NEW! "Crossover - Chapter Seven" (Supernatural/ATWT Crossover Fic)
Title “Crossover - Chapter Seven”
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 Seven
Luke sat on the bed, looking freaked. “I figured it was just part of the package. Part of the whole psychic deal, you know?”
Sam shook his head. “I’ve seen some strange powers in my day, but I’ve never seen anything like that. Not in a human.” He glanced at Dean. They were both thinking the same thing. Castiel.
Luke crossed his arms over his chest. “Great, so I’m even more of a freak.”
“I know how you feel,” Sam said. “This ability, did it start at the same time as the visions?”
Luke shook his head. “Later. Noah and I were on a case in New Orleans. Zombies.”
“Mean fuckers,” Dean said. “You see more of them now after Katrina.”
Luke nodded. “Noah wanted me to stay behind while he checked out this boarded-up hotel.”
“Naturally, you didn’t,” Dean said dryly.
“Damn straight,” Luke said. “When I got there...” He shuddered. “Noah was chewed up pretty bad. He was bleeding out. I didn’t know what else to do, so I just...prayed.”
Sam and Dean exchanged glances again.
“I could feel this weird tingling in my hands and I touched him and then...”
“He got better,” Dean said.
“Yeah.”
“So maybe the power was there since the beginning,” Sam suggested. “You just never needed it before. Like the time I moved that dresser with my mind,” he said to Dean.
“Please don’t remind me,” Dean growled.
Sam made the bitch-face at him, then turned back to Luke. “Can you--”
Luke, anticipating his question, shook his head. “It doesn’t work on me. Only other people.”
“Damn,” Sam said softly. “I’m beginning to understand why the other side wants you dead.”
“I never said they wanted him dead.”
They turned. Noah stood in the bathroom doorway in jeans and bare feet. His hair was wet from the shower and drops of water ran down his chest - a chest that was free of bruises, cuts, scrapes, or burns.
“You should be a mess,” Dean said quietly. “After what that demon did to you. You should be dead, or in a hospital.”
Noah shrugged. “Luke healed me. Like he always does.” He grabbed a flannel shirt from his duffel and pulled it on.
“Hell has a new champion,” Sam murmured.
“Huh?” Dean said.
“The demon told me Hell has a new champion. I thought they meant you.”
“Thanks a lot, bro,” Dean snapped.
“So you’re saying I’ll go dark side?” Luke asked scornfully.
Sam shrugged. "Maybe."
"Like Hell I will."
Dean’s voice was quiet. “You might not have a choice.”
“Screw that.” Luke stood. “I’d die first.”
“He’s right, Luke,” Noah said.
Luke’s eyes widened. “You have that little faith in me?”
Noah walked over to Luke and laid his hand on his face. “Luke, you’re the bravest person I know.” Luke tried to turn away, but Noah grasped his chin, holding his gaze. “I know you’d never hurt anyone. I know you’d never willingly help the other side.”
Luke’s voice wobbled. “So what are you talking about?”
In reply, Noah took Luke‘s wrist and pushed up his sleeve, exposing a livid scar on his inner forearm - a sigil carved in the form of a serpent. “This,” he said softly.
“Whoa.” Dean stood, too. “What the hell is that?”
“No,” Luke said. He wrenched his arm away and pulled his sleeve down, his face dark with shame. “No.”
“Luke, we have to tell them,” Noah said gently. “They might know something.”
Luke turned his back and folded his arms. Noah sighed and turned back to Sam and Dean. “I told you my father kidnapped Luke. And when I found them, he was performing some kind of ritual.” His mouth twisted. “He carved these weird symbols into his skin. Twelve, and the beginning of a thirteenth. I killed him before he could finish the last symbol. And I have to ask myself, why would he do that? My dad hated Luke, so why didn’t he just kill him?”
“Your father wasn’t your father anymore at the end,” Sam said gently. “You know that, right? The demon was possessing him, controlling his actions.”
“I know,” Noah said heavily. “Or at least, I try to remind myself. But the question still remains - why not just kill Luke? Why do the ritual?”
“Have you done any research?” Sam asked.
