Choices Chapter 4
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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 power, that could change the world forever.
Rating: G - 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 episodes through to ep 14. 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. Beta’d by the wonderful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
autumn_lilacs The beta every gal should have *schnoogles*
In this chapter, plans are underway, Mercy and Uriel meet, Dean meets the woman of his dreams (pity he’s now hot for a guy angel) and someone trusted shows their true hand.
Chapters: 4/?
Words: 3,600
Status: WIP
The study was in almost total darkness.
A tiny pinprick of light, coming from the table lamp, was the only illumination in the room.
Lex felt his eyes start to sting as he stared at the photographs in front of him again.
Lex was an analytical thinker; practiced in taking the pieces of even the most complex puzzle, and fitting them together. This time however, he was finding it hard to control his emotions long enough to form any logical thoughts.
These people were a risk to everything that he had planned. For himself, for Clark, and for Smallville. He had spent a long time nudging all the elements of his once fledgling idea together, and now, it was on the brink of completion.
He had the man that he loved at his side, and soon, the name Luthor would be synonymous with greatness.
All that stood in his way were these people, and their agenda.
He hadn’t been entirely truthful with Clark about not knowing the motives behind their sudden appearance in Smallville, but then again, he had learned early on that as much as he loved him, he couldn’t always be entirely truthful with Clark.
Clark saw everything in black and white. With Clark, doing the right thing was paramount to everything, and he had never had any problem deciding what the right thing was.
Lex however, never had the luxury of black and white. He had been raised in a world permanently stained with grey.
As a result, he knew that sometimes hard decisions had to be made, to protect Clark, Lex Corp, and sometimes to further Lex’s plans. These decisions rarely came wrapped in a neat little parcels, and Lex had resigned himself to being the one to make the hard choices. Leaving Clark out of these decisions was not to deceive him, but to shield him from the realities that life can sometimes bring; the pain that can come, when one has to make a choice with no possible happy outcome.
Sometimes he felt bad about it. When he looked at Clark and saw the trust and faith that shone in those eyes, Lex would feel the guilt crawling in his gut, but it would usually be pushed to the side with the knowledge that what he was doing was for Clark.
Everything he ever did was for Clark.
Lex heard the footfalls on the stairs and slid the photographs back into the file. He looked up and smiled as he saw Clark framed in the doorway.
He was wearing a simple pair of sweats, riding low on his hips. His hair was tousled with sleep and ended up more so, as he ruffled his fingers through it while stifling a yawn with this his other hand.
He gave Lex a sleepy smile, and Lex wondered, not for the first time, how he had ever gotten as lucky as he had.
“What are you doing sitting in the dark?” Clark asked, his voice slightly husky with sleep.
“I’m not in the dark,” Lex replied, inclining his head towards the small table light.
Clark laughed, the sound half amused, half exasperated. He sat down in the chair opposite Lex, his movements so relaxed that he looked as if he was about to drift off to sleep again any minute
“Fine,” Clark said. “What are you doing sitting up, in almost total darkness at…” Clark glanced at the small carriage clock on the table, “Sheesh, 4am. Come to bed Lex. Whatever you are working on, can wait until the morning.”
Clark stood up and waited expectantly for Lex to rise.
Lex sighed as he did so. Clark, when he wanted to be was as stubborn as a mule, besides he was getting pretty tired.
“What were you working on anyway?” Clark asked as they headed up stairs.
As always, when he was being slightly economical with the truth, Lex chose to stick to as close to the facts as he could. “I was reviewing the file on our new employees actually,” he answered. “Getting ready for tomorrow.”
“Ah, right,” Clark replied “Our new bodyguards. At one time does my new bald boyfriend arrive tomorrow?” He joked as they headed into the bedroom.
Clark slid into bed, watching Lex get undressed as he leaned back against the pillow, his arm slung behind his head.
“Well,” Lex replied. “After our earlier discussion, I decided to maybe change things around a bit. After all, how did you put it? Oh yes, you ‘like them bald’. So I decided to keep you from temptation and reassign yours,” Lex smiled as Clark snorted.
“Come on, Lex,” Clark interjected, “You must have known I was joking.”
Lex smiled as he climbed into bed. As he moved closer to Clark, he sensed the set tense of Clark’s body and realised that Clark was actually worried that Lex had taken him seriously.
“Of course I know you were joking Clark,” Lex answered. Clarks body relaxed against him.
“I’ve actually reassigned him to Mercy, because according to his records, he is a ‘security specialist’ so I figured that he would fit in well with Mercy’s crack squad,” Lex explained.
Clark settled himself into the crook of Lex’s shoulder.
“So who have you reassigned to me, now that you have given away my hot bald dude,” Clark joked. “And what exactly are their names anyway, since I don’t know how far we’ll get if we refer to them as the ‘bald dude and his hot friends’.”
Lex smiled down at Clark.
“You’re really spending way too much time with Chloe, Clark.” Lex said.
When he looked at Clark’s face, Lex realised that they weren’t going to get any sleep until he shared a little more information.
“Ok, the two assigned to you are Dean Young and Castiel Evans,” Lex answered. “Both are ex military. Young’s expertise is in weapons and defense. Evans is apparently, a ‘weapons and tactics expert’. Although it is impossible to know how much of that is true.
