Choices Chapter 3
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mrstottenTitle: Choices
Author: mrstotten
Summary: A Supernatural/Smallville crossover. The last seal is about to be breached. Dean, Sam and the gang head to Smallville where one man will be faced with a choice between love and fate, that could change the world forever. .
Rating: R at present
Genre: Slash, crossover
Characters: Dean/Castiel, Clark/Lex, Sam/Ruby, Uriel, Bobby, Chloe. Clark/Lex established couple, Castiel/Dean, pre slash at present
Spoilers: All supernatural season 4 epsiodes through to ep 10. Smallville is fairly safe as it is AU
Disclaimer: none of this belongs to me, i’m only taking the characters for a walk for my own amusement
Author's note: This is a crossover story and does include male/male relationships, if this isn’t your cup of tea, step away now J This chapter, has been a long, long time coming but I had horrible writers block :( and a million other things hopefully it is worth the wait. Next chapter should be much quicker. Hugs, schnoogles and a thousand thanks to the wonderful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
autumn_lilacs not onlyfor the awesome beta, the support, encouragement and for all round just being awesome. But for the help with the lj posting as lj cuts hates me :)
Chapters: 3/?
Words: 5,500
Status: WIP
“Harder,” she moaned into his ear, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved together.
Sam hitched Ruby’s leg up higher, holding tightly so he wouldn’t slip and lose his grip, and thrust hard enough that it caused her body to jar against the wall. Just as he felt his own release come, he heard her make a choking, high pitched sound, before her legs became boneless.
In one fluid movement, he moved them both onto the bed.
While his breathing slowly returned to normal, a quick glance down confirmed that she had already drifted into sleep, her head buried in the crick of his shoulder. He wasn’t surprised that she was exhausted. He knew that she was wondering what was wrong with him, but over the last three hours they hadn’t come up for breath long enough for her to ask what had put him in such a foul mood.
Sam briefly wondered how many times he would have to screw her before the anger flooding through his veins went away.
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Sam’s head start to spin as he sat up.
The dark hotel room now stank of stale sweat, and the unmistakable smell that usually hung in the air after two people had spent the afternoon lost in each others bodies.
He looked down at Ruby’s still, sleeping form. It was amazing, how a demon with a soul that was as black as her eyes, could look so peaceful when she was asleep.
Her hair lay soft against her neck, and her long eyelashes left shadows, like bruises underneath her eyes. His hand made an almost involuntary movement as he looped one of her dark curls around his finger, the back of his hand lightly brushing against the soft neck on her skin. In moments like this, with his guard down he allowed himself to accept that there was something more than sex going on.
As if sensing his touch, she moved fitfully and muttered something low in her sleep.
He pulled his hand back as if burned, and stood up so quickly that it intensified the dizziness he he’s had at first sitting up.
He walked over towards the sideboard, as if putting enough distance between them would wipe these thoughts from his head. He couldn’t afford to allow himself to get emotional right now. Things were bad enough, without adding that to the mix.
He picked up his cellphone and saw that he had five messages. He dialed his voicemail and within a matter of seconds heard Dean’s voice sounding irritated and confused.
“Sam? What the fuck was that all about, you’re pissed off because of pie? Jesus! is it the time of the month or something, what the .......”
Sam hit the button to delete the message before listening to any more.
The next three all continued in the same tone, albeit getting a bit more belligerent the drunker his brother got. As he hit delete each time, he wondered how long it would take for Dean to pass out drunk, so that Sam could head back.
The fifth message was different, for a couple of seconds there was complete silence.
“Sam?” Dean’s voice, this time sounding weary and way too tired.
Although tinny, it seemed to fill the room.
“Sammy! Come on, this is ridiculous, this is all over nothing. I don’t know what’s buggin’ you, but I just want to know you’re safe. So call me back, ok?”
Sam’s eyes started to sting as he hung up without deleting.
He knew that Dean didn’t get why he had been so pissed earlier on, but this whole thing was getting so out of hand, and Sam didn’t know how to deal with it anymore.
They were standing on the losing side of an apocalyptic battle. Since he stopped using his powers like Dean had asked, he had started to get major headaches again, and now, now his brother was making googly eyes at an angel.
Sam huffed under his breath; he knew that wasn’t strictly true as he couldn’t imagine Dean making googly eyes at anyone. But the angel, he was definitely making eyes at Dean.
People always assumed that Sam was clueless when it came to these things. He was a book nerd; the perfect person to research whatever they needed looking into, but when it came to real life it was assumed that everything just sort of floated over Sam’s head.
He had never been one to notice if a pretty girl was flirting with him. Hell, Ruby had all but to jump his ass the first time they got together and even then he had been a little unsure as to what was happening until she had taken her top off and put his hands on her chest. Sam pulled back his wandering thoughts and tried to push that image out of his mind before it took him back to the bed.
So he knew it was fair to say that he wasn’t the first to pick up on these things.
But there was one exception to this rule, Dean. When it came to his brother, Sam was aware of everything, he always had been.
He saw the way girls looked at Dean, the ways guys sized him up when their girlfriends stared.
He saw the almost motherly looks that older waitresses would get when Dean tucked into their pie of the day with gusto. He saw the way Bobby would sometimes shoot him worried glances like Dean was about to vanish in a puff of smoke at any moment, and he saw the way that angel looked at Dean.
In the beginning, Sam hadn’t found the angel’s fixation with Dean that big of a deal. It had started out barely noticeable at first. Every now and then, the angel would look at Dean as if he was some sort of strange puzzle, still to be figured out.
But over the course of the last few months, those looks had then graduated to something akin to hero worship, Now Castiel looked at Dean as if he was the answer to any problem Castiel might ever have. Sam had recognised those looks, they were similar to the way he had viewed his brother most of his life.
Those looks had bothered Sam. But it had gotten worse, more recently the looks had been getting strange. He would turn around at times to find Castiel gazing (there was no other word for it) at Dean with a tenderness that would almost take his breath away.
Those looks had coincided with several events that had changed everything.
There had been two seals that they had to take care of at the same time. It had been decided that the best course of action would be to split up. Dean, Castiel and Uriel had headed to Arizona, while Sam, Ruby and Bobby had headed to Texas.
When they had met up more than two weeks later, the dynamic in the group had shifted. Dean and Sam had remained the same as always, Uriel had went right on hating everyone except for Castiel. But Bobby had been slightly more polite towards Ruby, and Dean and Castiel had, well, gelled.
Sam had noticed his brother joking around with the angel more and more. They started sitting outside on the hood of the impala and talk, they would go on food runs together. Dean had started to feel as comfortable with Castiel as he was with Sam and Bobby, and then one night everything had changed completely.
Two months ago
Sam stared around the bar and wondered how he had let Dean talk him into this.
Dean had wanted to blow off some steam and relax after a pretty ferocious couple of days fighting for a seal in Mexico. Unfortunately for Sam, nothing said relaxation more to Dean, than getting drunk, then getting laid.
