Into The Coming Storm (7/8)- SPN/FF/HL/SV - Immortal!Dean
Title: Into the Coming Storm (7/8)
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Pen37
Rated: PG - 13
spoilers: For the movie Serenity: The plot goes AU from the end of the movie
Prompt: #74 Dark 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: Sam now know he can control the Reavers but is it enough to stop Zoe from becoming one.
Chapter List:
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8
Chapter 7
“Glad you find this so hilarious,” Dean snapped.
“Actually Dean, it scares the go’se out of me.” Sam admitted as his got his hysterical laughter under control. “I mean, why do I even have this ability? Who’s made this possible?”
“If you don’t mind, how about pondering the meanin’ of the ‘verse some other time. Because I’m wonderin’ how this new found ability might help fix Zoe?” Mal asked.
“Let’s hope that Simon has found something,” Duncan said. “In the meantime we have to get back to Capitol city; talk with the Council. This officially just got bigger than us.”
“What about Zoe?” Mal repeated.
“The council has better medical facilities.” Chloe offered. “We can get her there and hope - ”
“Hope what? That she’s not gone Reaver in the days it will take to get there,” Mal interrupted.
“You got a better idea?” Dean asked.
Mal started to answer but was stopped by Simon’s voice over the com. “Sam, I need you in sick bay. Now, Zoe’s awake and - ” his voice cut off.
The Winchesters were up the stairs before Simon’s plea was finished. Mal and the others followed but were blocked by Duncan.
“Mal, you and Inara go see to Zoe,” Duncan said. “But I need the rest of you to get this boat back in the air.”
The two rushed past as Duncan continued to address the rest of the crew. “Richie, get us flying; shortest and fastest route possible back to Persephone, it’s on the way to the core and we’ll need to pick up Serenity. And take River with you. Kaylee, engine room. Jayne, lock down the weapons and then see if Kaylee needs any help. Chloe, we’ll contact Joe and get the council ready for our arrival.
One by one the crew took off on their assignments. Duncan walked with Chloe toward her command center to contact the Hunter/Watcher council. “Well, this should be fun,” she said.
“Let’s just hope Joseph is up for the challenge.”
“The first apocalypse is always the hardest,” Chloe quipped.
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Sam skidded to a halt at the entrance to the infirmary, quickly assessing the scene. Simon and Wash were down and dazed. He pointed Dean toward the doctor while he approached Zoe.
“Stay Back.” Zoe yelled when she saw the Winchesters. She had a wild look in her eye and was wielding a scalpel like a knife keeping everyone away from her. “I have to get it out. I have to get it out.” She repeated the phrase like a mantra as she turned the cutting tool on her arm and started to slice.
“Stop it, Zoe,” Sam commanded. Unlike before her response was instantaneous. He was getting better at connecting to her Reaver nature.
The scalpel paused in its downward stroke as Zoe looked up, confusion crossed her face. “I have to get it out,” she whispered.
Sam approached her, hands held out in supplication. “I know and we will, but not like this.”
Zoe stared at him. “I have -” she stopped her recital and waited as Sam came closer.
“Give me the knife,” he said. She held the instrument out toward him and Sam snatched it from her fingers never breaking eye contact. “It’s okay.” His voice was calm and soothing forcing her to stay focused on him.
Dean reached Simon, helped him to his feet and then moved onto Wash. Simon came up behind the now motionless Zoe and plunged the needle containing the sedative into her arm. Sam caught her as she collapsed and with Simon’s help they laid her back on the bed.
“What happened?” Mal asked as he and Inara arrived on the scene.
“The sedative wore off more quickly than I’d anticipated and her condition is getting worse.”
“I couldn’t hold her.” Wash lamented. “She wouldn’t listen to me.” There was a bloody gash across his chest and he looked like he’d lost a lot of blood.
“Wash,” Inara gasped as she came to stand beside him. “You’re hurt.”
He shook his head. “Not any more. Immortal remember. Lucky me,” he snapped and let loose his anger and frustration at the irony of the situation by punching the wall in the infirmary. The sound of bone snapping was clear.
“Hey!” Dean shouted as he grabbed Washes arm before he could do it again. “You’ll heal but that’s still not a smart thing to do.”
“What’s it matter? Zoe’s going to die and I’m going to live forever. It’s Go’se!” he cried and slumped into one of the armchairs.
“Wash, we’ll find a solution. We always do.” Dean tried to talk to him but the newest Immortal just waved him away.
