Crossover Fic: Long Live… the Hunter?
Title: Long Live… the Hunter?
Author: Amanda
Fandom’s: Merlin, Supernatural, and Harry Potter crossover
Rating: R
Summary: The Once and Future King was prophesized to awaken in a time of greatest need. Luckily for the world, mankind’s time of greatest need just happens to be Lucifer breaking out of Hell. Unfortunately, Dean isn’t exactly King material.
Disclaimer: I don’t even own the computer I’m typing on. Don’t bother suing.
It took nearly a week to travel the short distance between the church of Lucifer’s rising and Chuck’s house. Dean and his brother drove down streets clogged by abandoned cars, roads with bodies torn to shreds left to rot, and entire towns infested with demons. They collected what food and supplies they could when they felt it was safe. Sometimes they got lucky, other times no amount of luck in the world would have been enough. The world had latterly gone to hell.
When they finally arrived at Chuck’s house, the last thing either expected to find was their Angel arguing with a gangly guy sporting a shiny sword. Dark hair too long to pass for well kept hung over his pale ears and elfin frame sporting clothing baggy enough to hold any manner of weaponry merged to produce an oddly boyish appearance. The voice however was in no way naive or youthful enough to be that of a child.
“You and all your little pals thought screwing with humanity would fix your perfect little world after you abandoned it for two freaking centuries. What the hell did you think was going to happen with no directions and no answers?”
“They had rules…”
“Corrupted by the very…”
“What the hell is going on here?” Dean interrupted the pair. Chuck was nowhere in sight and the place was a mess of broken furniture and singed belongings.
“Yes, Castiel, why don’t you tell your ‘charge’ what’s going on.”
The Angel sighed softly, “It doesn’t have to be this way.”
“Oh, it definitely has to be this way.” The dark haired man growled viciously. “You LET Arthur go to Hell!”
“Once the deal was made…”
The other man laughed; a harsh, rusty sound; “There wouldn’t have been a deal to make if your kind hadn’t let Azazel out of Hell in the first place.”
“I had my orders.”
“And look where that got you?”
“Hey,” Dean hollered. “That’s enough.”
“What are you talking about?” Sam spoke softly from where he stood beside the open door.
“Tell them, Castiel.” The stranger barked. “Tell them how your kind created a false prophesy to have me slaughtered in my crib before I could gain my memories. Tell them how NONE of this would have happened if I’d been at his side as was destined. Tell them how your kind allowed countless children to be corrupted by demons so that 66 Seals could be shattered. Tell them that you righteous, almighty Angels are the makers of Armageddon.”
“I wasn’t privy to their plans, Merlin. I merely followed orders.”
“Orders.” ‘Merlin’ snarled. “Didn’t you wonder, for one moment, why your orders went against everything your God preached?”
“We do not question the word of God.”
“Exactly my point, you moron; you knew God’s will, yet when ordered to break it by some random Angel you just did it without question.
Castiel staggered back a step, eyes widened in shock. He shook his head in denial, desperately refuting the evidence before him.
“Now are you finally beginning to wake up?” snapped the dark haired man. “You’ve been played. Somebody is fucking with your head.”
“It’s not possible, who would dare?” the Angel whispered.
“Seeing as how your God isn’t the only one up there, I’d find out who else is playing the field.”
Castiel disappeared without a word, leaving the remaining three occupants of the room staring at one another.
“So what the hell could some puny guy with a flashy sword do to stop all this?”
“I could help you find your destiny of course, Arthur.”