So far, it was not shaping up to be either a fun or relaxing night for Sam. Ruby had disappeared in a foul temper, after Dean had started baiting her about getting Sam laid. That and the fact that Dean had dragged the two angels along with them, all added up to a night worse than a root canal with a poltergeist dentist.
They had been sitting at the bar for an hour or so, before Sam finally started to relax. Uriel had left about ten minutes ago in a fit of disgust at Dean’s behaviour, and Sam had high hopes that Castiel would be following suit, leaving him and Dean on their own. Dean was on his fifth tequila shot and was eyeing up a group of pretty, dark haired girls who had been giggling and staring over since they had come in.
Dean had been asking Castiel if angels had to take a vow of chastity as one of the girls in the group had been giving him the eye. At the angels silence, Dean had laughed and slung his arm over his shoulder. Sam had seen the angel stiffen instantly and could swear that Castiel was holding his breath as Dean had leaned in and murmured something near his ear.
Before Sam could think any more of it, Dean had removed his arm and shouted at the bartender for another round and headed over to the bar.
As Sam stared at the angel, he noticed that Castiel looked flushed. As if sensing Sam’s gaze, Castiel met his eyes briefly before excusing himself, saying he would be back shortly before heading for the door.
Sam felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, as all the looks and gestures over the last few weeks started to make sense. It was impossible, he told himself. The angel couldn’t be in love with his brother, he was a frigging angel for christ’s sake.
But as Dean came back to the table asking where Cas’ had went, Sam couldn’t stop himself from staring at his brother, as he turned it round in his head.
Despite his own low opinion of himself, if anyone could make an angel fall, it would be Dean.
It wasn’t just about his looks. Dean had the strongest, surest spirit of anyone Sam had ever known. Petty faults aside, his brother had a heart the size of Kansas, and would do anything for the people he loved. Who wouldn’t fall for Dean?
Sam made up his mind that he would keep an eye on both Dean and the angel and see where this went. He looked up and spotted Castiel on his way back to the table. Before he could reach the Dean and Sam, one of the group of girls, slightly emboldened by tequila waylaid him, and started chatting. Judging by her body language, she had very little intention of letting him go.
Sam nudged Dean and nodded his head, in the direction of Castiel and the girl, as Sam turned to his brother to make a joke, he stopped short at the look on Dean’s face.
Dean was staring over at Castiel and the girl, the expression on his face upset, borderline angry.
At that moment, Castiel looked up and met Dean’s eyes. Dean shook his head as if a fly were buzzing near it and turned to Sam.
“Hey, looks like at least one of us is getting laid,” Dean joked, but his tone was forced.
They both turned as Castiel come up beside them.
“Hey,” Dean asked “What happened to the little querida?”
Sam noticed that as soon as Castiel sat down, Dean seemed instantly more relaxed, his tone lighter.
Castiel just smiled and asked Dean if he was ready to go. He inclined his head to include Sam in the question. Sam was surprised when Dean readily complied.
As they headed toward the exit, Sam tried to ignore the feeling in his stomach, like one hundred snakes, slithering around.
Whatever this was, he didn’t like it; not one little bit.
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Since that night, Sam had started to notice other small tell tale signs. Now when Castiel shot one of those looks towards Dean, Sam had found his brother staring right back. He didn’t think his brother was aware of it, yet. But more and more often recently, Sam had found Dean looking at the angel, with a quizzical, almost tender look on his face.
It was even worse when the damn angel disappeared on one of his ‘missions from God’.
Dean would start to get edgy, short tempered, and his drinking got ten times worse. Sam had commented on it a few times but Dean had shrugged it off.
He knew his brother didn’t see it, but Sam also knew that he wasn’t the only one who had noticed.
Ruby had mentioned it; Uriel constantly made dire predictions regarding it, and even Bobby had looked at Dean and Castiel, once or twice, with a sad, almost knowing look on his face.
Everyone else saw it fairly clearly. But Dean and Castiel carried on, oblivious to what everyone else had noticed.
This alone wasn’t what had built up Sam’s resentment for the angel. It was the way Castiel seemed to monopolise Dean’s attention. Every damn time Sam turned around, Castiel seemed to be deliberately keeping Dean, at his side, and away from Sam.
Dean looked to Castiel more and more now for advice. It now seemed like Dean barely made a move without consulting the angel first, and Sam hated that.
He knew it was childish and selfish but it didn’t change his resentment at the situation. It had always been Dean and Sam. He didn’t know if he knew how to be Sam without Dean.
Now he and Dean seemed to be drifting further and further away. Each time they argued, Dean turned to the damn angel; Sam responded by burying himself in Ruby’s body and hoping it would go away.
Sam knew deep down that it wasn’t going anywhere. The only way to deal with this situation would be head on. He had to speak to Dean, to make him see that they couldn’t put all their faith in the angels like this. They had betrayed Anna; they could betray them, just as easily.
Sam headed out of the motel room, barely looking at the bed as he passed. He couldn’t afford to entangle himself further with Ruby right now. If he were to convince Dean that they should cut ties with the angels, he knew that he would have to do the same with Ruby. It wasn’t as if it meant anything really, she was a demon. It’s not as if her feelings would be hurt.
Sam smiled as resolve filled him. He had to make Dean see that it was just the two of them against the world.
He headed out into the night, back to Dean. Sam would fix this, whatever had broken between them; he would do whatever it took to make it right.
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“I still say it’s too early to panic like this.” Lex stated loudly, to no one in particular
The noise in the room didn’t abate at all, at his words. Lex sighed, he might as well have been speaking to an empty room. He surveyed the scene of chaos in Martha Kent’s normally serene kitchen, while he tried to figure out who to start with first.
Jonathan was flinging questions at Clark at a hundred miles an hour, while Clark alternated between trying to calm him down and hurling back answers. The situation wasn’t made any easier with Chloe and Pete piping in every couple of minutes.
Martha sat at the table, seemingly unhearing, lost in her own thought, her face set and pensive.
The only figure in the room who seemed remotely relaxed was Mercy. She was leaning against the worktop, filing her nails and watching the whole scene with an air of detached interest.
The whole thing could almost be amusing; almost. Only the worried look on Martha Kent’s face and the distress in Clark’s eyes, as he tried to calm down his father, stopped Lex from being able to take any enjoyment out of the three ring circus style proceedings.
He rubbed his eyes wearily and tried to place the smell tickling his nostrils. It was a mixture of lilacs and apple pie.
Lex remembered Clark mentioning once, that the smell of lilacs and home made pie always made him feel safe.
They were triggers to memories of home; of parents who worshipped him, of kisses to soothe bad dreams, and of hurt feelings. Those smells took Clark back to a time where his father was seven feet tall, and his mother was the most beautiful woman on the planet. Lex had kissed the tip of his nose and smiled at him; he had understood the feelings, although he had no similar memories to compare them to.
This room was the reason Clark felt that way. With the exception of his barn, this room, more than any other, was Clark’s safe haven.
It was his retreat from a world where everything had to be hidden, where secrets had to be kept.
