The Space She Invades (8/11) - SPN/HL
Title:The Space She Invades (8/11)
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Clarksmuse & idontlikegravy
Prompt: #54 Air for crossovers100 My claim is Highlander general series and my table is here
Rated: PG
Fandom: HL and SPN; The rest of the Immortal!Dean can be found here. But this story can stand alone without reading the whole series.
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sarah Blake, Duncan MacLeod, Connor MacLeod, OFC - Katie
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. Except Katie she's mine and dedicated to clarksmuse
Summary: This one is all about Sam! Dean wants to get Sam married and settled into a normal life. But normal life isn’t something that comes easy for the Winchesters. Sarah's been possessed by the spirit of Duncan's first love Debra Campbell.
Chapter Summary: Sam and Katie travel to Scotland and prepare to search for Debra's grave.
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8; Chapter 9; Chapter 10; Chapter 11
The Space She Invades - Chapter 8: Homeland
At first on the plane, they’d sat in companionable silence. Sam tried to do some work on his laptop, while he stole glances at Katie, who was reading her novel. In the whirlwind of preparation, they hadn’t had much time to talk about the kiss they’d shared.
The little connections he’d made with Katie made him realize that maybe he had latched onto Sarah too quickly because she knew all about his life and accepted it. Katie also knew the truth, and she was willing to put her life on the line to help a friend. Not that he thought they’d face any danger. If anything, Dean faced the bigger challenge of keeping Sarah and Duncan from figuring out what the plan was and keeping them under control if they did.
He looked at what she was reading. “Wuthering Heights?” he asked. “Surely you’ve read that before?” Sam folded up his lap top giving her his full attention.
Katie put the book down. “Several times. It just seemed appropriate for the trip. So, Sarah says you were going to be a lawyer. I don’t see it. Hardly the exciting life you grew up in.”
“Well, I had to get some mileage out of all that Latin I knew.” Sam said easily side stepping the inquiry into his childhood.
Katie sensed that maybe he didn’t want to talk about hunting, so she focused on what they had in common. “Love Latin,” she admitted. “I started out as a Classics major. I’m pretty fluent in dead languages myself.”
“Really? Why did you switch?”
She shrugged. “English teachers get better pay than out-of-work poets and the hours are much better.”
They talked about college life. Katie avoided asking any questions about his childhood after that first one. She shared stories of Sarah and her in high school. “No, it’s true. I was band geek. Played flute and Sarah did, too. When I decided not to pursue music there was a collective sigh… of relief from the music industry.” She laughed. “Yeah, I was never really that good, but Sarah was and she wouldn’t let me quit.” More quietly Katie added, “She always made me try harder.”
Katie hadn’t let her own grief out for her friend and she realized that she was crying. She wiped her tears. “Sorry. I guess I’m tired,” she huffed, trying to get her emotions under control.
“Hey com’ere,” Sam said and put his arm around her. “She’s your best friend and this is all new to you. It’s ok to be worried.”
Katie nodded and curled into his chest. The next thing she knew, Sam was shaking her awake and they were landing.
She wiped the sleep from her eyes and blushed. “Sorry about that.”
“Are you kidding? You were adorable. You hardly drooled at all.”
Horrified, Katie ran a hand across her mouth. “I didn’t. Please tell me…” Sam was smiling so big his dimples showed. “Oh you!” She punched his arm and tried to sound angry, but he was just so darn cute.
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Sam had called the house once they’d landed in Scotland. “Yes we’re here, Dean… How’s Duncan?… First, a little supply shopping and then we head to the village… Okay. We’ll call when we get there… Shut up, Dean.” He closed his cell phone with a loud snap.
Katie gave him a questioning look. “Wait, don’t tell me. Let me guess. Dean wants to know if you joined the mile high club?”
Sam looked at her. “Okay, now that was just scary.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Right, because your brother is such a deep and complicated guy.”
He laughed and led the way toward the baggage claim. He shared the rest of the conversation with her. “Duncan is not doing so well. Dean says he’s confused and can’t understand why they won’t let him marry Sarah… Debra…”
Katie snickered. “Let’s stick with Sarah, okay? I guess we better hurry, then.”
