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Hello everyone! I bring an offering of a fanfic!
It's a crossover between Dresden Files, Twilight, and Supernatural.
TITLE: CAT'S CRADLE
CHAPTER: 1/13
RATING: G ( in this chapter)
Title: Cat’s Cradle
Rating: G
Fandoms: The Dresden Files/ Twilight/ Supernatural
Chapter: 1/13
Warnings: AU, Bad Humor, Bad Writing, Bad Language, and spoilers up to White Knight.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these people. If I did, I would come home to Dean, Harry, and Jacob every night.
Thanks: Thank you to my jewel of a beta, Sunggle_Muggle. If not for you, this would have been awfull!
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It was six in the morning, and the motel room was stifling in the little Tennessee town where Dean and Sam Winchester had just finished dispatching a locust demon. Dean was sleeping on top of his bed, shirtless, the warm summer night causing a slight sheen of sweat to appear on his broad, golden, scarred, and wounded back. Sam was sitting at the rickety little table, clad only in his boxers, lukewarm bottle of beer next to his laptop where he was typing at the keys rather lazily, searching for their next job.
Money was running kinda low, with Dean in being no shape to hustle pool, and the gas prices were getting to the point were it would have been more economical to walk all over the country. He glanced at Dean and felt his heart contract just a little bit, but whether it was from relief at getting him out of that damnable deal, or from pain from Dean’s own perpetual pig-headedness, he didn’t know. He took a sip of beer, trying to work it around the lump in his throat. Just at that point, his laptop gave a beep. With a few deft keystrokes he opened up his inbox and there was an e-mail just begging for his attention. He opened it.
Mr. Winchester-
There is a coven of vampires in Forks, Washington. They have caused significant damage. You and your brother will be paid five thousand dollars in advance, and ten thousand more on completion of the extermination. Attached are the photos and names of the vampires. There is also a human involved, by the name of Bella Swan. Do not harm her. Failure to regard this rule will cost you dearly. You have two weeks.
It was unsigned. His gut said not to take the job, to tell this guy, this girl, these people, to go screw themselves. But his head, and his wallet, told him to take the job. He glanced at Dean, and the still-healing wound that ran from the top of his neck, near the left jaw line, down to his right hip with the stitches pulling at the skin and making it ugly and puckered. He hated himself for allowing that to happen to his brother. He glanced at the e-mail again, and hit reply. It was short, and to the point.
We’ll do it.
He hit send and got out of the chair, walked over to Dean, and shook his shoulder lightly.
“Wha-Sammy? What’s up?” He looked around, no doubt checking to see if the salt lines were in place and that nothing was in the room trying to kill them, his jade green eyes slightly clouded over with sleep, full mouth slightly marred with pillow creases.
Sam walked over to Dean’s bag and tossed him a shirt, which he caught and started to pull on, grimacing slightly as the movements disturbed his wound, but not complaining about the discomfort, and certainly not willing to ask Sam for help.
“Get up. We got a job.”
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Harry Dresden ran his fingers over his face. It was early morning and he was walking up to his office with his own personal monster, Mouse, by his side. His dog was a genuine Temple Dog, with capital letters, capable of sensing supernatural baddies and not without a measure of power himself. Mouse once roused an apartment full of people in the middle of night, in the middle of a fire, in general state of calm, and got them all to safety. He also tore a Skavis to shreds, no mean feat when dealing with the White Court of Vampires. Mouse also reliably knew good guys from bad. Plus, he was helpful at eating leftovers.
Harry walked up the five levels, Mouse bounding ahead with his usual puppy-like vigor and turned to him, panting, with his doggy grin, tongue lolling out of his mouth.
“Shut up. Some of us aren’t two years old you know.” Harry ruffled his fur and faced his corner office, and immediately knew something was wrong. Not only did his wards seem out of place, but there was a faint tingle of magical energies that meant that someone with big magical power had been here before him. Someone along the lines of the Fairy Queens, or the White King. Also, Mouse was giving off his low, subsonic growl, one that rumbled through his boat-like chest and rattled Harry’s bones. Harry readied his new shield bracelet, sending warmth over his burned and mangled left wrist. After a homicidal Black Court vampire managed to burn his left hand to a toasty crisp despite the shield, he had re-vamped his old shield bracelet, weaving strands of copper, silver, and iron together to form a shield that not only broke the forces of nature like fie and rubble, but heat and speed as well. He also tightened his grip on his blasting rod, disarmed his wards, flung open his door and was greeted with… nothing.
