mrstotten | Choices, a Supernatural/Smallville crossover (Reply)

Ok, this is my first ever story for Supernatural or Smallville, I had no intention of writing any fic, but this plot bunny has been running around my head, for weeks so here goes.

Title: 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: tbd, (G) at the moment
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 Thanks to the wonderful autumn_lilacs for the Beta, discussions, suggestions and encouragement. You Rock!! Smallville fans, the first chapter is sn all the way, but Smallville will make a splash in the next chapter and our boys will be there from then on in J
Chapters: 1/?
Words: 1,446
Status: WIP

“They’ve found the last seal.”

Dean played the words around in his head, as he downed his third shot of whiskey.

He felt the liquid burning his throat as it went down, and he welcomed both the heat and the numbness. They came as a blessed relief from the events of tonight. He set the empty glass down on the table, the sharp sound of the glass tapping against the table disrupted the utter stone quiet in the room, and it rang like finality in his ears.

During the last few months they had been involved some epic battles as they struggled to keep the forces of hell at bay. But for each seal they had saved, they had lost three more, the futility wearing them down slowly but surely every victory dampened by a greater defeat.

Dean wiped the whiskey from his mouth and was surprised to taste the sharp metallic taste of blood. He looked down and saw the ragged wounds across his knuckles, an echo of the scars spread across his entire body. Hell may have wiped him clean of his scars, but in the past few months they had returned them, with interest. Not that any of the others had fared any better. Each battle had left them all wounded, bleeding and a bit more broken than they had been before.

The war had become relentless, the losses on both sides piling up. Out of necessity, the three hunters, two angels and the female demon had managed to form an unholy alliance, fighting side by side to stop Lilith’s forces from carrying out their end game.

They were sixty-five seals down now. The situation had gotten bleaker by the day and now they literally couldn’t afford one more loss. This seal was their last chance, if this one went, the world went with it.

Dean poured his next shot, as he downed it, the peaty, almost sulphuric smell burned his nose and throat. It coursed through his body and hit his belly sharply, making him feel slightly nauseous. He thought back to everyone else’s reaction to the news that the angels had brought them tonight.

Sam had closed in on himself, the worry and concern for Dean, Bobby and Ruby clear on his face. Ruby had, almost unconsciously moved closer to Sam, as if he could help take away the fear and doubt, give her the answers she needed, console her she had made the right choice, picked the right side. Bobby had sighed, he was the most experienced of them all, and he knew they had taken too many beatings in too short of a time, everyone was on their last legs and breath at present and they needed to rest, not to jump back into the fray, but ever the hunter he had hidden this behind a weary sigh and tired eyes.

Uriel had reacted to their dismay with his usual scorn and anger, his views on them, the ones chosen to save this blasted ball of humanity was never flattering, and he had betrayed his own fear and worry by being even more scathing than usual.

Of all of them, only Castiel had remained calm and focused. He had remained quiet and allowed the others to take in the levity of his words. They were so close to the end now, the fires of hell were staring at them in the face, this last seal was everything, and Lilith had found it first. Dean had wondered if Cas was as calm as he appeared, or if he was just smart enough to realise that if he panicked, then they would all truly know the end was nigh.

After all, Castiel never panicked. In the face of terror, pain or unimaginable horror, he remained calm, strong and ever faithful. Over the last few months, Dean had managed to build an almost workable relationship with Ruby and Uriel , they were a long way off from liking each other but they had each others’ back in a fight. But his relationship with Castiel was different. He had become Dean’s constant; the one who ensured his safety, listened to his drunken ramblings, comforted him over the deaths that they had been unable to stop. However, he was still no closer to understanding the stoic angel, and Cas could still frustrate the hell out of him, with his calm acceptance, inquiring looks and blind faith.

Especially now that Castiels faith was no longer contained to just his father. He now had faith in Dean as well; unwavering faith that Dean could, and would stop Lilith and the others from bringing about hell on earth. Faith that Dean would do the right thing, make the right choices. His belief in Dean had become the standard to which Dean now measured his own actions. He considered his choices now, found himself wondering, more than once what Cas would expect him to do in a situation.

During the angel’s frequent absences, Dean found himself missing him more than he would admit to himself, and even Sam had commented that Dean’s drinking was worse when the angels weren’t around.

Dean had gotten out of that by joking that it was just because their holier than thou asses weren’t breathing down their necks. But truth be told, Cas had become something of a necessity to him and his absences left a hole that Dean was unable to deal with.

Although, sometimes Dean did find this faith, this belief, that the angel had placed on him, almost like a weight around his neck, it was better than the lack of direction he felt when he didn’t have the angel’s steady blue gaze on him; trusting that he would lead them right.

“They’re back” Sam announced in a dry, brittle voice.

Dean didn’t need any further clarification on who ‘they’ were, Sam’s tone said it all.

In the beginning Sam had tried hard with the angels, but Castiel’s distance and Uriel’s personality hadn’t made it easy. Add in Uriel’s attitude to Ruby and the bond forming between Cas and Dean and the rocky road had slowly iced over.

Now the angels and his brother tolerated each other at best. Dean knew that the gulf between him and Sam was also getting wider, but he was lost for ideas on how to make it better. More and more now, Dean found himself with Cas, whilst Sam disappeared more frequently with Ruby now, even when the angels weren’t around.

Dean sighed and headed back into the, small dingy second bedroom. Bobby was sitting on the bed, cleaning his gun, acting like the world was still normal and he was just there with Dean and Sam, planning their next hunt. Completely ignoring the presence of the blue eyed bipolar angel, the snarky smite happy former wrestler in angels clothing, and the female demon in the room with them.

Sam as usual stood next to Ruby, shielding her slightly from everyone else in the room, as if someone was going to rip her away from him if he didn’t keep her close enough.

Uriel stood close to the door, ramrod straight, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else, and Cas, as usual Cas was looking at Dean as if there was no-one else in the room.

“So, did you find out anything?” Dean asked the angels, trying to break the uneasy silence in the room.

“Do we still have time to stop them from opening it?” Sam asked.

Castiel, briefly broke his gaze away from Dean and glanced at Sam.

“Yes” he replied, “We have located the seal, we know Lilith has already sent two of her best there already, but we still have time to stop it.”

“So what’s the deal this time? Are they raising another demon, unleashing some more pissed off spirits, or are they just going to force everyone to eat tofu?” Dean asked. “What unholy hell do they have planned to break open this baby?”

“None of the above,” Castiel replied returning his steady gaze to Dean “This seal is a person.”

“A person?” Sam asked, looking confused “What do you mean a person? What type of person can be a seal?”

“An important one,” Castiel replied, ignoring Uriels disgusted snort. “One who is going to have to make a decision in the next few days. That decision is going to change the world and will determine whether the seal is broken.”

“So where is he? Where are we going?” Dean asked, sliding his handgun into his waistband and lifting his duffel.

Castiel smiled slightly at the hunters eagerness to get going.

“Smallville” Castiel replied. “Smallville, Kansas.”

tbc

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4