Sam agreed. He had no doubt that Dean was more than capable of keeping Duncan under control, but if Sarah’s influence started affecting Connor and Dean’s judgment, then things could spin out of control pretty quickly.
They retrieved their luggage. “We need a rental car. You brought your license right?” he asked as he looked around for the counter.
“Yeah but I hope you weren’t expecting me to help with the driving. I have a hard enough time at home. Don’t expect success if I have to switch sides,” Katie admitted.
“So, you’re a bad driver, are you? Let me add that to the list of things I know about you now.”
Katie smiled. “I know. Shocker, right? Someone who admits to poor driving skills, but I know my limitations.”
“Not to worry, I’ll drive.” He returned her smile adding as he approached the counter, “Dean never let’s me at home so this will be a nice change.”
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Sam had been able to bring one shot gun in the checked luggage thanks to Connor’s connections as an antique dealer. So after snagging the necessary supplies in the city, they made their way to Glenfinnan.
Before they’d left, Sam had called Joe and Ellen to tell them what was happening. He’d learned of Duncan’s last trip to Glenfinnan. In the privacy of the car, he shared that information with Katie.
“Duncan found the bracelet twelve years ago in an auction house in Paris,” Sam explained. “He returned it to her grave and defeated an Immortal named Kanwulf.
“Do you think the bracelet was haunted - or cursed or what ever you call it - back then?”
“No way to know, but it does seem more than a coincidence that it would find its way to Duncan again. Hopefully, once we take care of our part, the bracelet should come free of Sarah’s wrist.”
“And if it doesn’t?” Katie said quietly and busied herself with folding the map of Scotland they used for navigation.
Sam reached over to lay a hand on hers to stop her fussing. “It will,” he assured her and before she could protest he continued. “But if not, Dean is in touch with our friend Bobby and they’re working on some contingency plans. But they’re positive salt and burn is the way to go.”
Katie nodded. She looked out the car window. “It’s beautiful here,” she observed.
“Yeah,” Sam agreed but he wasn’t looking out the window.
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“Connor said there’s really only one inn around here,” Sam said as he carefully maneuvered the car through the narrow streets.
“There,” Katie pointed to a white building, with the hanging sign declaring it to be the place they were looking for.
Sam parked and got the luggage out of the car. Katie held the door for him, and they entered a small wood paneled tavern with a counter at the back that served as check in for the few rooms up stairs. They stepped to the counter and a middle aged woman greeted them. “I’m Rachel MacLeod. How can I help you?”
“We need a room for a couple of nights,” Sam answered. There had been a Rachel MacLeod in Joe’s account from twelve years ago. He wondered if it was the same woman.
“Americans? Come to find your Scottish roots?” she said dismissively.
“No actually, we’re here to do a favor for a friend,” Katie offered.
“Oh, a favor, really?” Rachel left it hanging, but neither Sam nor Katie were going to give her any details.
“Alright then Mr. and Mrs…” She paused.
“Winchester,” Sam supplied and took the proffered key. As much as Dean would like to think Sam had ulterior motives, they had decided to pose as a married couple. Young couples in love tended to be left alone.
Sam walked up the steps and into the room. Katie followed. “Sorry,” she said once they were inside. She’d been kicking herself over her unintentional comment downstairs.
“Hey, it’s okay. Just never offer details or openings that can lead to more questions. Also, I wouldn’t mention Duncan. There may be some around here who remember him, and we want to be forgotten when this is over.”
She nodded but continued to look distressed. Sam couldn’t resist pulling her into an embrace. “You’re doing great. So, ready to help me make salt shells and prep the other stuff we’ll need as back up?”
“I thought all we needed was a shovel, lighter fluid and a match,” she joked half heartedly.
“In an ideal world, yes, but if I learned anything growing up, it’s to hope for the best and prepare for the worst.”
“You Winchesters, such optimists,” Katie laughed as she grabbed the shopping bag and began unpacking their supplies.
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He stood in front of the bed and eyed the supplies he had laid out; then began loading them very systematically into two back packs for easy transport. They had decided to wait until morning to search for the grave. Sam figured it wasn’t a good idea to go traipsing around the unfamiliar countryside in the dark.