Dean sighed and went to check on Sam. “Dude, you didn’t even need to focus hard.”
“I know. It’s getting easier.” He admitted. “In fact I can almost sense Zoe with out trying, now.”
“I’d like to believe that’s a good thing.”
“Me too.”
“Doc, what do you say?” Mal asked. “Got a fix for Zoe?”
“I’m afraid not, Mal.” Simon shook his head in defeat. “Maybe if I had access to a fully-loaded lab. I think I could synthesize a vaccine from Sam’s blood but this infirmary has the bare essentials. Nothing sophisticated enough to help Zoe.”
“What about a transfusion?” Sam asked.
“Doesn’t work that way.” Simon replied. “I need to decode and isolate the part of your blood that carries the immunity - ”
“No you misunderstand.” Sam interrupted. “Just pump my blood into her and pump hers out until we’re sure it’s all been replaced.”
Simon shook his head. “It still doesn’t work like that.”
“You're both wrong.” Dean said. “If it were a simple infection, Chloe would have been able to heal Zoe. It has to be more than that.”
“But River said my blood could fix her.”
“Maybe blood is a - you know - a metaphor for something else,” Dean said. “Who knows what she really meant.”
Mal interrupted the exchange. “Don’t see that it would hurt to try. ‘Specially if Sam’s willing.”
“Zao gao,” Sam said. “Dean’s right. We're taking River literally and have been thinking about this wrong way.”
“Why don’t you just say use the exorcism rite that sent the other Reavers away?” Inara asked.
“That killed the other Reavers.” Dean reminded her.
“No wait. I think - let me check something.” Sam said as he walked to the library that lined the back of the infirmary.
The others waited in silence as Sam scanned the shelves. “What are you thinking, Sammy?” Dean finally asked.
He waved off his brother as he continued his search. He pulled out a book, flipped through it and replaced it before moving on.
“Let me help.” Dean insisted as he came over to watch what his brother was doing. “What are you looking for?”
Sam shook his head. “I’ll know it when I see it.” He reached for another book and smiled as he flipped it open.
Dean shook his head when he realized what volume his brother had selected. “No way Dude, that’s full of dark magic; controlling demons, blood rituals. You can’t want that.”
“Don’t you see? I already have control of the Reaver part,” Sam explained as he pointed to the Latin passages. “If I use this ritual, I think I can get rid of it without hurting Zoe.”
“That’s a big ‘if’. Plus you need like a gallon of blood from a willing donor along with other internal organs. That’s why these rituals don’t get performed; human sacrifice is not a life affirming experience.”
“It will be easy for an Immortal to supply those items,” he said. “What about these other things, you have them on board?”
“Sam,” Dean pleaded without looking at the list. “I’m not gonna let you do this.”
“Do what?” Wash asked as he joined the brothers. “Cause if it’s gonna fix Zoe, I’m gonna have to ask very nicely that he please do it.”
“You don’t understand,” Dean snapped. “This ain’t some simple séance. This is powerful mojo; people end up wrong if these things go out of control.”
“Won’t happen,” Sam insisted.
“You can’t know that.”
“Well, I can’t do nothing and let Zoe die.” The two stared at each other in silent challenge. Dean hung his head in resignation.
“Fine, I’ll go get what you need,” he said and went to the storage room on the cargo bay to collect the things on Sam’s list.
“What can we do?” Simon asked.
“I’m going to need you to bleed me of a gallon of blood. Don’t worry can’t die, remember,” Sam added when he saw the doctors face go pale. “As for the rest of you, it might be best if you didn’t watch.”
“As much as I want you to help Zoe and I really appreciate what you’re willing to do - Are you sure?” Wash asked.”
“I wouldn’t do anything less for a friend,” Sam said and laid a comforting hand on the pilot’s shoulder.
“Thank you,” he said, tears pooling in his eyes.
“Come on Wash,” Inara cajoled. “Why don’t I take you to the shuttle so you can get some rest and let Sam do his thing?”
The weary immortal nodded and allowed him self to be led away.
“Sam,” Mal started but words failed him.
“I know. I’m gonna do my gorram best to save her, Mal.”
The captain smiled silent thanks as he left to find something to occupy his mind until it was over.
Dean returned carrying a box which he set on the counter with a thud.
“That’s everything,” he said gruffly and faced his brother. “Alright let’s do this before I change my mind and lock you in your room for your own safety.”
“I think it would be best if you left Dean,” Sam insisted.
