SPN/FF7: "Bad Boys Go Everywhere"
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Title: Bad Boys Go Everywhere
Fandom: Supernatural/FF7 (yeah, crossover, somehow...)
Pairings: implied Sam/Cas/Dean and ot4
Rating: PG
A/N: Spoilers up to Dark Side of the Moon
Summary: SPN/FF7 crossover for jukeboxhound , where the boys die and end up in an entirely different garden.
“Sammy,” Dean Winchester commented aloud, looking around, “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.”
Sam sighed, an amazing feat considering his throat had been cut just a couple minutes ago. “Well, we died in California, so…”
Dean scoffed. “You’d think we’d know better than going near California. What the hell is it with that state. I swear -“
Sam cleared his throat, cutting Dean’s rant off before it started. “Dean?” He gestured around them. “Maybe we should figure out where we are.”
Mouth snapping shut, Dean frowned and looked around. Wildflowers spread out as far as the eye could see. Dean looked for a path but could see nothing beyond the field of bright flowers, all appearing in full bloom.
“The Garden in Heaven?” Dean offered with a shrug.
Sam stared witheringly at him. Dean blinked. “What? Let’s find Joshua and get back to breathing again.”
Sam’s withering look didn’t fade. “This isn’t the Garden.”
Now Dean shot him a dirty look. He deliberately gestured around them. The colorful flowers swayed in a breeze he couldn’t feel, the soft petals brushng against his ankles. “Flowers. Garden.”
“Nope!” a cheerful male voice chirped. “Flowers, Promised Land.”
The brothers whirled around, each reaching for weaposn that didn’t travel with them. A grinning man with wild black hair and an odd uniform stood in front of them, looking out of place in the peaceful field. There was something strange about watching the tall, muscular man bounce on his heels.
Now that Sam and Dean were looking at him, the stranger grinned wider. He posed, left hand on his waist, right arm flung out. “My name is Zack. Don’t shoot me, please. That brings back bad memories.”
Sam stared suspiciously at Zack, but Dean just grinned back. His hand twitched where his hand should be. “So you’re not an angel then?”
Zack stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. Sam scowled at him. Getting his throat cut did nothing to improve his sense of humor.
“I’ve never been called an angel before,” Zack chortled. He wiped away an imaginary tear.
Sam took a deep, calming breath. Dean almost pointed out that Sam didn’t need to breathe. He mentally tucked that thought aside to taunt Sam with it later, after they discovered where they were.
“So this isn’t Heaven?” Sam asked.
“Not everything is related to your Judeo-Christian gods,” a deep voice stated coolly. Dean twisted so he and Sam stood shoulder to shoulder, prepared to face the latest possible threat.
The newcomer looked more like the stereotypical angel than any of the actual angels Dean had met so far. Long silver hair flowed down his back and highlighted the unearthly beauty of his pale face. Dean riased an eyebrow at his bare, muscular chest, complemented by black leather.
Yeah. He’d tap that.
The silver-haired man stared unblinking at them with eerily catlike green eyes. Probably not an angel then.
“Sorry,” Sam said quickly, probably reaching the same conclusion. “Just usually when we die, we go to Heaven.”
Now it was the newcomer’s turn to raise an eyebrow. Huh. Silver. Dean wondered if the rug matched.
“Like you didn’t have a problem staying dead, too, Seph,” a new, amused voice commented. The brothers looked back at Zack to see a short, pretty blond at his side.
Yeah. Dean would tap that, too.
Sam gripped his arm hard, as if he knew what Dean was thinking. If Dean wasn’t already dead, he would leave bruises. Possessive bastard.
“We’re trying to, well, be alive again,” Sam said politely. “It’s kinda important.”
The blond clucked his tongue sympathetically. “End of the world important?”
Dean shrugged. “The usual.”