Lex caught Clark’s eye and saw the panic flare as his father got more and more worked up.
Lex felt the weight of responsibility lay heavy on him. This was Clark’s sanctuary and he had taken it away before. The first time had been the night they stood in this kitchen and told Jonathan and Martha that they were in love and were moving in together.
Come to think of it, this was actually fairly mild compared to that night.
The words that had been spoken that night had taken a long time to heal. Lex knew that Jonathan was still far from thrilled at his presence in Clark’s life. But for the sake of the man they both loved, they had found a common ground of mutual tolerance.
Clark had started visiting the farm almost daily again. This kitchen, his home had once again seemed like home again. Until tonight.
Until Chloe had decided that the Kent’s had a right to know that there were people in town investigating their son. Until Clark and Lex had arrived for dinner, only to be greeted with worried recriminations from Martha, defiant objections from Chloe and a thousand questions from Jonathan and Pete.
Of course, the moment that Jonathan and Pete both had attacked Lex, Clark had jumped into the fray.
After that, bedlam ensued. So much so, that Mercy had actually left her post to come and investigate, worried that there might have been some sort of threat to Lex’s safety.
Judging by the looks that had been thrown at him over the last hour, she may not have been far off the mark, which probably explained why she had stayed.
Lex felt a movement at his left shoulder. Looking down, he saw the redhead settle next to him, leaning casually against the worktop.
“You think it’s time to tell them our news, boss?” she questioned.
“What? You think you can get their attention long enough?” he replied.
“Well, I think someone better,” she answered. “If that old man’s face gets any redder, he might keel over.”
Lex looked over at Jonathan; he was getting a lot more agitated than a man who was recovering from a minor bypass could afford.
Martha now stood at Jonathans side, her hand stroking his arm, trying to get him to calm down. Clark’s stance had also changed. The spark of anger and defiance gone, as he tried to placate his father long enough to sit down.
Jonathan’s heart condition was a constant worry to both Clark and Martha; despite Jonathan’s constant blusters to the contrary, getting upset was not good for him. Lex knew from personal experience the lengths that Clark would go, in order to protect his father from bad news.
“Time to break up the party,” Lex agreed.
Before he could say another word, Mercy placed two fingers in her mouth and emitted a loud shrill whistle.
This startled everyone and the noise died down abruptly. All eyes were trained on the five foot redhead. Unless he was mistaken, judging by the looks from most in the room, they hadn’t even been aware of Mercy’s presence until now.
“Ok, everybody. How about we all shut the fuck up. It’s about time someone who actually has a clue about this situation fills you in on what’s going down,” Mercy announced to the room.
“Boss?” she turned to Lex and gestured for him to take the floor.
Lex saw Pete’s mouth start to open, and decided to jump in before he could start again.
“First off, Mercy,” Lex spoke quietly and confidently. His main aim was to calm everyone in the room as much as possible. “Try and restrain the language. Sorry about that Mrs Kent.”
Lex saw Martha smile as her body relaxed slightly.
“What Mercy is trying to say,” Lex continued, “And what Clark has been trying to tell you, since we arrived…” Lex forestalled the words trying to escape Ross’s mouth with a look, “Is that we do already have information on these strangers. My people have already formed a plan of attack to both gain information on what these people want, and to ensure Clarks safety and privacy.”
“Your people!” Jonathan Kent sneered. “What plan could your people have that helps this situation? Their objective is to keep you safe in your ivory tower; they don’t give a damn about what these people want with Clark.”
“My people, Jonathan, have one job and one job only, and that is to safe guard both me and mine. As we both know, Clark falls into that category. As such, his safety is of paramount importance to them.”
Jonathan opened his mouth to refute Lex’s possessive statement. Lex stiffened in anticipation for the chaos to recommence. Before it could, Clark put his hand on his fathers arm and stalled him.
“Dad, please,” he pleaded gently. “Let Lex speak.”
Patting his sons hand gently, Jonathan exchanged a look with his wife and turned to Lex.
“Please continue, Lex.” Martha broke the silence. “I’m sure my husband didn’t mean to cast any accusations about you not having Clark’s best interest at heart. Right Jonathan?” Martha Kent turned to her husband, with the sort of look that only a woman completely confident in her place in life could deliver.
Jonathan looked at his wife, the rise of colour spreading up his neck. He grunted some sort of grudging assent, which brought a squeal of horror from Ross in the corner.
“That’s enough Pete,” Jonathan stated firmly. “Martha is..... right. Lex wouldn’t do anything that would put Clark in any danger.” Relaxing the set of his shoulders, Jonathan turned to Lex. “So what’s your plan Luthor?” he asked.
Lex briefly explained the details of the moves that had been made earlier that day to try and pre-empt the threat that these strangers had brought into their lives, with their investigations and questions.
“Basically,” Lex began “we know they want to get closer to either myself or Clark. We are assuming this is to further whatever investigation they appear to be planning. So, this morning, Mercy put out the feelers that we are in need of more security staff. A couple of personal bodyguards for Clark,” Lex smiled at the snort of disgust from Clark; that had proven to be an interesting conversation earlier. “One extra on my detail, and someone to work with Mercy on the more strategic side.
“These people,” Lex continued “have friends in the right places. Not long after the feelers were put out, there were suggestions put forward to hire these guys.”
“So what?” Jonathan interjected angrily, his temper rising again. “We are going to bring these people further into our lives? Give them open access to Clark, his life, his family? In what world do you consider that a sensible solution Luthor?”
Before Lex had a chance to reply, Mercy had taken the floor again.
“No offense Mr Kent, but you know diddly squat about personal security. I do. This is is my job, and, I’m damn good at it, and the plan if I do say so myself is genius. I don’t tell you how to grow beets, or whatever it is you grow here. So how about you afford me the same respect and allow me to do my job.”
Jonathan stared at the girl with surprise and shock on his face. Lex could see the cogs turning in his brain as he tried to figure her out. Martha, as always, was a bit more upfront.
“So how does your plan help us then?” Martha asked Mercy. “What does bringing these people further into our lives accomplish?”
“Well to start with,” Mercy replied. “The closer we keep them to us, the easier it should be to figure out what their motives are. It will be much easier to compile information on these people if they believe they have already fooled us and their guard is down.”
Mercy looked as Lex briefly, as if asking for permission to continue. At his slight nod she went on.
“Secondly, it also allows us to constantly monitor them and keep them in a position that, if they make a move on Clark then my men are in the best position to take them out.”
Lex cursed under his breath. Mercy may have been adept at gaining and holding a persons attention, but subtlety was not her strong point. He had watched the colour drain from Jonathan and Martha’s faces when she mentioned ‘making a move on Clark’, and Clark’s face had gone along similar lines when she started talking about ‘taking people out’.
“Just remember” Lex interjected “that my security staff view any measures that may cause harm to these people as a definite last resort, only to be used if they feel that Clark’s life may actually be at risk.”
Lex forestalled the comment that he knew Clark was about to make. “We’ll discuss the ins and outs of it all later, Clark. At the moment, let’s just listen to Mercy and let her people do their jobs.”
