Into The Coming Storm (3/8)- SPN/FF/HL/SV - Immortal!Dean
Title: Into the Coming Storm (3/8)
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Pen37
Rated: PG - 13
spoilers: For the movie Serenity: The plot goes AU from the end of the movie
Prompt: #79 Desert for crossovers100 my table is here
Fandom: Firefly, Highlander, Supernatural & Smallville. The rest of the Immortal!Dean Universe can be found here.
Characters: From FF: Mal, Zoe, Wash, River, Jayne, Simon, Inara, Kaylee. From I!D 'Verse: Dean Winchester, Duncan MacLeod, Richie Ryan, Chloe Sullivan and Sam Winchester. Dean/Chloe
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: The Immortal hunters have joined forces with the crew of Serenity in hopes of capturing a Reaver and finding out what these creatures really are. Unfortunately, the answers are not what they expected.
Chapter Summary: The crew investigates the Reaver ship.
Chapter List:
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7
A/N: The story begins at the moment that The World As We Know It ends - That should be read first
Chapter 3
The ramp to the Reaver ship was still open and about as inviting as a descent into hell. Duncan led Mal, Sam, Richie Jayne and Dean across the area between the two ships with caution. No signs of life emanated from their target.
Duncan pointed silently at Sam and Jayne indicating that they were to follow him while sending Dean, Richie and Mal toward the cockpit. On high alert they entered the cargo bay of the ship.
Gagging Dean whispered. “What the hell is that smell?”
“Decay, death, destruction. Pick a‘D’,” Richie offered.
Dean stifled a small laugh and took point as they headed to the front of the ship leaving the others to check out the engine room and compartments at the back.
As they passed through what appeared to be the galley and other gathering areas, Dean frowned. There was no sign that ship held any more Reavers. Was it possible that every one of them had been vaporized? It seemed unlikely that their broadcast had penetrated this far into the ship. It could only mean that all the Reavers had participated in the assault on The Impala.
Carefully, they made their way down a corridor that should lead to the cockpit.
“Well, well. I should have guessed; Dean Winchester,” said a disembodied voice.
Dean held up a fist in the universal signal for halt. All three held their weapons at the ready as a figure stepped out of the shadows. It was young dark haired woman wearing a little black dress and heels; very inappropriate for the grungy surroundings.
“Do I know you?” Dean demanded but already suspected he knew the answer.
The brunette laughed as she stepped closer. The grip on their guns visibly clenched a little tighter. “Now, boys don’t get trigger happy. I just want to talk. And no we’ve never met but we do have some mutual acquaintances.” Her eyes flashed black.
“Demon.” Richie and Dean hissed in unison and moved to stand in front of Mal.
“Are you serious?” Mal asked. “It’s just a girl.”
“She’s like nothing you’ve ever met,” Richie said as he continued to stare at the demon. “Just stay quiet and we’ll handle this.”
Mal was about to protest but the tone in Richie’s voice told him to leave it to the professionals. The captain nodded and stepped back. While the Immortals engaged in conversation with the demon, he whispered into his com for the three others searching the Reaver ship to join them.
“I wouldn’t be gloating, bitch,” Dean growled. “We just took out your lackeys.”
“Ah yes, the Reavers. My sphere of influence doesn’t extend very far but we’re working on that,” she said cryptically. “Very cleaver with the speakers. You’re not considered to be the smart one, are you Dean? Sammy was the smart one wasn’t he? Too bad he’s gone.”
Richie and Dean exchanged a silent glance. She didn’t know Sam was back. “Shame you didn’t hear the broadcast; would have saved me the trouble of having to send your ass back to hell. I don’t need a recording to do that.” Dean said.
“Your threats are meaningless. You can’t hold me without a trap. So, have a little patience. It’s not every day a girl gets to meet a legend.”
“You’ve met me. Hope I made your day.” Dean quipped.
She grinned. “It’s not about you this time Winchester. It’s about Richie Ryan. It’s a real treat to meet the source of our future victory.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Richie demanded.
“Have you forgotten your time as our guest in the Alliance labs?” She smirked. “You made a wonderful guinea pig.”
“What are you talking about? I never saw any Demons there,” Richie insisted; fear growing in his voice.
“No of course not but you provided us with wonderful data. Don’t you like the PAX? Of course this version was just the prototype. It has some glitches but we’ve had time to perfect the next version. And we owe it all to your lovely samples.”
“Richie don’t listen to her she’s lying. We destroyed all that stuff. Remember.” When Richie didn’t respond, Dean grabbed his friends arm and spun him around. The Immortal appeared shell shocked. “Richie, look at me. She’s lying. You hear me?”
Richie took a moment to focus his gaze on Dean. “I didn’t know. I wouldn’t.. I mean…” he trailed off. Silently begging Dean to tell him that the nightmare of his torture would stop coming back to haunt him.
“Demons lie.” Dean gripped Richie’s shoulder willing him to believe. “You understand me. This is not your fault.”
Richie shook his head as if to clear away the memories. “Not my fault,” he echoed.
“Damn straight,” Dean confirmed. “You with me?” He asked as he studied Richie’s face looking for signs that he might give into the panic.
