DA/SPN Fanfic: Snake Demon (6/?)
Title: Snake Demon
Author: poestheblackcat
Rating: PG-13
Crossover: Dark Angel/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Max/Alec-ish, Sam, Dean
Warning/Spoilers: Both Seasons of DA, up to Season 3 finale of SPN and parts of Season 4, may be AU in future chapters
Summary: Third in "Ghosts of the Past" stories. Minoan runes appear all over Alec's body. What do they mean and how are they connected to the Winchesters? And why is Alec Dean's clone?
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to their respective owners.
Snake Demon
Chapter 6
The Winchesters hauled stiff limbs from inside the Impala and stretched. The long hours of traveling which the job required were not kind to the residual pain of the injuries they had collected over the course of over thirty years of hunting. Like Sam’s achy-when-when-the-wind-blows-just-right shoulder and that twinge in Dean’s back. And let’s not forget those bad knees and the stiff fingers, and-well, you get the idea.
“I hate getting old. I hate arthritis. I never knew what Bobby was talkin’ about until I hit forty, then-oh man,” Dean groused, rubbing that tight spot-ooh, right there.
Sam glared at his brother from his side of the car as he straightened his ridiculously tall form. “Well, at least Castiel healed your body when he brought you back, but I’ve still got all my injuries and they ache like crazy sometimes. And I’m taller than you, so-”
“Yeah, yeah. Quit your whinin’.” Dean rolled his eyes. “I’ve more than made up for all o’ the ones he healed since then. We’re too damn young to have arthritis! You haven’t even hit the big four-o yet. It’s not fair.” He cast an irritated hazel-green glare at the sky. “Somebody up there hates us. Again.”
He sighed and looked with tiredly at the run-down house that looked like someplace they’d find a ghost or some other supernatural creature haunting. “Whadda you say we go see if ol’ Frank’s home. Would it kill him to make his place look…lived in? ‘Cause right now, it looks real homey.”
Sam scoffed. “Yeah, probably. He’s a paranoid schizophrenic like all other hunters. He’d want to keep away all unwanted visitors.”
“We’re not unwanted,” Dean said.
His brother only shook his head. “Come on. Let’s go.”
Dean held up a finger. “That’s another thing. Who’s too paranoid to have a computer? Or electricity for that matter? That’s just unnecessary precaution. Even Rufus had electricity for his security cameras. The chance of something getting in to kill you is exactly the same whether you have electricity or not. Seriously, man.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Wanna prove that mathematically?” he teased and grinned cheekily at the glare his brother shot him.
“You go ahead, by all means. Geek.”
“Dick.”
“Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
“Asswipe.”
“Douche-bag.”
The eternally juvenile Winchesters were so wrapped up in their name-calling that they both jumped and reached for their weapons when a dry chuckle sounded from close beside them.
“Jesus, Frank. You scared the crap out of us.” Dean lowered his gun and Sam did the same beside him.
The tall white-haired man all dressed in black smiled slightly. “And you call me paranoid, do you, hm?” He pointed his heavy walking stick at the older Winchester. “I heard you coming from a mile away. That car of yours makes too much noise for a hunter.”
Sam hid a smile as his brother scowled. “Now don’t you go insulting my baby. You’ll hurt her feelings.” The old man was just pulling his leg, knowing full well that the Impala was Dean’s soft spot.
Dean knew it too, since he added with a smug smile, “Besides, any car is good in this economy, but mine is the best. She got power and she’s got looks. Kinda like me.”
Sam snickered. “Sure, man. Whatever you say.”
Frank gave a quiet laugh and gestured towards the house. “Shall we?” He stopped. “Ah, I almost forgot. Christo.”
The brothers looked at each other and back at the old man. “Satisfied?” Dean said with his eyebrow raised. “We’re not possessed, and we’re not shapeshifters, either, by the way. We are so not cutting ourselves with silver knives. That’s overkill, even for a ‘paranoid’ hunter. If we did that every time we met up with a hunter, then we’d look like a coupla cases of attempted suicides.”
An odd look flashed through the translator’s eyes. “Very well. I trust you. It’s not shapeshifters I’m trying to keep away, anyhow,” he said enigmatically and led the way to his dilapidated house.
Sam and Dean looked at each other and shrugged. Weird. But Frank’s always been kind of strange, from their earliest memories of the old man, so whatever. All hunters had a screw loose somewhere. They had to have, since people who go out of their ways to chase monsters that wanted to kill them were “insane,” as Dean had so eloquently put it once.
Once they were seated inside the house on chairs that looked as old as the old man himself at a table that matched, Franklin rubbed pale wrinkled hands together gleefully, the friction making a dry rasping sound like a snake slithering through the grass. “Now what have you brought me?” he asked. “It’s been a while since you’ve come with a nice riddle for me to puzzle my mind over.”
Sam pulled out the folder with the pictures of the runes. “Well, it’s not too often we come across something written in dead languages anymore. They’re not as popular as they used to be.” He grinned boyishly.
Frank chuckled. “No, I suppose they’re not.” The scholar reached hungrily for the folder and opened it. He froze when he caught sight of the top picture.
The brothers’ gazes sharpened on the old man. “What?”
Pale blue eyes rose from the picture held in trembling hands. “Which one is this?”
The Winchesters shared a confused look. “Which one what?” Dean prompted cautiously.
The old man moistened dry lips with a flick of his tongue. “Is this 493 or 494?”
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AN: Ooh, dun-duh duuun. So I guess you can guess what’s going on and where this is going, but maybe I’ve written it so that you can’t? *hopeful*
And yes, I know that 40 isn’t old, but with the number of injuries the Winchesters have sustained over the years, they’re bound to have some arthritis-like problems. Rheumatism and such. Right?
Chapter 7