Clark nodded, the concerned look on his face, making the anger rise again in Lex.
“What about the other two?” Clark asked.
“Well,” Lex continued. “The guy I’ve assigned to Mercy is Uriel Rudd, a security specialist. According to his resume, he handles the more ‘difficult assignments’ and is fully trained in weapons and tactics.”
“The one I have shadowing me is Samuel Young, he is more of a researcher, although he has apparently had full weapons training and some ‘special’ skills whatever that means. He also happens to be abnormally tall, and pretty darn cute in the wholesome kind of way. Just my type,” Lex teased.
He laughed, as Clark bit him slightly in the crook of his neck.
“What?” Lex laughed, “You said you liked them bald, and I think it is no secret, that I have a thing for tall, dark haired guys with…” Lex’s voice trailed off as Clark bit his earlobe.
“Enough.” Clark growled into Lex’s ear.
Lex felt his head start to spin whenClark’s mouth travelled down his neck. He buried his hands in Clark’s hair and guided his head back up. As he felt Clarks mouth open up over his own, Lex gave up on any pretence of teasing as he deepened the kiss.
He knew he should have come to bed earlier.
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“This is never going to work,” Sam stated.
Dean sighed as the voice of doom started again. Man, he loved his little brother, but when he was in full blown emo mode, he was a pain in the ass.
“We’ve gone over this a million times, Sam,” Dean replied. “This is Bobby’s plan, have you ever known one of Bobby’s plans not to work?”
Dean glanced over at his brother; Sam’s shoulders were set and tense, the look on his face downright miserable.
Dean took a deep breath. “Look, I know you aren’t one hundred percent thrilled with this case, or with this assignment. But we have hit a brick wall here. None of the information we have on Kent or Luthor is leading us anywhere. We don’t know where the fuck the next seal is, what they’re planning to do with it, and how the fuck we are supposed to stop them.”
Dean walked over to Sam and grasped his brother’s shoulders.
Dean caught Sam’s gaze and held it; refusing to let Sam look away for once. The misery in Sam’s eyes almost broke Dean’s heart. Dean pushed the feeling down and tried to convince Sam again.
“This is it Sammy.” Dean stated. “The last seal. Our last chance to save the world from going to hell, literally. So whether we like it or not, we gotta go with what we’ve got here, and what we’ve got, is an open ticket into enemy camp. From now on these guys won’t eat, move or shit, without one of us by their side, which will make finding out what they are up to a damn sight easier.”
Dean watched the resolution settle on Sam’s face. Dean relaxed and let out the breath he hadn’t even known he was holding.
“You’re right,” Sam replied “I know you’re right. It’s just, I would have preferred to be working with you on this one. I’m not too keen on working alone with Luthor, something about him doesn’t sit right with me”
“What?” Dean laughed, “You don’t want to be alone with Luthor? Well that figures, you are kinda his type.”
Sam scowled. “What are you talking about Dean, his type for what?”
“Well, you know” Dean replied “You do bear more than a passing resemblance to Kent. Dark hair, dorky smile, freakishly tall. Are you scared Luthor’s going to try something? Worried about a little sexual harassment in the work place?”
Dean sat down on the bed, still smirking as he started to clean his gun.
Sam stood next to the bed, his mouth opening and closing like a guppy fish.
“Dude,” Sam finally answered, “That’s… ridiculous.” Sam sank back onto his chair an annoyed grimace on his face.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” Dean joked. “Just remember, Sammy, if he goes for the naughty spots: Just. Say. No.”
“You’re a dick.” Sam stated.
“Ok, princess.”
“Asshole.”
“Bitch.”
“Dick.”
“You used that one already.”
Dean grinned as Sam shook his head and smiled at him.
As Sam headed out the room, Dean started to whistle happily as he finished cleaning his gun.
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“This is where Lex Luthor lives?” Dean asked as they got out of the car.
In front of them was a small farmhouse. Surrounded by acres of land, it was painted a soft yellow. The only sign of money here, was the limousine parked in the drive. It looked strange and out of place in such a simple setting.
Uriel snorted as he got out of the back seat.
“No,” Castiel answered as he came to stand next to Dean. “This is the Kent family home. This is where we are to meet Clark Kent, and where Uriel will be meeting with Ms. Greaves.”
Uriel snorted again in derision. “I once again, must insist on raising my objections to this infantile and ineffective plan.” Uriel stated.
Dean framed a retort in his head, but before the words could even leave his mouth, Castiel had already replied.
“I understand brother,” Castiel answered gently. “I know you are unhappy with both the plan and the arrangements. But this is the best chance we have. Lilith is closing in on the last seal and we cannot afford to let any opportunity to obtain the knowledge to stop her, slip from our grasp”
Dean felt an odd sense of déjà vu go through him at Cas’s words. But the uncomfortable feeling was knocked out of his head by Uriel’s next words.
“You’re right,” Uriel conceded. “The plan is just or Father would have told us otherwise. It’s just the idea of working for one of these….”
“Enough.” Castiel’s voice was firm this time; the undertone clear that he wasn’t arguing it further.
