Part 3/4: Car kidnapping should be learnt before attempting (Roswell/Supernatural)
Car kid napping should be learnt before attempting
Fandom: Roswell, Supernatural
Author: vodooman
Rating: pg-13 (just to make sure with the ratings...)
Genre: humour, prompted, crossover
Characters/Pairings: Maria/Dean, Sam, John
Short summary: Shit, shit, shit! This wasn't happening, kept repeating in Dean's head.
Any warnings: none...
Disclaimer: Roswell and Supernatural and its characters are not mine. I only write fanfiction!
A/N: OK, so I think I did tell shiverslala, that this part was supposed to be the last one... but it won't... there is still one thing I want to do... and well, it just didn't fit into here... So, I hope that the few people who are reading this... will at least leave some nice feedback... I am already thinking of a few stories I could do that would be set after this one... but hey, well cross that bridge when we get there...
PART THREE
Shit, shit, shit! This wasn't happening, kept repeating in Dean's head. This was not how it was supposed to be. He was supposed to come here, and rescue both his father and brother from the clutches of a demon that they were supposed to hunt. Not get himself pinned against a wall while that same demon was now gloating about how he was going to eradicate a family of hunters. Shit, shit shit!
Dean tried to fight the invisible force, but couldn't even as much as move his head. His face was forced against the wall, and all he could do was listen to the demon talk on and on about the great victory and glory he would be carrying after he killed all three of them.
He could hear his father saying “You have me! Just leave the boys! They're still kids!”
At which Dean rolled his eyes. Yeah right, because that would really work with a soulless demon. Please leave the boys, which will one day grow up to kick not only your ass but also the asses of all things that go bump in the night...
It was only when he started to be able to move his arms a little that he understood what his father was doing. He was distracting the demon, hoping that the hold on his eldest son would slip, so that he could help them! And it might have, if the demon had been stupid enough to fall for it.
Unfortunately it wasn't.
“Nice try, old man! But you know what? Since you love the kids so much, I'll leave them for last. Firstly I'll kill you, slowly and really painfully, then the kid next to you, and lastly your hero son here!” mocked the demon, knowing how much those words would hurt the man in front of him. Another more forceful wave pushed Dean again, mocking him.
He heard the muffled scream of his father, knew that the demon was torturing him, that his father was probably biting into his tongue or cheek just so Sammy wouldn't have to listen to his father scream. And worse of all was that Dean couldn't do shit about it! He was pinned to the wall like those insects that were pinned to a bit of paper to be framed and catalogued.
“Ahhh! Lemme go you sonofabitch!!! Why don't you pick on someone not tied to a chair?” he tried to fight the restrains again, hoped that if he got angry enough, his anger would turn into power. But until now it just wasn't working, and the only thing comforting him in a sick and twisted way was that his screaming would be louder than his dads, so that Sammy would concentrate on him, and not on their father.
“How about we end this now?” asked the demon, and Dean could imagine the malice smirk that was already on the demons face. He hated himself for not being stronger, he hated the demon for making Sammy watch this when it was the kids summer holidays, he hated his father for dragging them into this, and he hated the yellow eyed demon that killed his mom... but most of all was that he hated the fact that he was pinned to a wall, god knows where, while normal people lived their lives, and didn’t know that there was someone out there like his family, that only tried to protect them, save lives...
And then he heard it... not the scream of his father, or the muffled whimpers of his brother, but a crashing sound. With a pull downwards he fell to the floor. He had enough strength to turn around and see Maria standing in front of his father and the demon now laying limp on the floor.
He saw her wide opened eyes, her pale face, her blond strangely cut hair, and couldn’t help but think that she was the best thing he saw today. And yes, his opinion might be coloured by the fact that she had just saved his family, including him, from a certain death inflicted in the most painful of ways. And in a way, that he quickly got used to, he heard Maria's familiar waterfall talk. He smiled while exhaling a deep breath.
“Oh my god... oh my god!!! What was all that about! Oh... I just killed a person! I mean I pulled that big sculpture thing over his head... so he should be dead, right? And it wasn't at all like in the movies, because I feel terrible... I just killed a person... even if he was about to kill my kidnapper and his family... but still. Wrong and wrong don't make right... and I am soooo going to hell for killing a person... And even if he isn’t dead… I’ll still go to hell because I hit someone over the head with a sculpture… “
“Maria... Maria!” called Dean out to her, and when she stopped her juggled monologue, Dean just said “Sammy!” and watched in amazement as Maria understood right away that he wanted her to free his brother.
Somehow he succeeded in pulling himself up from the floor, and made his was slowly toward his father, noticing that the old man was bloodied all over the face and chest. He too untied his father.
His father, Dean noticed, was studying Maria with narrowed eyes. And then all of a sudden he said out loud, to the girl who had now faced them again after finishing untying his brother “Christo!”
Dean knew, that to his father the quite odd sense of fashion that Maria seemed to have would make him think of another demon, but seriously! The girl just saved their asses, and she was helping them, so really his dad could have at least tested her in a more quiet way…
“Did your dad just curse me?” screeched Maria. “I just saved your lives... and your dad is cursing me?” she asked unbelievingly.
Rolling his eyes, Dean made his way towards the girl and his brother, and then put his hand on her shoulder. That seemed to calm her, because she stopped talking right away, and he noticed that her face softened for a moment, as she used her hands to make sure he was alright. Then she pulled his arm around her shoulder and told him. “We need to get out here before that creep wakes up!”
But Dean stopped her, and instead pushed her gently toward his brother. “I want you to take my brother and wait in the car. The old man and I need to finish this!”
He watched as her face turn from worried to surprise to unbelieving again. Darn, could that girl change moods!
“Are you out of your mind? Ever seen horror movies? It's always the people you supposedly send to safety that die the first! You want to sacrifice me and your brother? … ”
Dean tried multiple times to cut off her newest tirade by calling her name, but unsuccessfully gave up, pulled her towards him again, and silenced her by crushing his lips onto hers.
At first, Dean noticed that she was resisting hard, by trying to push him off of her, and hitting him in the chest. And for all of him, in that moment he really did want to release her, say 'ouch' and explain to her why hitting someone who might have internal bleedings is never a good idea.
But he stopped himself, because frankly that was the best make-out in a dangerous situation he ever had. Hell, it was the only make-out he had had in such a situation, and the fact that his father was there too, and wasn't pulling him back by dragging him by the ear, spoke that he might have just done the right thing here.
A moment later, both parted breathing hard, with her fingering her lips a shy blush on her face. “I want you to take my little brother back to the car!” he said huskily.
“Car...” was all Maria could say and nodded instead. Sam, whose eyes were wide, started from his brother to Maria and back again. He then dutifully followed the girl out the door, and turned back to give his brother the 'I'll take care of her' look, Dean usually only saw on his dad's face whenever he reassure other people, that everything would be alright.
Dean looked back at his little brother, smirked and nodded. He watched Maria and Sam walk towards the stairs, and then turned to find his father pinning the demon down and looking to him so that he would start with the exorcism.
Before Dean could start, because he still had to find the right page in his fathers journal, his father said in an fatherly-stern manner. “We'll talk later of the fact that you involved a civilest, and made out with her in front of your little brother, besides the swearing I mean!”
Dean swallowed hard, and nodded. Darn, it was too good to be true anyway.
END PART THREE