NEW! "Crossover - Chapter Four" (Supernatural/ATWT Crossover Fic)
Title “Crossover - Chapter Four”
What It Is: ATWT/Supernatural Crossover
Prompt What happens when daytime’s hottest gay couple joins forces with primetime’s hottest hunters?
Author: WillWork4Dean
Fandoms: As the World Turns/Supernatural
Characters: Noah Mayer & Luke Snyder/Sam & Dean Winchester
Rating: M for Mature
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em. Don’t make no money.
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Chapter Four
Dean and Sam glanced at each other, than back at Noah.
“Okay, I’ll bite,” said Dean. “What do you want?”
“The knife,” Noah said.
“What knife?” Sam asked.
Noah looked at him coolly. “The demon-killing knife. We want it.”
“How did you-" Sam started.
Noah looked annoyed. “Can we just cut to the chase? We know you have a knife that kills demons. We want it, and we’re willing to trade for it.”
“Oh, hell, no,” Dean snapped. “No way.”
Noah shrugged. “Or we could just take it from you.”
“Are you KIDDING me?” Dean asked incredulously. “You seriously think you can take us?”
Noah didn’t blink. “I’d prefer if it didn’t come to that, but yeah.”
As Dean sputtered incoherently, Sam stepped forward.
“Look, guys,” he said. “We’d love to help you out, but we’re not in a position to trade. We need that knife.”
“So do I,” Noah said. He nodded toward Luke. “I need it to keep him safe.”
“Okay, that’s really sweet,” Dean snarled. “But we’re in the business of stopping the Apocalypse, which I think takes precedence over your little love-fest.”
“That’s why we think you’ll be interested in this.” Noah pulled out a canvas packet from his coat and gently unwrapped it. Inside the fabric was a small, leather-bound book. Noah placed it on the table. “Go on,” he said. “Take a look.” He stepped back.
“Don’t touch it, Sam,” Dean warned. “It could be cursed.”
“It’s not,” Noah said. He met Sam’s eyes. “I swear.”
Sam hesitated, then stepped forward, ignoring Dean’s hiss of disapproval. He gently picked up the book, which was obviously several hundred years old. A Maltese cross was stamped on the cover in faded red ink, and the crumbling pages gave off a faint odor of must and incense. The text was written in crabbed, blocky Latin. Sam’s breath caught as he read aloud. “The Further Revelation of John of Patmos, translated from the Greek...” His voice trailed off, and he looked at Noah “Where did you get this?”
“Damian left it to me,” Luke answered. “Along with the rings.”
Sam shook his head stubbornly. “This book doesn’t exist. It’s a myth.”
“Tell that to the Knights of Malta,” Noah said. “They were the guardians for over a thousand years. What better way to protect it than to make people believe it never existed?”
“Oh, my God.” Sam leafed through the book with trembling fingers. “Oh, my God.”
Dean was practically dancing with impatience. “Sam, what the hell is it?”
Sam looked at him, eyes wide. “It’s instructions for re-closing the Seals.”
“What?” Dean’s voice cracked. “That’s impossible.”
Sam shook his head. “Not impossible, just forgotten. This book tells how to close the Seals, turn back the armies of darkness, and avert the Apocalypse.”
“Whoa, whoa, wait a minute.” Dean waved his hands. “Time out.” He grabbed Sam’s sleeve. “Would you gentlemen excuse us again?”
“Take all the time you need,” Noah said evenly.
“Just leave the book with us,” Luke added.
“Dean-" Sam objected.
“Sam,” Dean said in his deepest big-brother voice.
Sam reluctantly laid the book on the table. Dean hauled him back toward the confessional again.
“Dude,” he said. “Please tell me you’re not buying this.”
Sam’s eyes glowed. “Dean, what if it’s true?”
“And what if it’s not?” Dean asked hissed “Are you seriously willing to give up the knife? It’s only weapon we have.”
“It’s not the only weapon we have. We can still exorcise demons-"
“No,” Dean said sharply. “No way. You promised you’d give up that psychic shit.”
“Okay, fine, so we do it the old-fashioned way.”
“Have you forgotten? Exorcism doesn’t kill demons; the knife does.”
“Because it kills the host,” Sam argued. “Ask Noah. He killed two hosts and both times the demons escaped back to Hell.”
