[Fic] HP/SPN Crossover - Subtle Shining Sorceries - Chapter One
Title: Subtle Shining Sorceries
Author: Stolen Childe
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the boys. I just like to play with them.
Author’s Notes: See previous parts for warnings and ratings.
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Chapter One - Wherein Wizards get the drop on Winchesters...
It took Sam and Dean Winchester just over a day to reach Salem and Sam felt the fission in the air as soon as he exited the safety of the Impala. Dean was glancing around, squinting in the sunlight. They were dressed in their black suits, posing once more as FBI Agents. Sam sighed and straightened his tie, shifting in his ill-fitting dress shoes. Comfortable ones weren’t exactly in the woefully limited budget.
Dean wrinkled his nose, “Smell that?”
“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “Can’t quite put my finger on it though. Almost sulphur but more...”
“Insidious?” Dean offered with a grin, knowing his word choice would throw his little brother.
“I gotta stop letting you download movies on my laptop,” Sam shook his head. “But yeah, we’ll go with insidious.”
“Dude, I get bored,” Dean replied. “Man, this place is crawling, isn’t it?”
Sam knew Dean mean supernatural activity. Since their separate stints in Hell and various other hell-like stuff they put up with, Sam and Dean both had something of a sixth sense. They began to be able to sense the malignant energies in the air. Salem was definitely a force to be reckoned with.
“I just like to know why Salem? Isn’t that a little cliché? I mean really, is there no originality anymore?” Dean asked.
“Well, you know because of the history it’s always been a hotspot. You said so yourself. Places like this hold onto evil, it gets in the soil, but yeah, I know what you mean. I suppose whatever this coven plans to do they need the blood and bone of past witches. Bobby’s afraid they may be attempting to summon some Witch God or Goddess. The demons and monsters are afraid Dean, they’re gathering reinforcements all over,” Sam finished just before they entered the building. Sam pulled the glass door open for Dean and his brother went through.
They flashed their badges and lied their way in as usual and it wasn’t long before a morgue assistant was coming down the hallway to escort the two men. He gave them a strange, almost calculating look as he approached dressed in typical green scrubs.
“I’m Ezekiel Gulch,” the man held out a hand. He had a British Accent and Sam felt tingles dance over his palm as he shook the man’s hand. He glanced over at Dean and the older Winchester indicated that he felt it too, Sam’s guard went up, and Dean tensed beside him.
“Call me Zeke. Guess this is crossing state lines, yeah?” he asked over his shoulders. “To get you lads involved.”
“We’ve had a similar case to this one previously, we’re just confirming some details,” Sam lied easily.
Zeke shrugged, “By all means. I’m afraid you’ll only have a short while with the body. Some specialist are arriving soon and they’ll need their privacy when the conduct their examination of the remains.”
That caused more warning signals to flare in Sam’s mind. Dean’s as well as he shared one of their speaking glances with Sam.
“That right? Where from?” Dean asked casually.
The man smiled tightly behind him, “Can’t say I’m afraid. This way gentleman.” He went over to the wall, looking at the numbers before finding the one he was searching for and sliding out the slab.
“Here we are. Bean, Gemmer. I’d say take your time, but as I already said, we’ve specialists coming in so please don’t dally,” another tight smile and Zeke handed Sam the chart.
Sam held it up briefly in thanks. “Thank you,” he added.
“Specialists, huh? What do you think that’s about?” Dean asked darkly, once the man had left.
Sam shrugged, “Maybe more hunters?”
Dean gave him a look, “Sam, if it were more hunters we would have heard about it. You know that as well as I do.”
“I dunno Dean. Let’s just see if this really is our thing, shall we?” Sam unzipped the cadaver bag and pulled the black vinyl away. Dean looked away briefly, grimacing. Sam figured even after all this time, neither of them would get used to looking at freshly dead human remains. Perhaps that was a good thing.
As far as their cases went, this wasn’t a terribly grisly affair; the man look relatively unharmed, except for a bluer than usual tinge to skin that would normally be waxy grey and an intensely cataract appearance to the eye. That and the bloody symbol carved into the man’s skin over his heart. Sam had never seen it before; it looked like a stylized “M” at the top with an inverted cross descending from the “V” in the “letter,” also stylized. Sam pulled out his iPhone and snapped a few pictures. Dean handed him swabs.
“The edges seem to have some sort of black ooze around them. Looks like ectoplasm,” Dean remarked.
Sam leaned closer, “Yeah, also there’s a silvery residue in the lines, looks like liquid.” Sam took swaps of the skin around the wound, the black ooze and the silvery residue. He’d look into it when they got back to the motel.
“So? What do you think?” Dean asked, frowning over at his little brother.
“I don-“
Just then the door banged open and Zeke barrelled in brandishing a stick, he made a slashing motion and yelled something neither brother quite caught. Sam and Dean ducked reflexively. Dean was just reaching for his gun and Sam doing the same before Zeke went literally flying across the room and crashing into the metal drawers along the wall with a sickening crunch.