“This plan rests on us fitting into our assigned positions here Uriel,” Castiel continued, “That requires, patience, perseverance and taking orders from the human you have been assigned to. Those that are hired to work do not have the luxury of belittling their employers, calling them names, or refusing orders. You must work for Ms Greaves as if you are receiving the orders from our Father Himself. That is the only way this will work. Do you understand?” Castiel asked.
The two angels stared at each other intently before Uriel gave a single curt nod in assent.
Before anything else could be said, a small red haired woman exited the farm and started walking towards them.
Dean barely had time to cast an appreciative glance over her before she reached them.
“Where the fuck have you been?” she demanded belligerently.
Before any of them could answer, she went on.
“Never mind. You two.” she pointed at Dean and Castiel. “They’re waiting for you in there.” she said, pointing towards the farmhouse.
“You,” she ordered, gesturing at Uriel. “Get in the car.” Without waiting for a reply from any of them, she headed towards the limo, opening the drivers door.
Uriel stood still as if shell shocked.
Dean could almost sympathise. Almost
The red head turned back round and glared at him.
“Great,” she stated. “Lex assigned me the brawn with no brains.” She looked at Uriel directly, Castiel and Dean already dismissed from her mind.
“Are you stupid, deaf or just incapable of following orders?” she asked Uriel aggressively.
Again, without waiting for a reply, she answered herself.
“Whatever, I don’t really give a fuck which one it is. Get. In. The. Car.” she climbed into the driver’s seat, fully expecting Uriel to comply instantly.
Dean looked back and forth from the tiny red head to the furious angel. He could feel the anger radiating from Uriel in waves so intense, that he was surprised the girl hadn’t already burned up on the spot. Dean had been known to push a few… well more than a few, of Uriel’s buttons. But he had never seen him this pissed.
Just when he expected the smiting to start, Castiel touched Uriel arm gently.
“Remember what I said brother.” Castiel soothed. “It’s our Fathers orders you are following here. No one else.”
Dean watched as Uriel deflated. He sighed and headed towards the car, just as Mercy started blasting the horn.
Uriel climbed into the passenger seat, and the car screeched away from the farm.
Dean looked at Castiel and raised his eyebrows.
Castiel smiled slightly “She’ll be fine,” Castiel said.
“Yeah,” Dean replied. “I’m sure she will, but will he?”
Castiel smile widened “Do you care?” he asked Dean curiously.
“Hell no,” Dean snorted. “About damn time someone took the pompous son of a bitch down a notch or two.”
Castiel shook his head, still smiling. “He means well, Dean,” Castiel insisted.
“Yeah?” Dean answered dubiously. “Well you know what they say the road of good intentions.” he retorted.
Castiel chuckled slightly. “One day, both of you are going to realise how badly you have underestimated each other,” he responded. “I hope I’m around to see it.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Dean replied, smiling as they fell into step with each other.
They both headed over to the farmhouse. Castiel rapped on the door, and they heard a female voice beckon them to come inside.
As they entered, Dean wished for a moment that he could be a fly on the wall of that limo. Whatever was going on there, had to be a whole lot more fun than a damn farm. Before Dean’s thoughts went any further, something pulled him up short.
The most heavenly smell drifted past his nostrils, and he looked around the bright kitchen.
Sunlight was streaming through the windows, framing the table in the centre of the room. It was covered with a red and white checkered linen cloth. A large vase of flowers sat next to a towering batch of cookies and muffins.
Everything about the table seemed warm, rustic and cozy. It was the type of table he pictured a family sitting down at together, to eat dinner each evening. Dean’s usual experience of a sit down dinner was a greasy diner, or something wrapped in plastic, wolfed down in the drivers seat, on the road to the next hunt.
Dean’s attention was drawn away from the table to the woman standing next to it.
The sunlight had bathed in a warm golden glow, and hot damn, she was gorgeous. In her mid forties, with the type of soft, warm beauty that only grows with age. She would turn heads in the street, faster than most girls half her age.
His gaze moved from her face, to her oven glove covered hands, as she placed on the table, right next to the muffins and cookies, the biggest pie that Dean had ever seen.
“Would you boys like some pie?” the pie goddess asked.
Dean stood speechless for several seconds, before glancing at Castiel in awe.
“Dude,” he whispered. “"Am I dead? Uh...again?"
Before Castiel could answer, Dean decided that he didn’t care, he wasn’t turning down free pie.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Dean replied, pulling up a chair.
He liked this job already.
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“Are you sure everything is in place?” The young girl asked of the man in front of her.
“Positive,” he replied. “Luthor has been made aware of the threat and has put steps in place to keep the Winchester and their angels busy.”
“What if this allows them to get too close?” she questioned.
“It won’t,” he answered confidently. “Luthor is too smart, and way too distrusting of others to allow them near anything. Hell, Kent himself has no idea what Luthor is planning and the plans revolve around Kent. Trust me, this will keep the hunters out of our way, and if anything, this will move his time table up to get this job done faster.”
“And you are sure no one suspects you?” the girl queried. “They haven’t noticed anything out of the ordinary?”
The man laughed, the sound distorting his normal warm voice.
“Relax, Clark Kent would cut out his own heart, before he would believe one of his own would betray him. Besides, they all think this has something to do with his freakish powers; they wouldn’t know a demon if it bit them in the ass. Besides, this vessel is trusted, implicity. His memories and emotions have also given me a good idea of how to act around them. They don’t suspect a thing.”
