The Other Brothers 4a/?
anonymous
March 5 2010, 02:17:45 UTC
It rains during the night, turning the entire city grey, soggy and depressing, and it’s still drizzling when Dean wakes up the next morning. Sam’s sleeping like he’s in a coma and Castiel’s not in the room, having taken Dean’s ‘don’t watch people while they sleep’ speech to heart, so no one sees when he nearly falls off the bed trying to untangle himself from the sheets without bumping his ankle. Thank god for small miracles.
He shakes Sam awake and they easily settle into the morning shower-dress-eat shuffle that’s second nature to them now.
They go to the restaurant from yesterday, and study a map of the city over pancakes and coffee. The hotel is flanked by a heavily wooded park, residential areas and flat farmlands, but no residents or farmers have reported seeing anything strange or remotely bear related, so the park’s probably their best bet. Sam digs out a pair of I.D.s from some wilderness organisation or other to show the employees.
The absence of their newest tag-along doesn’t go unnoticed. “Should we call Cas?” Sam asks, frowning into his cup.
Dean only thinks for a second before responding. “Nah. He hasn’t exactly...perfected his social skills yet.”
***
The park has about a dozen groundskeepers on rotation, so when Sam and Dean show up at the tiny visitor’s center, they are greeted by the Saturday crew. Only one of them - a perky brunette named Albertina - was there on Thursday, when the bear escaped. She doesn’t give them any useful information, even as Dean flirts with her for the entire conversation, but Sam notices a cork board hanging on the wall opposite the door. It’s nearly covered in glossy Polaroids of dirt and plants, and he sees their mutated, thumb-possessing bear paw on one of the newer ones.
“Schools sometimes come down to learn about ecosystems and that jazz, and we let the kids make animal prints in the forest floor with plaster. I take pictures for them to take home, and the ones that aren’t claimed get tacked up,” Albertina says breezily, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and looking up at Dean from under her lashes. Yesterday’s date is scrawled messily across the back of the photo.
They don’t bother asking her where the tracks are - the rain’s turned them into little more than puddles by now - and walk back to the Impala to get the shotguns. They load them with regular bullets, not the salty kind, and out of habit, Sam double checks if Ruby’s knife is still in his jacket. It is.
The park’s picnic area and playground is clear of civilians, and that's just as well, because there are quite a few scenarios that monster + kids could result in and none of them are particularly pleasant. Seeing two armed men salt and burn Knut’s lifeless corpse probably wouldn’t be a fun family experience either. So, standing side-by-side in front of a dense forest in a clear inch of mud with fog setting in, Sam turns to Dean.
The Other Brothers 4b/?
anonymous
March 5 2010, 02:27:34 UTC
They do, but it doesn’t help much.
Castiel teleports around the forest for a while, but he doesn’t cover much more distance than if they’d just walked around looking for the bear. Also, hearing that wing-fluttering sound seventeen times in a row takes a serious toll on one’s mental health.
They’re going to have to do this the old fashioned way.
The first hour isn’t bad - they don’t find anything, but Dean laughs when Sam slides down an especially muddy hill and Sam shoves a handful of dirt down his shirt in return, and pretty soon they’re having a mud fight of epic proportions. Dean tries to get Castiel involved when he flings some mud onto the angel’s pristine trench coat, but Castiel just tilts his head, and the mud slides off by itself.
“Spoilsport.”
The next four hours they spend wallowing in the mud get a lot less fun. Their boots are waterlogged, all of their clothing is caked in grime, even Castiel, who’s stopped self-grooming three hours ago, and the fog hasn’t lifted. Dean is very close to calling it a day and going back to the motel, where it’s puke-y and kitten-y but dry and warm, when he hears a crunching sound coming from the trees to his left.
Sam bumps into him when Dean freezes abruptly, and the next crunch is so loud that he’s sure everyone within a five mile radius has heard it. The trio creep around the trees, trying to get a look at the thing as quietly as they can, and it’s a tense minute before Dean can see the bear’s titanic white head, bowed over the bloody carcass of an unfortunate deer. He and Sam grip their guns, and Castiel remains as impassive as ever, but the bear doesn’t look up.
The thing looks nothing like the polar bears he’s seen on National Geographic - its head and bloodstained jaws are massive, even more massive than regular bear heads, and it’s holding and gnawing on the deer’s leg with one of its front paws like it’s the drumstick on a Thanksgiving turkey. Proportion-wise, it looks more like a teddy bear than an actual bear. This witch either has really weird taste in evil animals or really just sucks at spells.