“Tons,” Noah said. “Everywhere. Libraries, churches, the Internet. Even Bobby didn’t know what the symbols were. But he thought they were there for a reason.”
Luke whirled, eyes flashing. “You talked to Bobby about this?” he sputtered. “How? When? Because I don’t remember showing the old dude my arms or my hands or my back.”
“I drew the symbols for him.”
Luke got that stubborn tilt to his chin. “So they could have been wrong.”
“Give me a break, Luke!” Noah grabbed Luke’s wrist and shoved up his sleeve again. “I know these marks by heart. For God’s sake, I see them on your skin every time we make love. And every single time I remember that my father was the one who put them there.”
Luke’s blushed. “If they bother you so much, don’t look at me.” He wrenched his arm away and pulled his sleeve down. “And don’t touch me either!” He pulled his sweater on and walked toward the door, his movements stiff.
“Luke,” Noah said patiently. “Where are you going?”
Luke didn’t look at him. “I need some air.”
“Luke, it’s not safe--"
Luke turned, shame and anger mingled on his face. “Don’t tell me what to do!”
“Then don’t be an idiot!”
“Oh, so now I’m an idiot? Not to mention a traitor and a disgusting disfigured THING?”
“I never said--"
Sam stepped between them. “You know what, I need some air, too. Why don’t we go for a walk?”
Luke scowled, then yanked the door open. “Fine. Apparently I can’t go out on my own without a babysitter.” He stomped outside.
Noah started to follow him, but Sam held up his hand. “I’ll keep an eye on him,” he said, then followed Luke outside and closed the door behind him.
“God dammit!” Noah flexed his hands and looked around for something to throw.
“Pillow?” Dean suggested. “They make you pay for broken stuff.”
“Idiot!” Noah yelled. “Stupid self-absorbed careless freaking IDIOT!” He visibly got his anger under control and flung himself into a chair.
“So,” Dean said after a minute. “Drama, huh?”
Noah gnawed at his thumbnail, “You have no idea.”
Dean considered, then reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a flask. “Drink?” he offered.
Noah looked at him. “Oh my God, yes.”
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 Seven
Luke sat on the bed, looking freaked. “I figured it was just part of the package. Part of the whole psychic deal, you know?”
Sam shook his head. “I’ve seen some strange powers in my day, but I’ve never seen anything like that. Not in a human.” He glanced at Dean. They were both thinking the same thing. Castiel.
Luke crossed his arms over his chest. “Great, so I’m even more of a freak.”
“I know how you feel,” Sam said. “This ability, did it start at the same time as the visions?”
Luke shook his head. “Later. Noah and I were on a case in New Orleans. Zombies.”
“Mean fuckers,” Dean said. “You see more of them now after Katrina.”
Luke nodded. “Noah wanted me to stay behind while he checked out this boarded-up hotel.”
“Naturally, you didn’t,” Dean said dryly.
“Damn straight,” Luke said. “When I got there...” He shuddered. “Noah was chewed up pretty bad. He was bleeding out. I didn’t know what else to do, so I just...prayed.”
Sam and Dean exchanged glances again.
“I could feel this weird tingling in my hands and I touched him and then...”
“He got better,” Dean said.
“Yeah.”
“So maybe the power was there since the beginning,” Sam suggested. “You just never needed it before. Like the time I moved that dresser with my mind,” he said to Dean.
“Please don’t remind me,” Dean growled.
Sam made the bitch-face at him, then turned back to Luke. “Can you--”
Luke, anticipating his question, shook his head. “It doesn’t work on me. Only other people.”
“Damn,” Sam said softly. “I’m beginning to understand why the other side wants you dead.”
“I never said they wanted him dead.”
They turned. Noah stood in the bathroom doorway in jeans and bare feet. His hair was wet from the shower and drops of water ran down his chest - a chest that was free of bruises, cuts, scrapes, or burns.
“You should be a mess,” Dean said quietly. “After what that demon did to you. You should be dead, or in a hospital.”
Noah shrugged. “Luke healed me. Like he always does.” He grabbed a flannel shirt from his duffel and pulled it on.
