Heaven and Hell (13/?)
Heaven and Hell (13/?)
Fandom(s): Merlin, Supernatural, The Secret Circle
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur, Dean/Cas
Words: 761
Summary: Merlin, Arthur, and the rest of the gang are constantly being reincarnated. The story plays out the same every time, until Morgana seeks out Faye and Merlin crosses paths with the Winchesters. Then the game changes.
And spread, like weeds, their poisons wide,
Fresh healing plants came blooming bright,
And stood, to check them, side by side
“Is famine back in town?” Dean asked after the busty blonde waitress left.
“No, Dean. Morgana unleashed many things, but the horsemen were not among them.”
Dean laughed at the angel’s seriousness. “Dude, you ordered a burger. Since when do you eat?”
Cas frowned at him. “I can eat whenever I please.”
Dean looked to Sam. “Did I miss something?”
Sam shrugged from across the table. “Angel wants to eat, angel’s gonna eat.”
“Okay, then. So. How are we gonna play this? Do we want to split up, cover more ground?”
“No,” Cas said from the middle of the corner booth. “Under no circumstances do we separate. It makes us far too easy to kill. This won’t be like the last time-Morgana is organizing her forces.”
“This bitch is organizing hell?” Dean questioned, with a note of disbelief. “So…no chaos, they’re just out for Mr. Pendragon and his trusty servantman?”
“Manservant,” Cas corrected.
“Whatever.”
“There’s still going to be chaos,” Merlin stated from the other side of the angel. “But it will just be…It will be more strategic. Less ‘kill whoever just make it a lot’ more ‘kill him and her and this kind of person’.”
“So there’ll be an order? Could we prevent more of the killings?” Sam asked from beside Merlin.
“Our focus won’t be civilians,” Cas said. “We kill as many demons as we can and as often as we can without being foolish.”
“We’re not going to let innocent people die,” Arthur said from beside Dean. “If we can save someone, we’re going to save them.” There was a subtle note of finality in his words.
“If we can and if it is convenient-“
“I will not have innocent people dying on my account,” Arthur said. And suddenly, Dean could see this guy on a throne with a big fat crown on his head. “That’s happened enough already with all the people Morgana’s killed.”
“Would you shut up, you blithering dollop head?” And he could see Merlin by Arthur’s side, advising him and, when he needed it, giving him a slap in the ass. Dean tried to shake the mental image. Bad word choice. “You have no idea what this is going to be like. For once, just do as you’re told!”
“I’m not a child, Mer-“
“Alright you two, save it for later,” Sam said as the waitress approached carrying a tray of food.
Dean could also see Arthur throwing shit at Merlin-probably mindlessly, sometimes daggers-when they got in a fight, and Merlin sending Arthur flying into walls.
Damn it. Another bad picture.
Merlin.
Merlin took another bite of his salad.
Can the angel hear us?
He chewed and carefully set up a wall in his mind. He can’t hear me now, and he’s not attuned to you-but be quick.
When he found Morgana, she knew he was there.
He caught sight of the back of her head, hair black as ever and in slight disarray.
If he catches a whiff of your energy, you’re dead. You shouldn’t be here.
Faye shifted her weight on the stool across the room.
She’s not waiting that long. You don’t have five days. You-
Cas turned his head to look at Merlin, eyes squinting ever so slightly, and he felt a push from the other side of his wall.
Faye, you need to leave.
But-
NOW!
Cas broke through Merlin’s wall just as he zapped Faye somewhere far away.
“What did you do?” he spoke and thought simultaneously.
“What are you talking about?” Just leave it alone.
“Who was that?”
Arthur, Sam, and Dean exchanged looks.
“Did we miss something?” Dean asked.
“Someone was here,” Cas said.
Green eyes grew immediately suspicious. “Who?”
“I don’t know. Merlin sent them somewhere before I could figure out who.”
“Who was it?” Dean demanded. “Who the hell was it?”
“Just-“ Merlin heard a gun click from under the table. “If you’re working against us, I’ll kill you,” Dean threatened. “And if you come back, I’ll kill you again. And I’ll keep killing you until you stop coming back.”
“Dean, that’s not-“ Cas started to say.
“I don’t think so,” Arthur interrupted as another click came from under the table. “If Sam dies, he won’t come back.”
Even if there were no aimed guns under the table, the looks that were being exchanged were plenty strong to kill.
“How is everything?” the waitress asked unexpectedly, seeming to appear from nowhere.
For several moments, no one spoke. Then Sam said, “I think we’ll take our bill.”
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