They try to discuss the course of action as best as they can without actually saying anything but then the bear lifts its huge, huge head, squints its terrifying but somehow still adorable eyes and takes a few wobbly, menacing steps towards them.
The Other Brothers 4c/?
anonymous
March 5 2010, 02:40:25 UTC
As cute as this thing is, Dean doesn’t hesitate - he’s got his shotgun up on his shoulder in a heartbeat and Sam’s done the same when -
“Waitstopdon’t!”
Dean makes a startled noise (an incredibly manly noise, not at all like Sam, who screams like a five year old girl), because a hooded figure has literally materialised out of the thin air between them, pushing their guns apart so that they fire harmlessly into some nearby trees.
The guy’s got his back to them, but he suddenly turns around, and they can see that he’s clearly the girly twin from the hotel, even in the dimming dusk light and with the hood of a - Toronto Maple Leafs, seriously? - sweater nearly slipping off his head.
Canadian. Sam totally owes a Dean twenty.
But illogical wagers aside, said Canadian is now looking downright terrified and takes a step back, fully intending on vanishing again when Dean’s years of hitting-people-in-the-head training kick in marvelously, and he slams the barrel of his gun into the side of the guy’s head. The kid is out with one hit, hitting the forest floor, face-down, like a sack of hockey pucks. Dean stares him down, just in case he’s sill conscious.
“Bear’s gone.”
At the sound of Sam’s voice, his head snaps up and indeed, the space where a polar bear was standing just a few moments before is empty. “Shit.”
Castiel takes a step forward and stares into the fog like he’s trying to dissipate it with his mind. “It can’t have far. Should I go after it?”
“Fuck no. You can’t fire a gun, and that thing would tear your head off and use it as a bowling ball before you could get in stabbing range. We’ll find it later,” Dean whips out a pair of handcuffs from Sam-doesn’t-want-to-know-where and cuffs the guy’s hand together, and then zip-ties his feet, for good measure. “Let’s first get the invisible man here back to the motel before he wakes up.”
“Not the motel. If he’s got any powers beyond being able to scare the shit out of people, it’d be safer to bring him to an isolated area,” Sam turns his head towards Castiel. “Cas, could you bring us to a, abandoned house, or factory, or something?”
Castiel nods, but before he can actually do so, Dean growls, “We are not leaving the Impala here.”
Sam tries to stifle a sigh. “We’ll come right back, I promise -“
“No. No fucking way.”
“Dean, he’s already moving.” As if on cue, the prone figure shifts, trying to get into a more comfortable position around the handcuffs.
“Cas, couldn’t you just do your angel mind-trick on him?”
Even under the intense gazes of both Winchester brothers, Castiel doesn’t waver and says, “I’m not sure. I’ve never tried it on an already unconscious subject before.”
Dean takes a very long look at the guy lying on the ground, and then back at Sam.
“Fine. Let’s get this over with.”
As he slings the unconscious body over his shoulder, Sam smiles a little. “She’ll be fine, Dean.”
Re: The Other Brothers 4c/?
anonymous
March 5 2010, 04:36:54 UTC
Oh no, Mattie!!!!
Oh no, Supernatural dudes. I fear, and hope, you get tracked down when England and America remember Canada and try to find him.
:D :D :D
Poor Kumajiro, what is wrong with you? Gone insane? Why don't you try to save your master?!!?? T_T
ahahah, I love the "Toronto Maple Leafs, seriously???" ahahahha! Yay, there are still some hardcore fans of the Maple Leafs despite their now horrible streak. My cool Math teacher has been one for 20 years or something. --> I offer you some internet sweets/donuts/cookies (?) :D :D :D
Re: The Other Brothers 4c/?
anonymous
March 5 2010, 06:09:11 UTC
ok so i've been following this for a while now and i think i need to explain how much i love you for writing this because as bizarre a crossover as it is, you are making it work and writing it well you are keeping true and in character to both canons and i am highly entertained awesome job
Re: The Other Brothers 4c/?
anonymous
March 22 2010, 04:26:03 UTC
This is my new hero. (And this is old news. XD But I've only just got off my ass and said something about it.) The thing with the pie was my hero. I read it to random people who had no idea what I was on about and even they thought it was funny. XDDD
Canadian!Anon is worried about Matt. BE NICE, SAM AND DEAN. He's mostly harmless! We swear!
