Warnings: AU, crossover, slash,
smut, violence, language, some gore, sap, fluff,
angst, dark, character death.
Pairings: Sam/Lex, Clark/Dean,
hinted past Lex/Lana, Clark/Lana
Rating: Ranging from PG-13 to
NC-17
Word Count: 51,719 words
Summary: After finding Dean’s
interest in meteor freaks, the Winchesters find
themselves heading for Smallville to figure out
what’s going after the prominent figures of
Luthorcorp. But what’s with this guy that Dean meets
and who saves Dean? And has Sam finally found
someone who might be able to help Dean?
Timeline/Spoilers: Takes place
about two weeks before the end of Dean’s deal.
Spoilers for seasons 1-2 and some of season 3 for
SPN and seasons 1-6 and some of season 7 for
Smallville.
Beta: As always, by the
indomitable MA!
A/N: This bunny hit me literally
three days before NaNoWriMo and bumped out the rest
of the bunnies. So, written for the NaNoWriMo
contest. Huge thanks go to my roomie, Stardancer54,
Isa, and Mkitty03 for their invaluable input,
cheering on, and the use of their compy if need be!
HAHA! Ya’ll rule!
Cross-posted to my LJ, my website,
aff.net, Supernatural Crossovers, LJ comm.
spn_freshblood, and LJ comm. sn_crossovers. Enjoy
and please review!
‘thoughts’
As he sifted through his brother’s
duffle bag for the last of the dirty clothes that he
was going to wash, Sam sighed as he wrinkled his
nose at the smell from a certain pair of
suspiciously muddy pants. He glanced over at the
bathroom where his brother was taking a shower and
rolled his eyes. He recognized the pants from their
run-in with a vodianoi outside of a small milling
town in
South Carolina, where they
had ended up wrestling through fecund water and mud
to escape from and put down the restless spirit.
Obviously, Dean hadn’t washed his clothes.
Stuffing the nearly molding pants
into the plastic bag that acted as their laundry
bag, Sam grimaced and wiped his hand on his pants
before grabbing the last of Dean’s clothes. He
stopped though as he heard a thunk on the floor and
noticed a journal that had several newspaper
clippings sticking out from its pages. Curious, he
picked it up and began thumbing through the journal,
taking in the various articles on the people that
had been coined as 'meteor freaks' apparently
because they had been affected by the two meteor
storms that had hit the area of
Smallville,
Kansas. He touched a finger to the
picture of a bald young man in front of Luthorcorp,
which happened to be one of the biggest companies in
the Midwest, if not the entire United States,
and frowned lightly in thought. Something about him
intrigued him and it wasn't the obviously expensive
tailoring.
“Hey Sammy...what’re you looking
at my stuff for?” Dean’s voice broke through Sam’s
ruminations and he looked up a bit nervously into
his brother’s curious gaze.
“M’sorry, Dean. I...uh...well I
was just getting your laundry and it...um...here.”
He handed the journal up to his brother with his
eyes downcast, guilty at having been caught. “I
didn’t know you were interested in those things
going on in Smallville,” he commented as he took the
clothes that Dean tossed at him and stuffed them
into the laundry bag.
“Eh, yea...been keeping track of
them for years now. Kind of a passing hobby. That
and that reporter chick Chloe Sullivan is rather
cute. Wouldn’t want to get on her reporter side, but
hey...I could handle her ‘inquisitive’ side just
fine,” Dean replied with a leer as he looked at the
journal fondly.
Sam rolled his eyes as his brother
seemed to contemplate the journal and asked, “Yea
well...why didn’t you and dad go after them?”
“Didn't have to. Someone or
something would take care of the bad ones and the
rest ended up in a couple of facilities. I've been
keeping up with them mainly because there was talk
for a while there about some area thirty three point
one that was taking in the meteor infected, but now
that's been kinda quieted. Ya never know when
something might go wrong," Dean explained with a
small smile and a shrug. He handed the journal back
to his brother. "You should prolly keep that. I got
no more use for it," he suggested as nonchalantly as
he could with a light shrug on the side for
emphasis.
"What? Dean, no...we're still
going to figure a way out of that deal!" Sam
protested as he pushed the journal away from him
towards Dean.
"Sam..." Dean sighed as he frowned
at his brother before shrugging. "Whatever man...so
what've we got? I heard you talking before I got in
the shower," he asked as he put the journal on the
table before grabbing his last pair of clean boxers
and sitting down to put them on. Since Sam was doing
the laundry run while they were stuck in autumn
colored Old Saybrook, Connecticut, he was all set to
just lay about on one of their few days off before
they went on their next hunt. They had just finished
with a haunting in the little town when Sam had
mentioned needing clean clothes. Their time off was
as good an excuse as any to get it done for the next
couple of weeks.
"Well, Bobby called and mentioned
some disturbances in Kansas. Something about a
couple of factory blow outs in Metropolis as well as
some farm accidents in rural Kansas," Sam replied as
he stood up and went to the laptop to pull up the
articles he'd Googled. "According to reports, the
'accidents' in Metropolis were at both Luthorcorp
offices. Huh, that's kinda weird..." he trailed off
as he glanced over at the journal.
"What's weird?" Dean asked as
flopped back onto his bed with his arms behind his
head and his ankles crossed. He cocked an eyebrow at
his brother expectantly when Sam glanced at him.