“No way. In fact I should be the one doing the ritual.”
“You can’t. It has to be someone who can talk to demons.”
“I talk to demons all the time. I think I can intimidate one into leaving Zoe.”
“Not like that,” Sam said and pointed to his head. “Like this.”
“Oh, yeah that would have to be you,” Dean reluctantly admitted.
“I think that’s what River meant. Any Immortal could survive the donation of the blood but only I have the ability to control the demonic nature of the reaver to complete this ritual. That’s the key to defeating it.”
“Assuming this ritual is the right thing to do in the first place,” Dean said.
Sam got a faraway look in his eyes and cocked his head as if listening to an unseen voice. “It is.”
“Sam?” Dean stared at his brother. “You okay?”
The younger Winchester snapped his focus back on his brother with a smile. “I’m fine. Now you need to go. I don’t need you hovering over me like a mother hen.”
“I do not… I am not,” Dean sputtered as he grabbed his brother’s arm and studied Sam's face. “You sure about this? You’re about to kill yourself at least twice while performing dark magic. How can you ask me to leave?”
“It’s better if I don’t have an audience, especially you. Simon’s medical assistance is what I need most.”
Dean glared at the Doctor. “He’s a civilian Sam. What if something goes wrong?”
“Then it really wouldn’t have mattered if you were here or not.”
“Sam,” Dean growled.
“Do I have to call Duncan and Richie to drag you out of here?”
“You wouldn’t! Yeah, you would.” Resigned Dean squeezed his brothers arm before releasing it and without another word left the infirmary.”
“Lock it will you Doc. I don’t trust him.”
Simon nodded and sealed the door. “I don’t know about this Sam. Am I really going to have to cut out your liver?” Simon asked. He knew Latin and had been reading over the ritual as the Winchesters argued. “I’m not typically comfortable with deliberately killing my patients.”
“Simon, I need you to help me here.” Sam placed a hand on each of the doctor’s shoulders and looked him in the eye. “Zoe’s life depends on it and I will survive this. You need to trust me.”
He nodded slowly “For Zoe. I can do this.”
“Good man,” Sam said as he released him and went to look through the box that Dean had delivered. “Symbols first and then the human sacrifice.”
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Firefly Slang
Crap: Go’se
Damn it: Zao gao
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Pen37
Rated: PG - 13
spoilers: For the movie Serenity: The plot goes AU from the end of the movie
Prompt: #74 Dark 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: Sam now know he can control the Reavers but is it enough to stop Zoe from becoming one.
Chapter List:
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8
Chapter 7
“Glad you find this so hilarious,” Dean snapped.
“Actually Dean, it scares the go’se out of me.” Sam admitted as his got his hysterical laughter under control. “I mean, why do I even have this ability? Who’s made this possible?”
“If you don’t mind, how about pondering the meanin’ of the ‘verse some other time. Because I’m wonderin’ how this new found ability might help fix Zoe?” Mal asked.
“Let’s hope that Simon has found something,” Duncan said. “In the meantime we have to get back to Capitol city; talk with the Council. This officially just got bigger than us.”
“What about Zoe?” Mal repeated.
“The council has better medical facilities.” Chloe offered. “We can get her there and hope - ”
“Hope what? That she’s not gone Reaver in the days it will take to get there,” Mal interrupted.
“You got a better idea?” Dean asked.
Mal started to answer but was stopped by Simon’s voice over the com. “Sam, I need you in sick bay. Now, Zoe’s awake and - ” his voice cut off.
The Winchesters were up the stairs before Simon’s plea was finished. Mal and the others followed but were blocked by Duncan.
“Mal, you and Inara go see to Zoe,” Duncan said. “But I need the rest of you to get this boat back in the air.”
The two rushed past as Duncan continued to address the rest of the crew. “Richie, get us flying; shortest and fastest route possible back to Persephone, it’s on the way to the core and we’ll need to pick up Serenity. And take River with you. Kaylee, engine room. Jayne, lock down the weapons and then see if Kaylee needs any help. Chloe, we’ll contact Joe and get the council ready for our arrival.
One by one the crew took off on their assignments. Duncan walked with Chloe toward her command center to contact the Hunter/Watcher council. “Well, this should be fun,” she said.
“Let’s just hope Joseph is up for the challenge.”
“The first apocalypse is always the hardest,” Chloe quipped.
