Story: Duckpocalypse Now: (Supernatural/Darkwing Duck): (5/10)
Title: Duckpocalypse Now
Author:
patriciatepes
Artist:
twisted_slinky
Fandom: Supernatural/Darkwing Duck
Chapter: Prev | Next
Rating/Contents: PG-13
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Darkwing, Gosalyn, Launchpad, Morgana, with a special guest star later!
Warnings: Um… cartoonish violence, spoilers for previous Buffy/Darkwing xover, The Building Blocks of Good and Evil, light swearing
Summary: Set after The Building Blocks of Good and Evil (an interlude story). SPN S6. While on an ordinary hunt, Sam and Dean find themselves pulled into an unusual circumstance. They arrive in St. Canard and meet Darkwing and co. just in time for the main event: another attempt at an apocalypse.
Disclaimer: I don't own Darkwing Duck, Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or any related characters. DW belongs to Disney, SPN belongs to Kripke, and Buffy belongs to Whedon. For fun only.
Author's Notes: *laughs evilly* I am the chosen one! I, alone, have the power to take this plot seriously! *laughs evilly a bit more* Okay, but seriously, this is set in the same universe as The Building Blocks of Good and Evil, and it's set in between that story and its yet-to-be-written sequel, Devil You Don't Know. Although this is technically a three-way crossover between Darkwing Duck, Supernatural, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, it is mostly between Darkwing Duck and Supernatural. Anything you don't know about what happened in Building Blocks will be revealed here. You won't need to read the other story, and you won't really need to know too much about the Buffy universe. I'll reveal everything you need to know. (So it's spoilry for that other story, if you're interested in it.) That being said, enjoy!
Chapter Five: In Which a Friend Arrives
The area of the city that the Ratcatcher came to a stop at looked like, currently, it should have a beach. It had plenty of water, and the water was even ebbing and flowing like it had a tide. However, there were no white sandy beaches in sight. Instead, tall, partially burnt out skyscrapers clawed at the night sky, casting long, eerie shadows on the water below. Looking around, Dean could tell that they were probably close to where downtown would be in St. Canard, but instead, it looked like a well flooded warzone.
"What happened here?" Sam asked, pulling his ridiculously tall form off the ridiculously small red and purple bike.
Honestly, Dean thought it was a miracle the vehicle even moved when his brother was on it. He stifled his chuckles, instead turning to the ducks for their answer. Launchpad scratched awkwardly at the back of his head, while Darkwing was staring sadly out over the water covered urban area.
"This is the result of Buffy's visit to St. Canard," Launchpad said.
"Yeah, so you can see where we were a little less than happy to see more humans," Darkwing added.
Dean looked out over the water, trying to imagine just how bad the damage to the roads underneath must look, considering the state of what he could see.
"This was the next seal, wasn't it?" Dean asked.
Darkwing shrugged. "Well, maybe not. I mean… maybe it meant… something… else."
A broken piece of cement sloshed up at their feet. The hero sighed. "All right. Yeah. I think this was it."
Sam was nodding, but not in any sort of agreement. In fact, it looked like the nod a puppy waiting for its master to throw a yellow felted tennis ball. Hopeful.
"That's okay. This is fine. We can stop this. We can fix this," Sam babbled.
Darkwing and Launchpad didn't look so convinced. Dean sighed. Leaning closer to his brother, he muttered, "Dude, we didn't stop ours, remember? We just ended it. You get the difference, right?"
"Well, that's not happening here," Sam said, as Launchpad said, "What?"
Sam shushed Dean, shaking his head at Darkwing's sidekick. Darkwing turned toward the rest of his group, his beak parting as if to speak, and paused. Holding a single feathered finger in the air, he said, "Do you hear that?"
The group fell deathly silent. For a while, all Dean could hear was the sloshing of water at his feet, but then, just barely, he thought he heard something that was all too familiar to him… with some added karate yells.
"Gosalyn!" Darkwing and Launchpad yelled, launching forward into the water.
Of course, the ducks moved quickly through the water. Dean shook his head.
"Let's go, Sammy!" he said, and the two Winchesters followed.