He had hand printed a small card with a Latin protection incantation for Katie in case anything happened to him and Debra’s ghost appeared. He knew half the stuff he was taking wouldn’t come into play but he was nervous. Sam was very conscious of the fact that this was his first hunt without another Winchester for back-up.
Not that Katie hadn’t proved herself capable of handling the preparations. But prep work and field work were two different things. Sam watched as Katie sat at the small table and filled the shot gun shells with salt. He was impressed with how quickly she’d taken to the task.
She looked up from her work. “Something wrong? Am I not doing it right?” she asked.
Sam blushed. He hadn’t realized he was staring. “No that’s great.” He walked over and handed her the card.
“What’s this?” She eyed the card.
“It’s a bit of protection,” he admitted trying to sound nonchalant. “You know Latin and it might help if…if things get out of hand and you need to get away. Try to memorize it.”
Katie nodded and began pronouncing the Latin under her breath. The shotgun shells spread half finished in front of her.
Sam smiled and sat down in the opposite chair. He grabbed a shell and took to finishing the task. He watched her work through the Latin out of the corner of his eye. She had such faith in him. It was a heady feeling to have earned her complete trust.
When she realized Sam had taken over her duties, she put the card down “Sorry. There’s so much to think about.” She reached for another shell and ended up grabbing his hand instead.
Sam entwined his fingers in hers. “It’s okay. You’re doing great. Though Dean would probably think I’m going overboard.”
“Oh?”
He stroked her hand with his thumb as he spoke. “He’s more of a shoot it first kind of guy, plan later.”
She cocked her head as if thinking and laughed. “Yeah, I got that.” Sam was amused by the gesture.
“Hey, are you hungry?” He stood but didn’t let go of her hand.
Katie smiled but stayed seated. “I could eat but why don’t finish all of this first.” She indicated the stuff on the bed as well as the work on the table.
Sam chastised himself. They weren’t here on vacation.
“Right.” He dropped her hand and went back to the bed to finish packing. When he turned to glance at her he saw that she was watching him as he’d watched her earlier. He pointed to the shells; she snickered and got back to work.
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Clarksmuse & idontlikegravy
Prompt: #54 Air for crossovers100 My claim is Highlander general series and my table is here
Rated: PG
Fandom: HL and SPN; The rest of the Immortal!Dean can be found here. But this story can stand alone without reading the whole series.
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sarah Blake, Duncan MacLeod, Connor MacLeod, OFC - Katie
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. Except Katie she's mine and dedicated to clarksmuse
Summary: This one is all about Sam! Dean wants to get Sam married and settled into a normal life. But normal life isn’t something that comes easy for the Winchesters. Sarah's been possessed by the spirit of Duncan's first love Debra Campbell.
Chapter Summary: Sam and Katie travel to Scotland and prepare to search for Debra's grave.
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8; Chapter 9; Chapter 10; Chapter 11
The Space She Invades - Chapter 8: Homeland
At first on the plane, they’d sat in companionable silence. Sam tried to do some work on his laptop, while he stole glances at Katie, who was reading her novel. In the whirlwind of preparation, they hadn’t had much time to talk about the kiss they’d shared.
The little connections he’d made with Katie made him realize that maybe he had latched onto Sarah too quickly because she knew all about his life and accepted it. Katie also knew the truth, and she was willing to put her life on the line to help a friend. Not that he thought they’d face any danger. If anything, Dean faced the bigger challenge of keeping Sarah and Duncan from figuring out what the plan was and keeping them under control if they did.
He looked at what she was reading. “Wuthering Heights?” he asked. “Surely you’ve read that before?” Sam folded up his lap top giving her his full attention.
Katie put the book down. “Several times. It just seemed appropriate for the trip. So, Sarah says you were going to be a lawyer. I don’t see it. Hardly the exciting life you grew up in.”
“Well, I had to get some mileage out of all that Latin I knew.” Sam said easily side stepping the inquiry into his childhood.
Katie sensed that maybe he didn’t want to talk about hunting, so she focused on what they had in common. “Love Latin,” she admitted. “I started out as a Classics major. I’m pretty fluent in dead languages myself.”
