Hell is for Heroes 2/? spn/(pre-series)angel x!over AU
Title: Hell is for Heros: Part 2
Author: guardiancastiel
Disclaimer: I do not own either Supernatural or Angel.
Characters/Pairings: eventual Angel/Dean, Sam, (mentions of Ruby)
Genre: General (as of now) Slight sexual tension (later)
Rating: R
Warnings: There's no graphic violence in this one. Some language.
Spoilers: slight Season 3 (SPN) none (Angel)
Summary: Angel was shot, Dean owes him one so he gets Sam to fix him up.
Authors Note: You so this became longer than I expected but never fear action will happen soon! Remember Comments = Love!
"You know, you're much more talkative when you're fighting." Angel followed Dean to his car.
A '67 Impala, a classic. Angel remembered when he first saw one, brand new in a car dealership. He had wondered what it looked like in the daylight, but he didn't really want to be around to find out.
He ran his hand over it's hood.
"Nice car," Angel said as Dean opened the trunk of the car and carelessly threw his gun into it.
"Thanks. So, uh, are you going to bleed to death or do you want some whiskey for that wound?" Dean returned from behind the car, liquor bottle in hand. "I got a brother who could take care of it for you, unless you like hospitals."
"I'm fine."
"Yeah, looks like," Dean surveyed Angel head to toe and then offered him the whiskey.
"No, thanks."
"Yeah, so you never anwsered my question, guy. Who are you?" Dean set the bottle of liquor on the hood of the Impala. "I mean, I got you're name, but that's it. I want details before I turn my back on you."
"You never anwsered my question."
"I'm not the type to give out details."
"And you think I am?"
Dean licked his lips. "Listen, we can dance like this all night or-."
"You know about vampires?" Angel cut in.
"Yes and no. The vampires out here are different from the ones I've seen in Colorado and Montana."
Angel perked up. "What do you mean different?"
"Well for starters, the ones out here are easier to kill." Dean let out a small laugh. "There's no body laying around after you kill it, just dust. And they burn in the sun, their faces are all screwed up so they're easier to distinguish, they're afraid of crosses, and they flinch at the sight of wood!"
Dean paused and furrowed his brow. "That last part didn't sound good."
"Tell me about the other vampires."
"Oh, uh, those bastards are harder to kill. They can walk around in the daytime, they look like regular people, except when they get all fang-y and-," Dean stopped, looking a Angel curiously.
"What?"
"You're a hunter, aren't you?"
At this point, Angel had no idea what Dean was talking about. First off, he had never heard of or ran into any vampires like the ones Dean was describing to him and second, why would Dean think he was a hunter?
Angel went with it.
"Yeah, I hunt vampires," Angel tried to sound authentic. "You hunt too, then?" He just hoped he wasn't making his 'awkward puppy' face.
"Yeah, me and my brother. We don't specify, though. We hunt down every and any evil son of a bitch out there." Dean leant against his car. "Jesus, man, are you sure about that wound?"
Angel looked at his shoulder, the jacket area surrounding the wound was now almost completely soaked in blood. "I've been shot before."
"Yeah, I figured. It kind of goes with the job."
"You said you had a brother who could fix me up." Angel wanted to know more about the whole 'hunting' thing Dean had going and about the vampires he had mentioned, he wanted to know if there was a world he was obvious to.
***
Dean never trusted other hunters.
But the guy riding shotgun next to him was different.
And, yeah, that's what everyone says right before the stranger they just trusted screws them over, but the guy had saved his life. Dean figured he owed him one.
Getting Sam to dig out the slug in the guys shoulder would be the least he could do and the guy, Angel, seemed to be interested in killing vampires.
Which was exactly why Sam and Dean were in Los Angeles to begin with, just one to many exsanguinated victims for Sam and Dean to ignore.
Dean pulled into the seedy motel him and his brother were staying at, and informed Angel that Sam was deffinately the better out of the two of them when it came to surgery.
"I'd probably just cut your arm off," Dean smiled and lead Angel to room 237.
When they entered the quiet room Sam had his back to them, he was sitting a desk adamently typing away on his laptop.
He had heard them enter, still. "Dean if you need the room, I'll be out of your hair in a bit. Just let me finish this."
"Uh, Sam," Dean cleared his throat while Angel stood awkwardly beside him.
"Yeah, I know, you wanna take care of business," Sam stood from the desk, closed his laptop and turned around.
Dean's mouth had twisted into and odd shape and Angel tried to avert his gaze from Sam's face, which looked surprised yet confused
"Uh yeah, Sam, this is Angel and no, there will be no business being took care of unless it's between you and him." Both Sam and Angel looked at Dean. "He's been shot! Get the bullet out! Jesus..."