“Good,” the girl replied. “Report back to me on Saturday, let me know what the Winchesters are up to.”
She left and the man opened the car door, intending to get inside. He groaned inwardly, when he recognised the blonde haired girl, briskly walking towards him
“Hey!” Chloe called cheerfully, a bright and chipper look on her face.
Everything about the girl was too much. She was too passionate, too intense, too sincere. The girl gave him a headache every time she was near. She contained the type of fire that made his hands itch with the desire to snuff it out. Humans were so fragile, one swift turn of her neck, and those bright eyes would go lifeless; the never ceasing, prattling mouth would fall silent.
He felt his hands twitch and pulled himself back from his thoughts. There would be enough time for that, after the seal had opened. Plenty of time then to watch her scream.
“So, how is our super secret spy mission going?” Chloe asked with a smile. “Have you heard anything yet?”
“No, not yet,” he replied shortly. “I’m heading to the farm right now. I’m sure as soon as there is anything to know, we’ll find out.”
Chloe’s face dropped slightly at his abrupt tone of voice.
He struggled to regain his composure as he tried to get back into character.
“Look Chloe, I’m sorry,” he said. He patted the girls arm in an affectionate gesture, ignoring the way it made his skin crawl.
He smiled when the gesture had the desired effect and the blonde brightened. “I’m sure Clark is going to be fine. He has so many people looking out for him, it would be impossible for him not to be fine.”
Chloe’s smile brightened further.
“You’re right,” she nodded. “If Clark is still out at the farm, can you tell him I’ll be by later for an update?”
“Sure thing,” he replied, climbing into the driver’s seat. “You sure you don’t want to come up just now and I’ll give you a lift?” he asked.
“No thanks.” she answered cheerily, “I have a million and one things to do. I’ll stop by later”
“Ok then.” he smiled. “You take care of yourself.”
He climbed into the truck, eager to get away from the vile girl. That was the problem with being surrounded with human filth. They contaminated the air, making it cloying. Their putrid sense of goodness filling his mouth like ashes, until all he wanted to do was rip them to pieces.
“I will. Bye, Mr. Kent!” Chloe called out.
“Bye, Chloe” he waved. He watched the girl walk away then climbed into the van, glad to finally be away from the girls cloying presence. As he drove away, the feral grin on his face twisted the normally kind features of his vessels face, into something grotesque.
He started to whistle as he headed back to the Kent farm.
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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 power, that could change the world forever.
Rating: G - 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 episodes through to ep 14. 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. Beta’d by the wonderful
autumn_lilacs The beta every gal should have *schnoogles*In this chapter, plans are underway, Mercy and Uriel meet, Dean meets the woman of his dreams (pity he’s now hot for a guy angel) and someone trusted shows their true hand.
Chapters: 4/?
Words: 3,600
Status: WIP
The study was in almost total darkness.
A tiny pinprick of light, coming from the table lamp, was the only illumination in the room.
Lex felt his eyes start to sting as he stared at the photographs in front of him again.
Lex was an analytical thinker; practiced in taking the pieces of even the most complex puzzle, and fitting them together. This time however, he was finding it hard to control his emotions long enough to form any logical thoughts.
These people were a risk to everything that he had planned. For himself, for Clark, and for Smallville. He had spent a long time nudging all the elements of his once fledgling idea together, and now, it was on the brink of completion.
He had the man that he loved at his side, and soon, the name Luthor would be synonymous with greatness.
All that stood in his way were these people, and their agenda.
He hadn’t been entirely truthful with Clark about not knowing the motives behind their sudden appearance in Smallville, but then again, he had learned early on that as much as he loved him, he couldn’t always be entirely truthful with Clark.
Clark saw everything in black and white. With Clark, doing the right thing was paramount to everything, and he had never had any problem deciding what the right thing was.
Lex however, never had the luxury of black and white. He had been raised in a world permanently stained with grey.
As a result, he knew that sometimes hard decisions had to be made, to protect Clark, Lex Corp, and sometimes to further Lex’s plans. These decisions rarely came wrapped in a neat little parcels, and Lex had resigned himself to being the one to make the hard choices. Leaving Clark out of these decisions was not to deceive him, but to shield him from the realities that life can sometimes bring; the pain that can come, when one has to make a choice with no possible happy outcome.
Sometimes he felt bad about it. When he looked at Clark and saw the trust and faith that shone in those eyes, Lex would feel the guilt crawling in his gut, but it would usually be pushed to the side with the knowledge that what he was doing was for Clark.
Everything he ever did was for Clark.
Lex heard the footfalls on the stairs and slid the photographs back into the file. He looked up and smiled as he saw Clark framed in the doorway.
He was wearing a simple pair of sweats, riding low on his hips. His hair was tousled with sleep and ended up more so, as he ruffled his fingers through it while stifling a yawn with this his other hand.
He gave Lex a sleepy smile, and Lex wondered, not for the first time, how he had ever gotten as lucky as he had.
“What are you doing sitting in the dark?” Clark asked, his voice slightly husky with sleep.
“I’m not in the dark,” Lex replied, inclining his head towards the small table light.