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Re: The Other Brothers 4c/?
anonymous
March 25 2010, 19:23:49 UTC
Aw, poor Mattie, getting caught up in stuff all because his brothers can't behave. And poor Kuma, poor, poor Kuma. Anywho, this rocks anon! I hope to see another update soon.
But the Habs fan in me cringed at the Leafs sweater. But I choose to believe he cycles through teams.
Worried!Anon is not OP
anonymous
March 30 2010, 05:52:17 UTC
Please, please tell me this isn't dead. Cuz, the existing parts were so close together... And it's been quite a while... *is paranoid about fills dying*
Pathetic!Anon needs I need this to update like BURNING. Especially after reading the description for this Thurday's episode. SHIT'S FINALLY GONNA HAPPEN. GWAH. *is going to impode from the waiting*
He shakes Sam awake and they easily settle into the morning shower-dress-eat shuffle that’s second nature to them now.
They go to the restaurant from yesterday, and study a map of the city over pancakes and coffee. The hotel is flanked by a heavily wooded park, residential areas and flat farmlands, but no residents or farmers have reported seeing anything strange or remotely bear related, so the park’s probably their best bet. Sam digs out a pair of I.D.s from some wilderness organisation or other to show the employees.
The absence of their newest tag-along doesn’t go unnoticed. “Should we call Cas?” Sam asks, frowning into his cup.
Dean only thinks for a second before responding. “Nah. He hasn’t exactly...perfected his social skills yet.”
***
The park has about a dozen groundskeepers on rotation, so when Sam and Dean show up at the tiny visitor’s center, they are greeted by the Saturday crew. Only one of them - a perky brunette named Albertina - was there on Thursday, when the bear escaped. She doesn’t give them any useful information, even as Dean flirts with her for the entire conversation, but Sam notices a cork board hanging on the wall opposite the door. It’s nearly covered in glossy Polaroids of dirt and plants, and he sees their mutated, thumb-possessing bear paw on one of the newer ones.
“Schools sometimes come down to learn about ecosystems and that jazz, and we let the kids make animal prints in the forest floor with plaster. I take pictures for them to take home, and the ones that aren’t claimed get tacked up,” Albertina says breezily, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and looking up at Dean from under her lashes. Yesterday’s date is scrawled messily across the back of the photo.
They don’t bother asking her where the tracks are - the rain’s turned them into little more than puddles by now - and walk back to the Impala to get the shotguns. They load them with regular bullets, not the salty kind, and out of habit, Sam double checks if Ruby’s knife is still in his jacket. It is.
The park’s picnic area and playground is clear of civilians, and that's just as well, because there are quite a few scenarios that monster + kids could result in and none of them are particularly pleasant. Seeing two armed men salt and burn Knut’s lifeless corpse probably wouldn’t be a fun family experience either. So, standing side-by-side in front of a dense forest in a clear inch of mud with fog setting in, Sam turns to Dean.
“Now should we call Cas?”
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Castiel teleports around the forest for a while, but he doesn’t cover much more distance than if they’d just walked around looking for the bear. Also, hearing that wing-fluttering sound seventeen times in a row takes a serious toll on one’s mental health.
They’re going to have to do this the old fashioned way.
The first hour isn’t bad - they don’t find anything, but Dean laughs when Sam slides down an especially muddy hill and Sam shoves a handful of dirt down his shirt in return, and pretty soon they’re having a mud fight of epic proportions. Dean tries to get Castiel involved when he flings some mud onto the angel’s pristine trench coat, but Castiel just tilts his head, and the mud slides off by itself.
“Spoilsport.”
The next four hours they spend wallowing in the mud get a lot less fun. Their boots are waterlogged, all of their clothing is caked in grime, even Castiel, who’s stopped self-grooming three hours ago, and the fog hasn’t lifted. Dean is very close to calling it a day and going back to the motel, where it’s puke-y and kitten-y but dry and warm, when he hears a crunching sound coming from the trees to his left.
Sam bumps into him when Dean freezes abruptly, and the next crunch is so loud that he’s sure everyone within a five mile radius has heard it. The trio creep around the trees, trying to get a look at the thing as quietly as they can, and it’s a tense minute before Dean can see the bear’s titanic white head, bowed over the bloody carcass of an unfortunate deer. He and Sam grip their guns, and Castiel remains as impassive as ever, but the bear doesn’t look up.