Zip. Zilch. Not even a cleaning fairy. He let the energy go, as Mouse sniffed around the threshold, sneezing a couple of times, as if he had a cold. Harry raised his eyebrow, walked over to where Mouse was sniffing, and lowered his nose. Nothing. He closed his eyes, then opened and used his Senses. Not only did he use his Sight, but also his sense of Smell.
Wizards are gifted with the normal five senses, namely touch, taste, sight, smell, and hearing. But they also have five more, five more that were open to the Supernatural aspect of the world. The senses also gave a Wizard a damn good idea about what the other person, place, or thing was like. It showed him the Truth about them, the core of their being. That was a major advantage, and it had saved his apprentice’s life one time. But there was also a bad side to using them. Everything that a Wizard uses his Senses on stays with him forever. And Harry’s mental shelf was getting way too damned crowded with horrible images, so convoluted that they gave him nightmares. He recalled an old friend of his who was possessed by an angry ghost that tore him apart and nearly drove him to the brink of madness. But then wizards also sometimes see something so beautiful, so magnificent, that it takes their breath away. Moments like when Harry saw Karrin Murphy’s true soul, as an avenging angel, wrapped in a white robe and halo, her gun a shining bolt of light, coming to save his bony ass.
Harry smiled at the memory and took a deep breath. Cold. So cold it burned his nose. He fell back a few feet and wiped his nose a couple of times, sneezing as he did so. He pulled back and closed his Senses. He opened his eyes and looked at Mouse, who had his head cocked with an envelope in his mouth. He walked over to his dog, giving him a lazy scratch as a way of thanks.
“Was that under my door?” Harry asked as he took the envelope from Mouse, ruffling his fur, and opened it. A wad of cash, along with names and pictures of people he didn’t know fell onto the floor. One picture was of a young man, with long blond hair, the other of a small woman with spiky black hair shopping in a mall, and the last was one of a young man holding a girl with long brown hair in his arms. All but the brunette had golden eyes. He opened the letter. It was short and to the point.
Mr. Dresden,
There are warlocks in Forks, Washington. They are guilty of breaking the third, fourth, and sixth laws of magic. As a Warden, you know your duty is to bring them in, along with the rest of the Gold Court Vampires. You have two weeks.
There wasn’t a signature.
There are seven laws of magic, seven simple laws that, if you want to live, you don’t break. The ones that were broken were the ones regarding enthrallment of another being, or using your will to master their emotions and their mind, the one regarding the passage of time, and why you don’t fiddle with it, and the one saying you don’t screw with people’s minds. The last one his apprentice had broken, and it nearly cost Molly her life. It was his job as a Warden of the White Council to capture warlocks and bring them before the Council for so-called “justice.” They were a corrupt bunch of white-hats, with one or more of the Senior Council members leaking information to the Black Council, as he had dubbed them, a shadowy organization that had been pulling strings since he had first set up shop in Chicago as a PI. A few Wardens, such as his buddy in Los Angeles named Carlos Ramirez, and a Senior Council member and his mentor, Ebenezer McCoy, knew about the Black Council, but they kept their heads down and their mouths shut.
Harry growled slightly as he hoisted himself off the surface of his desk. He knew he really should have contacted the Northwestern Warden to take care of the black wizards in their jurisdiction, but the stores of fighters had been greatly damaged in the war with the Red Court of Vampires, massive ugly bat-like things with narcotic spit, and there was no warden of the Northwest anymore. Harry knew nothing about the Gold Court, hell, he had never heard of it, and decided he needed to consult his partner, the spirit of air and knowledge, Bob. Mouse walked over to him nudging his good hand with his muzzle, giving a little whine. Harry smiled and ruffled his fur, clipping on his leash.