Both Sam and Angel relaxed and Dean began to aggressively remove his leather jacket.
"Uh, I'm sorry, hi," Sam held his hand out to Angel who moved to take it in his. "I'm Sam."
"Angel."
They shook hands briefly and then looked back at Dean, already relaxed on top of one the motel beds.
"Oh! He saved my life in an alley. A vampire jumped me."
"I thought you just went out for a drink, Dean." Sam set his laptop back on the desk he had been sitting at.
"Shit happens, Sammy," Dean buried his face into his pillow. "Anyway, Angel saved me. He says he's a hunter too."
"You believed him?" Sam eyed Angel.
"He saved me."
"And you trust him because of that?"
"Ruby saved you once, and you trust her."
"Dean," Sam whined.
"Don't say 'that's different', Sam. Because it's not. Okay? So just fix the guy up, he's going to die of old age before he bleeds out."
"That doesn't make sense."
"Shut up."
Sam stared at Angel and then went to his bag to get his medical kit.
"You were hit in the shoulder?"
Angel began to remove his blazer. "Yeah, the vampire grabbed your brother's gun, I had my back turned," Angel sighed. "I never thought I'd get shot by a vampire."
"Yeah, modern vampires, they're a bitch." Sam returned with some gauze. "You can wait in the bathroom, I don't want to explain bloody sheets to the maid, again."
Angel smirked.
***
Sam didn't like strangers.
Angel had removed his shirt and had sat on the edge of the bath tub, waiting.
Sam peeked into the restroom. The guy, Angel, that Dean had brought back was sitting on the edge of the tub looking apathetic.
Jesus Christ, Sam thought. He could be some nutcase and Dean invites him back here like we're gonna have a party later.
Sam then turned his attention to Dean, who was out like a light and spralled carelessly on top of Sam's chosen bed.
He sighed and retreated into the bathroom, make-shift surgery kit in hand.
Angel tried to think of an excuse for his body temperature, if these guys were smart they'd be able to tell right away that he was a vampire.
"I'm cold," Angel rubbed his bare shoulders as Sam stepped into the bathroom.
Okay, that was lame, Angel thought. It was his best shot, even though the entire room itself seemed be about 75 degrees.
Sam made a face as he entered the bathroom.
Angel couldn't magically produce goosebumps, so he hoped Sam wouldn't be to attentive.
Sam pushed his hands stubbornly into latex gloves and prepared to dig a bullet out of a stranger.
***
Sam had gotten the bullet out sucessfully but silence hung between him and Angel deviously.
"So, you saved Dean," Sam threaded the needle he'd need to stitch up the wound and glanced at Angel quickly before directing his eyes back at the tiny piece of metal.
"Uh, yeah, I guess he got lucky."
"Yeah, the chances of another hunter being around at that moment are kind of slim," Sam dragged out the last word of the sentence suspiciously.
Angel nodded slowly and then flinched as Sam pushed the needle into the bullet wound.
"Sorry," Sam said in-sincerely.
"I haven't been a hunter long, just since I moved to L.A.," Angel hoped the conversation would take a different turn.
"Oh yeah? How'd you get into it? If you don't mind me asking." Sam's focus was on his stitching.
"A vampire killed my girlfriend, and then I realized that this whole place was crawling with them," Angel stared down at Sam who was intently sewing together his split skin. "It was like an epithany," he whispered.
Sam leaned back, knotted the loose stitch and then grabbed a pair of scissors that rested atop the toilet lid and cut the left over thread.
"Yeah, hunting just kind of hits you that way I guess. I'm all done." Sam stood up, removed the bloodied gloves and tossed them into the sink. "You can take one of Dean's shirts," he sauntered out of the bathroom. "Dean! Wake up!"
"My hair...," Dean raised his head with a jerk, pillow fabric attached to his mouth with dried drool.
Angel followed Sam out of the bathroom a few moments after, shyly trying to cover his bare chest with folded arms.
"Your buddy is all patched up, I told him he could take one of your shirts," Sam smacked one of Dean's booted feet on his way to retrieve a favored t-shirt from his brother's bag.
"Sure, he can take one." Dean sat up from the bed and brushed a hand over his groggy face.
Sam flung Angel a black shirt, who caught it with his non-injured arm.
"So are you working a case here?" Dean stood from the bed and walked over to Angel.
"It's his territory, Dean," Sam pointed. "He lives here."
"Oh, really? Well he's not doing a very job. Seeing as six people are dead, all victims of major blood loss, mysterious neck wounds included." Dean smiled smuggly.
