SPN/Roswell ficlet, orginally written for spn500
Naturally, what do I do when I'm awaiting SV like whoa? Write fic of the two other fandoms that have owned my brain. At this point, what have I not crossed over with SPN yet?
Title: The Miracle of Metallica
Author: lunarknightz
Challenge: Aftermath
Spoilers: "Devil's Trap" for SPN, "Graduation" for Roswell
Catergory: Gen
Rating: PG
Warnings: Crossover with the TV show "Roswell".
Word Count: 359
Summary: Something saved the Winchesters that night.
“Dean?” Sam whispered as he opened his eyes and saw his brother standing by his bed. “What in the hell happened?”
“The best I can figure it, we were stuck in a demonic version of Frogger.”
“Frogger?” Sam said weakly.
“We got blindsided by an eighteen wheeler, Sammy.”
“Did it at least have one of those “How’s My Driving?” signs on the back?”
“I didn’t check.” Dean said with a weak smile.
Sam sat up. “I don’t…I don’t feel like I was hit like a truck. I actually feel…”
“Pretty good, right?” Dean said gruffly. “Yeah, me too. It’s like being a modern medical miracle or something. And then I…”
“And then you what?”
“Look at your chest Sammy.”
“My chest? What are you talking about?”
“Just do it, okay?”
With a sigh, Sam pulled the thin hospital gown from his body and looked down to his chest. A silver handprint shone on the pale skin.
“Whoa.” Sam said, inhaling sharply. “What in the hell is that?”
“I don’t know. But whatever in the hell it is, I’ve got one too.” Dean pulled up his T-shirt to reveal his a silver glimmer. “And Dad’s charts said that he had one of these crazy ass tattoos, too.”
“Had?”
“Dad woke up before we did. He’s alive, Sammy, but he’s…gone.”
“So what do we do?” Sam replied, after a lengthy pause.
“What else can we do?” Dean shrugged. “We begin where we left off.”
“We’ll…we’ll need a new car, right?”
Dean shook his head. “Whoever saved us saved the Impala too.”
“Dean, you said we were hit by an eighteen wheeler.”
“It runs better than ever…the engine purrs like you wouldn’t believe. There’s not a dent or a scratch to be soon. And a new paint job to boot.”
“Who in the hell would do something like that, Dean? Did they leave a calling card, a bill, anything?”
“Not really. There was a post it note on the steering wheel, though.”
“Yeah? And it said?”
“Metallica rocks.”
“So basically, you’re telling me that we were saved by the miracle of Metallica.”
“Hey…weirder things do happen to us... on a weekly basis.”
Title: The Miracle of Metallica
Author: lunarknightz
Challenge: Aftermath
Spoilers: "Devil's Trap" for SPN, "Graduation" for Roswell
Catergory: Gen
Rating: PG
Warnings: Crossover with the TV show "Roswell".
Word Count: 359
Summary: Something saved the Winchesters that night.
“Dean?” Sam whispered as he opened his eyes and saw his brother standing by his bed. “What in the hell happened?”
“The best I can figure it, we were stuck in a demonic version of Frogger.”
“Frogger?” Sam said weakly.
“We got blindsided by an eighteen wheeler, Sammy.”
“Did it at least have one of those “How’s My Driving?” signs on the back?”
“I didn’t check.” Dean said with a weak smile.
Sam sat up. “I don’t…I don’t feel like I was hit like a truck. I actually feel…”
“Pretty good, right?” Dean said gruffly. “Yeah, me too. It’s like being a modern medical miracle or something. And then I…”
“And then you what?”
“Look at your chest Sammy.”
“My chest? What are you talking about?”
“Just do it, okay?”
With a sigh, Sam pulled the thin hospital gown from his body and looked down to his chest. A silver handprint shone on the pale skin.
“Whoa.” Sam said, inhaling sharply. “What in the hell is that?”
“I don’t know. But whatever in the hell it is, I’ve got one too.” Dean pulled up his T-shirt to reveal his a silver glimmer. “And Dad’s charts said that he had one of these crazy ass tattoos, too.”
“Had?”
“Dad woke up before we did. He’s alive, Sammy, but he’s…gone.”
“So what do we do?” Sam replied, after a lengthy pause.
“What else can we do?” Dean shrugged. “We begin where we left off.”
“We’ll…we’ll need a new car, right?”
Dean shook his head. “Whoever saved us saved the Impala too.”
“Dean, you said we were hit by an eighteen wheeler.”
“It runs better than ever…the engine purrs like you wouldn’t believe. There’s not a dent or a scratch to be soon. And a new paint job to boot.”
“Who in the hell would do something like that, Dean? Did they leave a calling card, a bill, anything?”
“Not really. There was a post it note on the steering wheel, though.”
“Yeah? And it said?”
“Metallica rocks.”
“So basically, you’re telling me that we were saved by the miracle of Metallica.”
“Hey…weirder things do happen to us... on a weekly basis.”