Hurting people, regardless of the cause never sat well with Clark, but he had to understand that if these people did turn out to be any type of threat, then Lex would do anything that he had to, in order to keep Clark safe.
“So basically,” Chloe interrupted, “We’re going to play the old card, keep our friends close and our enemies closer?”
“Exactly,” Lex replied. “The closer we are to these people, the easier it is to find out who they are, what they want, and why they want it. The best thing we can do tonight, is to try as hard as we can to put all this to the back of our minds until we have more information.”
Lex turned to address Jonathan and Martha. “You have my word that you will both have a daily report from Clark and myself on anything, and everything we find out about these people.”
“Yes, Chloe” Lex interjected as the blonde girl started to interrupt. “You and Pete, too.”
Lex surveyed the room and smiled slightly as the tension in his shoulders start to ease. Jonathan and Martha still looked worried, which was only to be expected.
Pete as always looked as if he was wishing Lex a horrible slow death. But the colour had come back in Jonathan’s face and Chloe looked excited at the prospect of juicy investigation details. Also, as an added bonus, no one had taken an axe to Lex’s head.
Lex turned to Clark. “So how about we head home and we all try and get a good nights sleep? Tomorrow, these people will report to the mansion for duty and we’ll see where it takes us.”
Clark smiled as he kissed his mother on the cheek, and gave his father a quick hug. After exchanging quick goodbye’s with Chloe and Pete, he walked over to Lex and slid his hand into his.
“Let’s go home,” Clark half whispered. Lex was glad that Clark didn’t see the almost involuntary grimace on Jonathan Kent’s face at the sight of his son, talking about home with a Luthor.
The anger began to rise in Lex again. He had just managed to get past this with Jonathan; he had just started to feel almost accepted, which, for Clark’s sake mattered to him. Now this popped up and reminded everyone in Clark’s life that bad things happened to Clark when he was involved with a Luthor.
Thus far, Lex had managed to maintain a convincing calm façade, but but inwardly the rage was building up at this unexpected and unwarranted intrusion into his world.
Over the last few months everything had finally slotted into place; he had Clark, Lex Corp was thriving, and Project Alexi was going exactly to plan. He had too much to lose now.
These people were not going to interfere with Lex’s plans. He would make sure of it.
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Dean sat on the bed and turned the events of the last hour over in his head.
Bobby had gotten in touch with some old sources and managed to arrange it so that, as of tomorrow, they would be walking straight into the Luthor mansion. They had been hired as security detail.
Sam would be personal bodyguard to Luthor, he and Cas were going to be with the Kent dude, and Uriel was working with someone named, of all things, Mercy.
Damn, parents could be cruel, who named their kid ‘Mercy’ it had playground beatings written all over it. Although, with the poor chick stuck with Uriel, she would be crying mercy in a few days.
God knows how Bobby had wrangled this. But Dean had long since stopped trying to figure out how Bobby managed to the things he did. He was just Bobby.
He wished Sam’s reaction had been better though. When he had come home and asked Dean if they could talk, hope had risen in Dean’s chest, and he thought that maybe they would finally be able to get everything sorted out.
Even when Bobby had called them together to deliver the news, he had felt hopeful, until the assignments had been handed out. Sam had bitched about Dean being paired with Castiel, and had said to Bobby that it would make more sense if he and Dean worked together. For once, Dean had agreed with him, but Bobby had confirmed that Luthor himself had made the assignment. Luthor had chosen Sam, so that was the way they were playing it. This was too good an opportunity to get close, they couldn’t pass it up.
Dean had turned to Sam, to make a conciliatory gesture. To tell him that it didn’t matter. They would find someplace to talk.
But when he turned around, he saw Ruby at Sam’s shoulder, her hand on his arms, whispering in his ear, and Sam. Once again, Sam was looking everywhere but Dean.
Dean sighed, as the brief hope of reconciliation died in his chest. They were right back where they started. Sam, on the opposite side of the room. Avoiding Dean’s gaze and listening only to the fucking demon whispering in his ear.
Dean wondered how the hell it had come to this, and what he was supposed to do or say to fix things.
Just as Dean opened his mouth to try, Sam walked out of the motel room with Ruby, without so much as a backward glance.
His mouth dry and tasting like ash, Dean headed to the next room.
Blocking out Bobby’s apologetic look, and Castiel’s concerned stare, he slammed the door behind him and fell on the bed. He could feel the angel’s presence almost an instant later, but he refused to turned around.
“I’m tired Cas, just leave me the fuck alone.”
Moments later, Dean turned around to find himself alone in the room again.
He uncorked the whiskey and downed a couple of gulps.
He drank fast, praying for a quick oblivion, trying to block out Sam’s resentful face.
As he finally drifted off to sleep, he could feel the red seeping into his memories; the touches of hell pushing into his mind, determined to make him feel the fire again, to taste the blood of all those he had wronged.
Before they could take a firm hold though, Dean felt them dissipate, fragmenting, and blankness overwhelmed him. His last thought before falling into a dreamless sleep was ‘thank the lord for whiskey’.
Castiel removed his hand from the hunter’s forehead once he felt him stop stirring. Within minutes the hunter was in a deep sleep.
Castiel looked down at the sleeping hunter, and wished that he could fix all of Dean’s problems as easily as he could still the monsters in his dreams.
With a sigh, the angel vanished, happy that he could help the hunter with this at least.
End of Chapter 3
In the next chapter, we learn more about Lex’s end game. The demons show themselves, Uriel and Mercy meet for the first time, and Dean is introduced to Mama Kent and her home made pie.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Author: mrstotten
Summary: A Supernatural/Smallville crossover. The last seal is about to be breached. Dean, Sam and the gang head to Smallville where one man will be faced with a choice between love and fate, that could change the world forever. .
Rating: R at present
Genre: Slash, crossover
Characters: Dean/Castiel, Clark/Lex, Sam/Ruby, Uriel, Bobby, Chloe. Clark/Lex established couple, Castiel/Dean, pre slash at present
Spoilers: All supernatural season 4 epsiodes through to ep 10. Smallville is fairly safe as it is AU
Disclaimer: none of this belongs to me, i’m only taking the characters for a walk for my own amusement
Author's note: This is a crossover story and does include male/male relationships, if this isn’t your cup of tea, step away now J This chapter, has been a long, long time coming but I had horrible writers block :( and a million other things hopefully it is worth the wait. Next chapter should be much quicker. Hugs, schnoogles and a thousand thanks to the wonderful
autumn_lilacs not onlyfor the awesome beta, the support, encouragement and for all round just being awesome. But for the help with the lj posting as lj cuts hates me :)Chapters: 3/?
Words: 5,500
Status: WIP
“Harder,” she moaned into his ear, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved together.
Sam hitched Ruby’s leg up higher, holding tightly so he wouldn’t slip and lose his grip, and thrust hard enough that it caused her body to jar against the wall. Just as he felt his own release come, he heard her make a choking, high pitched sound, before her legs became boneless.