"Los Angeles is crawling with vamps, you're not going to be able to stake them all," Angel retorted. "And if what you say is true about the vampires in Colorado and Montana, that's a bigger problem than any of the vampires running around here."
"It is true and why is that a bigger problem than people dying right here, in L.A.?" Dean crossed his arms defensively.
"Because I've never heard of vampires walking around in the daytime, without some kind of amulet or charm or spell. It's a change in evolution, potentially a more a dangerous breed of vampire."
"Okay, so vampirism and Darwinism meet. There's nothing we can do about that." Sam said flatly.
"What do you mean there's nothing we can do about that?" Dean quipped at his brother.
"It's like erradicating an entire species, Dean!"
"Yeah, so?"
"So it's impossible." Sam shrugged.
"Not if you eliminate the breed with the lowest number of vampires." Angel pointed.
Dean opened his mouth to speak but Sam cut him off.
"That's not the point."
Dean turned to his brother, confused.
"We have bigger things to worry about, Dean."
Dean caught his hint."Christ, Sammy, maybe we should just quit hunting all together! No, yeah, lets just focus on me," Dean threw his hands up in frustration. "Screw all the people who need saving!"
"Dean, that's not what I meant." Sam said apologetically.
"No, Sam, I think that's exactly what you meant."
Angel felt like a polar bear in a bath tub, out of place. There was obviously something he didn't know and no one seemed to be talking about it outright.
Sam and Dean both turned to him.
"Sorry...," they said in unison, like it was something they normally do.
Angel realized he hadn't put the shirt Sam had tossed at him on yet. He wondered if it was odd that he felt comfortable half-naked infront of other guys, it wasn't like they were uncomfortable with it.
Angel pulled the shirt over his head and carefully pushed his arms through. It fit a bit snug but it was a cover.
"I should go," Angel flashed his eyes at the door.
"Wait," Dean walked over to the desk Sam had been sitting at and grabbed a few stray papers. "You said this place is crawling with vamps, you think there's a gang of them?"
Dean handed the papers to Angel, who barely looked them over. "Most of them usually do form gangs, picking abandoned buildings to live in; form nests. Your best bet is low key abandoned factories, places with high small windows. Even places where the windows are completely boarded up."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "You know a lot."
Angel looked at Dean, then at Sam. "I have to."
He handed Dean back his papers and left. Leaving Dean and Sam wondering if the whole 'mysterious act' was as annoying as it seemed.
Author: guardiancastiel
Disclaimer: I do not own either Supernatural or Angel.
Characters/Pairings: eventual Angel/Dean, Sam, (mentions of Ruby)
Genre: General (as of now) Slight sexual tension (later)
Rating: R
Warnings: There's no graphic violence in this one. Some language.
Spoilers: slight Season 3 (SPN) none (Angel)
Summary: Angel was shot, Dean owes him one so he gets Sam to fix him up.
Authors Note: You so this became longer than I expected but never fear action will happen soon! Remember Comments = Love!
"You know, you're much more talkative when you're fighting." Angel followed Dean to his car.
A '67 Impala, a classic. Angel remembered when he first saw one, brand new in a car dealership. He had wondered what it looked like in the daylight, but he didn't really want to be around to find out.
He ran his hand over it's hood.
"Nice car," Angel said as Dean opened the trunk of the car and carelessly threw his gun into it.
"Thanks. So, uh, are you going to bleed to death or do you want some whiskey for that wound?" Dean returned from behind the car, liquor bottle in hand. "I got a brother who could take care of it for you, unless you like hospitals."
"I'm fine."
"Yeah, looks like," Dean surveyed Angel head to toe and then offered him the whiskey.
"No, thanks."
"Yeah, so you never anwsered my question, guy. Who are you?" Dean set the bottle of liquor on the hood of the Impala. "I mean, I got you're name, but that's it. I want details before I turn my back on you."
"You never anwsered my question."
"I'm not the type to give out details."
"And you think I am?"
Dean licked his lips. "Listen, we can dance like this all night or-."
"You know about vampires?" Angel cut in.
"Yes and no. The vampires out here are different from the ones I've seen in Colorado and Montana."
Angel perked up. "What do you mean different?"
"Well for starters, the ones out here are easier to kill." Dean let out a small laugh. "There's no body laying around after you kill it, just dust. And they burn in the sun, their faces are all screwed up so they're easier to distinguish, they're afraid of crosses, and they flinch at the sight of wood!"
Dean paused and furrowed his brow. "That last part didn't sound good."
"Tell me about the other vampires."
"Oh, uh, those bastards are harder to kill. They can walk around in the daytime, they look like regular people, except when they get all fang-y and-," Dean stopped, looking a Angel curiously.