Richie smiled in a way that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Well, it seems Chloe was right. The alliance is run by demons.” He gave a half hearted laugh trying to chase away the feeling that the demon wasn’t lying at all but it seemed to be enough to convince the elder Winchester that he was okay.
Dean huffed out a laugh in response, relived that Richie had snapped out of the downward spiral that the painful memories sometimes evoked. “We already knew that.”
“Believe what you want, Ryan. The end of humanity is coming and even you self-righteous Immortals won’t be immune,” the demon gloated.
Dean clapped his friend a final time on the shoulder confirming that all was good before turning to address the demon. “Shut up, hellspawn. As much as I enjoy a good villain’s rant, it’s time for you to go.” Dean took a deep breath and was about to begin the exorcism chant - he knew she’d be able to escape before it was done but at least she’d be gone - when the sound of footsteps drew his attention.
“Ah, the rest of your merry band of hunters has come to join us,” She purred. “I do hope your little blonde friend is with them. I’ve been dying to meet her.”
“You stay away from Chloe,” Dean snapped.
“So this is our puppet master,” Duncan said immediately recognizing the woman for a demon. “Reavers don’t make very reliable henchman do they?”
“Duncan MacLeod. I’ve heard of you too and …,” the demon blanched as she spotted who was with him. “That’s impossible.” Her air of superiority evaporated as she laid eyes on Sam. “You’re dead. You are supposed to be dead.”
“Well, I’m not.”
“Guess, that’s not part of the plan?” Dean said as he studied the demons response to his brother’s resurrection. “Sam’s got you worried, doesn’t he?”
She didn’t respond.
“Looks like we’ve thrown a monkey wrench into you plans for universal domination.” Dean smiled as he realized he was right.
The demon regained her composure. “We will bring about a war the likes of which you’ve never seen. Nothing you can do,” her gaze never left Sam, “can change that.”
Suddenly she was gone.
“Windbag,” Dean quipped. “But I do love it when they start monologing.”
“What the Shen sheng de gao wan was that?” Jayne asked.
Mal leaned over to the big man. “Demon. Seemed very upset to see Sam walking an’ talking.”
“Dean what just happened here?” Duncan asked.
“I’ll explain everything when we get back to the ship.” Dean insisted and looked past the others to his brother. “Something’s coming and it seems Sam's the key.”
Richie started at Dean’s phrasing. “Go’se That’s what River was trying to tell me. She said something about keys and Sam.”
“River playing Yoda again?” Dean asked. “What’d she tell you Rich?”
“Not here.” Duncan commanded. “We can discuss it all back on board The Impala.”
With nods of agreement, the six men hurried back to the ship.
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Pen37
Rated: PG - 13
spoilers: For the movie Serenity: The plot goes AU from the end of the movie
Prompt: #79 Desert for crossovers100 my table is here
Fandom: Firefly, Highlander, Supernatural & Smallville. The rest of the Immortal!Dean Universe can be found here.
Characters: From FF: Mal, Zoe, Wash, River, Jayne, Simon, Inara, Kaylee. From I!D 'Verse: Dean Winchester, Duncan MacLeod, Richie Ryan, Chloe Sullivan and Sam Winchester. Dean/Chloe
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: The Immortal hunters have joined forces with the crew of Serenity in hopes of capturing a Reaver and finding out what these creatures really are. Unfortunately, the answers are not what they expected.
Chapter Summary: The crew investigates the Reaver ship.
Chapter List:
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7
A/N: The story begins at the moment that The World As We Know It ends - That should be read first
Chapter 3
The ramp to the Reaver ship was still open and about as inviting as a descent into hell. Duncan led Mal, Sam, Richie Jayne and Dean across the area between the two ships with caution. No signs of life emanated from their target.
Duncan pointed silently at Sam and Jayne indicating that they were to follow him while sending Dean, Richie and Mal toward the cockpit. On high alert they entered the cargo bay of the ship.
Gagging Dean whispered. “What the hell is that smell?”
“Decay, death, destruction. Pick a‘D’,” Richie offered.
Dean stifled a small laugh and took point as they headed to the front of the ship leaving the others to check out the engine room and compartments at the back.
As they passed through what appeared to be the galley and other gathering areas, Dean frowned. There was no sign that ship held any more Reavers. Was it possible that every one of them had been vaporized? It seemed unlikely that their broadcast had penetrated this far into the ship. It could only mean that all the Reavers had participated in the assault on The Impala.
Carefully, they made their way down a corridor that should lead to the cockpit.
“Well, well. I should have guessed; Dean Winchester,” said a disembodied voice.
Dean held up a fist in the universal signal for halt. All three held their weapons at the ready as a figure stepped out of the shadows. It was young dark haired woman wearing a little black dress and heels; very inappropriate for the grungy surroundings.
“Do I know you?” Dean demanded but already suspected he knew the answer.
The brunette laughed as she stepped closer. The grip on their guns visibly clenched a little tighter. “Now, boys don’t get trigger happy. I just want to talk. And no we’ve never met but we do have some mutual acquaintances.” Her eyes flashed black.
“Demon.” Richie and Dean hissed in unison and moved to stand in front of Mal.