The thing looks nothing like the polar bears he’s seen on National Geographic - its head and bloodstained jaws are massive, even more massive than regular bear heads, and it’s holding and gnawing on the deer’s leg with one of its front paws like it’s the drumstick on a Thanksgiving turkey. Proportion-wise, it looks more like a teddy bear than an actual bear. This witch either has really weird taste in evil animals or really just sucks at spells.
They try to discuss the course of action as best as they can without actually saying anything but then the bear lifts its huge, huge head, squints its terrifying but somehow still adorable eyes and takes a few wobbly, menacing steps towards them.
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“Waitstopdon’t!”
Dean makes a startled noise (an incredibly manly noise, not at all like Sam, who screams like a five year old girl), because a hooded figure has literally materialised out of the thin air between them, pushing their guns apart so that they fire harmlessly into some nearby trees.
The guy’s got his back to them, but he suddenly turns around, and they can see that he’s clearly the girly twin from the hotel, even in the dimming dusk light and with the hood of a - Toronto Maple Leafs, seriously? - sweater nearly slipping off his head.
Canadian. Sam totally owes a Dean twenty.
But illogical wagers aside, said Canadian is now looking downright terrified and takes a step back, fully intending on vanishing again when Dean’s years of hitting-people-in-the-head training kick in marvelously, and he slams the barrel of his gun into the side of the guy’s head. The kid is out with one hit, hitting the forest floor, face-down, like a sack of hockey pucks. Dean stares him down, just in case he’s sill conscious.
“Bear’s gone.”
At the sound of Sam’s voice, his head snaps up and indeed, the space where a polar bear was standing just a few moments before is empty. “Shit.”
Castiel takes a step forward and stares into the fog like he’s trying to dissipate it with his mind. “It can’t have far. Should I go after it?”
“Fuck no. You can’t fire a gun, and that thing would tear your head off and use it as a bowling ball before you could get in stabbing range. We’ll find it later,” Dean whips out a pair of handcuffs from Sam-doesn’t-want-to-know-where and cuffs the guy’s hand together, and then zip-ties his feet, for good measure. “Let’s first get the invisible man here back to the motel before he wakes up.”
“Not the motel. If he’s got any powers beyond being able to scare the shit out of people, it’d be safer to bring him to an isolated area,” Sam turns his head towards Castiel. “Cas, could you bring us to a, abandoned house, or factory, or something?”
Castiel nods, but before he can actually do so, Dean growls, “We are not leaving the Impala here.”
Sam tries to stifle a sigh. “We’ll come right back, I promise -“
“No. No fucking way.”
“Dean, he’s already moving.” As if on cue, the prone figure shifts, trying to get into a more comfortable position around the handcuffs.
“Cas, couldn’t you just do your angel mind-trick on him?”
Even under the intense gazes of both Winchester brothers, Castiel doesn’t waver and says, “I’m not sure. I’ve never tried it on an already unconscious subject before.”
Dean takes a very long look at the guy lying on the ground, and then back at Sam.
“Fine. Let’s get this over with.”
As he slings the unconscious body over his shoulder, Sam smiles a little. “She’ll be fine, Dean.”
“Shut your mouth.”
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Oh no, Supernatural dudes. I fear, and hope, you get tracked down when England and America remember Canada and try to find him.
:D :D :D
Poor Kumajiro, what is wrong with you? Gone insane? Why don't you try to save your master?!!?? T_T
ahahah, I love the "Toronto Maple Leafs, seriously???" ahahahha! Yay, there are still some hardcore fans of the Maple Leafs despite their now horrible streak. My cool Math teacher has been one for 20 years or something. --> I offer you some internet sweets/donuts/cookies (?) :D :D :D
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because as bizarre a crossover as it is, you are making it work and writing it well
you are keeping true and in character to both canons and i am highly entertained
awesome job
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the bear lifts its huge, huge head, squints its terrifying but somehow still adorable eyes
I love this line, if only for the image of an adorable but evil teddy bear ^^
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Canadian!Anon is worried about Matt. BE NICE, SAM AND DEAN. He's mostly harmless! We swear!
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I lie. That last bit was all me.
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But the Habs fan in me cringed at the Leafs sweater. But I choose to believe he cycles through teams.
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Pathetic!Anon needs I need this to update like BURNING. Especially after reading the description for this Thurday's episode. SHIT'S FINALLY GONNA HAPPEN. GWAH. *is going to impode from the waiting*
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