“Hell has a new champion,” Sam murmured.
“Huh?” Dean said.
“The demon told me Hell has a new champion. I thought they meant you.”
“Thanks a lot, bro,” Dean snapped.
“So you’re saying I’ll go dark side?” Luke asked scornfully.
Sam shrugged. "Maybe."
"Like Hell I will."
Dean’s voice was quiet. “You might not have a choice.”
“Screw that.” Luke stood. “I’d die first.”
“He’s right, Luke,” Noah said.
Luke’s eyes widened. “You have that little faith in me?”
Noah walked over to Luke and laid his hand on his face. “Luke, you’re the bravest person I know.” Luke tried to turn away, but Noah grasped his chin, holding his gaze. “I know you’d never hurt anyone. I know you’d never willingly help the other side.”
Luke’s voice wobbled. “So what are you talking about?”
In reply, Noah took Luke‘s wrist and pushed up his sleeve, exposing a livid scar on his inner forearm - a sigil carved in the form of a serpent. “This,” he said softly.
“Whoa.” Dean stood, too. “What the hell is that?”
“No,” Luke said. He wrenched his arm away and pulled his sleeve down, his face dark with shame. “No.”
“Luke, we have to tell them,” Noah said gently. “They might know something.”
Luke turned his back and folded his arms. Noah sighed and turned back to Sam and Dean. “I told you my father kidnapped Luke. And when I found them, he was performing some kind of ritual.” His mouth twisted. “He carved these weird symbols into his skin. Twelve, and the beginning of a thirteenth. I killed him before he could finish the last symbol. And I have to ask myself, why would he do that? My dad hated Luke, so why didn’t he just kill him?”
“Your father wasn’t your father anymore at the end,” Sam said gently. “You know that, right? The demon was possessing him, controlling his actions.”
“I know,” Noah said heavily. “Or at least, I try to remind myself. But the question still remains - why not just kill Luke? Why do the ritual?”
“Have you done any research?” Sam asked.
“Tons,” Noah said. “Everywhere. Libraries, churches, the Internet. Even Bobby didn’t know what the symbols were. But he thought they were there for a reason.”
Luke whirled, eyes flashing. “You talked to Bobby about this?” he sputtered. “How? When? Because I don’t remember showing the old dude my arms or my hands or my back.”
“I drew the symbols for him.”
Luke got that stubborn tilt to his chin. “So they could have been wrong.”
“Give me a break, Luke!” Noah grabbed Luke’s wrist and shoved up his sleeve again. “I know these marks by heart. For God’s sake, I see them on your skin every time we make love. And every single time I remember that my father was the one who put them there.”
Luke’s blushed. “If they bother you so much, don’t look at me.” He wrenched his arm away and pulled his sleeve down. “And don’t touch me either!” He pulled his sweater on and walked toward the door, his movements stiff.
“Luke,” Noah said patiently. “Where are you going?”
Luke didn’t look at him. “I need some air.”
“Luke, it’s not safe--"
Luke turned, shame and anger mingled on his face. “Don’t tell me what to do!”
“Then don’t be an idiot!”
“Oh, so now I’m an idiot? Not to mention a traitor and a disgusting disfigured THING?”
“I never said--"
Sam stepped between them. “You know what, I need some air, too. Why don’t we go for a walk?”
Luke scowled, then yanked the door open. “Fine. Apparently I can’t go out on my own without a babysitter.” He stomped outside.
Noah started to follow him, but Sam held up his hand. “I’ll keep an eye on him,” he said, then followed Luke outside and closed the door behind him.
“God dammit!” Noah flexed his hands and looked around for something to throw.
“Pillow?” Dean suggested. “They make you pay for broken stuff.”
“Idiot!” Noah yelled. “Stupid self-absorbed careless freaking IDIOT!” He visibly got his anger under control and flung himself into a chair.
“So,” Dean said after a minute. “Drama, huh?”
Noah gnawed at his thumbnail, “You have no idea.”
Dean considered, then reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a flask. “Drink?” he offered.
Noah looked at him. “Oh my God, yes.”
To be continued…