They ran until the water was high enough to slow them, following it deeper into the rubble of this part of the city. They moved, keeping their eyes more on the water in case of hazardous pieces of debris, until they were about thigh deep. A cry of "Gosalyn!" from some ways in front of them pulled their attention up…
And up, and up, and up. Dean threw his hands into the air. "Really!"
A dog, giant and made entirely out of water, was looming over them. It glared down at its watery fist, in which was clutched a little redheaded figure. Darkwing called for his daughter again, and Dean could just barely hear Gosalyn struggling against the water dog that held her.
"Step back!" Darkwing shouted at the Winchesters as he withdrew his gun.
The boys took the recommended step, and watched as the hero took aim at the head of the giant.
"Put her down, Liquidator! Last warning!" he yelled.
The dog-Liquidator-leveled his gaze at Darkwing… and his eyes went from a watery blue to acid green, and when his snout opened to laugh, it was filled with razor sharp teeth. Dean and Sam exchanged a look.
"Um, is that normal around here, Launchpad?" Sam called over.
"Yes and no," the aviator replied.
The Winchesters exchanged another look, and Dean rolled his eyes.
"Be more specific!"
"Yes to him being made of water. No to the eyes and the teeth. Those are definitely new!"
Darkwing fired, and all eyes followed the gas canister as it hit its target just as intended and released a cloud of-from the Winchesters' vantage-unidentifiable black smoke. Coughing, Liquidator waved Gosalyn about a bit, before finally releasing his hold on the girl. Darkwing lost no time. He managed to hurl himself out of the water, catching his daughter mid-fall, and land just at Liquidator's pillar-like base.
"You okay, Gos? What are you even doing here?" Darkwing asked, pulling his daughter back.
"I'm a slayer, Dad! I've got to help where I can!" she answered.
Above them, the smoke had cleared, and to the untrained eye, nothing had changed. However, Sam and Dean realized one thing immediately: the eyes were back to normal. Or, as normal as a giant water dog's eyes could be.
Around the Liquidator's base, little water creatures formed, and they made a beeline for Darkwing and his companions. The trio of ducks launched immediately into defending themselves, while Sam tried to surge forward. Dean caught his brother's arm, holding him back. Sam looked at him incredulously.
"We've got to help, Dean!" Sam shouted.
"Yeah, I hear you. But let's stick to what we know," Dean said. Then, pointing up at Liquidator, he added, "Launchpad said the eyes and teeth aren't normal. Guess what they remind me of?"
Sam took a breath, glancing from Darkwing's crew's fight, Liquidator, and then finally, back at his brother.
"Possession," he admitted.
"Bingo. Problem is, we've still got nothing."
Sam gestured over at Darkwing as he roundhouse kicked one of the water gremlins back into… just water. This fight was going nowhere fast.
"We can't just let them deal with this on their own while we stand back and watch!" the younger Winchester protested.
"Well, what are we supposed to do, Sammy? We can't stab the water! It's water!"
Launchpad bonked one of the creatures on its "head." Still, they left the Winchesters alone. Apparently, their reputation hadn't preceded them.
"We don't have Ruby's knife with us anyway. Or the colt," Sam sighed. "Or anything."
A cry from Gosalyn drew their attention in time to see one of the creatures sprout arms, grab the girl, and hurl her in their general direction. Dean lunged forward a bit and caught her with ease. The creature in question now made its way toward the brothers, but Sam dispatched it with an easy flick of the hand. One on one, these water gremlins were little threat. However, they were swarming Darkwing and Launchpad, getting harder and harder to get to before they could get a hit or two in.
"You okay?" Dean asked.
Gosalyn nodded, pointing toward the pile of creatures now crowding her father. "Dad's not gonna be able to hold them off for much longer! If you guys have any tips or tricks, now would be the time!"
"Exorcism!" Sam said.
Dean nodded. He glanced down at Gosalyn. "We might have a solution to the larger problem here. Can you help your dad keep them busy a bit longer?"
She leapt easily from Dean's arms. "You got it!"
Fearlessly, she charged-as best as one could charge in water-back into the fight. Dean arched a brow.
"Kid's got spunk," he said. Turning back to his brother, he said, "Let's do this."