“Are you serious?” Mal asked. “It’s just a girl.”
“She’s like nothing you’ve ever met,” Richie said as he continued to stare at the demon. “Just stay quiet and we’ll handle this.”
Mal was about to protest but the tone in Richie’s voice told him to leave it to the professionals. The captain nodded and stepped back. While the Immortals engaged in conversation with the demon, he whispered into his com for the three others searching the Reaver ship to join them.
“I wouldn’t be gloating, bitch,” Dean growled. “We just took out your lackeys.”
“Ah yes, the Reavers. My sphere of influence doesn’t extend very far but we’re working on that,” she said cryptically. “Very cleaver with the speakers. You’re not considered to be the smart one, are you Dean? Sammy was the smart one wasn’t he? Too bad he’s gone.”
Richie and Dean exchanged a silent glance. She didn’t know Sam was back. “Shame you didn’t hear the broadcast; would have saved me the trouble of having to send your ass back to hell. I don’t need a recording to do that.” Dean said.
“Your threats are meaningless. You can’t hold me without a trap. So, have a little patience. It’s not every day a girl gets to meet a legend.”
“You’ve met me. Hope I made your day.” Dean quipped.
She grinned. “It’s not about you this time Winchester. It’s about Richie Ryan. It’s a real treat to meet the source of our future victory.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Richie demanded.
“Have you forgotten your time as our guest in the Alliance labs?” She smirked. “You made a wonderful guinea pig.”
“What are you talking about? I never saw any Demons there,” Richie insisted; fear growing in his voice.
“No of course not but you provided us with wonderful data. Don’t you like the PAX? Of course this version was just the prototype. It has some glitches but we’ve had time to perfect the next version. And we owe it all to your lovely samples.”
“Richie don’t listen to her she’s lying. We destroyed all that stuff. Remember.” When Richie didn’t respond, Dean grabbed his friends arm and spun him around. The Immortal appeared shell shocked. “Richie, look at me. She’s lying. You hear me?”
Richie took a moment to focus his gaze on Dean. “I didn’t know. I wouldn’t.. I mean…” he trailed off. Silently begging Dean to tell him that the nightmare of his torture would stop coming back to haunt him.
“Demons lie.” Dean gripped Richie’s shoulder willing him to believe. “You understand me. This is not your fault.”
Richie shook his head as if to clear away the memories. “Not my fault,” he echoed.
“Damn straight,” Dean confirmed. “You with me?” He asked as he studied Richie’s face looking for signs that he might give into the panic.
Richie smiled in a way that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Well, it seems Chloe was right. The alliance is run by demons.” He gave a half hearted laugh trying to chase away the feeling that the demon wasn’t lying at all but it seemed to be enough to convince the elder Winchester that he was okay.
Dean huffed out a laugh in response, relived that Richie had snapped out of the downward spiral that the painful memories sometimes evoked. “We already knew that.”
“Believe what you want, Ryan. The end of humanity is coming and even you self-righteous Immortals won’t be immune,” the demon gloated.
Dean clapped his friend a final time on the shoulder confirming that all was good before turning to address the demon. “Shut up, hellspawn. As much as I enjoy a good villain’s rant, it’s time for you to go.” Dean took a deep breath and was about to begin the exorcism chant - he knew she’d be able to escape before it was done but at least she’d be gone - when the sound of footsteps drew his attention.
“Ah, the rest of your merry band of hunters has come to join us,” She purred. “I do hope your little blonde friend is with them. I’ve been dying to meet her.”
“You stay away from Chloe,” Dean snapped.
“So this is our puppet master,” Duncan said immediately recognizing the woman for a demon. “Reavers don’t make very reliable henchman do they?”
“Duncan MacLeod. I’ve heard of you too and …,” the demon blanched as she spotted who was with him. “That’s impossible.” Her air of superiority evaporated as she laid eyes on Sam. “You’re dead. You are supposed to be dead.”
“Well, I’m not.”
“Guess, that’s not part of the plan?” Dean said as he studied the demons response to his brother’s resurrection. “Sam’s got you worried, doesn’t he?”
She didn’t respond.
“Looks like we’ve thrown a monkey wrench into you plans for universal domination.” Dean smiled as he realized he was right.
The demon regained her composure. “We will bring about a war the likes of which you’ve never seen. Nothing you can do,” her gaze never left Sam, “can change that.”
Suddenly she was gone.
“Windbag,” Dean quipped. “But I do love it when they start monologing.”
“What the Shen sheng de gao wan was that?” Jayne asked.
Mal leaned over to the big man. “Demon. Seemed very upset to see Sam walking an’ talking.”
“Dean what just happened here?” Duncan asked.
“I’ll explain everything when we get back to the ship.” Dean insisted and looked past the others to his brother. “Something’s coming and it seems Sam's the key.”
Richie started at Dean’s phrasing. “Go’se That’s what River was trying to tell me. She said something about keys and Sam.”
“River playing Yoda again?” Dean asked. “What’d she tell you Rich?”
“Not here.” Duncan commanded. “We can discuss it all back on board The Impala.”
With nods of agreement, the six men hurried back to the ship.