Zack wrapped a casual arm over the blond’s shoulders, perhaps noticing Dean’s roving eye. “Eh, if you’ve died a lot, they probably just misplaced you. Someone will find you soon.”
Zachariah crossed Dean’s mind, and he grimaced. Sam squeezed Dean’s arm again, this time reassuringly. Dean rolled his eyes. The idiot would probably try to take ol’ Zach on.
Dean tried not to think of the circumstances surrounding their last meeting with Zachariah.
Sam’s hand stayed firm on his arm.
“Cloud, you’re not scaring our guests, are you?”
This new voice was female, and Dean and Sam turned back to Seph to see a beautiful brunette at his side. She smiled at them, green eyes warm, and then abruptly frowned at Sam. She left Seph’s side to hurry to Sam. Dean instinctively stepped between them. Sam huffed behind him, but the brunette only stopped and grinned at Dean.
“Oh, sweetie,” she said warmly. She raised a hand to Dean’s cheek, and to Dean’s surprise, he found himself leaning into her touch. He flushed, but before he had a chance to pull away, she stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “He still loves you and you still love him. Never forget that.”
While Dean blinked and processed that, she walked past him to Sam. Sam had to bend over to let her reach his ear. She rested a hand on his cheek and whispered quietly to him. Dean wanted to listen, but a strange fear gripped him. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what she was saying.
Then the brunette bounced back to Seph. “No one will hurt you here,” she said cheerfully. “They’re trying. So stubborn.”
Dean stared at her, abruptly aware that the brunette was more than a mere girl. She smiled sweetly back. Sam stood behind Dean, strangely silent.
“And here’s your angel,” she said casually.
The brothers jumped when Castiel appeared between them. The angel looked frazzled as he looked between them. “Sam, Dean,” he started. Then Castiel seemed to realize where they were. He stiffened, and for a moment, Dean swore he saw the shadow of wings.
The brunette smiled at Castiel, but Cloud, Zack, and Seph glared back at Castiel. Their eyes glowed. Dean tensed and felt Sam do the same behind him.
The brunette laughed and clapped her hands. “We’re not stopping you, silly. Take your boys home. You three have a lot to work out.”
Dean wanted to ask what she was talking about, but Castiel didn’t give him time. He quickly reached out and grabbed both his and Sam’s wrists, and the field and its inhabitants blurred away.
xoxoxo
After Castiel had flitted them away from the warehouse - and the site of their deaths - and the brothers had showered, the trio sat in their motel room.
“So,” Dean asked, “where the hell were we?”
Books piled on Sam’s bed. The younger man bounced between the books on his lap and Castiel. “Many mythologies mention a ‘Promised Land,’ as well as some type of nature-based ‘Heaven’ of sorts, like the Elysian Fields -“
Sitting beside Dean, Castiel shook his head. “No. That Promised Land is not tied to this world. I’m not sure how your souls were pulled there.”
The angel nearly vibrated with distress. Dean leaned casually against him and didn’t bother moving. Sam looked up from his book and stared silently at the pair.
“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m hungry,” Dean announced. “I’m dying for a cheeseburger.”
Sam groaned but stood. Dean swore Castiel rolled his eyes, but his expression didn’t change. He opened his mouth to speak, but Dean grabbed his wrist. “We’re driving,” he added.
Castiel frowned but didn’t argue. In a fit of defiance, he vanished, and Dean knew he flew to the backseat. He shook his head and walked to the door.
Sam grabbed his wrist, stopping him. Dean paused and looked at him. “Sam, what the -“
Sam pressed something into his hand. Not looking Dean in the face, Sam hurried out the door after Castiel.
Confused, Dean looked down and stared at the object in his hand.
And stared.
And stared.
Five minutes later, Dean slid into the driver’s seat. Castiel smiled quietly behind him. Sam looked at him and then quickly looked out the window, swallowing thickly.
As the trio drove off, the “Vacancy” sign of the motel flickered brightly, the yellow light shining off Dean’s amulet before going dark again.
