Black and Blue: Glee/Supernatural fic; Kurt/Blaine, Sam, Dean, Sebastian
Title: Black and Blue
Author: erikssiren
Fandom(s): Glee/Supernatural crossover
Characters/Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Sebastian, Sam and Dean
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and allusions to adult situations
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers for the most reason season of Glee (3x11, I think) and season four of Supernatural
Summary: There's a reason Sebastian's slushie had rock salt in it and he was aiming for Kurt.
Author's Notes: This was inspired by this epic gifset on Tumblr where Sebastian is Sam and Dean's half brother and the rock salt was for demon!Kurt. I wasn't planning on writing this, but it just ate away at my brain and wouldn't let up until I put it on paper. No beta and Sebastian is pretty much OOC because I decided his persona is just a gimmick.
Disclaimer: Glee and Supernatural belong to Ryan Murphy/Fox and Eric Kripke/CW, respectively. I do not own them. Also, certain dialogue was taken directly from the above gifset and belongs to the creator of that amazing piece of fandom awesomeness.
Sebastian paced the floor of the cheap motel nervously, the past 24 hours replaying in his mind almost painfully. How the hell was he going to tell Sam and Dean he couldn't take down a low level demon? He was a Winchester like them, if only by half, and he was brought up reading lore and learning the techniques of how to hunt. It wasn’t his fault his mother was more of a theoretical teacher than a practical one. Still, he shouldn't have failed so spectacularly. He was better than that.
“Hey little man," Dean mumbled around a sandwich as the two brothers burst into the hotel room, stopping his repetitive steps. The eldest hunter had been warmer to him than Sam, though that wasn’t saying much. “How did your first solo demon hunt slash flash mob go?” Sebastian let the two settle in, Sam sitting alert on the edge of his bed while Dean spread the rest of his lunch over the table.
“Well…”
“Well? No story of a successful ganking ever started with ‘well’” Sam growled, Dean nodding in agreement, his mouth full of food.
“It was all going to plan!” Sebastian insisted. “We met up, did our little sing-off-”
“I still can’t believe they actually do that,” Dean laughed. “I mean-”
“Dean,” Sam cut in. “Not now.” He motioned at Sebastian.
“I had the slushie, added the rock salt and I threw it at him but then out of nowhere Kurt’s boyfriend flew out in front of him. And I think I really hurt him, and -” He choked off. He liked Blaine, a lot. He was more concerned about his safety than a one-night stand with the singer (it was a convenient way of staying close to the other boy, though), who knows how long that monster has been inside Kurt? Who knows what it's done to Blaine?
“So what you’re telling us," Sam interrupted his thoughts, “is you somehow managed to screw this up?”
Dean shot him a look Sebastian couldn’t decipher. The youngest hunter wanted to hang his head but no, if he couldn’t convince his brothers - half related or not - he could do this then he might as well give it all up and go back home. Not that there was anything to go home to.
“Look, it would have worked, okay,” he insisted. “He’d be sizzling right now if Blaine hadn’t jumped in the way.” Dean sighed and Sam looked like he wanted to punch something, preferably Sebastian.
“I knew we should have taken care of this,” Sam muttered. “We would have been out of here by now, finding another way to defeat Lucifer-”
“Shut up Sam,” Dean said sharply. Sebastian didn’t know the history behind the Winchester’s current predicament, only that it had something to do with angels (which he still couldn’t believe they existed), including the strangely stoic one Dean called Cas that showed up every once in a while as well as possibly the end of the world. Sebastian stood in silence as the brothers carried on a conversation with their eyes, feeling slightly out of place.
“They still believe you’re a class-A dick who just wants to get in Blaine's pants, right?” Dean asked suddenly. Sebastian nodded hesitantly, afraid of what he had to reveal next. “Well, at least you didn’t ruin your cover. We’ve still got another chance.”
“Um…”
“‘Um’ is worse than ‘well’,” Sam sighed and Sebastian echoed it before recounting what happened at the Lima Bean earlier that morning.
Sebastian took a deep breath as he entered the coffee house the aromatic sent making him feel slightly sick as Blaine’s screams echoed in his ears. His eyes wandered over the patrons until it landed on the innocent looking teenager that Sebastian wanted nothing more than to rip from limb to limb. No, he reminded himself, No, not Kurt, the thing inside him. Smoothing out his ridiculously uncomfortable blazer that Dean’s mocking smirks still clung to Sebastian let the mask of Sebastian Smythe, pretentious bastard, slide over his face. As long as he kept it up, the demons would think him a harmless kid and never see their doom until it was too late.