In one fluid movement, he moved them both onto the bed.
While his breathing slowly returned to normal, a quick glance down confirmed that she had already drifted into sleep, her head buried in the crick of his shoulder. He wasn’t surprised that she was exhausted. He knew that she was wondering what was wrong with him, but over the last three hours they hadn’t come up for breath long enough for her to ask what had put him in such a foul mood.
Sam briefly wondered how many times he would have to screw her before the anger flooding through his veins went away.
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Sam’s head start to spin as he sat up.
The dark hotel room now stank of stale sweat, and the unmistakable smell that usually hung in the air after two people had spent the afternoon lost in each others bodies.
He looked down at Ruby’s still, sleeping form. It was amazing, how a demon with a soul that was as black as her eyes, could look so peaceful when she was asleep.
Her hair lay soft against her neck, and her long eyelashes left shadows, like bruises underneath her eyes. His hand made an almost involuntary movement as he looped one of her dark curls around his finger, the back of his hand lightly brushing against the soft neck on her skin. In moments like this, with his guard down he allowed himself to accept that there was something more than sex going on.
As if sensing his touch, she moved fitfully and muttered something low in her sleep.
He pulled his hand back as if burned, and stood up so quickly that it intensified the dizziness he he’s had at first sitting up.
He walked over towards the sideboard, as if putting enough distance between them would wipe these thoughts from his head. He couldn’t afford to allow himself to get emotional right now. Things were bad enough, without adding that to the mix.
He picked up his cellphone and saw that he had five messages. He dialed his voicemail and within a matter of seconds heard Dean’s voice sounding irritated and confused.
“Sam? What the fuck was that all about, you’re pissed off because of pie? Jesus! is it the time of the month or something, what the .......”
Sam hit the button to delete the message before listening to any more.
The next three all continued in the same tone, albeit getting a bit more belligerent the drunker his brother got. As he hit delete each time, he wondered how long it would take for Dean to pass out drunk, so that Sam could head back.
The fifth message was different, for a couple of seconds there was complete silence.
“Sam?” Dean’s voice, this time sounding weary and way too tired.
Although tinny, it seemed to fill the room.
“Sammy! Come on, this is ridiculous, this is all over nothing. I don’t know what’s buggin’ you, but I just want to know you’re safe. So call me back, ok?”
Sam’s eyes started to sting as he hung up without deleting.
He knew that Dean didn’t get why he had been so pissed earlier on, but this whole thing was getting so out of hand, and Sam didn’t know how to deal with it anymore.
They were standing on the losing side of an apocalyptic battle. Since he stopped using his powers like Dean had asked, he had started to get major headaches again, and now, now his brother was making googly eyes at an angel.
Sam huffed under his breath; he knew that wasn’t strictly true as he couldn’t imagine Dean making googly eyes at anyone. But the angel, he was definitely making eyes at Dean.
People always assumed that Sam was clueless when it came to these things. He was a book nerd; the perfect person to research whatever they needed looking into, but when it came to real life it was assumed that everything just sort of floated over Sam’s head.
He had never been one to notice if a pretty girl was flirting with him. Hell, Ruby had all but to jump his ass the first time they got together and even then he had been a little unsure as to what was happening until she had taken her top off and put his hands on her chest. Sam pulled back his wandering thoughts and tried to push that image out of his mind before it took him back to the bed.
So he knew it was fair to say that he wasn’t the first to pick up on these things.
But there was one exception to this rule, Dean. When it came to his brother, Sam was aware of everything, he always had been.
He saw the way girls looked at Dean, the ways guys sized him up when their girlfriends stared.
He saw the almost motherly looks that older waitresses would get when Dean tucked into their pie of the day with gusto. He saw the way Bobby would sometimes shoot him worried glances like Dean was about to vanish in a puff of smoke at any moment, and he saw the way that angel looked at Dean.
In the beginning, Sam hadn’t found the angel’s fixation with Dean that big of a deal. It had started out barely noticeable at first. Every now and then, the angel would look at Dean as if he was some sort of strange puzzle, still to be figured out.
But over the course of the last few months, those looks had then graduated to something akin to hero worship, Now Castiel looked at Dean as if he was the answer to any problem Castiel might ever have. Sam had recognised those looks, they were similar to the way he had viewed his brother most of his life.
Those looks had bothered Sam. But it had gotten worse, more recently the looks had been getting strange. He would turn around at times to find Castiel gazing (there was no other word for it) at Dean with a tenderness that would almost take his breath away.
Those looks had coincided with several events that had changed everything.
There had been two seals that they had to take care of at the same time. It had been decided that the best course of action would be to split up. Dean, Castiel and Uriel had headed to Arizona, while Sam, Ruby and Bobby had headed to Texas.
When they had met up more than two weeks later, the dynamic in the group had shifted. Dean and Sam had remained the same as always, Uriel had went right on hating everyone except for Castiel. But Bobby had been slightly more polite towards Ruby, and Dean and Castiel had, well, gelled.
Sam had noticed his brother joking around with the angel more and more. They started sitting outside on the hood of the impala and talk, they would go on food runs together. Dean had started to feel as comfortable with Castiel as he was with Sam and Bobby, and then one night everything had changed completely.
Two months ago
Sam stared around the bar and wondered how he had let Dean talk him into this.
Dean had wanted to blow off some steam and relax after a pretty ferocious couple of days fighting for a seal in Mexico. Unfortunately for Sam, nothing said relaxation more to Dean, than getting drunk, then getting laid.
So far, it was not shaping up to be either a fun or relaxing night for Sam. Ruby had disappeared in a foul temper, after Dean had started baiting her about getting Sam laid. That and the fact that Dean had dragged the two angels along with them, all added up to a night worse than a root canal with a poltergeist dentist.
They had been sitting at the bar for an hour or so, before Sam finally started to relax. Uriel had left about ten minutes ago in a fit of disgust at Dean’s behaviour, and Sam had high hopes that Castiel would be following suit, leaving him and Dean on their own. Dean was on his fifth tequila shot and was eyeing up a group of pretty, dark haired girls who had been giggling and staring over since they had come in.
Dean had been asking Castiel if angels had to take a vow of chastity as one of the girls in the group had been giving him the eye. At the angels silence, Dean had laughed and slung his arm over his shoulder. Sam had seen the angel stiffen instantly and could swear that Castiel was holding his breath as Dean had leaned in and murmured something near his ear.
Before Sam could think any more of it, Dean had removed his arm and shouted at the bartender for another round and headed over to the bar.
As Sam stared at the angel, he noticed that Castiel looked flushed. As if sensing Sam’s gaze, Castiel met his eyes briefly before excusing himself, saying he would be back shortly before heading for the door.
Sam felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, as all the looks and gestures over the last few weeks started to make sense. It was impossible, he told himself. The angel couldn’t be in love with his brother, he was a frigging angel for christ’s sake.
But as Dean came back to the table asking where Cas’ had went, Sam couldn’t stop himself from staring at his brother, as he turned it round in his head.