"What?"
"You're a hunter, aren't you?"
At this point, Angel had no idea what Dean was talking about. First off, he had never heard of or ran into any vampires like the ones Dean was describing to him and second, why would Dean think he was a hunter?
Angel went with it.
"Yeah, I hunt vampires," Angel tried to sound authentic. "You hunt too, then?" He just hoped he wasn't making his 'awkward puppy' face.
"Yeah, me and my brother. We don't specify, though. We hunt down every and any evil son of a bitch out there." Dean leant against his car. "Jesus, man, are you sure about that wound?"
Angel looked at his shoulder, the jacket area surrounding the wound was now almost completely soaked in blood. "I've been shot before."
"Yeah, I figured. It kind of goes with the job."
"You said you had a brother who could fix me up." Angel wanted to know more about the whole 'hunting' thing Dean had going and about the vampires he had mentioned, he wanted to know if there was a world he was obvious to.
***
Dean never trusted other hunters.
But the guy riding shotgun next to him was different.
And, yeah, that's what everyone says right before the stranger they just trusted screws them over, but the guy had saved his life. Dean figured he owed him one.
Getting Sam to dig out the slug in the guys shoulder would be the least he could do and the guy, Angel, seemed to be interested in killing vampires.
Which was exactly why Sam and Dean were in Los Angeles to begin with, just one to many exsanguinated victims for Sam and Dean to ignore.
Dean pulled into the seedy motel him and his brother were staying at, and informed Angel that Sam was deffinately the better out of the two of them when it came to surgery.
"I'd probably just cut your arm off," Dean smiled and lead Angel to room 237.
When they entered the quiet room Sam had his back to them, he was sitting a desk adamently typing away on his laptop.
He had heard them enter, still. "Dean if you need the room, I'll be out of your hair in a bit. Just let me finish this."
"Uh, Sam," Dean cleared his throat while Angel stood awkwardly beside him.
"Yeah, I know, you wanna take care of business," Sam stood from the desk, closed his laptop and turned around.
Dean's mouth had twisted into and odd shape and Angel tried to avert his gaze from Sam's face, which looked surprised yet confused
"Uh yeah, Sam, this is Angel and no, there will be no business being took care of unless it's between you and him." Both Sam and Angel looked at Dean. "He's been shot! Get the bullet out! Jesus..."
Both Sam and Angel relaxed and Dean began to aggressively remove his leather jacket.
"Uh, I'm sorry, hi," Sam held his hand out to Angel who moved to take it in his. "I'm Sam."
"Angel."
They shook hands briefly and then looked back at Dean, already relaxed on top of one the motel beds.
"Oh! He saved my life in an alley. A vampire jumped me."
"I thought you just went out for a drink, Dean." Sam set his laptop back on the desk he had been sitting at.
"Shit happens, Sammy," Dean buried his face into his pillow. "Anyway, Angel saved me. He says he's a hunter too."
"You believed him?" Sam eyed Angel.
"He saved me."
"And you trust him because of that?"
"Ruby saved you once, and you trust her."
"Dean," Sam whined.
"Don't say 'that's different', Sam. Because it's not. Okay? So just fix the guy up, he's going to die of old age before he bleeds out."
"That doesn't make sense."
"Shut up."
Sam stared at Angel and then went to his bag to get his medical kit.
"You were hit in the shoulder?"
Angel began to remove his blazer. "Yeah, the vampire grabbed your brother's gun, I had my back turned," Angel sighed. "I never thought I'd get shot by a vampire."
"Yeah, modern vampires, they're a bitch." Sam returned with some gauze. "You can wait in the bathroom, I don't want to explain bloody sheets to the maid, again."
Angel smirked.
***
Sam didn't like strangers.
Angel had removed his shirt and had sat on the edge of the bath tub, waiting.
Sam peeked into the restroom. The guy, Angel, that Dean had brought back was sitting on the edge of the tub looking apathetic.
Jesus Christ, Sam thought. He could be some nutcase and Dean invites him back here like we're gonna have a party later.
Sam then turned his attention to Dean, who was out like a light and spralled carelessly on top of Sam's chosen bed.
He sighed and retreated into the bathroom, make-shift surgery kit in hand.
Angel tried to think of an excuse for his body temperature, if these guys were smart they'd be able to tell right away that he was a vampire.
"I'm cold," Angel rubbed his bare shoulders as Sam stepped into the bathroom.
Okay, that was lame, Angel thought. It was his best shot, even though the entire room itself seemed be about 75 degrees.
Sam made a face as he entered the bathroom.
Angel couldn't magically produce goosebumps, so he hoped Sam wouldn't be to attentive.
