Drabble: a hero or not (Smallville/Supernatural)
A hero or not
Fandom: Supernatural, Smallville
Author: vodooman
Rating: G
Genre: crossover, drabble, prompted (‘I’m not a hero’)
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Oliver
Any warnings: none...?!
Disclaimer: Smallville and Supernatural and its characters aren’t mine. I only write fan fiction for fun and entertainment.
A/N: babydracky gave me this really nice prompt... Only I had no idea how to start it. I knew that she might have wanted a Ollie of season 9... but what about Dean? So I actually took longer with this drabble, even though I already knew my setting, and what it would be about, just not how to start it. With that said, enjoy this really short something...
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SPN/Smallville, Dean & Oliver, “I’m not a hero”
He tried to carry his brother alone, the weight of him dragging him down with him. The man beside them had been only reluctant to help them, and now that his brother was hurt and unconscious Dean wasn’t sure anymore what to do. All he knew was that he needed to get his brother to safety and later think of a plan; what to do with the demon hordes that were wrecking this city.
“Help us!” he said to the stranger, who looked like he had seen better days before. The man, blond messy hair and stubbles all over his chin, only shook his head. Dean could almost smell the alcohol which was clinging to the other mans clothes.
“I’m not a hero anymore... I can’t help anyone!” said the man, whom he still hadn’t been able to get a name from.
Dean gritted hit teeth and shouted angrily at the man, “I don’t care if you’re a hero or not! I want you to help me get my brother out of this hellhole, so that we can later on do something about this fucking demon-crisis that your city seems to have! Now help me!”
The man seemed to consider his words, before he silently neared Dean and pulled the unconscious Sam closer to him, lifting him with his own weight.
As they made their way to where the Impala was parked, the man suddenly spoke, “I know a place that should be fairly save. Let’s just hope that Watchtower will let us in.”
They got into the car, and Dean was about to step into the driver side, when the man stopped him and said, “I’m driving... You don’t know where to go!”
“Hell no!” shouted Dean, even a demon crisis couldn’t burry his over protectiveness for his ‘baby’. “I’m not going to let any stranger, who hasn’t given me his god-damned name, drive my baby.”
The man looked at him amused and then held out hand his, his whole appearance suddenly looked different. “Oliver Queen.”
Dean gritted his teeth and looked at his brother, then back to the man, slapping his hand away “Fine, but only this ONE time!”
Fandom: Supernatural, Smallville
Author: vodooman
Rating: G
Genre: crossover, drabble, prompted (‘I’m not a hero’)
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Oliver
Any warnings: none...?!
Disclaimer: Smallville and Supernatural and its characters aren’t mine. I only write fan fiction for fun and entertainment.
A/N: babydracky gave me this really nice prompt... Only I had no idea how to start it. I knew that she might have wanted a Ollie of season 9... but what about Dean? So I actually took longer with this drabble, even though I already knew my setting, and what it would be about, just not how to start it. With that said, enjoy this really short something...
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SPN/Smallville, Dean & Oliver, “I’m not a hero”
He tried to carry his brother alone, the weight of him dragging him down with him. The man beside them had been only reluctant to help them, and now that his brother was hurt and unconscious Dean wasn’t sure anymore what to do. All he knew was that he needed to get his brother to safety and later think of a plan; what to do with the demon hordes that were wrecking this city.
“Help us!” he said to the stranger, who looked like he had seen better days before. The man, blond messy hair and stubbles all over his chin, only shook his head. Dean could almost smell the alcohol which was clinging to the other mans clothes.
“I’m not a hero anymore... I can’t help anyone!” said the man, whom he still hadn’t been able to get a name from.
Dean gritted hit teeth and shouted angrily at the man, “I don’t care if you’re a hero or not! I want you to help me get my brother out of this hellhole, so that we can later on do something about this fucking demon-crisis that your city seems to have! Now help me!”
The man seemed to consider his words, before he silently neared Dean and pulled the unconscious Sam closer to him, lifting him with his own weight.
As they made their way to where the Impala was parked, the man suddenly spoke, “I know a place that should be fairly save. Let’s just hope that Watchtower will let us in.”
They got into the car, and Dean was about to step into the driver side, when the man stopped him and said, “I’m driving... You don’t know where to go!”
“Hell no!” shouted Dean, even a demon crisis couldn’t burry his over protectiveness for his ‘baby’. “I’m not going to let any stranger, who hasn’t given me his god-damned name, drive my baby.”
The man looked at him amused and then held out hand his, his whole appearance suddenly looked different. “Oliver Queen.”
Dean gritted his teeth and looked at his brother, then back to the man, slapping his hand away “Fine, but only this ONE time!”