fic: Supernatural/Buffy: Miracles Bring Tourists 2/?
Title: Miracles Bring Tourists
Author: Havenward
Series: Supernatural/Buffy crossover with a splash of other things**
Rating: PG13
Words: 613
Note: For jaydecrow, because sometimes a little crack makes all the difference. Comments and criticism are love.
Summary: Sam's looking for Bobby, and hunters aren't the only ones in town.
Part 1 here.
Wherever it was Sunnydale came from, it hadn't exactly shown up by itself. There weren't any other cities that spontaneously integrated themselves into existence (there was a rumor about a coastal town in Massachusetts that would need looking into), but other places seemed to have access to the convention as well. Sam hadn't noticed at first. He'd been too engrossed in the first panel (Using the Old Laws to Your Advantage) to even try and convince Dean to keep his hands to himself. Once they'd left the conference room, on the other hand...
Well, pygmy minotaurs are hard to miss. Even if they couldn't have been taller than Sam's knee.
He frowned. Pygmy anything was likely to get Dean in trouble, either from insulting it or trying to kill it. The entire convention seemed to be light side only, at least, but he was starting to wish that he hadn't agreed to splitting up to look for Bobby. Especially since his brother had insisted on being the one to check out what the convention called The Armory.
He bit his lip thoughtfully and scanned the dealer's room again. There were any number of tables featuring charms, amulets, enchantments, and various supplies for spellcraft. He could picture Bobby visiting any of them (except, maybe, the table being run by a troll, even if it was wearing a well appointed pinstripe suit - its table had a neat selection of some of the more gut wrenching ingredients that couldn't possibly be for anything they were used to hunting) but didn't see him anywhere.
“...thought you said inter-dimensional travel couldn't be done anymore?” someone said right next to him from out of nowhere.
Startled, Sam stepped to the side as a young blond woman and a frighteningly cheerful guy with glasses stepped out of a police box and closed the door behind them. Sam blinked. That hadn't been there a moment ago, he was sure of it.
“Sorry!” she said as they pushed past him.
“It can't,” the man said, grinning madly and completely oblivious. “But this isn't traveling. It's more of a convergence, like a planetary alignment...” The couple disappeared into the crowd and out of earshot.
“Great,” Sam muttered to himself. Nothing good ever came out of planetary alignments. They could always be counted on to bring out the crazies even when they didn't trigger any supernatural events.
Rubbing a hand over his face, he decided to try looking in the convention's library. Even if Bobby wasn't there, maybe he could find something about the yellow-eyed demon.
It was going to be a long weekend...
---
Sunnydale isn't the best place ever for vampires. Sure, there's a never ending supply of them, drawn to the Hellmouth or the Slayer or both. But the vampiric death rate wasn't anything to laugh at.
Still, Frak was old enough to recognize what was going on, had been around the last few times it had happened, in fact. But he'd never been in the right place at the right time to take advantage of it.
This time there would be no stopping him from tasting the blood of heroes...
“Hey,” his brother said from where he was lazing across the couch. “How many Chosen Ones does it take to change a light bulb?”
Frak rolled his eyes, and regretted turning him for the nth time that day. “I don't know, Frik, how many?”
“One, but they'll be too busy arguing over which of them it is to do anything.”
**Lovecraft's Innesmouth and Doctor Who
Author: Havenward
Series: Supernatural/Buffy crossover with a splash of other things**
Rating: PG13
Words: 613
Note: For jaydecrow, because sometimes a little crack makes all the difference. Comments and criticism are love.
Summary: Sam's looking for Bobby, and hunters aren't the only ones in town.
Part 1 here.
Wherever it was Sunnydale came from, it hadn't exactly shown up by itself. There weren't any other cities that spontaneously integrated themselves into existence (there was a rumor about a coastal town in Massachusetts that would need looking into), but other places seemed to have access to the convention as well. Sam hadn't noticed at first. He'd been too engrossed in the first panel (Using the Old Laws to Your Advantage) to even try and convince Dean to keep his hands to himself. Once they'd left the conference room, on the other hand...
Well, pygmy minotaurs are hard to miss. Even if they couldn't have been taller than Sam's knee.
He frowned. Pygmy anything was likely to get Dean in trouble, either from insulting it or trying to kill it. The entire convention seemed to be light side only, at least, but he was starting to wish that he hadn't agreed to splitting up to look for Bobby. Especially since his brother had insisted on being the one to check out what the convention called The Armory.
He bit his lip thoughtfully and scanned the dealer's room again. There were any number of tables featuring charms, amulets, enchantments, and various supplies for spellcraft. He could picture Bobby visiting any of them (except, maybe, the table being run by a troll, even if it was wearing a well appointed pinstripe suit - its table had a neat selection of some of the more gut wrenching ingredients that couldn't possibly be for anything they were used to hunting) but didn't see him anywhere.
“...thought you said inter-dimensional travel couldn't be done anymore?” someone said right next to him from out of nowhere.
Startled, Sam stepped to the side as a young blond woman and a frighteningly cheerful guy with glasses stepped out of a police box and closed the door behind them. Sam blinked. That hadn't been there a moment ago, he was sure of it.
“Sorry!” she said as they pushed past him.
“It can't,” the man said, grinning madly and completely oblivious. “But this isn't traveling. It's more of a convergence, like a planetary alignment...” The couple disappeared into the crowd and out of earshot.
“Great,” Sam muttered to himself. Nothing good ever came out of planetary alignments. They could always be counted on to bring out the crazies even when they didn't trigger any supernatural events.
Rubbing a hand over his face, he decided to try looking in the convention's library. Even if Bobby wasn't there, maybe he could find something about the yellow-eyed demon.
It was going to be a long weekend...
---
Sunnydale isn't the best place ever for vampires. Sure, there's a never ending supply of them, drawn to the Hellmouth or the Slayer or both. But the vampiric death rate wasn't anything to laugh at.
Still, Frak was old enough to recognize what was going on, had been around the last few times it had happened, in fact. But he'd never been in the right place at the right time to take advantage of it.
This time there would be no stopping him from tasting the blood of heroes...
“Hey,” his brother said from where he was lazing across the couch. “How many Chosen Ones does it take to change a light bulb?”
Frak rolled his eyes, and regretted turning him for the nth time that day. “I don't know, Frik, how many?”
“One, but they'll be too busy arguing over which of them it is to do anything.”
**Lovecraft's Innesmouth and Doctor Who