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Title: What Is, and What Should Never Be (1/?)
Chapter Title: Shelter
Author: elizabethfaye09
Rating: R overall
Summary: "It's almost dark, Kris. What are we supposed to do?" Adam chews on his bottom lip nervously as he waits for Kris's answer.
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING.
Warnings: an AU of sorts. SUPERNATURAL/KRADAM CROSSOVER. some angst, some dark elements (later on).
Author's Notes: i'm excited about this. i know i had that one superkradam fic going on and i ended it but this one i'm actually excited about. sooooo i hope you enjoy. also, it's okay if you don't follow the show supernatural, you don't really hafta to know anything that's going on with the show to really follow this. hopefully it's explained enough :) hope you enjoy and comments are greatly appreciated! :)
Betas: dirtysdead , fasciculations , and slashfiend337 thanks lovelies! :)
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The land is barren and desolate. What used to be a field of green grass and pretty flowers is now charred, dry earth, broken and cracked. Dust fills the air with every gust of wind and Adam has to shove a hand through his hair keep it from flying in his face. He stands there staring at the fading sun on the horizon, wondering just how in the hell they are going to survive the night this time with no shelter close by.
“Adam,” Kris mumbles and tugs on the torn sleeve of what was once a pristine white dress shirt, now torn and dirtied. He stumbles but Adam catches him. He’s hungry, they both are, but they can’t find anything this late in the day when the sun is sinking and the air is getting colder. They have to think about finding somewhere to sleep first or else…
“It’s almost dark, Kris. What are we supposed to do?” Adam chews on his bottom lip nervously as he waits for Kris’s answer. Kris has always been the most logical one when it comes to this kind of situation. His hand drops to his side, his fingers brushing against Kris’s shaking ones. Kris shrugs and looks up at Adam with a helpless expression. “Come on.” Adam twines their fingers together and tugs once, and Kris follows.
They continue to walk until their feet hurt more and their throats are as dry as the earth they are on. It is dark out now; the wind blowing is freezing cold. But they are not alone. The howls started an hour ago and the growling behind them has grown until they can’t stand it. Adam is the first one to break into a run. Kris isn’t far behind, still holding his hand. Adam keeps up a constant mantra of “Come on, come on, come on….” while searching for some form of shelter or a hiding place or something. He’ll take anything at this point, anything to get away.
“Adam, over there!” Adam sees Kris pointing ahead and a little to the right. A cave, little but big enough for them, and it will protect them. Only a few more feet and they’re safe for the night.
Adam shoves Kris into the open space first then crawls in himself. The space is crowded, they’re practically in each other’s laps, but the sound of pounding feet and growling that was behind them passes as if the two of them were never on the run anyway. Once the noises are gone, Adam breathes out a sigh of relief. He reaches out to Kris who’s shaking and Adam can hear his stomach rumble.
“What was it this time?” Kris asks in a whisper.
“Sounded like, um, werewolves…maybe,” Adam answers. He shrugs. Kris pushes his face into Adam’s neck and lets out a shaky sigh, curling up tighter next to him for some kind of warmth.
“We gotta find food, Adam,” Kris points out.
Adam nods, “I know. Can you last till morning?” Adam knows it’s a crazy question but they can’t go out now. It’s too dark and there are other things out, too, that could hurt them.
“Maybe.” Kris relaxes against Adam but doesn’t say anything else.
“Don’t say that. You’ll be fine.” Adam closes his eyes, the exhaustion creeping in and taking over. “We will be fine.”
Kris is sleeping before long and Adam follows soon after, only one thought on his mind.
We gotta get through this.
***
Early the next morning Adam is awakened by dust flying in his face. He jumps, coughing at the onslaught of dirt in his mouth and nose. He starts to wake Kris but Kris isn’t pressed to his side anymore. “Kris?” He waves a hand through the dust to clear it and crawls out of the cave. The moment he’s out he’s being hauled to his feet by the collar of his shirt. He struggles to get his balance though he doesn’t have much time before he’s being pushed against the rock wall that was their shelter.
“Who are you?”
Adam splutters through an answer. “Adam Lambert.” Whoever’s holding him relaxes his grip a bit. “Where’s Kris?” He pushes the person away. They curse and grumble but don’t pin him back to the rock.
Finally his eyes land on Kris, hands behind his back, on the ground and kicking.
“Sam, untie him!”
Adam does a once over on whoever grabbed him. Maybe six feet, scruffy brown hair, five o’ clock shadow, dirty clothes. “What’s your name?” he asks.
“Doesn’t really matter,” he answers then motions to the other guy-Sam-and starts to walk off.
Adam watches them walk away as Kris stumbles to his feet and comes over. “Hey, wait! Wait!” Adam starts to shout. Sam turns around and stops the other one, pointing.
“What?!”
“Can you…can you take us somewhere safe?” Adam doesn’t really care if his voice sounds kind of weak and pathetic. He just wants some food and some water and shelter for himself and Kris. He just wants to be safe.
They turn away from Adam and Kris, mumbling to each other. Adam faintly hears the name Dean and wonders if that’s the other guy. A minute later Sam turns back to them. “Dean here doesn’t think it’s, uh, he doesn’t think you should come with us.” Sam shrugs one shoulder, the expression on his face one of pity. “Sorry.”
“No,” Dean interrupts and pushes Sam out of the way earning him an indignant protest. “What Sammy here means is hell no. There is nowhere safe to go. Nowhere. So you can take your little scruffy boyfriend here and keep walkin’. Got it?” Without waiting for an answer Dean grabs Sam by the jacket and hauls him along.
Adam watches, tears pooling in his eyes. He wipes them away angrily. “Let’s go, Kris.” Adam turns his attention to Kris only to find him picking up a good sized rock and pulling his arm back to throw. “Kris!” Adam grabs Kris’s arm but Kris snatches it away and chucks the rock at Dean.
The rock hits Dean on the thigh, bouncing to the ground with a thud. Dean stiffens slightly before whirling around angrily. Sam has to hold him back by the wrist and yanks him sharply. Dean shoots Sam a glare and tells him to let go.
“What the hell was that for?!” Dean shouts.
“Why won’t you help us?” Kris shouts right back. He picks up another rock but this time Adam gets it before it can be thrown and tosses it behind him.
“Look kid, there’s no where safe to go! There’s no one that wants to help because they’re too fucked up and worried about themselves!” Dean comes at Kris fast and takes him by the front of the shirt. Kris’s toes brush the ground. “We can’t help you.”
“I don’t believe that,” Kris argues.
“That’s too bad, kid.” Dean puts Kris down and Kris stumbles into Adam’s chest. Adam steadies Kris on his feet as he straightens his shirt out. Dean, smirking, walks away.
Kris, a little angry and a little upset, stomps the ground. “Fine!” he huffs.
Sam looks at them and mutters an apology. Dean shouts for Sam to come on then glances over his shoulder at the two of them.
With a dry, humorless laugh, he gives them a wave and his back.
“Welcome to the apocalypse.”