Clark laughed, the sound half amused, half exasperated. He sat down in the chair opposite Lex, his movements so relaxed that he looked as if he was about to drift off to sleep again any minute
“Fine,” Clark said. “What are you doing sitting up, in almost total darkness at…” Clark glanced at the small carriage clock on the table, “Sheesh, 4am. Come to bed Lex. Whatever you are working on, can wait until the morning.”
Clark stood up and waited expectantly for Lex to rise.
Lex sighed as he did so. Clark, when he wanted to be was as stubborn as a mule, besides he was getting pretty tired.
“What were you working on anyway?” Clark asked as they headed up stairs.
As always, when he was being slightly economical with the truth, Lex chose to stick to as close to the facts as he could. “I was reviewing the file on our new employees actually,” he answered. “Getting ready for tomorrow.”
“Ah, right,” Clark replied “Our new bodyguards. At one time does my new bald boyfriend arrive tomorrow?” He joked as they headed into the bedroom.
Clark slid into bed, watching Lex get undressed as he leaned back against the pillow, his arm slung behind his head.
“Well,” Lex replied. “After our earlier discussion, I decided to maybe change things around a bit. After all, how did you put it? Oh yes, you ‘like them bald’. So I decided to keep you from temptation and reassign yours,” Lex smiled as Clark snorted.
“Come on, Lex,” Clark interjected, “You must have known I was joking.”
Lex smiled as he climbed into bed. As he moved closer to Clark, he sensed the set tense of Clark’s body and realised that Clark was actually worried that Lex had taken him seriously.
“Of course I know you were joking Clark,” Lex answered. Clarks body relaxed against him.
“I’ve actually reassigned him to Mercy, because according to his records, he is a ‘security specialist’ so I figured that he would fit in well with Mercy’s crack squad,” Lex explained.
Clark settled himself into the crook of Lex’s shoulder.
“So who have you reassigned to me, now that you have given away my hot bald dude,” Clark joked. “And what exactly are their names anyway, since I don’t know how far we’ll get if we refer to them as the ‘bald dude and his hot friends’.”
Lex smiled down at Clark.
“You’re really spending way too much time with Chloe, Clark.” Lex said.
When he looked at Clark’s face, Lex realised that they weren’t going to get any sleep until he shared a little more information.
“Ok, the two assigned to you are Dean Young and Castiel Evans,” Lex answered. “Both are ex military. Young’s expertise is in weapons and defense. Evans is apparently, a ‘weapons and tactics expert’. Although it is impossible to know how much of that is true.
Clark nodded, the concerned look on his face, making the anger rise again in Lex.
“What about the other two?” Clark asked.
“Well,” Lex continued. “The guy I’ve assigned to Mercy is Uriel Rudd, a security specialist. According to his resume, he handles the more ‘difficult assignments’ and is fully trained in weapons and tactics.”
“The one I have shadowing me is Samuel Young, he is more of a researcher, although he has apparently had full weapons training and some ‘special’ skills whatever that means. He also happens to be abnormally tall, and pretty darn cute in the wholesome kind of way. Just my type,” Lex teased.
He laughed, as Clark bit him slightly in the crook of his neck.
“What?” Lex laughed, “You said you liked them bald, and I think it is no secret, that I have a thing for tall, dark haired guys with…” Lex’s voice trailed off as Clark bit his earlobe.
“Enough.” Clark growled into Lex’s ear.
Lex felt his head start to spin whenClark’s mouth travelled down his neck. He buried his hands in Clark’s hair and guided his head back up. As he felt Clarks mouth open up over his own, Lex gave up on any pretence of teasing as he deepened the kiss.
He knew he should have come to bed earlier.
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“This is never going to work,” Sam stated.
Dean sighed as the voice of doom started again. Man, he loved his little brother, but when he was in full blown emo mode, he was a pain in the ass.
“We’ve gone over this a million times, Sam,” Dean replied. “This is Bobby’s plan, have you ever known one of Bobby’s plans not to work?”
Dean glanced over at his brother; Sam’s shoulders were set and tense, the look on his face downright miserable.
Dean took a deep breath. “Look, I know you aren’t one hundred percent thrilled with this case, or with this assignment. But we have hit a brick wall here. None of the information we have on Kent or Luthor is leading us anywhere. We don’t know where the fuck the next seal is, what they’re planning to do with it, and how the fuck we are supposed to stop them.”
Dean walked over to Sam and grasped his brother’s shoulders.
Dean caught Sam’s gaze and held it; refusing to let Sam look away for once. The misery in Sam’s eyes almost broke Dean’s heart. Dean pushed the feeling down and tried to convince Sam again.
“This is it Sammy.” Dean stated. “The last seal. Our last chance to save the world from going to hell, literally. So whether we like it or not, we gotta go with what we’ve got here, and what we’ve got, is an open ticket into enemy camp. From now on these guys won’t eat, move or shit, without one of us by their side, which will make finding out what they are up to a damn sight easier.”
Dean watched the resolution settle on Sam’s face. Dean relaxed and let out the breath he hadn’t even known he was holding.
“You’re right,” Sam replied “I know you’re right. It’s just, I would have preferred to be working with you on this one. I’m not too keen on working alone with Luthor, something about him doesn’t sit right with me”
“What?” Dean laughed, “You don’t want to be alone with Luthor? Well that figures, you are kinda his type.”