“Come on, boy, time to talk to the talking skull.”
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“Jasper?” Alice Cullen asked, wondering where her husband had disappeared to.. She was so absorbed in the last-minute details of the wedding and the honeymoon that she seemed to have lost track of time. When She had first started this most recent project it was easily noon, but now it was around one in the morning. She wandered the house, and found him sitting on the backyard porch swing, focused on something in the trees. She sneaked up behind him and put her hands over his eyes. He jumped and then relaxed.
“Silly. Don’t be so uptight, she chuckled and kissed the back of his cold neck. He glanced at her, gold eyes going warm. He opened his arms and she climbed into them, with his arms wrapping around her like a blanket, chin resting on her head, her head resting on his chest, listening to the sound of his breathing. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the night, of the crickets, of the water in the distance, and a faint wolf howl. She was content to wait for Jasper to open up to her. She knew he would eventually
“Somethin’ doesn’t seem right.” He said, his tenor voice rumbling through his chest and through her bones.
“What do you mean?” she asked, puzzled at his choice of words.
“Somethin’ seems…off.” His arms tightened around her, and his jaw locked. He was really worried about this. She closed her eyes and Focused. A few minutes later, she opened her eyes and found her husband looking off in the distance, scowl upon his marble features.
“I didn’t see anything Jasper, stop worrying, love.” She giggled lightly as she leaned up and kissed his nose. He sighed, smiled, and let her go. She unfolded herself as they stood up, her head barely reaching his chest. She looked up at him and smiled, his face melting somewhat.
“Are the Quileute’s attending the weddin’?” He asked her, nuzzling her temple lightly.
“I sent them invitations, but I don’t know if they’re coming or not yet” she said, fingers tapping out a rhythm on his marble thigh. He just gave a noncommittal noise. He was obviously not convinced, and she wondered what he was planning. Jasper hadn’t made up his mind that much she knew, because she couldn’t see anything to do with him at all.
“Don’t be so tense, after all, the wedding is only two weeks away.” Alice hugged him once, and then walked off to find Edward.
It's a crossover between Dresden Files, Twilight, and Supernatural.
TITLE: CAT'S CRADLE
CHAPTER: 1/13
RATING: G ( in this chapter)
Title: Cat’s Cradle
Rating: G
Fandoms: The Dresden Files/ Twilight/ Supernatural
Chapter: 1/13
Warnings: AU, Bad Humor, Bad Writing, Bad Language, and spoilers up to White Knight.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these people. If I did, I would come home to Dean, Harry, and Jacob every night.
Thanks: Thank you to my jewel of a beta, Sunggle_Muggle. If not for you, this would have been awfull!
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It was six in the morning, and the motel room was stifling in the little Tennessee town where Dean and Sam Winchester had just finished dispatching a locust demon. Dean was sleeping on top of his bed, shirtless, the warm summer night causing a slight sheen of sweat to appear on his broad, golden, scarred, and wounded back. Sam was sitting at the rickety little table, clad only in his boxers, lukewarm bottle of beer next to his laptop where he was typing at the keys rather lazily, searching for their next job.
Money was running kinda low, with Dean in being no shape to hustle pool, and the gas prices were getting to the point were it would have been more economical to walk all over the country. He glanced at Dean and felt his heart contract just a little bit, but whether it was from relief at getting him out of that damnable deal, or from pain from Dean’s own perpetual pig-headedness, he didn’t know. He took a sip of beer, trying to work it around the lump in his throat. Just at that point, his laptop gave a beep. With a few deft keystrokes he opened up his inbox and there was an e-mail just begging for his attention. He opened it.
Mr. Winchester-
There is a coven of vampires in Forks, Washington. They have caused significant damage. You and your brother will be paid five thousand dollars in advance, and ten thousand more on completion of the extermination. Attached are the photos and names of the vampires. There is also a human involved, by the name of Bella Swan. Do not harm her. Failure to regard this rule will cost you dearly. You have two weeks.
