SPNL/XM:E : Potential(5/?) , Gen, R
A/N: Well, here's another update! I'm really enjoying writing this story, sO I hope you guys enjoy reading it!
TITLE: Potential (5/?)
FANDOM: Supernatural/X-Men: Evolution (Cartoon)
RATING: R
SUMMARY: This Samuel Winchester was a multitude of power.
WARNING: Here there be language. Some knowledge on both 'worlds' is preferred, or at least one 'world', but not necessary.
CHARACTERS: LINK HERE FOR CHARACTERS
THE WINCHESTERS: Dean(14), Sam(10), John Winchester, James Murphy, Bobby Singer,
THE X-MEN: Professor Xavier, Beast (Dr. Hank McCoy), Cyclops (18) (Scott Summers), Jean Grey(18), Wolverine (really old) ('Logan'), Storm (Ororo Munroe), Nightcrawler (16) (Kurt Wagner), Shadowcat (15) (Kitty Pryde), Rogue(16) (Anna Marie), Spyke(15) (Evan Daniels), Iceman(15) (Bobby Drake), Cannonball(16) (Sam Gunthrie), Wolfsbane(14) (Rahne Sinclair), Multiple(13) (Jaime Madrox), Berserker(17) (Ray Crisp), Sunspot (17) (Roberto De Costa), Havok (14) (Alex Summers),
THE BROTHERHOOD: Mystique (Raven Darkholme), Avalanche (17) (Lance Dominic Alvers), Blob(18) (Fred Dukes), Toad(16) (Todd Toynbee Tolansky), Quicksilver(16) (Pietro Maximoff), Scarlet Witch(18) (Wanda Maximoff)
DISCLAIMER: Here’s the disclaimer.
NOTES: Blame Hulu. :)
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five
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Transit Motel, Utah
Holy shit and motherfucking ho!
That's what Dean was thinking as a loud rap sounded on their front door.
"What is it?" Sammy mumbled, opening his eyes slightly as he was still fighting sleep.
"Shhh." Dean stood up and walked slowly to the door. Maybe it was Dad. Maybe he had rushed back home so fast that he hadn't bothered to call or remember his key. It certainly wouldn't be the first time.
He really hoped it was Dad.
"Dean?"
"Shhh!" He put a finger up to his own lips. Sammy was going to blow their cover, and they had no where to go and hide.
Sam stood up and was at Dean's back, with his own shotgun in hand, and moving silently with him. He didn't know whether to be happy with the back up or mad that the kid didn't stay put. Oh well, he wasn't about to start that fight right now.
Again, there was another hard knock sequence on the door.
"That's not Dad," Sam said, echoing Dean's own thoughts. Dad had a special knock, harder and kind of more rushed. Three quick then two more short raps.
"Shh."
They didn't have a peep hole, which Dean hated, but he could glance out the window without anyone seeing him. It was dark enough inside, and the street lamp was so far off, that whoever was out there wouldn't be able to see him if he moved the curtains just enough to get one eye out in the open.
This was so not his night.
Dean frowned at what he saw. Shit, shit, and double shit on a blazing hot summer day! There was more than one person out there. In fact, there was what appeared to be five people out there. There was some guy, at about Dean's height, no smaller, and he was standing behind the lot of them. A lady stood tall behind a man in a wheelchair. Next to them stood two teens, a guy older than Dean's fourteen years and a girl, about the boy's age. The boy had some glasses on, that in the light glistened red.
Dean held up his hands, the five fingers spread open. Five people, he indicated to his brother.
Sammy seemed to gather closer to him. Sam poked his shoulder, what do we do?
Dean tried to think. What would Dad do? Dad would likely gather his guns and open that door and take these people head on.
"One's in wheels, man," he mouthed to his brother.
"Wheelchair?" Sammy mouthed back. Dean nodded, looking back at the five out the -
"Holy Shit!" Dean yelped out. He jumped back and fell to the ground onto his ass, taking Sammy back with him.
A sixth one had popped, literally POPPED, out of no where.
"Holy shit, shit ,shit! Ah shit!" Dean got to his feet and scrambled backwards, away from the door. He kept a firm grip on his gun in one hand, and more importantly on his brother in the other hand.
"Shit! Oh, shit, Sam!"
"What?" Sammy scrambled to keep up with him. Dean led Sam to the bathroom.
"Get in! And stay down." Dean closed the bathroom door. He sighed, trying to capture his breathe again.
"Dean? What is it? What happened?" Sammy came up to sit besides him. The little hand on his knee helped Dean to try and gather himself up again. He needed to be sharp. Crap, things were playing inside Sammy's head, now there's some - some freak popping in front of their room. Shit!!
"This guy, just , he just, and he wasn't before, but then he was. Shit!"
Sammy leaned against him. He stared at the door that they were now hiding behind.
"What if Dad calls?"
Dean reached out and wrapped an arm around his brother. He was doing a crappy job of not getting the younger boy freaked out.
"If we don't answer, then he'll know there's trouble."
"What if they break in, and and take us or something?! Dean, what if it's that guy? From my head?!"
"Shh." Dean loosened his fingers around his gun. If they got in, then the bullets would fly. He just hoped that Dad got home first, like now.
Outside of Transit Motel, Utah
Kurt came back from trying to gauge the residence. Charles was no longer trying to connect to the boy. His head still throbbed from his previous encounter with the lad's mind, and he couldn't put himself in that position again.
But he could sense him. Oh yes, this one's powers were very strong.
No. Wait a minute.
Two, there were two.
One was radiating of a power so strong, but the other one, his own power was phenomenal. Not as strong as the first, but stronger than some of his own students. Stronger still than even of some of the ones standing besides him.
And the two, children.
"I cannot get inside." Kurt said, walking over to him. "Something is protecting those valls. I got inside the two rooms on either side, but not that one."
"They're blocking ya?" Wolverine growled from behind them.
"I thought you could go through anything?"
"Remarkable," Charles said.
"Professor, perhaps this isn't such a good idea." Storm said.
"It's not the boy that's blocking Kurt's attempts. It's the room."
"The room is stopping him?" Cyclops repeated in confusion. The others looked equally alarmed, how could a room stop Kurt's powers.
"Remarkable indeed," Charles said.
"Perhaps we should knock again?"
"Jean is right." Charles nodded and Cyclops leaned forward and knocked against the old door, its paint peeling further with the force.
Still no answer.
"Perhaps they are asleep?" Kurt suggested.
"No, they're in there." Wolverine said. I see them. Two of them, little boys.
Charles nodded. He had sensed enough of that, but clearly Wolverine had seen them, perhaps even smelled them.
"Perhaps it would be best to wait until morning."
"Would that be prudent, Professor? If he's as dangerous as -
"He is just a child. I can't see any parents at the moment. It wouldn't be to our best interest to-
The door swung open unexpectedly. Behind them, Wolverine growled. Three guns cocked, one in front of them, two behind.
"Hands in the air! And, no funny business!"
TBC... ->Part Six