Quietly, just about at normal speaking tones-which was getting harder and harder to hear over the sloshing, and the insane laughter Liquidator was starting to spout-the Winchesters began the exorcism. They were just a few words in, with no visible result. But still, they persisted, eyes darting back and forth from the giant figure to the water gremlin-covered heroes. Finally, a quarter of the way through, they noticed a twitch in Liquidator, and some of the water gremlins fell away, turning back into plain ol' water. They increased their speed, throwing out the Latin as if they had known the words their entire lives. Finally, halfway through, Liquidator turned on the Winchesters.
He let out a high-pitched, crazed laugh, followed immediately by a roar so inhuman that it reminded Dean of a deep, dark abyss. Green eyes flashed, and the razor teeth were back as Liquidator laughed, high and cold, again.
"Not this time, Winchesters," an equally high voice squealed.
Premature to the end of the exorcism right, a plume of black-red smoke launched itself out of Liquidator's mouth skyward. The moment it was gone, flying far and away, Liquidator began to fall. As his more formed parts touched the greater water, he simply joined it. In the end, the group was surrounded by nothing but simple water.
"What the heck was that about?" Darkwing shouted.
The heroes waded over to Sam and Dean, while Launchpad shook his head.
"Gee, guys. It seemed like that thing knew you."
"Yeah, what was that?" Gosalyn asked.
"A demon. At least, that's what we call them in our world," Sam answered.
A dark sort of glee filled the duckling's eyes. "I knew it."
"How did it know you?" Darkwing asked. "Is that one of the villains you fight regularly in your world?"
"I'm pretty sure we'd remember that voice," Sam said. "No. I don't think so, at least."
A tinkling of electronic bells, completely out of place in their present situation, sounded. Darkwing reached inside his cape and withdrew a flip phone cell. Dean narrowed his eyes at the hero.
"How is that thing not ruined by all of this, Talking Duck?"
"My name is Darkwing. And I had this thing waterproofed ages ago," the hero said, flipping the phone open. A moment later, he looked up. "That was Morg. She says your friend is here."
Dean and Sam all but lit up.
"Cas is here?" Sam asked. Darkwing nodded.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go!" Dean said, already wading his way back over to the Ratcatcher.
The drive served to dry off their clothes so that they were only moderately damp when they arrived back outside Macawber Manor. This time, Darkwing made no pretenses of ringing the doorbell, instead walking right inside, followed by Gosalyn and Launchpad. Dean and Sam eagerly crossed the threshold. Morgana stood just in front of the sofa, and Dean broke to the front of the group.
"Where is he? Where's Cas?" he asked.
Before she could answer, a voice-gruff as if from minimal usage, deep, and somewhat familiar if not for a few things-answered, "I'm here, Dean."
The group turned as the door to the manor slammed shut, revealing a duck with a mop of messy black hair, dressed in a tan overcoat. Under that was an unkempt suit. The duck's face was shockingly familiar with the same intense blue eye, but instead of a mouth and nose, there was only a short bill.
"Hi, Dean, Sam," the duck said.
There was a beat of silence. Then, Dean began to laugh. All eyes fell to him as he literally bent forward, slapping his knee. He was wheezing for breath when Castiel-who was clearly in possession of this duck that so looked like Jimmy Novak's fowl counterpart-asked, "What?"
Even Sam looked like he was holding in a few chuckles. Castiel asked again, "What?"
"Oh, come on, man," Dean sighed. "You're Duckstiel."
There was that same exasperated look, but instead on a duck's face. Now Sam laughed a little too.
"Yeah, you are actually, totally, Duckstiel," Sam agreed.
The boys continued to laugh while Darkwing, Launchpad, Gosalyn, and Morgana looked on in confusion. The witch duck looked over at Castiel, jerking a thumb in the Winchesters' direction.
"Are they always like that?" she asked.
"Yes. Yes, they are."
It took several more moments for the boys to calm themselves, wiping away tears. Finally in control, Sam looked back and forth between Morgana and Castiel.
"So, other than this," he said, indicating Castiel's temporary vessel, "have we missed anything else?"
Morgana folded her hands together, and suddenly, all humor seemed to be sucked out of the room. "I'm afraid things have taken a teensy bit of a dire turn."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
"What she means," Castiel began, "is that I can't bring you home. I don't have the power."