It was unsigned. His gut said not to take the job, to tell this guy, this girl, these people, to go screw themselves. But his head, and his wallet, told him to take the job. He glanced at Dean, and the still-healing wound that ran from the top of his neck, near the left jaw line, down to his right hip with the stitches pulling at the skin and making it ugly and puckered. He hated himself for allowing that to happen to his brother. He glanced at the e-mail again, and hit reply. It was short, and to the point.
We’ll do it.
He hit send and got out of the chair, walked over to Dean, and shook his shoulder lightly.
“Wha-Sammy? What’s up?” He looked around, no doubt checking to see if the salt lines were in place and that nothing was in the room trying to kill them, his jade green eyes slightly clouded over with sleep, full mouth slightly marred with pillow creases.
Sam walked over to Dean’s bag and tossed him a shirt, which he caught and started to pull on, grimacing slightly as the movements disturbed his wound, but not complaining about the discomfort, and certainly not willing to ask Sam for help.
“Get up. We got a job.”
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Harry Dresden ran his fingers over his face. It was early morning and he was walking up to his office with his own personal monster, Mouse, by his side. His dog was a genuine Temple Dog, with capital letters, capable of sensing supernatural baddies and not without a measure of power himself. Mouse once roused an apartment full of people in the middle of night, in the middle of a fire, in general state of calm, and got them all to safety. He also tore a Skavis to shreds, no mean feat when dealing with the White Court of Vampires. Mouse also reliably knew good guys from bad. Plus, he was helpful at eating leftovers.
Harry walked up the five levels, Mouse bounding ahead with his usual puppy-like vigor and turned to him, panting, with his doggy grin, tongue lolling out of his mouth.
“Shut up. Some of us aren’t two years old you know.” Harry ruffled his fur and faced his corner office, and immediately knew something was wrong. Not only did his wards seem out of place, but there was a faint tingle of magical energies that meant that someone with big magical power had been here before him. Someone along the lines of the Fairy Queens, or the White King. Also, Mouse was giving off his low, subsonic growl, one that rumbled through his boat-like chest and rattled Harry’s bones. Harry readied his new shield bracelet, sending warmth over his burned and mangled left wrist. After a homicidal Black Court vampire managed to burn his left hand to a toasty crisp despite the shield, he had re-vamped his old shield bracelet, weaving strands of copper, silver, and iron together to form a shield that not only broke the forces of nature like fie and rubble, but heat and speed as well. He also tightened his grip on his blasting rod, disarmed his wards, flung open his door and was greeted with… nothing.
Zip. Zilch. Not even a cleaning fairy. He let the energy go, as Mouse sniffed around the threshold, sneezing a couple of times, as if he had a cold. Harry raised his eyebrow, walked over to where Mouse was sniffing, and lowered his nose. Nothing. He closed his eyes, then opened and used his Senses. Not only did he use his Sight, but also his sense of Smell.
Wizards are gifted with the normal five senses, namely touch, taste, sight, smell, and hearing. But they also have five more, five more that were open to the Supernatural aspect of the world. The senses also gave a Wizard a damn good idea about what the other person, place, or thing was like. It showed him the Truth about them, the core of their being. That was a major advantage, and it had saved his apprentice’s life one time. But there was also a bad side to using them. Everything that a Wizard uses his Senses on stays with him forever. And Harry’s mental shelf was getting way too damned crowded with horrible images, so convoluted that they gave him nightmares. He recalled an old friend of his who was possessed by an angry ghost that tore him apart and nearly drove him to the brink of madness. But then wizards also sometimes see something so beautiful, so magnificent, that it takes their breath away. Moments like when Harry saw Karrin Murphy’s true soul, as an avenging angel, wrapped in a white robe and halo, her gun a shining bolt of light, coming to save his bony ass.
Harry smiled at the memory and took a deep breath. Cold. So cold it burned his nose. He fell back a few feet and wiped his nose a couple of times, sneezing as he did so. He pulled back and closed his Senses. He opened his eyes and looked at Mouse, who had his head cocked with an envelope in his mouth. He walked over to his dog, giving him a lazy scratch as a way of thanks.