Despite his own low opinion of himself, if anyone could make an angel fall, it would be Dean.
It wasn’t just about his looks. Dean had the strongest, surest spirit of anyone Sam had ever known. Petty faults aside, his brother had a heart the size of Kansas, and would do anything for the people he loved. Who wouldn’t fall for Dean?
Sam made up his mind that he would keep an eye on both Dean and the angel and see where this went. He looked up and spotted Castiel on his way back to the table. Before he could reach the Dean and Sam, one of the group of girls, slightly emboldened by tequila waylaid him, and started chatting. Judging by her body language, she had very little intention of letting him go.
Sam nudged Dean and nodded his head, in the direction of Castiel and the girl, as Sam turned to his brother to make a joke, he stopped short at the look on Dean’s face.
Dean was staring over at Castiel and the girl, the expression on his face upset, borderline angry.
At that moment, Castiel looked up and met Dean’s eyes. Dean shook his head as if a fly were buzzing near it and turned to Sam.
“Hey, looks like at least one of us is getting laid,” Dean joked, but his tone was forced.
They both turned as Castiel come up beside them.
“Hey,” Dean asked “What happened to the little querida?”
Sam noticed that as soon as Castiel sat down, Dean seemed instantly more relaxed, his tone lighter.
Castiel just smiled and asked Dean if he was ready to go. He inclined his head to include Sam in the question. Sam was surprised when Dean readily complied.
As they headed toward the exit, Sam tried to ignore the feeling in his stomach, like one hundred snakes, slithering around.
Whatever this was, he didn’t like it; not one little bit.
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Since that night, Sam had started to notice other small tell tale signs. Now when Castiel shot one of those looks towards Dean, Sam had found his brother staring right back. He didn’t think his brother was aware of it, yet. But more and more often recently, Sam had found Dean looking at the angel, with a quizzical, almost tender look on his face.
It was even worse when the damn angel disappeared on one of his ‘missions from God’.
Dean would start to get edgy, short tempered, and his drinking got ten times worse. Sam had commented on it a few times but Dean had shrugged it off.
He knew his brother didn’t see it, but Sam also knew that he wasn’t the only one who had noticed.
Ruby had mentioned it; Uriel constantly made dire predictions regarding it, and even Bobby had looked at Dean and Castiel, once or twice, with a sad, almost knowing look on his face.
Everyone else saw it fairly clearly. But Dean and Castiel carried on, oblivious to what everyone else had noticed.
This alone wasn’t what had built up Sam’s resentment for the angel. It was the way Castiel seemed to monopolise Dean’s attention. Every damn time Sam turned around, Castiel seemed to be deliberately keeping Dean, at his side, and away from Sam.
Dean looked to Castiel more and more now for advice. It now seemed like Dean barely made a move without consulting the angel first, and Sam hated that.
He knew it was childish and selfish but it didn’t change his resentment at the situation. It had always been Dean and Sam. He didn’t know if he knew how to be Sam without Dean.
Now he and Dean seemed to be drifting further and further away. Each time they argued, Dean turned to the damn angel; Sam responded by burying himself in Ruby’s body and hoping it would go away.
Sam knew deep down that it wasn’t going anywhere. The only way to deal with this situation would be head on. He had to speak to Dean, to make him see that they couldn’t put all their faith in the angels like this. They had betrayed Anna; they could betray them, just as easily.
Sam headed out of the motel room, barely looking at the bed as he passed. He couldn’t afford to entangle himself further with Ruby right now. If he were to convince Dean that they should cut ties with the angels, he knew that he would have to do the same with Ruby. It wasn’t as if it meant anything really, she was a demon. It’s not as if her feelings would be hurt.
Sam smiled as resolve filled him. He had to make Dean see that it was just the two of them against the world.
He headed out into the night, back to Dean. Sam would fix this, whatever had broken between them; he would do whatever it took to make it right.
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“I still say it’s too early to panic like this.” Lex stated loudly, to no one in particular
The noise in the room didn’t abate at all, at his words. Lex sighed, he might as well have been speaking to an empty room. He surveyed the scene of chaos in Martha Kent’s normally serene kitchen, while he tried to figure out who to start with first.
Jonathan was flinging questions at Clark at a hundred miles an hour, while Clark alternated between trying to calm him down and hurling back answers. The situation wasn’t made any easier with Chloe and Pete piping in every couple of minutes.
Martha sat at the table, seemingly unhearing, lost in her own thought, her face set and pensive.
The only figure in the room who seemed remotely relaxed was Mercy. She was leaning against the worktop, filing her nails and watching the whole scene with an air of detached interest.
The whole thing could almost be amusing; almost. Only the worried look on Martha Kent’s face and the distress in Clark’s eyes, as he tried to calm down his father, stopped Lex from being able to take any enjoyment out of the three ring circus style proceedings.
He rubbed his eyes wearily and tried to place the smell tickling his nostrils. It was a mixture of lilacs and apple pie.
Lex remembered Clark mentioning once, that the smell of lilacs and home made pie always made him feel safe.
They were triggers to memories of home; of parents who worshipped him, of kisses to soothe bad dreams, and of hurt feelings. Those smells took Clark back to a time where his father was seven feet tall, and his mother was the most beautiful woman on the planet. Lex had kissed the tip of his nose and smiled at him; he had understood the feelings, although he had no similar memories to compare them to.
This room was the reason Clark felt that way. With the exception of his barn, this room, more than any other, was Clark’s safe haven.
It was his retreat from a world where everything had to be hidden, where secrets had to be kept.
Lex caught Clark’s eye and saw the panic flare as his father got more and more worked up.
Lex felt the weight of responsibility lay heavy on him. This was Clark’s sanctuary and he had taken it away before. The first time had been the night they stood in this kitchen and told Jonathan and Martha that they were in love and were moving in together.
Come to think of it, this was actually fairly mild compared to that night.
The words that had been spoken that night had taken a long time to heal. Lex knew that Jonathan was still far from thrilled at his presence in Clark’s life. But for the sake of the man they both loved, they had found a common ground of mutual tolerance.
Clark had started visiting the farm almost daily again. This kitchen, his home had once again seemed like home again. Until tonight.
Until Chloe had decided that the Kent’s had a right to know that there were people in town investigating their son. Until Clark and Lex had arrived for dinner, only to be greeted with worried recriminations from Martha, defiant objections from Chloe and a thousand questions from Jonathan and Pete.
Of course, the moment that Jonathan and Pete both had attacked Lex, Clark had jumped into the fray.
After that, bedlam ensued. So much so, that Mercy had actually left her post to come and investigate, worried that there might have been some sort of threat to Lex’s safety.
Judging by the looks that had been thrown at him over the last hour, she may not have been far off the mark, which probably explained why she had stayed.
Lex felt a movement at his left shoulder. Looking down, he saw the redhead settle next to him, leaning casually against the worktop.
“You think it’s time to tell them our news, boss?” she questioned.
“What? You think you can get their attention long enough?” he replied.