“Really? Why did you switch?”
She shrugged. “English teachers get better pay than out-of-work poets and the hours are much better.”
They talked about college life. Katie avoided asking any questions about his childhood after that first one. She shared stories of Sarah and her in high school. “No, it’s true. I was band geek. Played flute and Sarah did, too. When I decided not to pursue music there was a collective sigh… of relief from the music industry.” She laughed. “Yeah, I was never really that good, but Sarah was and she wouldn’t let me quit.” More quietly Katie added, “She always made me try harder.”
Katie hadn’t let her own grief out for her friend and she realized that she was crying. She wiped her tears. “Sorry. I guess I’m tired,” she huffed, trying to get her emotions under control.
“Hey com’ere,” Sam said and put his arm around her. “She’s your best friend and this is all new to you. It’s ok to be worried.”
Katie nodded and curled into his chest. The next thing she knew, Sam was shaking her awake and they were landing.
She wiped the sleep from her eyes and blushed. “Sorry about that.”
“Are you kidding? You were adorable. You hardly drooled at all.”
Horrified, Katie ran a hand across her mouth. “I didn’t. Please tell me…” Sam was smiling so big his dimples showed. “Oh you!” She punched his arm and tried to sound angry, but he was just so darn cute.
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Sam had called the house once they’d landed in Scotland. “Yes we’re here, Dean… How’s Duncan?… First, a little supply shopping and then we head to the village… Okay. We’ll call when we get there… Shut up, Dean.” He closed his cell phone with a loud snap.
Katie gave him a questioning look. “Wait, don’t tell me. Let me guess. Dean wants to know if you joined the mile high club?”
Sam looked at her. “Okay, now that was just scary.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Right, because your brother is such a deep and complicated guy.”
He laughed and led the way toward the baggage claim. He shared the rest of the conversation with her. “Duncan is not doing so well. Dean says he’s confused and can’t understand why they won’t let him marry Sarah… Debra…”
Katie snickered. “Let’s stick with Sarah, okay? I guess we better hurry, then.”
Sam agreed. He had no doubt that Dean was more than capable of keeping Duncan under control, but if Sarah’s influence started affecting Connor and Dean’s judgment, then things could spin out of control pretty quickly.
They retrieved their luggage. “We need a rental car. You brought your license right?” he asked as he looked around for the counter.
“Yeah but I hope you weren’t expecting me to help with the driving. I have a hard enough time at home. Don’t expect success if I have to switch sides,” Katie admitted.
“So, you’re a bad driver, are you? Let me add that to the list of things I know about you now.”
Katie smiled. “I know. Shocker, right? Someone who admits to poor driving skills, but I know my limitations.”
“Not to worry, I’ll drive.” He returned her smile adding as he approached the counter, “Dean never let’s me at home so this will be a nice change.”
**********************
Sam had been able to bring one shot gun in the checked luggage thanks to Connor’s connections as an antique dealer. So after snagging the necessary supplies in the city, they made their way to Glenfinnan.
Before they’d left, Sam had called Joe and Ellen to tell them what was happening. He’d learned of Duncan’s last trip to Glenfinnan. In the privacy of the car, he shared that information with Katie.
“Duncan found the bracelet twelve years ago in an auction house in Paris,” Sam explained. “He returned it to her grave and defeated an Immortal named Kanwulf.
“Do you think the bracelet was haunted - or cursed or what ever you call it - back then?”
“No way to know, but it does seem more than a coincidence that it would find its way to Duncan again. Hopefully, once we take care of our part, the bracelet should come free of Sarah’s wrist.”
“And if it doesn’t?” Katie said quietly and busied herself with folding the map of Scotland they used for navigation.
Sam reached over to lay a hand on hers to stop her fussing. “It will,” he assured her and before she could protest he continued. “But if not, Dean is in touch with our friend Bobby and they’re working on some contingency plans. But they’re positive salt and burn is the way to go.”
Katie nodded. She looked out the car window. “It’s beautiful here,” she observed.
“Yeah,” Sam agreed but he wasn’t looking out the window.
******************************
“Connor said there’s really only one inn around here,” Sam said as he carefully maneuvered the car through the narrow streets.