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Sam skidded to a halt at the entrance to the infirmary, quickly assessing the scene. Simon and Wash were down and dazed. He pointed Dean toward the doctor while he approached Zoe.
“Stay Back.” Zoe yelled when she saw the Winchesters. She had a wild look in her eye and was wielding a scalpel like a knife keeping everyone away from her. “I have to get it out. I have to get it out.” She repeated the phrase like a mantra as she turned the cutting tool on her arm and started to slice.
“Stop it, Zoe,” Sam commanded. Unlike before her response was instantaneous. He was getting better at connecting to her Reaver nature.
The scalpel paused in its downward stroke as Zoe looked up, confusion crossed her face. “I have to get it out,” she whispered.
Sam approached her, hands held out in supplication. “I know and we will, but not like this.”
Zoe stared at him. “I have -” she stopped her recital and waited as Sam came closer.
“Give me the knife,” he said. She held the instrument out toward him and Sam snatched it from her fingers never breaking eye contact. “It’s okay.” His voice was calm and soothing forcing her to stay focused on him.
Dean reached Simon, helped him to his feet and then moved onto Wash. Simon came up behind the now motionless Zoe and plunged the needle containing the sedative into her arm. Sam caught her as she collapsed and with Simon’s help they laid her back on the bed.
“What happened?” Mal asked as he and Inara arrived on the scene.
“The sedative wore off more quickly than I’d anticipated and her condition is getting worse.”
“I couldn’t hold her.” Wash lamented. “She wouldn’t listen to me.” There was a bloody gash across his chest and he looked like he’d lost a lot of blood.
“Wash,” Inara gasped as she came to stand beside him. “You’re hurt.”
He shook his head. “Not any more. Immortal remember. Lucky me,” he snapped and let loose his anger and frustration at the irony of the situation by punching the wall in the infirmary. The sound of bone snapping was clear.
“Hey!” Dean shouted as he grabbed Washes arm before he could do it again. “You’ll heal but that’s still not a smart thing to do.”
“What’s it matter? Zoe’s going to die and I’m going to live forever. It’s Go’se!” he cried and slumped into one of the armchairs.
“Wash, we’ll find a solution. We always do.” Dean tried to talk to him but the newest Immortal just waved him away.
Dean sighed and went to check on Sam. “Dude, you didn’t even need to focus hard.”
“I know. It’s getting easier.” He admitted. “In fact I can almost sense Zoe with out trying, now.”
“I’d like to believe that’s a good thing.”
“Me too.”
“Doc, what do you say?” Mal asked. “Got a fix for Zoe?”
“I’m afraid not, Mal.” Simon shook his head in defeat. “Maybe if I had access to a fully-loaded lab. I think I could synthesize a vaccine from Sam’s blood but this infirmary has the bare essentials. Nothing sophisticated enough to help Zoe.”
“What about a transfusion?” Sam asked.
“Doesn’t work that way.” Simon replied. “I need to decode and isolate the part of your blood that carries the immunity - ”
“No you misunderstand.” Sam interrupted. “Just pump my blood into her and pump hers out until we’re sure it’s all been replaced.”
Simon shook his head. “It still doesn’t work like that.”
“You're both wrong.” Dean said. “If it were a simple infection, Chloe would have been able to heal Zoe. It has to be more than that.”
“But River said my blood could fix her.”
“Maybe blood is a - you know - a metaphor for something else,” Dean said. “Who knows what she really meant.”
Mal interrupted the exchange. “Don’t see that it would hurt to try. ‘Specially if Sam’s willing.”
“Zao gao,” Sam said. “Dean’s right. We're taking River literally and have been thinking about this wrong way.”
“Why don’t you just say use the exorcism rite that sent the other Reavers away?” Inara asked.
“That killed the other Reavers.” Dean reminded her.
“No wait. I think - let me check something.” Sam said as he walked to the library that lined the back of the infirmary.
The others waited in silence as Sam scanned the shelves. “What are you thinking, Sammy?” Dean finally asked.
He waved off his brother as he continued his search. He pulled out a book, flipped through it and replaced it before moving on.
“Let me help.” Dean insisted as he came over to watch what his brother was doing. “What are you looking for?”
Sam shook his head. “I’ll know it when I see it.” He reached for another book and smiled as he flipped it open.
Dean shook his head when he realized what volume his brother had selected. “No way Dude, that’s full of dark magic; controlling demons, blood rituals. You can’t want that.”