“Well, I think someone better,” she answered. “If that old man’s face gets any redder, he might keel over.”
Lex looked over at Jonathan; he was getting a lot more agitated than a man who was recovering from a minor bypass could afford.
Martha now stood at Jonathans side, her hand stroking his arm, trying to get him to calm down. Clark’s stance had also changed. The spark of anger and defiance gone, as he tried to placate his father long enough to sit down.
Jonathan’s heart condition was a constant worry to both Clark and Martha; despite Jonathan’s constant blusters to the contrary, getting upset was not good for him. Lex knew from personal experience the lengths that Clark would go, in order to protect his father from bad news.
“Time to break up the party,” Lex agreed.
Before he could say another word, Mercy placed two fingers in her mouth and emitted a loud shrill whistle.
This startled everyone and the noise died down abruptly. All eyes were trained on the five foot redhead. Unless he was mistaken, judging by the looks from most in the room, they hadn’t even been aware of Mercy’s presence until now.
“Ok, everybody. How about we all shut the fuck up. It’s about time someone who actually has a clue about this situation fills you in on what’s going down,” Mercy announced to the room.
“Boss?” she turned to Lex and gestured for him to take the floor.
Lex saw Pete’s mouth start to open, and decided to jump in before he could start again.
“First off, Mercy,” Lex spoke quietly and confidently. His main aim was to calm everyone in the room as much as possible. “Try and restrain the language. Sorry about that Mrs Kent.”
Lex saw Martha smile as her body relaxed slightly.
“What Mercy is trying to say,” Lex continued, “And what Clark has been trying to tell you, since we arrived…” Lex forestalled the words trying to escape Ross’s mouth with a look, “Is that we do already have information on these strangers. My people have already formed a plan of attack to both gain information on what these people want, and to ensure Clarks safety and privacy.”
“Your people!” Jonathan Kent sneered. “What plan could your people have that helps this situation? Their objective is to keep you safe in your ivory tower; they don’t give a damn about what these people want with Clark.”
“My people, Jonathan, have one job and one job only, and that is to safe guard both me and mine. As we both know, Clark falls into that category. As such, his safety is of paramount importance to them.”
Jonathan opened his mouth to refute Lex’s possessive statement. Lex stiffened in anticipation for the chaos to recommence. Before it could, Clark put his hand on his fathers arm and stalled him.
“Dad, please,” he pleaded gently. “Let Lex speak.”
Patting his sons hand gently, Jonathan exchanged a look with his wife and turned to Lex.
“Please continue, Lex.” Martha broke the silence. “I’m sure my husband didn’t mean to cast any accusations about you not having Clark’s best interest at heart. Right Jonathan?” Martha Kent turned to her husband, with the sort of look that only a woman completely confident in her place in life could deliver.
Jonathan looked at his wife, the rise of colour spreading up his neck. He grunted some sort of grudging assent, which brought a squeal of horror from Ross in the corner.
“That’s enough Pete,” Jonathan stated firmly. “Martha is..... right. Lex wouldn’t do anything that would put Clark in any danger.” Relaxing the set of his shoulders, Jonathan turned to Lex. “So what’s your plan Luthor?” he asked.
Lex briefly explained the details of the moves that had been made earlier that day to try and pre-empt the threat that these strangers had brought into their lives, with their investigations and questions.
“Basically,” Lex began “we know they want to get closer to either myself or Clark. We are assuming this is to further whatever investigation they appear to be planning. So, this morning, Mercy put out the feelers that we are in need of more security staff. A couple of personal bodyguards for Clark,” Lex smiled at the snort of disgust from Clark; that had proven to be an interesting conversation earlier. “One extra on my detail, and someone to work with Mercy on the more strategic side.
“These people,” Lex continued “have friends in the right places. Not long after the feelers were put out, there were suggestions put forward to hire these guys.”
“So what?” Jonathan interjected angrily, his temper rising again. “We are going to bring these people further into our lives? Give them open access to Clark, his life, his family? In what world do you consider that a sensible solution Luthor?”
Before Lex had a chance to reply, Mercy had taken the floor again.
“No offense Mr Kent, but you know diddly squat about personal security. I do. This is is my job, and, I’m damn good at it, and the plan if I do say so myself is genius. I don’t tell you how to grow beets, or whatever it is you grow here. So how about you afford me the same respect and allow me to do my job.”
Jonathan stared at the girl with surprise and shock on his face. Lex could see the cogs turning in his brain as he tried to figure her out. Martha, as always, was a bit more upfront.
“So how does your plan help us then?” Martha asked Mercy. “What does bringing these people further into our lives accomplish?”
“Well to start with,” Mercy replied. “The closer we keep them to us, the easier it should be to figure out what their motives are. It will be much easier to compile information on these people if they believe they have already fooled us and their guard is down.”
Mercy looked as Lex briefly, as if asking for permission to continue. At his slight nod she went on.
“Secondly, it also allows us to constantly monitor them and keep them in a position that, if they make a move on Clark then my men are in the best position to take them out.”
Lex cursed under his breath. Mercy may have been adept at gaining and holding a persons attention, but subtlety was not her strong point. He had watched the colour drain from Jonathan and Martha’s faces when she mentioned ‘making a move on Clark’, and Clark’s face had gone along similar lines when she started talking about ‘taking people out’.
“Just remember” Lex interjected “that my security staff view any measures that may cause harm to these people as a definite last resort, only to be used if they feel that Clark’s life may actually be at risk.”
Lex forestalled the comment that he knew Clark was about to make. “We’ll discuss the ins and outs of it all later, Clark. At the moment, let’s just listen to Mercy and let her people do their jobs.”
Hurting people, regardless of the cause never sat well with Clark, but he had to understand that if these people did turn out to be any type of threat, then Lex would do anything that he had to, in order to keep Clark safe.
“So basically,” Chloe interrupted, “We’re going to play the old card, keep our friends close and our enemies closer?”
“Exactly,” Lex replied. “The closer we are to these people, the easier it is to find out who they are, what they want, and why they want it. The best thing we can do tonight, is to try as hard as we can to put all this to the back of our minds until we have more information.”
Lex turned to address Jonathan and Martha. “You have my word that you will both have a daily report from Clark and myself on anything, and everything we find out about these people.”
“Yes, Chloe” Lex interjected as the blonde girl started to interrupt. “You and Pete, too.”
Lex surveyed the room and smiled slightly as the tension in his shoulders start to ease. Jonathan and Martha still looked worried, which was only to be expected.
Pete as always looked as if he was wishing Lex a horrible slow death. But the colour had come back in Jonathan’s face and Chloe looked excited at the prospect of juicy investigation details. Also, as an added bonus, no one had taken an axe to Lex’s head.
Lex turned to Clark. “So how about we head home and we all try and get a good nights sleep? Tomorrow, these people will report to the mansion for duty and we’ll see where it takes us.”
Clark smiled as he kissed his mother on the cheek, and gave his father a quick hug. After exchanging quick goodbye’s with Chloe and Pete, he walked over to Lex and slid his hand into his.