Sam and Dean glanced over to the doorway where two man stood, one, the tall one, had his fingers around a narrow brown wooden object that was mostly hidden in his sleeve, the other shorter one was slowly flexing the fingers of his right hand.
Dean grinned, “What is this, Halloween or something? Nice robes guys.”
“How can they see?” the tall one asked his companion, narrowing strange silver-grey eyes.
The shorter one frowned, “I dunno, they’re muggles all right, but...”
“Muggle, how can you see through the glamour?” the tall one demanded imperiously, taking a threatening step towards the two men. He was very nearly the same height as Sam, something that the boys didn’t often see.
The shorter one put a calming hand on the tall one’s arm, “Malfoy, wait. We can’t harm Muggles. Even in America.” He looked at the Winchesters with measuring, disturbingly green eyes. There was a hidden power behind the gaze that Sam hated to admit made him feel a little nervous. The guy was tiny, scrawny and no more than five foot nine but there was a strength in him that Sam didn’t trust.
“All right guys. I’m taking my leave of the crazy train,” Dean said, having enough of the stare down. He made a lunge and Sam noticed the short man’s fingers dance at his side.
“Dean!” Sam shouted and pounced at his brother taking them both to the floor, just a gust of power flashed over their heads.
The green eyes of the short one looked shocked for a moment, “How did you...”
“Incarcerous,” the tall one whispered and flicked the object in his hand at his side. Sam and Dean didn’t have time to dodge, they were bound in an instant but could not see what held them.
“Getting soft Potter, you were bested by a muggle. Maybe you aren’t as good at wandless as everyone wants to believe,” Malfoy commented to his companion coming over and crouching before the brothers. “Hey, muggles. Speak.”
The other one, Potter, rolled his eyes, “Malfoy.”
“What? How do you talk to these people?” Malfoy looked over, exasperated.
Sam looked at the two men, “Dean, they’re witches.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” Dean snapped back.
Malfoy reared away from them and rose to his full, rather impressive height, “Now that’s just rude. I may be as queer as a still portrait, but I am not a witch.”
“Don’t really care, asshole. Let us go,” Dean glared up at the man.
“Oh yes, since you asked so nicely. Of course let me just flick my wand and we’ll all be on our merry way,” Malfoy put his hands on his hips, and glared down at the bound men, clearly having no intention of releasing them.
“Malfoy,” another warning tone from Potter. “Be nice. We have to find out what they are and how they know about us. So stop acting like a big bloody prat and let them up at least.”
Malfoy raised an elegant brow at his companion. “No,” he said quite simply.
Potter rolled his eyes, “That was just a formality.” He waved his hands a little and Sam and Dean found themselves lifted to their feet. Another hand wave from Potter and two wooden chairs materialized behind the boys. One more wave and they found themselves seated somewhat comfortably if still secured.
“But seriously, wands? Since when is that legit?” Dean hissed at Sam.
Sam gave his brother a look, “Why are you asking me? I’m as confused as you are!”
Malfoy flicked his wand and the corpse of Bean slid away and into the freezer. Another little wave of his wand and the door shut and latched behind him. Potter was walking back and forth in front of the door, seemingly pacing but the tingle in the air lead the Winchester’s to believe he was doing a lot more than that.
Sam took a few moments to gauge the men. They looked to be somewhere between his and Dean’s age, maybe thirty, maybe not quite, maybe just over. They both seemed extremely fit underneath the dark robes, and each had a not quite right appearance about them, as if they were something beyond. It looked a bit like looking at Castiel or Balthazar now that Sam thought about it. Malfoy’s strange, white-blond hair and unnerving silver grey eyes. Potter’s slight build belaying his power, startling green eyes and crow-black hair. Not to mention the way they were both dressed in long black robes with wide sleeves and hoods.
Sam watched as they both conjured chairs across from him and Dean. Malfoy a comfortable looking green and white striped wingback and Potter a simple serviceable wooden chair much like their own.
“Is that necessary?” Potter asked Malfoy of the chair.
“I’ve no notion how long these muggles will take to form coherent thought and therefore am settling myself in for a long sit down. What is the harm in being comfortable?”
Potter rolled his eyes, “Merlin you are a prat. Fine. Whatever Malfoy. Oh and also, first thing we’re doing when we’re done is getting muggle clothing. Clearly your unbelievable glamour skills are disappointingly lack-lustre.”
Malfoy sniffed, “My skills are top-notch Potter. It’s these muggles which are the problem. Muggle clothing...” Malfoy shook his head and sneered.
“No arguments, you are getting muggle clothing and that’s final.” The subject was undoubtedly closed and Potter finally turned his attention back to Sam and Dean.
He smiled, wide and disarming, “Hi there, my name is Harry Potter and this is my partner Draco Malfoy. If you’d be so kind as to tell us what you know, and how you found out about the Wizarding World it would be greatly appreciated. Concisely if you please, we are unfortunately short for time. Gulch’s little specialists will be along within a quarter of an hour.”
Sam was able to resist for only a moment and Dean was clearly having the same issues struggling to keep his thoughts locked within. In a moment, they were telling the two strange men the Cliffs Notes version of the Song of Winchester.
Chapter Two