Title: Bad Boys Go Everywhere
Fandom: Supernatural/FF7 (yeah, crossover, somehow...)
Pairings: implied Sam/Cas/Dean and ot4
Rating: PG
A/N: Spoilers up to Dark Side of the Moon
Summary: SPN/FF7 crossover for jukeboxhound , where the boys die and end up in an entirely different garden.
“Sammy,” Dean Winchester commented aloud, looking around, “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.”
Sam sighed, an amazing feat considering his throat had been cut just a couple minutes ago. “Well, we died in California, so…”
Dean scoffed. “You’d think we’d know better than going near California. What the hell is it with that state. I swear -“
Sam cleared his throat, cutting Dean’s rant off before it started. “Dean?” He gestured around them. “Maybe we should figure out where we are.”
Mouth snapping shut, Dean frowned and looked around. Wildflowers spread out as far as the eye could see. Dean looked for a path but could see nothing beyond the field of bright flowers, all appearing in full bloom.
“The Garden in Heaven?” Dean offered with a shrug.
Sam stared witheringly at him. Dean blinked. “What? Let’s find Joshua and get back to breathing again.”
Sam’s withering look didn’t fade. “This isn’t the Garden.”
Now Dean shot him a dirty look. He deliberately gestured around them. The colorful flowers swayed in a breeze he couldn’t feel, the soft petals brushng against his ankles. “Flowers. Garden.”
“Nope!” a cheerful male voice chirped. “Flowers, Promised Land.”
The brothers whirled around, each reaching for weaposn that didn’t travel with them. A grinning man with wild black hair and an odd uniform stood in front of them, looking out of place in the peaceful field. There was something strange about watching the tall, muscular man bounce on his heels.
Now that Sam and Dean were looking at him, the stranger grinned wider. He posed, left hand on his waist, right arm flung out. “My name is Zack. Don’t shoot me, please. That brings back bad memories.”
Sam stared suspiciously at Zack, but Dean just grinned back. His hand twitched where his hand should be. “So you’re not an angel then?”
Zack stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. Sam scowled at him. Getting his throat cut did nothing to improve his sense of humor.
“I’ve never been called an angel before,” Zack chortled. He wiped away an imaginary tear.
Sam took a deep, calming breath. Dean almost pointed out that Sam didn’t need to breathe. He mentally tucked that thought aside to taunt Sam with it later, after they discovered where they were.
“So this isn’t Heaven?” Sam asked.
“Not everything is related to your Judeo-Christian gods,” a deep voice stated coolly. Dean twisted so he and Sam stood shoulder to shoulder, prepared to face the latest possible threat.
The newcomer looked more like the stereotypical angel than any of the actual angels Dean had met so far. Long silver hair flowed down his back and highlighted the unearthly beauty of his pale face. Dean riased an eyebrow at his bare, muscular chest, complemented by black leather.
Yeah. He’d tap that.
The silver-haired man stared unblinking at them with eerily catlike green eyes. Probably not an angel then.
“Sorry,” Sam said quickly, probably reaching the same conclusion. “Just usually when we die, we go to Heaven.”
Now it was the newcomer’s turn to raise an eyebrow. Huh. Silver. Dean wondered if the rug matched.
“Like you didn’t have a problem staying dead, too, Seph,” a new, amused voice commented. The brothers looked back at Zack to see a short, pretty blond at his side.
Yeah. Dean would tap that, too.
Sam gripped his arm hard, as if he knew what Dean was thinking. If Dean wasn’t already dead, he would leave bruises. Possessive bastard.
“We’re trying to, well, be alive again,” Sam said politely. “It’s kinda important.”
The blond clucked his tongue sympathetically. “End of the world important?”
Dean shrugged. “The usual.”
Zack wrapped a casual arm over the blond’s shoulders, perhaps noticing Dean’s roving eye. “Eh, if you’ve died a lot, they probably just misplaced you. Someone will find you soon.”