Sam scowled. “What are you talking about Dean, his type for what?”
“Well, you know” Dean replied “You do bear more than a passing resemblance to Kent. Dark hair, dorky smile, freakishly tall. Are you scared Luthor’s going to try something? Worried about a little sexual harassment in the work place?”
Dean sat down on the bed, still smirking as he started to clean his gun.
Sam stood next to the bed, his mouth opening and closing like a guppy fish.
“Dude,” Sam finally answered, “That’s… ridiculous.” Sam sank back onto his chair an annoyed grimace on his face.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” Dean joked. “Just remember, Sammy, if he goes for the naughty spots: Just. Say. No.”
“You’re a dick.” Sam stated.
“Ok, princess.”
“Asshole.”
“Bitch.”
“Dick.”
“You used that one already.”
Dean grinned as Sam shook his head and smiled at him.
As Sam headed out the room, Dean started to whistle happily as he finished cleaning his gun.
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“This is where Lex Luthor lives?” Dean asked as they got out of the car.
In front of them was a small farmhouse. Surrounded by acres of land, it was painted a soft yellow. The only sign of money here, was the limousine parked in the drive. It looked strange and out of place in such a simple setting.
Uriel snorted as he got out of the back seat.
“No,” Castiel answered as he came to stand next to Dean. “This is the Kent family home. This is where we are to meet Clark Kent, and where Uriel will be meeting with Ms. Greaves.”
Uriel snorted again in derision. “I once again, must insist on raising my objections to this infantile and ineffective plan.” Uriel stated.
Dean framed a retort in his head, but before the words could even leave his mouth, Castiel had already replied.
“I understand brother,” Castiel answered gently. “I know you are unhappy with both the plan and the arrangements. But this is the best chance we have. Lilith is closing in on the last seal and we cannot afford to let any opportunity to obtain the knowledge to stop her, slip from our grasp”
Dean felt an odd sense of déjà vu go through him at Cas’s words. But the uncomfortable feeling was knocked out of his head by Uriel’s next words.
“You’re right,” Uriel conceded. “The plan is just or Father would have told us otherwise. It’s just the idea of working for one of these….”
“Enough.” Castiel’s voice was firm this time; the undertone clear that he wasn’t arguing it further.
“This plan rests on us fitting into our assigned positions here Uriel,” Castiel continued, “That requires, patience, perseverance and taking orders from the human you have been assigned to. Those that are hired to work do not have the luxury of belittling their employers, calling them names, or refusing orders. You must work for Ms Greaves as if you are receiving the orders from our Father Himself. That is the only way this will work. Do you understand?” Castiel asked.
The two angels stared at each other intently before Uriel gave a single curt nod in assent.
Before anything else could be said, a small red haired woman exited the farm and started walking towards them.
Dean barely had time to cast an appreciative glance over her before she reached them.
“Where the fuck have you been?” she demanded belligerently.
Before any of them could answer, she went on.
“Never mind. You two.” she pointed at Dean and Castiel. “They’re waiting for you in there.” she said, pointing towards the farmhouse.
“You,” she ordered, gesturing at Uriel. “Get in the car.” Without waiting for a reply from any of them, she headed towards the limo, opening the drivers door.
Uriel stood still as if shell shocked.
Dean could almost sympathise. Almost
The red head turned back round and glared at him.
“Great,” she stated. “Lex assigned me the brawn with no brains.” She looked at Uriel directly, Castiel and Dean already dismissed from her mind.
“Are you stupid, deaf or just incapable of following orders?” she asked Uriel aggressively.
Again, without waiting for a reply, she answered herself.
“Whatever, I don’t really give a fuck which one it is. Get. In. The. Car.” she climbed into the driver’s seat, fully expecting Uriel to comply instantly.
Dean looked back and forth from the tiny red head to the furious angel. He could feel the anger radiating from Uriel in waves so intense, that he was surprised the girl hadn’t already burned up on the spot. Dean had been known to push a few… well more than a few, of Uriel’s buttons. But he had never seen him this pissed.
Just when he expected the smiting to start, Castiel touched Uriel arm gently.
“Remember what I said brother.” Castiel soothed. “It’s our Fathers orders you are following here. No one else.”
Dean watched as Uriel deflated. He sighed and headed towards the car, just as Mercy started blasting the horn.
Uriel climbed into the passenger seat, and the car screeched away from the farm.
Dean looked at Castiel and raised his eyebrows.
Castiel smiled slightly “She’ll be fine,” Castiel said.
“Yeah,” Dean replied. “I’m sure she will, but will he?”
Castiel smile widened “Do you care?” he asked Dean curiously.
“Hell no,” Dean snorted. “About damn time someone took the pompous son of a bitch down a notch or two.”
Castiel shook his head, still smiling. “He means well, Dean,” Castiel insisted.
“Yeah?” Dean answered dubiously. “Well you know what they say the road of good intentions.” he retorted.
Castiel chuckled slightly. “One day, both of you are going to realise how badly you have underestimated each other,” he responded. “I hope I’m around to see it.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Dean replied, smiling as they fell into step with each other.
They both headed over to the farmhouse. Castiel rapped on the door, and they heard a female voice beckon them to come inside.