Sebastian glided over to where the demon was sitting, barb on his lips when the other creature threw him off with a pleasing “Sebastian.” The young hunter stood awkwardly behind the large armchair, Kurt’s hair impeccably parted and shining in the morning Ohio light. In the back of his mind Sebastian was impressed at how well the demon was keeping up appearances.
"Please, sit down," it said in a voice anyone would have though was pleasant but Sebastian heard the unnatural edge. Summoning up his alter ego’s courage he slid gracefully into his seat.
“Rock salt slushie? Really?” The demon didn’t waste any time, poisoning Kurt’s blue eyes black for the briefest of moments before returning to their natural color. Sebastian kept the smirk in place.
“Found that out huh? Lucky you’ve managed to trick some poor guy into thinking he’s defending you.” Sebastian was careful to make sure his fear for Blaine's life came off as jealousy. The minute it knew his fondness for the other boy was the moment Blaine's fate was sealed.
“What can I say?” Non-Kurt smiled. “This kid’s got the body that girls and guys pant over and the poor thing doesn’t even realize his potential.” The smirk turned satisfied and it made Sebastian’s skin crawl. “He’s not totally defenseless, though. He’s a bitch and a half and has puppy dog Blaine at his bidding, as we’ve seen.” He chuckled silkily and Sebastian’s hands curled into fists.
The demon leaned forward as though to divulge a secret and the hunter found himself meeting him halfway. “The dog analogy doesn’t stop at the bedroom, either. It’s been fun, forcing Blaine on his hands and knees, making him beg for it. And the best part is he likes it.” He whispered the last part and Sebastian saw red. “There’s nothing so enjoyable as wrecking a pretty little thing like that.” Sebastian’s blood boiled and his muscles tensed, ready to spring up and throw the demon across the room when suddenly a voice reached his ears he hadn’t expected to hear.
“Here to apologize, Sebastian?” The coldness in Blaine’s voice stilled Sebastian’s anger, replacing it with guilt.
“Actually, yes,” he answered smoothly, letting no emotion leak out as he leaned back into the chair as Blaine sat beside him. The demon quickly donned Kurt’s easy smile as he mirrored Sebastian’s actions. “I never wanted anyone to get hurt. At least not anyone who deserved it,” he couldn’t resist adding, meeting Kurt’s eyes and making his message clear.
“Yeah, good thing I heal quickly.” Blaine’s voice took on an edge that made Sebastian freeze and he almost vomited at the satisfied smirk on Kurt’s face. No, please. He looked over in trepidation to see Blaine’s hazel eyes disappear behind orbs of infinite darkness and resisted the urge to sob. He was too late. Not-Blaine leaned in slightly and Sebastian couldn’t hide his involuntary flinch.
“Now, tell those big brothers of yours that you’re all leaving. This town belongs to us.” Blaine’s eyes quickly returned to normal as Sebastian responded with a dumfounded “huh,” his stomach still churning and his brain frozen at the truth revealing itself before him. “Did that make it awkward?” The demon inside Blaine inquired of his cohort in a mockingly curious tone.
“Shit,” Dean swore, ending Sebastian’s story (which was just as well because he honestly couldn’t remember how he got out of there). “Well, I guess that’s our cue. We’ll get these bastards, send them back to Hell and move on.” He picked up the ghastly looking knife Sebastian first saw two weeks ago sticking out of the back of his calculus teacher during his first meeting with the Winchesters and the brothers headed to the door.
“Wait,” he cried as they reached the door. “Listen, they’re the only ones left in Lima, they assured me of that. Said you got the rest.” He ignored the superior snort out of Sam. “Just…don’t hurt them, okay? From what I’ve heard Kurt and Blaine really deserve some happiness.” The hunters remained passive. “Could you exercise them instead of stabbing them? Please?” Again the brothers conversed with their eyes and it was Sam who relented.
“Fine, we’ll trap them.” He walked across the room and grabbed another bag, talking as he checked his contents. “We’ll try it your way but you’ve got to know-”
“I know. But if those bastards have already hurt them I’d rather they die from those injuries than be used as puppets.” The venom in his voice surprised even Sebastian, but he held Sam’s gaze and then turned matched Dean’s before the other man nodded.
“Stay here,” Dean ordered. Sebastian wanted to protest but the shame burning in his gut since the demons had grinned at him with innocent boys’ lips in the coffee house silenced him.
“Good luck,” he answered, sinking to the bed as the door shut, nerves tingling with suspense as he waited, hoping the two boys least likeliest to be suspected of possession survived this, unsure what he would do if they died.