“Let’s go home,” Clark half whispered. Lex was glad that Clark didn’t see the almost involuntary grimace on Jonathan Kent’s face at the sight of his son, talking about home with a Luthor.
The anger began to rise in Lex again. He had just managed to get past this with Jonathan; he had just started to feel almost accepted, which, for Clark’s sake mattered to him. Now this popped up and reminded everyone in Clark’s life that bad things happened to Clark when he was involved with a Luthor.
Thus far, Lex had managed to maintain a convincing calm façade, but but inwardly the rage was building up at this unexpected and unwarranted intrusion into his world.
Over the last few months everything had finally slotted into place; he had Clark, Lex Corp was thriving, and Project Alexi was going exactly to plan. He had too much to lose now.
These people were not going to interfere with Lex’s plans. He would make sure of it.
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Dean sat on the bed and turned the events of the last hour over in his head.
Bobby had gotten in touch with some old sources and managed to arrange it so that, as of tomorrow, they would be walking straight into the Luthor mansion. They had been hired as security detail.
Sam would be personal bodyguard to Luthor, he and Cas were going to be with the Kent dude, and Uriel was working with someone named, of all things, Mercy.
Damn, parents could be cruel, who named their kid ‘Mercy’ it had playground beatings written all over it. Although, with the poor chick stuck with Uriel, she would be crying mercy in a few days.
God knows how Bobby had wrangled this. But Dean had long since stopped trying to figure out how Bobby managed to the things he did. He was just Bobby.
He wished Sam’s reaction had been better though. When he had come home and asked Dean if they could talk, hope had risen in Dean’s chest, and he thought that maybe they would finally be able to get everything sorted out.
Even when Bobby had called them together to deliver the news, he had felt hopeful, until the assignments had been handed out. Sam had bitched about Dean being paired with Castiel, and had said to Bobby that it would make more sense if he and Dean worked together. For once, Dean had agreed with him, but Bobby had confirmed that Luthor himself had made the assignment. Luthor had chosen Sam, so that was the way they were playing it. This was too good an opportunity to get close, they couldn’t pass it up.
Dean had turned to Sam, to make a conciliatory gesture. To tell him that it didn’t matter. They would find someplace to talk.
But when he turned around, he saw Ruby at Sam’s shoulder, her hand on his arms, whispering in his ear, and Sam. Once again, Sam was looking everywhere but Dean.
Dean sighed, as the brief hope of reconciliation died in his chest. They were right back where they started. Sam, on the opposite side of the room. Avoiding Dean’s gaze and listening only to the fucking demon whispering in his ear.
Dean wondered how the hell it had come to this, and what he was supposed to do or say to fix things.
Just as Dean opened his mouth to try, Sam walked out of the motel room with Ruby, without so much as a backward glance.
His mouth dry and tasting like ash, Dean headed to the next room.
Blocking out Bobby’s apologetic look, and Castiel’s concerned stare, he slammed the door behind him and fell on the bed. He could feel the angel’s presence almost an instant later, but he refused to turned around.
“I’m tired Cas, just leave me the fuck alone.”
Moments later, Dean turned around to find himself alone in the room again.
He uncorked the whiskey and downed a couple of gulps.
He drank fast, praying for a quick oblivion, trying to block out Sam’s resentful face.
As he finally drifted off to sleep, he could feel the red seeping into his memories; the touches of hell pushing into his mind, determined to make him feel the fire again, to taste the blood of all those he had wronged.
Before they could take a firm hold though, Dean felt them dissipate, fragmenting, and blankness overwhelmed him. His last thought before falling into a dreamless sleep was ‘thank the lord for whiskey’.
Castiel removed his hand from the hunter’s forehead once he felt him stop stirring. Within minutes the hunter was in a deep sleep.
Castiel looked down at the sleeping hunter, and wished that he could fix all of Dean’s problems as easily as he could still the monsters in his dreams.
With a sigh, the angel vanished, happy that he could help the hunter with this at least.
End of Chapter 3
In the next chapter, we learn more about Lex’s end game. The demons show themselves, Uriel and Mercy meet for the first time, and Dean is introduced to Mama Kent and her home made pie.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
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Date: 2009-02-25 12:06 pm (UTC)1. You start off with a bang...so to speak. ;)
2. You've put in hints of beginning Dean/Castiel, and since you've corrupted me that's a very good thing.
3. The whole scene in the kitchen - the descriptions of it as Clark's haven, the mention of Jonathan's heart condition and what needed to be done to to calm him down, Lex's take charge attitude and correction of Mercy's language, and the reference to the 'missing scene' I got for my birthday
4. The schemeing on both sides that is going to get all the boys where they need to be.
5. Castiel's caring gesture at the end
Sigh, so many good things. There were more, but those are the ones that really stuck out for me.
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Date: 2009-02-25 01:43 pm (UTC)Yes I most certainly did start off with a *ahem* Bang :)
Double yay on the Dean/Cas corruption :D how pretty is my boys :D
I'm so glad you liked the kitchen scene, the msallville parts were giving me major headaches and I so wanted to get them right, so I'm really glad you liked :)
Yes, I like scheming Lex, just needs to be careful with what he is scheming :)
Castiel is LOVE :) :)
Yay again that you liked.
thanks so much for commenting hon {{{{hugs}}}}
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Date: 2009-02-25 01:26 pm (UTC)Great job hon!
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Date: 2009-02-25 01:43 pm (UTC)Thanks very much for you comment :D :D :D
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Date: 2009-02-25 10:19 pm (UTC)haha, really, I totally adore your Sam voice here, and how is concerned and jealous for his brother!
and the scene with the kents and lex and mercy in the kitchen was also awesome!
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Date: 2009-02-26 09:14 am (UTC)Thanks so much for the comments :D
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Date: 2009-02-26 01:17 am (UTC)In one fluid movement, he moved them both onto the bed. HOMG, that's really hot. And, it goes with my theory about how many bags of groceries Sam could carry in at one time :-)
Like I said,I don't know who Mercy is because I don't watch Smallville, but I LOVE HER STYLE. I can't wait until Uriel and Mercy get together. *rubs hands together in evol glee*
This was the best chapter yet!! You did a good job getting over your writer's block, girl. Bring on Chapter Four!
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Date: 2009-02-26 09:13 am (UTC)I'm going with 10 bags ;) you gotta love those arms.
Mercy is canon from the superman comics (yes I am a complete geek) she is sort of Lex Luthos bodyguard. I think they are hinting at a new character in Smallville being her, but they haven't come right out with it, and my Mercy is much more kick ass :D
Thank you so much {{{{hugs}}}}
Mags
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Date: 2009-02-26 07:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-27 03:42 pm (UTC)Uriel and Mercy's first meet is memorable to say the least and the chapter with this meeting is with my beta right now, so hopefully will be up shortly.
I'm glad you're enjoying :)
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Date: 2009-02-27 03:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-27 03:44 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for commenting, especially such a lovely comment