“Which is why we need the knife,” Dean said. “Sure, we gank the host, but it’s also one less demon roaming around. Besides,” he added. “If this book were the real deal, don’t you think you-know-who,” he lowered his voice even further, “would have told us about it?”
“Who the hell knows?” Sam asked excitedly. “Castiel hasn’t exactly been forthcoming with the intel, has he?”
“No, but that doesn’t mean we should start trusting these yahoos.”
Sam’s chin got that stubborn look. “So, let’s find out.”
“Dude!” Dean whispered. “I can’t exactly call an angel on the Bat-phone!”
“No, but we can call Bobby.”
Dean blinked, and Sam pressed his advantage. “Nobody knows more about this stuff than Bobby does. First, we have him authenticate the book, then we think,” he emphasized the word, “about making the deal. Just think about it.”
“No more deals,” Dean said. “That’s how our family got in this crappy mess, remember?”
“Dean,” Sam said in his most persuasive little-brother whine. “Let’s just go talk to Bobby and see what he says. If he thinks it’s a bad idea, we won’t do it, okay? Please?” His eyes went full puppy-dog.
Dean growled in frustration. “I am so gonna regret this.”
Sam clapped him on the shoulder, then hurried back to Noah and Luke. Dean reluctantly followed.
“Okay,” Sam said. “Here’s the thing. Before we do anything, we need to know that the book is legit.”
“It is,” Noah said.
“So you say. But we’d like Bobby Singer to take a look-"
“He already did.”
Sam blinked at Noah. “What?”
Luke rolled his eyes. “Dumbass,” he said. “Why do you think he sent us to you assclowns in the first place?”
“It’s true,” Noah told Sam. “We showed Bobby the book after the fight in Sioux Falls. He didn’t mention it when you spoke?”
“No,” Sam said slowly. “He just said he thought we should meet.”
“And here we are,” Luke said in an exaggerated tone. “So either make the trade or stop wasting our time we can get the fuck out of here.”
“No,” Dean said.
“Fine!” Luke replied. He turned to leave, but Noah stopped him.
“We need the knife, Luke,” Noah said quietly.
“No, we don’t!” Luke insisted. “And we don’t need this bullshit. I say we get the hell out of here.”
“Spare us the Good Gay, Bad Gay routine,” Dean snapped. “It’s not gonna work. We’re not idiots.”
“Coulda fooled me,” Luke snapped back. He turned to Noah. “Let’s just go. These guys are not worth it.”
“Luke, please.”
Luke laid his palm on Noah’s chest and used his most seductive tone. “We can do this on our own, baby. We don’t need them.”
Noah covered Luke’s hand with his own, pressing their rings together. “What about the visions? They’re getting worse every day. The last one almost killed you.”
“I can handle it.”
“Don’t be too sure about that,” Dean said.
Luke turned on him. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Your visions, your powers - whatever you want to call them - they’re not natural. If you use them, you’re just falling into the demon’s trap. You think you can control them, but you can’t. They end up controlling you.” He glanced at Sam, who looked away.
“Look,” Luke ground out. “Either take the book and give us the knife, or fuck off.”
“We’re not giving you the knife.” Dean’s voice rose.
Noah spoke up. “Then you’re not getting the book.” He picked up the book and re-wrapped it in its protective bindings. “We’re done here.”
“Wait!” Sam held out his hands. “Listen to me. Demons are breaking free every day. People are dying. We need that book to help them.”
“I don’t care.”
“Noah!” Sam’s voice rose. “We’re talking about saving the world!”
Noah pointed at Luke. “I only care about saving him.” He turned to go, but Sam blocked his path.
“That’s not true,” he said quietly. “You’re a hunter. Stopping evil, saving innocent lives, that’s what you do. You wouldn’t be in this job if you didn’t care.”
Noah hesitated. Sam pressed his advantage. “Dean’s right, we can’t give up the knife. But maybe we can work out some kind of deal.”
“Noah,” Luke said softly.
“You guys have done really well on your own,” Sam continued. “Bobby wouldn’t have vouched for you if you hadn’t. But this kind of stuff, it’s really out of your league.”
“Sam’s right,” Dean said. “This isn’t our first rodeo.” He stepped closer, adding his weight to Sam’s. “Here’s how it works. You give us the book. We stop the demons. Your boyfriend stays alive. Everybody’s happy.”
“Noah,” Luke said again, more urgently.
“I don’t know,” Noah said hesitantly. “What you’re saying makes sense. But how do we know we can trust you?”