As they entered, Dean wished for a moment that he could be a fly on the wall of that limo. Whatever was going on there, had to be a whole lot more fun than a damn farm. Before Dean’s thoughts went any further, something pulled him up short.
The most heavenly smell drifted past his nostrils, and he looked around the bright kitchen.
Sunlight was streaming through the windows, framing the table in the centre of the room. It was covered with a red and white checkered linen cloth. A large vase of flowers sat next to a towering batch of cookies and muffins.
Everything about the table seemed warm, rustic and cozy. It was the type of table he pictured a family sitting down at together, to eat dinner each evening. Dean’s usual experience of a sit down dinner was a greasy diner, or something wrapped in plastic, wolfed down in the drivers seat, on the road to the next hunt.
Dean’s attention was drawn away from the table to the woman standing next to it.
The sunlight had bathed in a warm golden glow, and hot damn, she was gorgeous. In her mid forties, with the type of soft, warm beauty that only grows with age. She would turn heads in the street, faster than most girls half her age.
His gaze moved from her face, to her oven glove covered hands, as she placed on the table, right next to the muffins and cookies, the biggest pie that Dean had ever seen.
“Would you boys like some pie?” the pie goddess asked.
Dean stood speechless for several seconds, before glancing at Castiel in awe.
“Dude,” he whispered. “"Am I dead? Uh...again?"
Before Castiel could answer, Dean decided that he didn’t care, he wasn’t turning down free pie.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Dean replied, pulling up a chair.
He liked this job already.
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“Are you sure everything is in place?” The young girl asked of the man in front of her.
“Positive,” he replied. “Luthor has been made aware of the threat and has put steps in place to keep the Winchester and their angels busy.”
“What if this allows them to get too close?” she questioned.
“It won’t,” he answered confidently. “Luthor is too smart, and way too distrusting of others to allow them near anything. Hell, Kent himself has no idea what Luthor is planning and the plans revolve around Kent. Trust me, this will keep the hunters out of our way, and if anything, this will move his time table up to get this job done faster.”
“And you are sure no one suspects you?” the girl queried. “They haven’t noticed anything out of the ordinary?”
The man laughed, the sound distorting his normal warm voice.
“Relax, Clark Kent would cut out his own heart, before he would believe one of his own would betray him. Besides, they all think this has something to do with his freakish powers; they wouldn’t know a demon if it bit them in the ass. Besides, this vessel is trusted, implicity. His memories and emotions have also given me a good idea of how to act around them. They don’t suspect a thing.”
“Good,” the girl replied. “Report back to me on Saturday, let me know what the Winchesters are up to.”
She left and the man opened the car door, intending to get inside. He groaned inwardly, when he recognised the blonde haired girl, briskly walking towards him
“Hey!” Chloe called cheerfully, a bright and chipper look on her face.
Everything about the girl was too much. She was too passionate, too intense, too sincere. The girl gave him a headache every time she was near. She contained the type of fire that made his hands itch with the desire to snuff it out. Humans were so fragile, one swift turn of her neck, and those bright eyes would go lifeless; the never ceasing, prattling mouth would fall silent.
He felt his hands twitch and pulled himself back from his thoughts. There would be enough time for that, after the seal had opened. Plenty of time then to watch her scream.
“So, how is our super secret spy mission going?” Chloe asked with a smile. “Have you heard anything yet?”
“No, not yet,” he replied shortly. “I’m heading to the farm right now. I’m sure as soon as there is anything to know, we’ll find out.”
Chloe’s face dropped slightly at his abrupt tone of voice.
He struggled to regain his composure as he tried to get back into character.
“Look Chloe, I’m sorry,” he said. He patted the girls arm in an affectionate gesture, ignoring the way it made his skin crawl.
He smiled when the gesture had the desired effect and the blonde brightened. “I’m sure Clark is going to be fine. He has so many people looking out for him, it would be impossible for him not to be fine.”
Chloe’s smile brightened further.
“You’re right,” she nodded. “If Clark is still out at the farm, can you tell him I’ll be by later for an update?”
“Sure thing,” he replied, climbing into the driver’s seat. “You sure you don’t want to come up just now and I’ll give you a lift?” he asked.
“No thanks.” she answered cheerily, “I have a million and one things to do. I’ll stop by later”
“Ok then.” he smiled. “You take care of yourself.”
He climbed into the truck, eager to get away from the vile girl. That was the problem with being surrounded with human filth. They contaminated the air, making it cloying. Their putrid sense of goodness filling his mouth like ashes, until all he wanted to do was rip them to pieces.
“I will. Bye, Mr. Kent!” Chloe called out.
“Bye, Chloe” he waved. He watched the girl walk away then climbed into the van, glad to finally be away from the girls cloying presence. As he drove away, the feral grin on his face twisted the normally kind features of his vessels face, into something grotesque.
He started to whistle as he headed back to the Kent farm.
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Date: 2009-03-03 01:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-03 01:36 pm (UTC)Mags
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Date: 2009-03-03 01:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-03 02:36 pm (UTC)Yes, Dean is going to be pretty dazzled by Martha :D
and {{{hugs}}} to you for putting the word fabulous next to something I wrote :D
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Date: 2009-03-03 02:06 pm (UTC)I like the alternating between the seriousness of needing to stop another seal, and the humorous sides of these characters. Ooo...and nice twist at the end! What happens next?!? *bites nails*
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Date: 2009-03-03 02:42 pm (UTC)You've completely drawn me into their world made me squee :D
Thank you so much for the beta, and the encouragement and the review. You rock!!!!!!