Zachariah crossed Dean’s mind, and he grimaced. Sam squeezed Dean’s arm again, this time reassuringly. Dean rolled his eyes. The idiot would probably try to take ol’ Zach on.
Dean tried not to think of the circumstances surrounding their last meeting with Zachariah.
Sam’s hand stayed firm on his arm.
“Cloud, you’re not scaring our guests, are you?”
This new voice was female, and Dean and Sam turned back to Seph to see a beautiful brunette at his side. She smiled at them, green eyes warm, and then abruptly frowned at Sam. She left Seph’s side to hurry to Sam. Dean instinctively stepped between them. Sam huffed behind him, but the brunette only stopped and grinned at Dean.
“Oh, sweetie,” she said warmly. She raised a hand to Dean’s cheek, and to Dean’s surprise, he found himself leaning into her touch. He flushed, but before he had a chance to pull away, she stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “He still loves you and you still love him. Never forget that.”
While Dean blinked and processed that, she walked past him to Sam. Sam had to bend over to let her reach his ear. She rested a hand on his cheek and whispered quietly to him. Dean wanted to listen, but a strange fear gripped him. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what she was saying.
Then the brunette bounced back to Seph. “No one will hurt you here,” she said cheerfully. “They’re trying. So stubborn.”
Dean stared at her, abruptly aware that the brunette was more than a mere girl. She smiled sweetly back. Sam stood behind Dean, strangely silent.
“And here’s your angel,” she said casually.
The brothers jumped when Castiel appeared between them. The angel looked frazzled as he looked between them. “Sam, Dean,” he started. Then Castiel seemed to realize where they were. He stiffened, and for a moment, Dean swore he saw the shadow of wings.
The brunette smiled at Castiel, but Cloud, Zack, and Seph glared back at Castiel. Their eyes glowed. Dean tensed and felt Sam do the same behind him.
The brunette laughed and clapped her hands. “We’re not stopping you, silly. Take your boys home. You three have a lot to work out.”
Dean wanted to ask what she was talking about, but Castiel didn’t give him time. He quickly reached out and grabbed both his and Sam’s wrists, and the field and its inhabitants blurred away.
xoxoxo
After Castiel had flitted them away from the warehouse - and the site of their deaths - and the brothers had showered, the trio sat in their motel room.
“So,” Dean asked, “where the hell were we?”
Books piled on Sam’s bed. The younger man bounced between the books on his lap and Castiel. “Many mythologies mention a ‘Promised Land,’ as well as some type of nature-based ‘Heaven’ of sorts, like the Elysian Fields -“
Sitting beside Dean, Castiel shook his head. “No. That Promised Land is not tied to this world. I’m not sure how your souls were pulled there.”
The angel nearly vibrated with distress. Dean leaned casually against him and didn’t bother moving. Sam looked up from his book and stared silently at the pair.
“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m hungry,” Dean announced. “I’m dying for a cheeseburger.”
Sam groaned but stood. Dean swore Castiel rolled his eyes, but his expression didn’t change. He opened his mouth to speak, but Dean grabbed his wrist. “We’re driving,” he added.
Castiel frowned but didn’t argue. In a fit of defiance, he vanished, and Dean knew he flew to the backseat. He shook his head and walked to the door.
Sam grabbed his wrist, stopping him. Dean paused and looked at him. “Sam, what the -“
Sam pressed something into his hand. Not looking Dean in the face, Sam hurried out the door after Castiel.
Confused, Dean looked down and stared at the object in his hand.
And stared.
And stared.
Five minutes later, Dean slid into the driver’s seat. Castiel smiled quietly behind him. Sam looked at him and then quickly looked out the window, swallowing thickly.
As the trio drove off, the “Vacancy” sign of the motel flickered brightly, the yellow light shining off Dean’s amulet before going dark again.