“Ask Bobby,” Sam answered. “He’s known us our whole lives.”
Noah nodded thoughtfully. Dean held his breath as Sam slowly held out his hand, palm up.
“Give me the book,” he said. “Please.”
“NOAH!”
Startled, all three men turned. Luke’s eyes were wide and dark, his face pale and pinched with pain. As they watched, he bent double, pressed his hands to his temples. “Noah,” he whispered.
“Luke!” As Noah reached for Luke, he collapsed to his knees and pressed his forehead to the stone floor. Noah stowed the book back in his pocket and crouched beside him.
Dean looked at Sam. “Vision?
Sam nodded, shuddering in sympathy. He knelt next to Luke. “What do you see?’
Noah shoved him away. “Leave him alone!”
“We need to know what he’s seeing,” Sam said. “I’ve had these too, remember?” He bent closer. “Luke, try to breathe. Just breathe through the pain, okay?
Luke glared up at him with watery eyes. “Having...a vision...not...a baby!” he snarled. “Assclown!” Then he cried out in agony and curled on his side. He reached blindly for Noah’s hand and gripped it tight. “Noah!”
“I’m here, baby.” Noah wiped the sweat-damp hair off Luke’s forehead. “I’m right here.”
Watching, Dean felt sick to his stomach. He recognized his own helplessness in Noah’s face.
“Oh, God,” Luke whispered. “They’re coming. They’re coming, they’re coming, they’re coming...”
“Who’s coming?” Sam asked. “The demons?”
Luke nodded, his eyes squeezed shut.
“Where?” Dean hurried forward. Finally, something he could do. Something he could kill. “Where do you see them?”
Luke held Noah’s hand so hard his knuckles turned white. “Here. They’re here.”
Sam and Dean glanced around them at the quiet church.
“How close are they?” Sam asked. “When do you see them?”
“NOW.”
A rumbling sound shattered the stillness. The stone floor rippled underneath them, and the scaffolding creaked as it swayed overhead. Then the heavy oak doors burst open, and two figures stood in the doorway. Dean recognized them from the bar - the hippie bartender and the red-haired waitress. Only now their eyes were dead as stone and black as midnight.
The bartender raised his hand, and the church itself split in half.
“Oh, crap!” Dean said.
To be continued...
What It Is: ATWT/Supernatural Crossover
Prompt What happens when daytime’s hottest gay couple joins forces with primetime’s hottest hunters?
Author: WillWork4Dean
Fandoms: As the World Turns/Supernatural
Characters: Noah Mayer & Luke Snyder/Sam & Dean Winchester
Rating: M for Mature
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em. Don’t make no money.
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Chapter Four
Dean and Sam glanced at each other, than back at Noah.
“Okay, I’ll bite,” said Dean. “What do you want?”
“The knife,” Noah said.
“What knife?” Sam asked.
Noah looked at him coolly. “The demon-killing knife. We want it.”
“How did you-" Sam started.
Noah looked annoyed. “Can we just cut to the chase? We know you have a knife that kills demons. We want it, and we’re willing to trade for it.”
“Oh, hell, no,” Dean snapped. “No way.”
Noah shrugged. “Or we could just take it from you.”
“Are you KIDDING me?” Dean asked incredulously. “You seriously think you can take us?”
Noah didn’t blink. “I’d prefer if it didn’t come to that, but yeah.”
As Dean sputtered incoherently, Sam stepped forward.
“Look, guys,” he said. “We’d love to help you out, but we’re not in a position to trade. We need that knife.”
“So do I,” Noah said. He nodded toward Luke. “I need it to keep him safe.”
“Okay, that’s really sweet,” Dean snarled. “But we’re in the business of stopping the Apocalypse, which I think takes precedence over your little love-fest.”
“That’s why we think you’ll be interested in this.” Noah pulled out a canvas packet from his coat and gently unwrapped it. Inside the fabric was a small, leather-bound book. Noah placed it on the table. “Go on,” he said. “Take a look.” He stepped back.
“Don’t touch it, Sam,” Dean warned. “It could be cursed.”
“It’s not,” Noah said. He met Sam’s eyes. “I swear.”
Sam hesitated, then stepped forward, ignoring Dean’s hiss of disapproval. He gently picked up the book, which was obviously several hundred years old. A Maltese cross was stamped on the cover in faded red ink, and the crumbling pages gave off a faint odor of must and incense. The text was written in crabbed, blocky Latin. Sam’s breath caught as he read aloud. “The Further Revelation of John of Patmos, translated from the Greek...” His voice trailed off, and he looked at Noah “Where did you get this?”