“Don’t you see? I already have control of the Reaver part,” Sam explained as he pointed to the Latin passages. “If I use this ritual, I think I can get rid of it without hurting Zoe.”
“That’s a big ‘if’. Plus you need like a gallon of blood from a willing donor along with other internal organs. That’s why these rituals don’t get performed; human sacrifice is not a life affirming experience.”
“It will be easy for an Immortal to supply those items,” he said. “What about these other things, you have them on board?”
“Sam,” Dean pleaded without looking at the list. “I’m not gonna let you do this.”
“Do what?” Wash asked as he joined the brothers. “Cause if it’s gonna fix Zoe, I’m gonna have to ask very nicely that he please do it.”
“You don’t understand,” Dean snapped. “This ain’t some simple séance. This is powerful mojo; people end up wrong if these things go out of control.”
“Won’t happen,” Sam insisted.
“You can’t know that.”
“Well, I can’t do nothing and let Zoe die.” The two stared at each other in silent challenge. Dean hung his head in resignation.
“Fine, I’ll go get what you need,” he said and went to the storage room on the cargo bay to collect the things on Sam’s list.
“What can we do?” Simon asked.
“I’m going to need you to bleed me of a gallon of blood. Don’t worry can’t die, remember,” Sam added when he saw the doctors face go pale. “As for the rest of you, it might be best if you didn’t watch.”
“As much as I want you to help Zoe and I really appreciate what you’re willing to do - Are you sure?” Wash asked.”
“I wouldn’t do anything less for a friend,” Sam said and laid a comforting hand on the pilot’s shoulder.
“Thank you,” he said, tears pooling in his eyes.
“Come on Wash,” Inara cajoled. “Why don’t I take you to the shuttle so you can get some rest and let Sam do his thing?”
The weary immortal nodded and allowed him self to be led away.
“Sam,” Mal started but words failed him.
“I know. I’m gonna do my gorram best to save her, Mal.”
The captain smiled silent thanks as he left to find something to occupy his mind until it was over.
Dean returned carrying a box which he set on the counter with a thud.
“That’s everything,” he said gruffly and faced his brother. “Alright let’s do this before I change my mind and lock you in your room for your own safety.”
“I think it would be best if you left Dean,” Sam insisted.
“No way. In fact I should be the one doing the ritual.”
“You can’t. It has to be someone who can talk to demons.”
“I talk to demons all the time. I think I can intimidate one into leaving Zoe.”
“Not like that,” Sam said and pointed to his head. “Like this.”
“Oh, yeah that would have to be you,” Dean reluctantly admitted.
“I think that’s what River meant. Any Immortal could survive the donation of the blood but only I have the ability to control the demonic nature of the reaver to complete this ritual. That’s the key to defeating it.”
“Assuming this ritual is the right thing to do in the first place,” Dean said.
Sam got a faraway look in his eyes and cocked his head as if listening to an unseen voice. “It is.”
“Sam?” Dean stared at his brother. “You okay?”
The younger Winchester snapped his focus back on his brother with a smile. “I’m fine. Now you need to go. I don’t need you hovering over me like a mother hen.”
“I do not… I am not,” Dean sputtered as he grabbed his brother’s arm and studied Sam's face. “You sure about this? You’re about to kill yourself at least twice while performing dark magic. How can you ask me to leave?”
“It’s better if I don’t have an audience, especially you. Simon’s medical assistance is what I need most.”
Dean glared at the Doctor. “He’s a civilian Sam. What if something goes wrong?”
“Then it really wouldn’t have mattered if you were here or not.”
“Sam,” Dean growled.
“Do I have to call Duncan and Richie to drag you out of here?”
“You wouldn’t! Yeah, you would.” Resigned Dean squeezed his brothers arm before releasing it and without another word left the infirmary.”
“Lock it will you Doc. I don’t trust him.”
Simon nodded and sealed the door. “I don’t know about this Sam. Am I really going to have to cut out your liver?” Simon asked. He knew Latin and had been reading over the ritual as the Winchesters argued. “I’m not typically comfortable with deliberately killing my patients.”
“Simon, I need you to help me here.” Sam placed a hand on each of the doctor’s shoulders and looked him in the eye. “Zoe’s life depends on it and I will survive this. You need to trust me.”
He nodded slowly “For Zoe. I can do this.”
“Good man,” Sam said as he released him and went to look through the box that Dean had delivered. “Symbols first and then the human sacrifice.”
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Firefly Slang
Crap: Go’se
Damn it: Zao gao