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Author: erikssiren
Fandom(s): Glee/Supernatural crossover
Characters/Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Sebastian, Sam and Dean
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and allusions to adult situations
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers for the most reason season of Glee (3x11, I think) and season four of Supernatural
Summary: There's a reason Sebastian's slushie had rock salt in it and he was aiming for Kurt.
Author's Notes: This was inspired by this epic gifset on Tumblr where Sebastian is Sam and Dean's half brother and the rock salt was for demon!Kurt. I wasn't planning on writing this, but it just ate away at my brain and wouldn't let up until I put it on paper. No beta and Sebastian is pretty much OOC because I decided his persona is just a gimmick.
Disclaimer: Glee and Supernatural belong to Ryan Murphy/Fox and Eric Kripke/CW, respectively. I do not own them. Also, certain dialogue was taken directly from the above gifset and belongs to the creator of that amazing piece of fandom awesomeness.
Sebastian paced the floor of the cheap motel nervously, the past 24 hours replaying in his mind almost painfully. How the hell was he going to tell Sam and Dean he couldn't take down a low level demon? He was a Winchester like them, if only by half, and he was brought up reading lore and learning the techniques of how to hunt. It wasn’t his fault his mother was more of a theoretical teacher than a practical one. Still, he shouldn't have failed so spectacularly. He was better than that.
“Hey little man," Dean mumbled around a sandwich as the two brothers burst into the hotel room, stopping his repetitive steps. The eldest hunter had been warmer to him than Sam, though that wasn’t saying much. “How did your first solo demon hunt slash flash mob go?” Sebastian let the two settle in, Sam sitting alert on the edge of his bed while Dean spread the rest of his lunch over the table.
“Well…”
“Well? No story of a successful ganking ever started with ‘well’” Sam growled, Dean nodding in agreement, his mouth full of food.
“It was all going to plan!” Sebastian insisted. “We met up, did our little sing-off-”
“I still can’t believe they actually do that,” Dean laughed. “I mean-”
“Dean,” Sam cut in. “Not now.” He motioned at Sebastian.
“I had the slushie, added the rock salt and I threw it at him but then out of nowhere Kurt’s boyfriend flew out in front of him. And I think I really hurt him, and -” He choked off. He liked Blaine, a lot. He was more concerned about his safety than a one-night stand with the singer (it was a convenient way of staying close to the other boy, though), who knows how long that monster has been inside Kurt? Who knows what it's done to Blaine?
“So what you’re telling us," Sam interrupted his thoughts, “is you somehow managed to screw this up?”
Dean shot him a look Sebastian couldn’t decipher. The youngest hunter wanted to hang his head but no, if he couldn’t convince his brothers - half related or not - he could do this then he might as well give it all up and go back home. Not that there was anything to go home to.
“Look, it would have worked, okay,” he insisted. “He’d be sizzling right now if Blaine hadn’t jumped in the way.” Dean sighed and Sam looked like he wanted to punch something, preferably Sebastian.
“I knew we should have taken care of this,” Sam muttered. “We would have been out of here by now, finding another way to defeat Lucifer-”
“Shut up Sam,” Dean said sharply. Sebastian didn’t know the history behind the Winchester’s current predicament, only that it had something to do with angels (which he still couldn’t believe they existed), including the strangely stoic one Dean called Cas that showed up every once in a while as well as possibly the end of the world. Sebastian stood in silence as the brothers carried on a conversation with their eyes, feeling slightly out of place.
“They still believe you’re a class-A dick who just wants to get in Blaine's pants, right?” Dean asked suddenly. Sebastian nodded hesitantly, afraid of what he had to reveal next. “Well, at least you didn’t ruin your cover. We’ve still got another chance.”
“Um…”
“‘Um’ is worse than ‘well’,” Sam sighed and Sebastian echoed it before recounting what happened at the Lima Bean earlier that morning.
Sebastian took a deep breath as he entered the coffee house the aromatic sent making him feel slightly sick as Blaine’s screams echoed in his ears. His eyes wandered over the patrons until it landed on the innocent looking teenager that Sebastian wanted nothing more than to rip from limb to limb. No, he reminded himself, No, not Kurt, the thing inside him. Smoothing out his ridiculously uncomfortable blazer that Dean’s mocking smirks still clung to Sebastian let the mask of Sebastian Smythe, pretentious bastard, slide over his face. As long as he kept it up, the demons would think him a harmless kid and never see their doom until it was too late.