“Damian left it to me,” Luke answered. “Along with the rings.”
Sam shook his head stubbornly. “This book doesn’t exist. It’s a myth.”
“Tell that to the Knights of Malta,” Noah said. “They were the guardians for over a thousand years. What better way to protect it than to make people believe it never existed?”
“Oh, my God.” Sam leafed through the book with trembling fingers. “Oh, my God.”
Dean was practically dancing with impatience. “Sam, what the hell is it?”
Sam looked at him, eyes wide. “It’s instructions for re-closing the Seals.”
“What?” Dean’s voice cracked. “That’s impossible.”
Sam shook his head. “Not impossible, just forgotten. This book tells how to close the Seals, turn back the armies of darkness, and avert the Apocalypse.”
“Whoa, whoa, wait a minute.” Dean waved his hands. “Time out.” He grabbed Sam’s sleeve. “Would you gentlemen excuse us again?”
“Take all the time you need,” Noah said evenly.
“Just leave the book with us,” Luke added.
“Dean-" Sam objected.
“Sam,” Dean said in his deepest big-brother voice.
Sam reluctantly laid the book on the table. Dean hauled him back toward the confessional again.
“Dude,” he said. “Please tell me you’re not buying this.”
Sam’s eyes glowed. “Dean, what if it’s true?”
“And what if it’s not?” Dean asked hissed “Are you seriously willing to give up the knife? It’s only weapon we have.”
“It’s not the only weapon we have. We can still exorcise demons-"
“No,” Dean said sharply. “No way. You promised you’d give up that psychic shit.”
“Okay, fine, so we do it the old-fashioned way.”
“Have you forgotten? Exorcism doesn’t kill demons; the knife does.”
“Because it kills the host,” Sam argued. “Ask Noah. He killed two hosts and both times the demons escaped back to Hell.”
“Which is why we need the knife,” Dean said. “Sure, we gank the host, but it’s also one less demon roaming around. Besides,” he added. “If this book were the real deal, don’t you think you-know-who,” he lowered his voice even further, “would have told us about it?”
“Who the hell knows?” Sam asked excitedly. “Castiel hasn’t exactly been forthcoming with the intel, has he?”
“No, but that doesn’t mean we should start trusting these yahoos.”
Sam’s chin got that stubborn look. “So, let’s find out.”
“Dude!” Dean whispered. “I can’t exactly call an angel on the Bat-phone!”
“No, but we can call Bobby.”
Dean blinked, and Sam pressed his advantage. “Nobody knows more about this stuff than Bobby does. First, we have him authenticate the book, then we think,” he emphasized the word, “about making the deal. Just think about it.”
“No more deals,” Dean said. “That’s how our family got in this crappy mess, remember?”
“Dean,” Sam said in his most persuasive little-brother whine. “Let’s just go talk to Bobby and see what he says. If he thinks it’s a bad idea, we won’t do it, okay? Please?” His eyes went full puppy-dog.
Dean growled in frustration. “I am so gonna regret this.”
Sam clapped him on the shoulder, then hurried back to Noah and Luke. Dean reluctantly followed.
“Okay,” Sam said. “Here’s the thing. Before we do anything, we need to know that the book is legit.”
“It is,” Noah said.
“So you say. But we’d like Bobby Singer to take a look-"
“He already did.”
Sam blinked at Noah. “What?”
Luke rolled his eyes. “Dumbass,” he said. “Why do you think he sent us to you assclowns in the first place?”
“It’s true,” Noah told Sam. “We showed Bobby the book after the fight in Sioux Falls. He didn’t mention it when you spoke?”
“No,” Sam said slowly. “He just said he thought we should meet.”
“And here we are,” Luke said in an exaggerated tone. “So either make the trade or stop wasting our time we can get the fuck out of here.”
“No,” Dean said.
“Fine!” Luke replied. He turned to leave, but Noah stopped him.
“We need the knife, Luke,” Noah said quietly.
“No, we don’t!” Luke insisted. “And we don’t need this bullshit. I say we get the hell out of here.”
“Spare us the Good Gay, Bad Gay routine,” Dean snapped. “It’s not gonna work. We’re not idiots.”
