NEW! "Crossover - Chapter Six" (Supernatural/ATWT Crossover Fic)
Title “Crossover - Chapter Six”
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 Six
Sam and Dean both grabbed Luke and scrambled over the stone barrier toward the exit.
“No!” Luke screamed as they dragged him out the door “Let go of me! Noah!”
Alone, Noah steadied the rifle.
The demon raised its hand to smite him.
Noah fired.
The bullet pierced the propane heater behind the demon. It exploded, engulfing both demons in flames. The male shrieked and writhed as it was consumed. Its burning eyeballs burst outward.
Noah ducked as fire shot overhead, igniting the drop cloths on the scaffolding.
As the church erupted in flames, he dove over the barrier and fell through the door, his jacket on fire.
Outside, Sam grabbed him and threw him in a snow bank, extinguishing the blaze. Noah collapsed on his back, coughing.
“Holy shit,” was all he managed.
Luke knelt astride Noah and shook him in mingled rage and relief. “Don’t ever do that again, do you hear me?”
Noah coughed again and vaguely patted Luke’s arm. “S’okay, babe,” he said weakly. Then his eyes widened.
The others turned where he was looking - and saw the steeple collapse inward into the burning church. In its place, a steeple of fire shot up into the night.
“Holy shit,” Noah said again. “Holy shit, I just burned down a church.”
Sam and Dean looked at each other. “We need to haul ass-"
“-now.”
***
The motel was fifty miles away, across the Wisconsin border. The Winchesters checked in and cleaned up each other’s injuries. Dean had a purpling bruise on his forehead that hurt like a son of a bitch.
“Stay here and ice it,” Sam advised. “I’m gonna go talk to those guys.”
“I can’t stay here,” Dean whined. “I’m way too wired.”
“Watch TV or something.”
“Screw that. I still don’t trust them.”
“Luke saved your life.”
“And you saved Noah’s. So we’re even. No need to be getting all cozy.”
“I want that book, Dean. Or I at least want a look at it.”
“Same here, so let’s go.”
They locked their room and walked down to the end of the row where Noah’s truck was parked. It was well past midnight, and the motel was quiet and dark. As they approached the room, they heard a sharp cry from inside.
The Winchesters looked at each other, drew their guns, counted to three, and kicked in the door.
Noah leaned against the wall, head flung back, fingers tugging at Luke’s hair, pulling him closer as he knelt in front of him, mouth--
“OH, SHIT!”
“WHAT THE - OH MY GOD! GET OUT! GET OUT!”
“SHIT! SHIT!”
“WE’RE SORRY!”
“GET OUT!
They slammed the door shut behind them and leaned against it.
“Oops,” Sam said.
“My EYES!” Dean shrieked. “My re-virginated EYES!”
***
Two minutes later, Luke opened the door and stood there with a smile that could only be described as shit-eating. They could hear water running in the bathroom through the thin wood-paneled walls.
“Care to come in?” Luke smirked.
“We’re sorry,” Sam said. “We heard a sound and thought--”
Luke cocked his head. “And thought what? You might join in the action?”
“No, we...” Sam blushed. “We thought you guys were in trouble.”
“That’s cute,” Luke laughed. “Noah’s just always…really excited after a hunt.”
“Oh, my God, Luke, shut up!” Noah screamed from the bathroom.
“Sorry, babe,” Luke called over his shoulder. “It’s true,” he told the Winchesters. “He can’t sleep until--"
“Yeah, we get it.” Sam held up his hand.
“I know how he feels,” Dean muttered.
Luke stepped back. “Come in. Unless you’re disgusted.” He glared at Dean in defiance.
“No, no,” Sam said hastily. “We’re cool.” He stepped in the room, and Dean followed.
Luke looked closer at Dean. “You’re still hurt.”
Dean looked confused. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Luke gave Sam a puzzled look, then steered Dean to a chair. “Sit down. Don’t be afraid,I won’t recruit you. Unless you want me to.”
Dean blushed crimson and tried to get up, but Luke pushed him down again.
“That’s bad,” he said, pointing to Dean’s forehead. “You probably have a concussion. Trust me, adrenaline can only carry you so far.”
“I’m fine,” Dean insisted. “Sammy already fixed me up.”
“Well, he didn’t do a very good job.” Luke sat on the bed next to the chair, placed his hand on Dean’s forehead, and closed his eyes.
Dean felt a tingling on his skin. He looked at Sam in alarm, but Sam motioned for him to stay seated.
The tingling grew stronger, followed by warmth. The pain subsided, and Dean felt his eyelids flutter closed. The feeling of warmth and comfort increased, until it filled his head with soothing sensations: A cold beer on a hot day, the smell of fresh-cut grass, the contented hum of the Impala when she was running perfectly under his hands, his mother’s touch, his father’s voice...
Gradually, the pain faded entirely.
“There you go. All better.” Luke sat back, and Dean opened his eyes. He felt his forehead with his fingers. The lump was gone, the pain only a dim memory.
“Holy shit,” he whispered.
Sam bent over him, staring intently. He turned Dean's face to the light. “It’s gone,” he said huskily. “It’s totally gone.”