"Just...I find your journal with
all that stuff involving the meteor infected and our
next hunt involves the places that you say were
rumored to have held them," Sam explained as he
straightened up and fingered his lip thoughtfully.
"You thinkin' that it's connected?
Like what...their spirits are coming back and
getting back at their captors?" Dean asked in
concern as he tapped his feet together in a random
rhythm, most likely to some Metallica, Sam mused.
"Maybe. I mean, if they did die,
it was probably pretty violent or caused them to be
unable to rest. And since they *were* meteor
infected, their spirits or even spiritual residual
might have a stronger presence than normal ghosts.
Kind of like a carryover," Sam suggested with a
curious glance at his thoughtful brother.
"Well it's something to look into.
What about those farm accidents?" Dean questioned as
he settled himself a bit more on the bed.
"You can look it up. I'm getting
the laundry done since you're going to laze around,"
Sam shot back and grinned a bit as Dean flicked him
off while rolling his eyes. He knocked the bag
against Dean's foot and got a wave of the foot in
return. "I'll be back in a few hours. What do you
want for dinner?" he added as he grabbed his coat
and pulled it on.
"Don't care. Surprise me...just no
more of that healthy crap. I might be on my way out,
but I'm living it with good tasting food. And
dude...watch the crazy old people driving around
here. I don't wanna see a scratch on my baby's
bumper, hear me?" Dean stated while covering his
eyes with his hand.
Sam could only grin sadly before
shaking his head. "Whatever man. You know I'll drive
safe," he retorted as he hoisted up his bag.
"Yea, ya old grandpa. And here I'm
supposed to be on my last legs, yet I can drive
better than you," Dean remarked and grinned as Sam
chuckled before leaving. Once the door had shut,
Dean peeked over, then sat up and went to the
laptop, where he started pulling up the articles Sam
had managed to find in the first run. His eyes
darkened as he read them then stopped as he noticed
something in the background of one of the article's
photos. Squinting, he magnified the image before
grabbing his journal and turning to a well-worn
section.
His dad and he had started
researching the 'meteor freak' cases back when Sam
had first gone to college. At first, they had
scoffed at it, but then had run into a couple of
them outside of Metropolis while on a hunt for a
werewolf. The abilities they had displayed had
definitely stunk of supernatural, but when the girl
that they had managed to capture explained her
powers had come from some green rocks, they had
figured out what had happened. So they'd butted out
of it, leaving it for the authorities to deal with
as they finished their own job.
But on the day that they'd left,
Dean had seen a guy watching them as if knowing what
they had done by saving the one girl and killing the
other two people. He'd been tall, maybe no older
than eighteen, but he'd had such a serious look on
his face as well as guilt that he'd captured Dean's
attention immediately. The guy had almost reminded
him of his brother, but a call to Stanford had
proven that to be untrue. They'd left the next day,
so he'd never looked into the guy or his connections
to whatever had happened, but something had been off
about the guy. Now, the article that was part of
their investigation had that same guy standing in
the background as some of the injured from the
factory accident were rolled into ambulances. The
coincidence was almost too much, which made it
something that Dean would never overlook.
Sam was right about the
connection, only it was in a way that he didn't
know. Dean was almost certain that the guy in the
photos was either responsible for the occurrences or
knew how they had happened. Either way, Dean was
going to get to the bottom of that mystery if it was
the last thing he did.
And since he had only two weeks
left to live, it probably would be.
With a soft sigh as he rubbed the
bridge of his nose, Dean shut the laptop off and
went back to the bed. He grabbed the remote for the
TV and turned it on before he started channel
surfing. It wouldn't do for him to get involved in
the investigation now before they could do anything
about it. Besides, he had to let Sammy do something.
After all, he *was* the geek boy of their
partnership.
Sam returned a few hours later as
surmised with the laundry and Chinese food. But they
didn't discuss the case again, as Dean had thought
would happen. Instead, they just relaxed and folded
clothes after eating, taking the time to just enjoy
being brothers as they joked about whatever show
they had flipped to or teasing each other over other
things that came up. It was a camaraderie that had
been seriously lacking between them for a long time
and Dean was glad to see it again. He could tell
that Sam was happy as well to be so easy going once
more, so he didn't bring up the case. Sometimes, you
picked your battles and his battle was always to see
Sammy happy.
They eventually talked a bit about
the case as they lazed around before turning in for
the night. Sam had some good ideas on what they
needed to investigate and there was the possibility
that they'd have to split up to look into both sides
of the case, but it wasn't a problem. They'd know
more once they got to Metropolis. With that thought,
they turned in for the night.
But as they lay in their beds and
relaxed into sleep, Dean couldn't help thinking
about that guy once more. Being in the work that
they were in eventually led to things happening that
couldn't be accepted outside of faith. He knew that
that guy was someone he needed to meet. The chance
that the guy was involved in the cases was too much
to ignore. Dean had a sneaky suspicion that whatever
that man's secret was, it might be something that
would change his short life forever. If he was
right, then bring it on. Dean Winchester never ran
from a fight. He'd go down with his gun in his hand
and the bad guy's guts on him. That's just how he'd
always been and how he'd always be.
'Bring it on, bitch. This is one
case I'm going to solve before I leave for the pit,'
he decided with a small smirk before flipping over
onto his side and nestling down into his covers. It
was a good feeling to have before going to the end.
TBC