“Coulda fooled me,” Luke snapped back. He turned to Noah. “Let’s just go. These guys are not worth it.”
“Luke, please.”
Luke laid his palm on Noah’s chest and used his most seductive tone. “We can do this on our own, baby. We don’t need them.”
Noah covered Luke’s hand with his own, pressing their rings together. “What about the visions? They’re getting worse every day. The last one almost killed you.”
“I can handle it.”
“Don’t be too sure about that,” Dean said.
Luke turned on him. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Your visions, your powers - whatever you want to call them - they’re not natural. If you use them, you’re just falling into the demon’s trap. You think you can control them, but you can’t. They end up controlling you.” He glanced at Sam, who looked away.
“Look,” Luke ground out. “Either take the book and give us the knife, or fuck off.”
“We’re not giving you the knife.” Dean’s voice rose.
Noah spoke up. “Then you’re not getting the book.” He picked up the book and re-wrapped it in its protective bindings. “We’re done here.”
“Wait!” Sam held out his hands. “Listen to me. Demons are breaking free every day. People are dying. We need that book to help them.”
“I don’t care.”
“Noah!” Sam’s voice rose. “We’re talking about saving the world!”
Noah pointed at Luke. “I only care about saving him.” He turned to go, but Sam blocked his path.
“That’s not true,” he said quietly. “You’re a hunter. Stopping evil, saving innocent lives, that’s what you do. You wouldn’t be in this job if you didn’t care.”
Noah hesitated. Sam pressed his advantage. “Dean’s right, we can’t give up the knife. But maybe we can work out some kind of deal.”
“Noah,” Luke said softly.
“You guys have done really well on your own,” Sam continued. “Bobby wouldn’t have vouched for you if you hadn’t. But this kind of stuff, it’s really out of your league.”
“Sam’s right,” Dean said. “This isn’t our first rodeo.” He stepped closer, adding his weight to Sam’s. “Here’s how it works. You give us the book. We stop the demons. Your boyfriend stays alive. Everybody’s happy.”
“Noah,” Luke said again, more urgently.
“I don’t know,” Noah said hesitantly. “What you’re saying makes sense. But how do we know we can trust you?”
“Ask Bobby,” Sam answered. “He’s known us our whole lives.”
Noah nodded thoughtfully. Dean held his breath as Sam slowly held out his hand, palm up.
“Give me the book,” he said. “Please.”
“NOAH!”
Startled, all three men turned. Luke’s eyes were wide and dark, his face pale and pinched with pain. As they watched, he bent double, pressed his hands to his temples. “Noah,” he whispered.
“Luke!” As Noah reached for Luke, he collapsed to his knees and pressed his forehead to the stone floor. Noah stowed the book back in his pocket and crouched beside him.
Dean looked at Sam. “Vision?
Sam nodded, shuddering in sympathy. He knelt next to Luke. “What do you see?’
Noah shoved him away. “Leave him alone!”
“We need to know what he’s seeing,” Sam said. “I’ve had these too, remember?” He bent closer. “Luke, try to breathe. Just breathe through the pain, okay?
Luke glared up at him with watery eyes. “Having...a vision...not...a baby!” he snarled. “Assclown!” Then he cried out in agony and curled on his side. He reached blindly for Noah’s hand and gripped it tight. “Noah!”
“I’m here, baby.” Noah wiped the sweat-damp hair off Luke’s forehead. “I’m right here.”
Watching, Dean felt sick to his stomach. He recognized his own helplessness in Noah’s face.
“Oh, God,” Luke whispered. “They’re coming. They’re coming, they’re coming, they’re coming...”
“Who’s coming?” Sam asked. “The demons?”
Luke nodded, his eyes squeezed shut.
“Where?” Dean hurried forward. Finally, something he could do. Something he could kill. “Where do you see them?”
Luke held Noah’s hand so hard his knuckles turned white. “Here. They’re here.”
Sam and Dean glanced around them at the quiet church.
“How close are they?” Sam asked. “When do you see them?”
“NOW.”
A rumbling sound shattered the stillness. The stone floor rippled underneath them, and the scaffolding creaked as it swayed overhead. Then the heavy oak doors burst open, and two figures stood in the doorway. Dean recognized them from the bar - the hippie bartender and the red-haired waitress. Only now their eyes were dead as stone and black as midnight.
The bartender raised his hand, and the church itself split in half.
“Oh, crap!” Dean said.
To be continued...