Your nails may end up non existant, it's going to get much worse from here.
That should so be followed by a *dum, dum, dum, dum*
Oh and you should watch Smallville (after TSCC of course)
HUGS YOU (since virtual hugs rock)
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Date: 2009-03-03 02:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-03 02:33 pm (UTC)Not too sure, why it is doing that, I clicked on it and the link seemed to work fine, and I have made sure that it isnt locked :(
This is the link http://mrstotten.livejournal.com/4313.html hope that helps.
and thanks for reading
Mags
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Date: 2009-03-04 01:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-05 11:01 am (UTC)Amazing!
Date: 2009-03-04 05:19 am (UTC)Slightly possessive and jealous Clark (yum!).
Mercy and Uriel - heeheehee. Their first meeting - ROTFLMAO!!
Dean and pie, better yet - Martha Kent's pie! There is no power on Earth that will get Dean out of that kitchen until he has had a little...no, a lot...no, until all the pie is gone!
Mr. Kent! Noooooo! He's possessed by a demon?! He'll judge unfairly, be rude to Lex, try to hold Clark back...oh wait - that would explain a lot!
Wonderful chapter. I can see that this is going to have quite a plot and I can't wait for it to continue to unfold. I'm with you until the end!
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Date: 2009-03-05 10:57 am (UTC)Yes devious Lex is always heartbreaking, mainly because he thinks he is always oing it for the right reasons, and because he loves Clark he really believes he is doing the right thing.
Glad you like possessive Clark, because there is EPIC Jealous Clark to come.
Also a lot more from Mercy and Uriel, I think they will be providing us with
somea lot of the snark in this verse.Martha and Dean - Well you'll see more from them next chapter :)
And yes fraid so Demon Jonathan, which is going to make the road very rocky coming up.
Yep the plot in this is getting twistier in my head with every chapter that I write, so Glad to hear you are in it for the long haul. :)
{{{{{super hugs}}}}} again for such lovely comments
Re: Amazing!
Date: 2009-03-05 11:54 am (UTC)I have to admit, and I don't know how you feel about RPS, but I'm trying my hand at Jensen/Misha. I wanted to write something in the universe, so I thought I would try that pairing. I've never done RPS, as I don't feel comfortable with it in the SV universe since TW is married, but as far as I've been able to find out, these two are single. It is slow going as I have three Clex stories going (well two, since I posted one last night) and I've been focused more on those. I've also had to do research for mannerisms and personality of the guys.
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Date: 2009-03-09 01:01 pm (UTC)Castiel is very other he can be hard to place, however it does give you a lot of room for movement, around his character.
What Dean/Cas fics have you found so far? Have you read Savingfaiths Wing Verse yet? if not I can highly recommend it. Funny, smexy, wonderful details, great Dean and Cas, Jealous Dean, Lucifer Sam, and a wonderful plot. If you want the link, give me a shout.
With RPS it depends on the pairing and the story, I am more into fandom pairings, but Amy pointed me in the direction of a very good Jensen / Jared one the other day, but I haven't read it as yet. Like you there is some RPS that makes me a little uncomfortable.
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Date: 2009-03-09 06:40 pm (UTC)I'd love the link. It sounds like just the kind of story I enjoy. The only stories I've read are a few of the ones on the LJ community.
I am way more into fandom pairings myself. I'll sometimes read an RPS story, but I've never even thought of writing one until Misha/Jensen. I think mostly because I find Castiel such an intimidating character (maybe I'll feel differently if I ever watch an episode) and because someone posted plot bunnies - because I never would have gotten an idea on my own.
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Date: 2009-03-09 06:44 pm (UTC)http://savingfaith333.livejournal.com/38554.html#cutid1
Link above, it is made of awesome :D, and only gets better and better. Im on Lucifer Rising at the moment and it is amazing dont want to give too much away but you will love it
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Date: 2009-03-09 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-10 08:32 pm (UTC)Saw yor joining sv big bang, Yay!!!!! do you have lots of wicked lovely Clex thoughts runnin through your brain???
I have around 10,000 words of my spn big bang done and it aint even Slash!!!!!
'bald dude and his hot friends'."
Date: 2009-03-10 01:21 pm (UTC)you are a godess yourself, and could compete with martha , this is soooooooooooo fun!
Re: 'bald dude and his hot friends'."
Date: 2009-03-10 08:18 pm (UTC)Full on Baldy, the hot dudes an Dean and his
pieMartha worship :Dno subject
Date: 2009-03-20 10:36 pm (UTC)Love this story!! Great Job!
And...
When will you be posting more?
How much more?
and can I have more now?
hehe, seriously though, more please!!
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Date: 2009-03-23 11:42 am (UTC)I'm about 3.4 of the way through next chapter and the will be sending to my beta, so will hopefully have it up this week. There is a small deleted scene from chapter 3 though somewhere on my LJ that I wrote for a friends birthday :D it's Clex, but NC-17.
Thank you SO much for the comments :D