“Was that under my door?” Harry asked as he took the envelope from Mouse, ruffling his fur, and opened it. A wad of cash, along with names and pictures of people he didn’t know fell onto the floor. One picture was of a young man, with long blond hair, the other of a small woman with spiky black hair shopping in a mall, and the last was one of a young man holding a girl with long brown hair in his arms. All but the brunette had golden eyes. He opened the letter. It was short and to the point.
Mr. Dresden,
There are warlocks in Forks, Washington. They are guilty of breaking the third, fourth, and sixth laws of magic. As a Warden, you know your duty is to bring them in, along with the rest of the Gold Court Vampires. You have two weeks.
There wasn’t a signature.
There are seven laws of magic, seven simple laws that, if you want to live, you don’t break. The ones that were broken were the ones regarding enthrallment of another being, or using your will to master their emotions and their mind, the one regarding the passage of time, and why you don’t fiddle with it, and the one saying you don’t screw with people’s minds. The last one his apprentice had broken, and it nearly cost Molly her life. It was his job as a Warden of the White Council to capture warlocks and bring them before the Council for so-called “justice.” They were a corrupt bunch of white-hats, with one or more of the Senior Council members leaking information to the Black Council, as he had dubbed them, a shadowy organization that had been pulling strings since he had first set up shop in Chicago as a PI. A few Wardens, such as his buddy in Los Angeles named Carlos Ramirez, and a Senior Council member and his mentor, Ebenezer McCoy, knew about the Black Council, but they kept their heads down and their mouths shut.
Harry growled slightly as he hoisted himself off the surface of his desk. He knew he really should have contacted the Northwestern Warden to take care of the black wizards in their jurisdiction, but the stores of fighters had been greatly damaged in the war with the Red Court of Vampires, massive ugly bat-like things with narcotic spit, and there was no warden of the Northwest anymore. Harry knew nothing about the Gold Court, hell, he had never heard of it, and decided he needed to consult his partner, the spirit of air and knowledge, Bob. Mouse walked over to him nudging his good hand with his muzzle, giving a little whine. Harry smiled and ruffled his fur, clipping on his leash.
“Come on, boy, time to talk to the talking skull.”
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“Jasper?” Alice Cullen asked, wondering where her husband had disappeared to.. She was so absorbed in the last-minute details of the wedding and the honeymoon that she seemed to have lost track of time. When She had first started this most recent project it was easily noon, but now it was around one in the morning. She wandered the house, and found him sitting on the backyard porch swing, focused on something in the trees. She sneaked up behind him and put her hands over his eyes. He jumped and then relaxed.
“Silly. Don’t be so uptight, she chuckled and kissed the back of his cold neck. He glanced at her, gold eyes going warm. He opened his arms and she climbed into them, with his arms wrapping around her like a blanket, chin resting on her head, her head resting on his chest, listening to the sound of his breathing. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the night, of the crickets, of the water in the distance, and a faint wolf howl. She was content to wait for Jasper to open up to her. She knew he would eventually
“Somethin’ doesn’t seem right.” He said, his tenor voice rumbling through his chest and through her bones.
“What do you mean?” she asked, puzzled at his choice of words.
“Somethin’ seems…off.” His arms tightened around her, and his jaw locked. He was really worried about this. She closed her eyes and Focused. A few minutes later, she opened her eyes and found her husband looking off in the distance, scowl upon his marble features.
“I didn’t see anything Jasper, stop worrying, love.” She giggled lightly as she leaned up and kissed his nose. He sighed, smiled, and let her go. She unfolded herself as they stood up, her head barely reaching his chest. She looked up at him and smiled, his face melting somewhat.
“Are the Quileute’s attending the weddin’?” He asked her, nuzzling her temple lightly.
“I sent them invitations, but I don’t know if they’re coming or not yet” she said, fingers tapping out a rhythm on his marble thigh. He just gave a noncommittal noise. He was obviously not convinced, and she wondered what he was planning. Jasper hadn’t made up his mind that much she knew, because she couldn’t see anything to do with him at all.
“Don’t be so tense, after all, the wedding is only two weeks away.” Alice hugged him once, and then walked off to find Edward.