Art by twisted_slinky
Author:
patriciatepes
Artist:
twisted_slinky
Fandom: Supernatural/Darkwing Duck
Chapter: Prev | Next
Rating/Contents: PG-13
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Darkwing, Gosalyn, Launchpad, Morgana, with a special guest star later!
Warnings: Um… cartoonish violence, spoilers for previous Buffy/Darkwing xover, The Building Blocks of Good and Evil, light swearing
Summary: Set after The Building Blocks of Good and Evil (an interlude story). SPN S6. While on an ordinary hunt, Sam and Dean find themselves pulled into an unusual circumstance. They arrive in St. Canard and meet Darkwing and co. just in time for the main event: another attempt at an apocalypse.
Disclaimer: I don't own Darkwing Duck, Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or any related characters. DW belongs to Disney, SPN belongs to Kripke, and Buffy belongs to Whedon. For fun only.
Author's Notes: *laughs evilly* I am the chosen one! I, alone, have the power to take this plot seriously! *laughs evilly a bit more* Okay, but seriously, this is set in the same universe as The Building Blocks of Good and Evil, and it's set in between that story and its yet-to-be-written sequel, Devil You Don't Know. Although this is technically a three-way crossover between Darkwing Duck, Supernatural, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, it is mostly between Darkwing Duck and Supernatural. Anything you don't know about what happened in Building Blocks will be revealed here. You won't need to read the other story, and you won't really need to know too much about the Buffy universe. I'll reveal everything you need to know. (So it's spoilry for that other story, if you're interested in it.) That being said, enjoy!
Chapter Five: In Which a Friend Arrives
The area of the city that the Ratcatcher came to a stop at looked like, currently, it should have a beach. It had plenty of water, and the water was even ebbing and flowing like it had a tide. However, there were no white sandy beaches in sight. Instead, tall, partially burnt out skyscrapers clawed at the night sky, casting long, eerie shadows on the water below. Looking around, Dean could tell that they were probably close to where downtown would be in St. Canard, but instead, it looked like a well flooded warzone.
"What happened here?" Sam asked, pulling his ridiculously tall form off the ridiculously small red and purple bike.
Honestly, Dean thought it was a miracle the vehicle even moved when his brother was on it. He stifled his chuckles, instead turning to the ducks for their answer. Launchpad scratched awkwardly at the back of his head, while Darkwing was staring sadly out over the water covered urban area.
"This is the result of Buffy's visit to St. Canard," Launchpad said.
"Yeah, so you can see where we were a little less than happy to see more humans," Darkwing added.
Dean looked out over the water, trying to imagine just how bad the damage to the roads underneath must look, considering the state of what he could see.
"This was the next seal, wasn't it?" Dean asked.
Darkwing shrugged. "Well, maybe not. I mean… maybe it meant… something… else."
A broken piece of cement sloshed up at their feet. The hero sighed. "All right. Yeah. I think this was it."
Sam was nodding, but not in any sort of agreement. In fact, it looked like the nod a puppy waiting for its master to throw a yellow felted tennis ball. Hopeful.
"That's okay. This is fine. We can stop this. We can fix this," Sam babbled.
Darkwing and Launchpad didn't look so convinced. Dean sighed. Leaning closer to his brother, he muttered, "Dude, we didn't stop ours, remember? We just ended it. You get the difference, right?"
"Well, that's not happening here," Sam said, as Launchpad said, "What?"
Sam shushed Dean, shaking his head at Darkwing's sidekick. Darkwing turned toward the rest of his group, his beak parting as if to speak, and paused. Holding a single feathered finger in the air, he said, "Do you hear that?"
The group fell deathly silent. For a while, all Dean could hear was the sloshing of water at his feet, but then, just barely, he thought he heard something that was all too familiar to him… with some added karate yells.
"Gosalyn!" Darkwing and Launchpad yelled, launching forward into the water.
Of course, the ducks moved quickly through the water. Dean shook his head.
"Let's go, Sammy!" he said, and the two Winchesters followed.