“There,” Katie pointed to a white building, with the hanging sign declaring it to be the place they were looking for.
Sam parked and got the luggage out of the car. Katie held the door for him, and they entered a small wood paneled tavern with a counter at the back that served as check in for the few rooms up stairs. They stepped to the counter and a middle aged woman greeted them. “I’m Rachel MacLeod. How can I help you?”
“We need a room for a couple of nights,” Sam answered. There had been a Rachel MacLeod in Joe’s account from twelve years ago. He wondered if it was the same woman.
“Americans? Come to find your Scottish roots?” she said dismissively.
“No actually, we’re here to do a favor for a friend,” Katie offered.
“Oh, a favor, really?” Rachel left it hanging, but neither Sam nor Katie were going to give her any details.
“Alright then Mr. and Mrs…” She paused.
“Winchester,” Sam supplied and took the proffered key. As much as Dean would like to think Sam had ulterior motives, they had decided to pose as a married couple. Young couples in love tended to be left alone.
Sam walked up the steps and into the room. Katie followed. “Sorry,” she said once they were inside. She’d been kicking herself over her unintentional comment downstairs.
“Hey, it’s okay. Just never offer details or openings that can lead to more questions. Also, I wouldn’t mention Duncan. There may be some around here who remember him, and we want to be forgotten when this is over.”
She nodded but continued to look distressed. Sam couldn’t resist pulling her into an embrace. “You’re doing great. So, ready to help me make salt shells and prep the other stuff we’ll need as back up?”
“I thought all we needed was a shovel, lighter fluid and a match,” she joked half heartedly.
“In an ideal world, yes, but if I learned anything growing up, it’s to hope for the best and prepare for the worst.”
“You Winchesters, such optimists,” Katie laughed as she grabbed the shopping bag and began unpacking their supplies.
***********************************
He stood in front of the bed and eyed the supplies he had laid out; then began loading them very systematically into two back packs for easy transport. They had decided to wait until morning to search for the grave. Sam figured it wasn’t a good idea to go traipsing around the unfamiliar countryside in the dark.
He had hand printed a small card with a Latin protection incantation for Katie in case anything happened to him and Debra’s ghost appeared. He knew half the stuff he was taking wouldn’t come into play but he was nervous. Sam was very conscious of the fact that this was his first hunt without another Winchester for back-up.
Not that Katie hadn’t proved herself capable of handling the preparations. But prep work and field work were two different things. Sam watched as Katie sat at the small table and filled the shot gun shells with salt. He was impressed with how quickly she’d taken to the task.
She looked up from her work. “Something wrong? Am I not doing it right?” she asked.
Sam blushed. He hadn’t realized he was staring. “No that’s great.” He walked over and handed her the card.
“What’s this?” She eyed the card.
“It’s a bit of protection,” he admitted trying to sound nonchalant. “You know Latin and it might help if…if things get out of hand and you need to get away. Try to memorize it.”
Katie nodded and began pronouncing the Latin under her breath. The shotgun shells spread half finished in front of her.
Sam smiled and sat down in the opposite chair. He grabbed a shell and took to finishing the task. He watched her work through the Latin out of the corner of his eye. She had such faith in him. It was a heady feeling to have earned her complete trust.
When she realized Sam had taken over her duties, she put the card down “Sorry. There’s so much to think about.” She reached for another shell and ended up grabbing his hand instead.
Sam entwined his fingers in hers. “It’s okay. You’re doing great. Though Dean would probably think I’m going overboard.”
“Oh?”
He stroked her hand with his thumb as he spoke. “He’s more of a shoot it first kind of guy, plan later.”
She cocked her head as if thinking and laughed. “Yeah, I got that.” Sam was amused by the gesture.
“Hey, are you hungry?” He stood but didn’t let go of her hand.
Katie smiled but stayed seated. “I could eat but why don’t finish all of this first.” She indicated the stuff on the bed as well as the work on the table.
Sam chastised himself. They weren’t here on vacation.
“Right.” He dropped her hand and went back to the bed to finish packing. When he turned to glance at her he saw that she was watching him as he’d watched her earlier. He pointed to the shells; she snickered and got back to work.