DUDE!

May 07, 2008 22:15

Dude!
AU - alternate universe!
AU FOR Sleepy Hollow and Supernatural.
Sam and Dean solve + defeat the headless horseman.

Dude!
Cross Over!
Cross over for Death Note and Supernatural!
Sam and Dean solve + defeat wossname in Death Note.

supernatural, fanfiction

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i accidentally tripped and wrote some! riko May 8 2008, 13:53:16 UTC
Dean has just enough time to let out a string of curses about dumb fucking Wiccan catholic school girls and their dumb fucking teleportation spells before a carriage nearly runs him over. This strikes Sam as particularly hilarious so while Dean is staggering around and shaking his fist at the disappearing driver, Sam is doubled-up on the side of the road, laughing his ass off.

Dean, out of irritation, takes a swing at Sam, but he's still sore and dizzy from being teleported to who-knows-where, so it goes super wide. And that only makes Sam laugh harder.

"Look," says Sam reasonably, when he has recovered and is ready to be helpful again, "if we want to get back, we need to find out where we are first, right?"

In answer, Dean grumbles something that even he can't make out and shoulders his bag a little higher. They start off down the road. As they pass fields and forests and far-off mountain ranges, Sam tries to guess where they are.

"It's chilly, so it's probably fall," he says, "but everything is still green, so I would guess we are somewhere near a body of water."

"Oh my god," replies Dean in a tired voice, "since when are you the Weather Network?"

Eventually they see smoke coming over a particularly thick clump of trees up ahead. This cheers Dean up immensely because it means Sam can stop the one-sided debate over the historical differences in carriage architecture through the ages and focus on helping Dean get them home. They follow the road into the trees and when they pop out the other side, there's a village in front of them: a mix of thatch and shingled roofs, chimneys as far as the eye can see, and lumpy, white-washed walls.

Between them and the village is a huge, covered bridge, running across a small river. There's a guy crossing the bridge, in quick, nervous steps. He has one of those huge powdered wigs on and looks like he's tucked his pant-legs into his socks for reasons that are utterly mystifying to Dean.

Dean looks at Sam, and Sam looks at Dean, and then before Sam can open his mouth to say anything about "not disturbing the time stream" (and whatever Sammy, Dean's seen every episode of Star Trek too), Dean takes off and runs up to the guy.

"Hey, hey...uh, good sir!" Dean shouts, waving his hands. The guy turns around and goes white immediately upon seeing them. Dean figures that plaid shirts and jeans were probably not standard dress in Victorian England or whenever the hell they are.

But after swallowing a few times and shimmying back a bit, the guy seems to recover enough to ask, "May I help you... sir?"

"Yea verily," growls Dean but by this time, Sam's caught up to them and he places a warning hand on Dean's shoulder. It's the "let me do the talking, so we don't end up being chased out of town by a mob with pitchforks... like in Klamath Falls, remember?" sign. Dean subsides.

"We've been traveling for a while now, and we appear to have lost our way," says Sam. "Could you tell us where we are now?"

The guy blinks a couple of times again. A handkerchief appears out of his pocket, and he uses it to daub his broad forehead. "Aye," he says, eyeing them warily, "this is Sleepy Hollow."

Sam squints and says, "What, really?" while Dean throws up his hands, stomps about, and starts shouting "FUCK!" a lot.

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