They ran until the water was high enough to slow them, following it deeper into the rubble of this part of the city. They moved, keeping their eyes more on the water in case of hazardous pieces of debris, until they were about thigh deep. A cry of "Gosalyn!" from some ways in front of them pulled their attention up…
And up, and up, and up. Dean threw his hands into the air. "Really!"
A dog, giant and made entirely out of water, was looming over them. It glared down at its watery fist, in which was clutched a little redheaded figure. Darkwing called for his daughter again, and Dean could just barely hear Gosalyn struggling against the water dog that held her.
"Step back!" Darkwing shouted at the Winchesters as he withdrew his gun.
The boys took the recommended step, and watched as the hero took aim at the head of the giant.
"Put her down, Liquidator! Last warning!" he yelled.
The dog-Liquidator-leveled his gaze at Darkwing… and his eyes went from a watery blue to acid green, and when his snout opened to laugh, it was filled with razor sharp teeth. Dean and Sam exchanged a look.
"Um, is that normal around here, Launchpad?" Sam called over.
"Yes and no," the aviator replied.
The Winchesters exchanged another look, and Dean rolled his eyes.
"Be more specific!"
"Yes to him being made of water. No to the eyes and the teeth. Those are definitely new!"
Darkwing fired, and all eyes followed the gas canister as it hit its target just as intended and released a cloud of-from the Winchesters' vantage-unidentifiable black smoke. Coughing, Liquidator waved Gosalyn about a bit, before finally releasing his hold on the girl. Darkwing lost no time. He managed to hurl himself out of the water, catching his daughter mid-fall, and land just at Liquidator's pillar-like base.
"You okay, Gos? What are you even doing here?" Darkwing asked, pulling his daughter back.
"I'm a slayer, Dad! I've got to help where I can!" she answered.
Above them, the smoke had cleared, and to the untrained eye, nothing had changed. However, Sam and Dean realized one thing immediately: the eyes were back to normal. Or, as normal as a giant water dog's eyes could be.
Around the Liquidator's base, little water creatures formed, and they made a beeline for Darkwing and his companions. The trio of ducks launched immediately into defending themselves, while Sam tried to surge forward. Dean caught his brother's arm, holding him back. Sam looked at him incredulously.
"We've got to help, Dean!" Sam shouted.
"Yeah, I hear you. But let's stick to what we know," Dean said. Then, pointing up at Liquidator, he added, "Launchpad said the eyes and teeth aren't normal. Guess what they remind me of?"
Sam took a breath, glancing from Darkwing's crew's fight, Liquidator, and then finally, back at his brother.
"Possession," he admitted.
"Bingo. Problem is, we've still got nothing."
Sam gestured over at Darkwing as he roundhouse kicked one of the water gremlins back into… just water. This fight was going nowhere fast.
"We can't just let them deal with this on their own while we stand back and watch!" the younger Winchester protested.
"Well, what are we supposed to do, Sammy? We can't stab the water! It's water!"
Launchpad bonked one of the creatures on its "head." Still, they left the Winchesters alone. Apparently, their reputation hadn't preceded them.
"We don't have Ruby's knife with us anyway. Or the colt," Sam sighed. "Or anything."
A cry from Gosalyn drew their attention in time to see one of the creatures sprout arms, grab the girl, and hurl her in their general direction. Dean lunged forward a bit and caught her with ease. The creature in question now made its way toward the brothers, but Sam dispatched it with an easy flick of the hand. One on one, these water gremlins were little threat. However, they were swarming Darkwing and Launchpad, getting harder and harder to get to before they could get a hit or two in.
"You okay?" Dean asked.
Gosalyn nodded, pointing toward the pile of creatures now crowding her father. "Dad's not gonna be able to hold them off for much longer! If you guys have any tips or tricks, now would be the time!"
"Exorcism!" Sam said.
Dean nodded. He glanced down at Gosalyn. "We might have a solution to the larger problem here. Can you help your dad keep them busy a bit longer?"
She leapt easily from Dean's arms. "You got it!"
Fearlessly, she charged-as best as one could charge in water-back into the fight. Dean arched a brow.
"Kid's got spunk," he said. Turning back to his brother, he said, "Let's do this."