They both turned to look at Luke, who looked tired but relaxed. “What?” he asked Sam. “You can’t do that?”
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 Six
Sam and Dean both grabbed Luke and scrambled over the stone barrier toward the exit.
“No!” Luke screamed as they dragged him out the door “Let go of me! Noah!”
Alone, Noah steadied the rifle.
The demon raised its hand to smite him.
Noah fired.
The bullet pierced the propane heater behind the demon. It exploded, engulfing both demons in flames. The male shrieked and writhed as it was consumed. Its burning eyeballs burst outward.
Noah ducked as fire shot overhead, igniting the drop cloths on the scaffolding.
As the church erupted in flames, he dove over the barrier and fell through the door, his jacket on fire.
Outside, Sam grabbed him and threw him in a snow bank, extinguishing the blaze. Noah collapsed on his back, coughing.
“Holy shit,” was all he managed.
Luke knelt astride Noah and shook him in mingled rage and relief. “Don’t ever do that again, do you hear me?”
Noah coughed again and vaguely patted Luke’s arm. “S’okay, babe,” he said weakly. Then his eyes widened.
The others turned where he was looking - and saw the steeple collapse inward into the burning church. In its place, a steeple of fire shot up into the night.
“Holy shit,” Noah said again. “Holy shit, I just burned down a church.”
Sam and Dean looked at each other. “We need to haul ass-"
“-now.”
***
The motel was fifty miles away, across the Wisconsin border. The Winchesters checked in and cleaned up each other’s injuries. Dean had a purpling bruise on his forehead that hurt like a son of a bitch.
“Stay here and ice it,” Sam advised. “I’m gonna go talk to those guys.”
“I can’t stay here,” Dean whined. “I’m way too wired.”
“Watch TV or something.”
“Screw that. I still don’t trust them.”
“Luke saved your life.”
“And you saved Noah’s. So we’re even. No need to be getting all cozy.”
“I want that book, Dean. Or I at least want a look at it.”
“Same here, so let’s go.”
They locked their room and walked down to the end of the row where Noah’s truck was parked. It was well past midnight, and the motel was quiet and dark. As they approached the room, they heard a sharp cry from inside.
The Winchesters looked at each other, drew their guns, counted to three, and kicked in the door.
Noah leaned against the wall, head flung back, fingers tugging at Luke’s hair, pulling him closer as he knelt in front of him, mouth--
“OH, SHIT!”
“WHAT THE - OH MY GOD! GET OUT! GET OUT!”
“SHIT! SHIT!”
“WE’RE SORRY!”
“GET OUT!
They slammed the door shut behind them and leaned against it.
“Oops,” Sam said.
“My EYES!” Dean shrieked. “My re-virginated EYES!”
***
Two minutes later, Luke opened the door and stood there with a smile that could only be described as shit-eating. They could hear water running in the bathroom through the thin wood-paneled walls.
“Care to come in?” Luke smirked.
“We’re sorry,” Sam said. “We heard a sound and thought--”
Luke cocked his head. “And thought what? You might join in the action?”
“No, we...” Sam blushed. “We thought you guys were in trouble.”
“That’s cute,” Luke laughed. “Noah’s just always…really excited after a hunt.”
“Oh, my God, Luke, shut up!” Noah screamed from the bathroom.
“Sorry, babe,” Luke called over his shoulder. “It’s true,” he told the Winchesters. “He can’t sleep until--"
“Yeah, we get it.” Sam held up his hand.
“I know how he feels,” Dean muttered.
Luke stepped back. “Come in. Unless you’re disgusted.” He glared at Dean in defiance.
“No, no,” Sam said hastily. “We’re cool.” He stepped in the room, and Dean followed.
Luke looked closer at Dean. “You’re still hurt.”
Dean looked confused. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Luke gave Sam a puzzled look, then steered Dean to a chair. “Sit down. Don’t be afraid,I won’t recruit you. Unless you want me to.”
Dean blushed crimson and tried to get up, but Luke pushed him down again.
“That’s bad,” he said, pointing to Dean’s forehead. “You probably have a concussion. Trust me, adrenaline can only carry you so far.”
“I’m fine,” Dean insisted. “Sammy already fixed me up.”
“Well, he didn’t do a very good job.” Luke sat on the bed next to the chair, placed his hand on Dean’s forehead, and closed his eyes.
Dean felt a tingling on his skin. He looked at Sam in alarm, but Sam motioned for him to stay seated.
The tingling grew stronger, followed by warmth. The pain subsided, and Dean felt his eyelids flutter closed. The feeling of warmth and comfort increased, until it filled his head with soothing sensations: A cold beer on a hot day, the smell of fresh-cut grass, the contented hum of the Impala when she was running perfectly under his hands, his mother’s touch, his father’s voice...
Gradually, the pain faded entirely.
“There you go. All better.” Luke sat back, and Dean opened his eyes. He felt his forehead with his fingers. The lump was gone, the pain only a dim memory.
“Holy shit,” he whispered.
Sam bent over him, staring intently. He turned Dean's face to the light. “It’s gone,” he said huskily. “It’s totally gone.”
They both turned to look at Luke, who looked tired but relaxed. “What?” he asked Sam. “You can’t do that?”
To be continued…