You'd Better Get Superstitious - PG13, Supernatural/Dark Angel
Title: You'd Better Get Superstitious
Author: nevcolleil
Fandom(s): Supernatural/Dark Angel
Characters: Dean Winchester, Ben, X5
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 400
Disclaimer: all credit to James Cameron, Eric Kripke, et. al.
Warnings: Spoiler for Supernatural episode 3x10 Malleus Mallificarum?
Author's Note: I had to write this - at least a little bit of it! For the Missing/Missed prompt at slashthedrabble (though it would have worked for the crossover one as well).
Summary: It had been Dean's face first.
Ruby had said it might take centuries…
But maybe she hadn’t counted on Dean’s being as fucked up as he actually was. On his having a - what had the crossroad demon called it? - gutter soul?
Yeah. Some would say Dean had hardly been human in the first place. Only meant Hell hadn’t had to work all that hard to strip the human bullshit away.
“You’re not Ben,” the other guy was saying.
Dean shrugged, trying out his brand new human suit. Felt good to feel the shift of fabric - cotton and denim - across his skin. Felt good to have skin. So Dean didn’t feel too bad about the poor schmuck whose body he’d hijacked. Judging from the mess Dean had stumbled across when he’d come across this body - broken bones, blood (were those teeth) - he hadn’t exactly been making the best use of it anyhow.
“Nah, sorry. Ben don’t live here anymore.” Dean smirked, pointing to his face - his actual face. Damned if he could figure out how it had got here, but he wasn’t complaining. It had been nice to have it all ready and waiting for him when he’d got back up to earth. “But, dude, I was sorta here first, so… Can’t say I feel sorry for the guy.”
The human moved - fast for a human - punching and kicking, and he was really good at doing it.
Dean was better. He dodged, he ducked. He laughed a little. When he got tired of messing around, he aimed a nice quick kick at a kneecap. The resulting snap echoed obnoxiously in the alleyway. Ben’s friend went down like a sack of potatoes, cussing and groaning, clutching his useless knee through the pain.
“Whoo!” Dean chuckled, breathing heavily. “I’ll tell you what - that was fun,” he said, grinning. “But… all good things, you know?”
He brought his fists down; took Ben’s friend down with them. He only stopped when the guy was flat on his back, clothes bloody and disheveled.
The kid looked good (for a human) beneath the soon-to-be bruises. Dean straddled his hips and sat down on his thighs. Ben’s friend moaned.
“Now,” Dean said, pulling out the thick-bladed knife his doppelganger had been kind enough to have on his person at the time that Dean had taken him. “Let’s see what else this body can do.”
He started with the guy’s clothing.
[end.]
Author: nevcolleil
Fandom(s): Supernatural/Dark Angel
Characters: Dean Winchester, Ben, X5
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 400
Disclaimer: all credit to James Cameron, Eric Kripke, et. al.
Warnings: Spoiler for Supernatural episode 3x10 Malleus Mallificarum?
Author's Note: I had to write this - at least a little bit of it! For the Missing/Missed prompt at slashthedrabble (though it would have worked for the crossover one as well).
Summary: It had been Dean's face first.
Ruby had said it might take centuries…
But maybe she hadn’t counted on Dean’s being as fucked up as he actually was. On his having a - what had the crossroad demon called it? - gutter soul?
Yeah. Some would say Dean had hardly been human in the first place. Only meant Hell hadn’t had to work all that hard to strip the human bullshit away.
“You’re not Ben,” the other guy was saying.
Dean shrugged, trying out his brand new human suit. Felt good to feel the shift of fabric - cotton and denim - across his skin. Felt good to have skin. So Dean didn’t feel too bad about the poor schmuck whose body he’d hijacked. Judging from the mess Dean had stumbled across when he’d come across this body - broken bones, blood (were those teeth) - he hadn’t exactly been making the best use of it anyhow.
“Nah, sorry. Ben don’t live here anymore.” Dean smirked, pointing to his face - his actual face. Damned if he could figure out how it had got here, but he wasn’t complaining. It had been nice to have it all ready and waiting for him when he’d got back up to earth. “But, dude, I was sorta here first, so… Can’t say I feel sorry for the guy.”
The human moved - fast for a human - punching and kicking, and he was really good at doing it.
Dean was better. He dodged, he ducked. He laughed a little. When he got tired of messing around, he aimed a nice quick kick at a kneecap. The resulting snap echoed obnoxiously in the alleyway. Ben’s friend went down like a sack of potatoes, cussing and groaning, clutching his useless knee through the pain.
“Whoo!” Dean chuckled, breathing heavily. “I’ll tell you what - that was fun,” he said, grinning. “But… all good things, you know?”
He brought his fists down; took Ben’s friend down with them. He only stopped when the guy was flat on his back, clothes bloody and disheveled.
The kid looked good (for a human) beneath the soon-to-be bruises. Dean straddled his hips and sat down on his thighs. Ben’s friend moaned.
“Now,” Dean said, pulling out the thick-bladed knife his doppelganger had been kind enough to have on his person at the time that Dean had taken him. “Let’s see what else this body can do.”
He started with the guy’s clothing.
[end.]