Sebastian glided over to where the demon was sitting, barb on his lips when the other creature threw him off with a pleasing “Sebastian.” The young hunter stood awkwardly behind the large armchair, Kurt’s hair impeccably parted and shining in the morning Ohio light. In the back of his mind Sebastian was impressed at how well the demon was keeping up appearances.
"Please, sit down," it said in a voice anyone would have though was pleasant but Sebastian heard the unnatural edge. Summoning up his alter ego’s courage he slid gracefully into his seat.
“Rock salt slushie? Really?” The demon didn’t waste any time, poisoning Kurt’s blue eyes black for the briefest of moments before returning to their natural color. Sebastian kept the smirk in place.
“Found that out huh? Lucky you’ve managed to trick some poor guy into thinking he’s defending you.” Sebastian was careful to make sure his fear for Blaine's life came off as jealousy. The minute it knew his fondness for the other boy was the moment Blaine's fate was sealed.
“What can I say?” Non-Kurt smiled. “This kid’s got the body that girls and guys pant over and the poor thing doesn’t even realize his potential.” The smirk turned satisfied and it made Sebastian’s skin crawl. “He’s not totally defenseless, though. He’s a bitch and a half and has puppy dog Blaine at his bidding, as we’ve seen.” He chuckled silkily and Sebastian’s hands curled into fists.
The demon leaned forward as though to divulge a secret and the hunter found himself meeting him halfway. “The dog analogy doesn’t stop at the bedroom, either. It’s been fun, forcing Blaine on his hands and knees, making him beg for it. And the best part is he likes it.” He whispered the last part and Sebastian saw red. “There’s nothing so enjoyable as wrecking a pretty little thing like that.” Sebastian’s blood boiled and his muscles tensed, ready to spring up and throw the demon across the room when suddenly a voice reached his ears he hadn’t expected to hear.
“Here to apologize, Sebastian?” The coldness in Blaine’s voice stilled Sebastian’s anger, replacing it with guilt.
“Actually, yes,” he answered smoothly, letting no emotion leak out as he leaned back into the chair as Blaine sat beside him. The demon quickly donned Kurt’s easy smile as he mirrored Sebastian’s actions. “I never wanted anyone to get hurt. At least not anyone who deserved it,” he couldn’t resist adding, meeting Kurt’s eyes and making his message clear.
“Yeah, good thing I heal quickly.” Blaine’s voice took on an edge that made Sebastian freeze and he almost vomited at the satisfied smirk on Kurt’s face. No, please. He looked over in trepidation to see Blaine’s hazel eyes disappear behind orbs of infinite darkness and resisted the urge to sob. He was too late. Not-Blaine leaned in slightly and Sebastian couldn’t hide his involuntary flinch.
“Now, tell those big brothers of yours that you’re all leaving. This town belongs to us.” Blaine’s eyes quickly returned to normal as Sebastian responded with a dumfounded “huh,” his stomach still churning and his brain frozen at the truth revealing itself before him. “Did that make it awkward?” The demon inside Blaine inquired of his cohort in a mockingly curious tone.
“Shit,” Dean swore, ending Sebastian’s story (which was just as well because he honestly couldn’t remember how he got out of there). “Well, I guess that’s our cue. We’ll get these bastards, send them back to Hell and move on.” He picked up the ghastly looking knife Sebastian first saw two weeks ago sticking out of the back of his calculus teacher during his first meeting with the Winchesters and the brothers headed to the door.
“Wait,” he cried as they reached the door. “Listen, they’re the only ones left in Lima, they assured me of that. Said you got the rest.” He ignored the superior snort out of Sam. “Just…don’t hurt them, okay? From what I’ve heard Kurt and Blaine really deserve some happiness.” The hunters remained passive. “Could you exercise them instead of stabbing them? Please?” Again the brothers conversed with their eyes and it was Sam who relented.
“Fine, we’ll trap them.” He walked across the room and grabbed another bag, talking as he checked his contents. “We’ll try it your way but you’ve got to know-”
“I know. But if those bastards have already hurt them I’d rather they die from those injuries than be used as puppets.” The venom in his voice surprised even Sebastian, but he held Sam’s gaze and then turned matched Dean’s before the other man nodded.
“Stay here,” Dean ordered. Sebastian wanted to protest but the shame burning in his gut since the demons had grinned at him with innocent boys’ lips in the coffee house silenced him.
“Good luck,” he answered, sinking to the bed as the door shut, nerves tingling with suspense as he waited, hoping the two boys least likeliest to be suspected of possession survived this, unsure what he would do if they died.
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