Quietly, just about at normal speaking tones-which was getting harder and harder to hear over the sloshing, and the insane laughter Liquidator was starting to spout-the Winchesters began the exorcism. They were just a few words in, with no visible result. But still, they persisted, eyes darting back and forth from the giant figure to the water gremlin-covered heroes. Finally, a quarter of the way through, they noticed a twitch in Liquidator, and some of the water gremlins fell away, turning back into plain ol' water. They increased their speed, throwing out the Latin as if they had known the words their entire lives. Finally, halfway through, Liquidator turned on the Winchesters.
He let out a high-pitched, crazed laugh, followed immediately by a roar so inhuman that it reminded Dean of a deep, dark abyss. Green eyes flashed, and the razor teeth were back as Liquidator laughed, high and cold, again.
"Not this time, Winchesters," an equally high voice squealed.
Premature to the end of the exorcism right, a plume of black-red smoke launched itself out of Liquidator's mouth skyward. The moment it was gone, flying far and away, Liquidator began to fall. As his more formed parts touched the greater water, he simply joined it. In the end, the group was surrounded by nothing but simple water.
"What the heck was that about?" Darkwing shouted.
The heroes waded over to Sam and Dean, while Launchpad shook his head.
"Gee, guys. It seemed like that thing knew you."
"Yeah, what was that?" Gosalyn asked.
"A demon. At least, that's what we call them in our world," Sam answered.
A dark sort of glee filled the duckling's eyes. "I knew it."
"How did it know you?" Darkwing asked. "Is that one of the villains you fight regularly in your world?"
"I'm pretty sure we'd remember that voice," Sam said. "No. I don't think so, at least."
A tinkling of electronic bells, completely out of place in their present situation, sounded. Darkwing reached inside his cape and withdrew a flip phone cell. Dean narrowed his eyes at the hero.
"How is that thing not ruined by all of this, Talking Duck?"
"My name is Darkwing. And I had this thing waterproofed ages ago," the hero said, flipping the phone open. A moment later, he looked up. "That was Morg. She says your friend is here."
Dean and Sam all but lit up.
"Cas is here?" Sam asked. Darkwing nodded.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go!" Dean said, already wading his way back over to the Ratcatcher.
The drive served to dry off their clothes so that they were only moderately damp when they arrived back outside Macawber Manor. This time, Darkwing made no pretenses of ringing the doorbell, instead walking right inside, followed by Gosalyn and Launchpad. Dean and Sam eagerly crossed the threshold. Morgana stood just in front of the sofa, and Dean broke to the front of the group.
"Where is he? Where's Cas?" he asked.
Before she could answer, a voice-gruff as if from minimal usage, deep, and somewhat familiar if not for a few things-answered, "I'm here, Dean."
The group turned as the door to the manor slammed shut, revealing a duck with a mop of messy black hair, dressed in a tan overcoat. Under that was an unkempt suit. The duck's face was shockingly familiar with the same intense blue eye, but instead of a mouth and nose, there was only a short bill.
"Hi, Dean, Sam," the duck said.
There was a beat of silence. Then, Dean began to laugh. All eyes fell to him as he literally bent forward, slapping his knee. He was wheezing for breath when Castiel-who was clearly in possession of this duck that so looked like Jimmy Novak's fowl counterpart-asked, "What?"
Even Sam looked like he was holding in a few chuckles. Castiel asked again, "What?"
"Oh, come on, man," Dean sighed. "You're Duckstiel."
There was that same exasperated look, but instead on a duck's face. Now Sam laughed a little too.
"Yeah, you are actually, totally, Duckstiel," Sam agreed.
The boys continued to laugh while Darkwing, Launchpad, Gosalyn, and Morgana looked on in confusion. The witch duck looked over at Castiel, jerking a thumb in the Winchesters' direction.
"Are they always like that?" she asked.
"Yes. Yes, they are."
It took several more moments for the boys to calm themselves, wiping away tears. Finally in control, Sam looked back and forth between Morgana and Castiel.
"So, other than this," he said, indicating Castiel's temporary vessel, "have we missed anything else?"
Morgana folded her hands together, and suddenly, all humor seemed to be sucked out of the room. "I'm afraid things have taken a teensy bit of a dire turn."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
"What she means," Castiel began, "is that I can't bring you home. I don't have the power."
Art by twisted_slinky