept replaying the scene when he pushed Tad away from her, the concern in his eyes and how worried she was when Tad knocked him out. She couldn't stop the feeling that things between them are gonna change.

When she walked into the shop, she saw some guy talking with Trucker, but he had his back to her so she couldn't see how his face looked like. He had short hair, color somewhere between blonde and brown. But what made her stare at him was the fact that he wasn't dressed like the rest of the guys here who liked to show their body. No, he was dressed in simple gray t-shirt, washed out jeans and black Converse All Star. Shaking her head to get rid of the thoughts, she walked behind the counter, since Jen and Piper weren't there, and decided to ignore them. She was doing a good job until she heard him laugh. The sound reverberated through the whole shop and sent shivers down her spine. She tried to imagine how it would feel when he laughed like that and she was leaning on his chest. What?! I don't even know him, she thought and ignored the part of her that wanted to go over there and ask him out. That was the old Tish.

"Apron," told the voice behind her.

Priestly! Her mind screamed in delight as she turned around, but she didn't expect the sight in front of her, "Holy shit."

In front of her was standing the guy that was talking with Trucker, who was nowhere to be found now. She could always recognize those eyes and ever present mischievous gleam in them. It was Priestly without the crazy hair and numerous piercings.

"Like what you see?" Dean asked, smiling when Tish blushed. It was weird to see her blush, and it looked good on her. It was even better when she licked her lips, her eyes still on him, and he couldn't look away from her eyes.

They broke their staring contest when they heard bags falling on the ground and gasps.