Sam pushed his hands stubbornly into latex gloves and prepared to dig a bullet out of a stranger.
***
Sam had gotten the bullet out sucessfully but silence hung between him and Angel deviously.
"So, you saved Dean," Sam threaded the needle he'd need to stitch up the wound and glanced at Angel quickly before directing his eyes back at the tiny piece of metal.
"Uh, yeah, I guess he got lucky."
"Yeah, the chances of another hunter being around at that moment are kind of slim," Sam dragged out the last word of the sentence suspiciously.
Angel nodded slowly and then flinched as Sam pushed the needle into the bullet wound.
"Sorry," Sam said in-sincerely.
"I haven't been a hunter long, just since I moved to L.A.," Angel hoped the conversation would take a different turn.
"Oh yeah? How'd you get into it? If you don't mind me asking." Sam's focus was on his stitching.
"A vampire killed my girlfriend, and then I realized that this whole place was crawling with them," Angel stared down at Sam who was intently sewing together his split skin. "It was like an epithany," he whispered.
Sam leaned back, knotted the loose stitch and then grabbed a pair of scissors that rested atop the toilet lid and cut the left over thread.
"Yeah, hunting just kind of hits you that way I guess. I'm all done." Sam stood up, removed the bloodied gloves and tossed them into the sink. "You can take one of Dean's shirts," he sauntered out of the bathroom. "Dean! Wake up!"
"My hair...," Dean raised his head with a jerk, pillow fabric attached to his mouth with dried drool.
Angel followed Sam out of the bathroom a few moments after, shyly trying to cover his bare chest with folded arms.
"Your buddy is all patched up, I told him he could take one of your shirts," Sam smacked one of Dean's booted feet on his way to retrieve a favored t-shirt from his brother's bag.
"Sure, he can take one." Dean sat up from the bed and brushed a hand over his groggy face.
Sam flung Angel a black shirt, who caught it with his non-injured arm.
"So are you working a case here?" Dean stood from the bed and walked over to Angel.
"It's his territory, Dean," Sam pointed. "He lives here."
"Oh, really? Well he's not doing a very job. Seeing as six people are dead, all victims of major blood loss, mysterious neck wounds included." Dean smiled smuggly.
"Los Angeles is crawling with vamps, you're not going to be able to stake them all," Angel retorted. "And if what you say is true about the vampires in Colorado and Montana, that's a bigger problem than any of the vampires running around here."
"It is true and why is that a bigger problem than people dying right here, in L.A.?" Dean crossed his arms defensively.
"Because I've never heard of vampires walking around in the daytime, without some kind of amulet or charm or spell. It's a change in evolution, potentially a more a dangerous breed of vampire."
"Okay, so vampirism and Darwinism meet. There's nothing we can do about that." Sam said flatly.
"What do you mean there's nothing we can do about that?" Dean quipped at his brother.
"It's like erradicating an entire species, Dean!"
"Yeah, so?"
"So it's impossible." Sam shrugged.
"Not if you eliminate the breed with the lowest number of vampires." Angel pointed.
Dean opened his mouth to speak but Sam cut him off.
"That's not the point."
Dean turned to his brother, confused.
"We have bigger things to worry about, Dean."
Dean caught his hint."Christ, Sammy, maybe we should just quit hunting all together! No, yeah, lets just focus on me," Dean threw his hands up in frustration. "Screw all the people who need saving!"
"Dean, that's not what I meant." Sam said apologetically.
"No, Sam, I think that's exactly what you meant."
Angel felt like a polar bear in a bath tub, out of place. There was obviously something he didn't know and no one seemed to be talking about it outright.
Sam and Dean both turned to him.
"Sorry...," they said in unison, like it was something they normally do.
Angel realized he hadn't put the shirt Sam had tossed at him on yet. He wondered if it was odd that he felt comfortable half-naked infront of other guys, it wasn't like they were uncomfortable with it.
Angel pulled the shirt over his head and carefully pushed his arms through. It fit a bit snug but it was a cover.
"I should go," Angel flashed his eyes at the door.
"Wait," Dean walked over to the desk Sam had been sitting at and grabbed a few stray papers. "You said this place is crawling with vamps, you think there's a gang of them?"
Dean handed the papers to Angel, who barely looked them over. "Most of them usually do form gangs, picking abandoned buildings to live in; form nests. Your best bet is low key abandoned factories, places with high small windows. Even places where the windows are completely boarded up."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "You know a lot."
Angel looked at Dean, then at Sam. "I have to."
He handed Dean back his papers and left. Leaving Dean and Sam wondering if the whole 'mysterious act' was as annoying as it seemed.