The Same Coin [5/?]
Funny story about this chapter. I’d of course chosen the name for this story a long time ago, but up until this chapter I wasn’t entirely convinced it was the right choice. Titles don’t always come before story, for me I’d say it’s about fifty/fifty. But while working on the last scene of this chapter the reason for this title became very clear to me, I find that amusing five chapters in.
I really enjoyed writing this chapter despite the difficulties that come with a crossover. I find crossovers are hardest to write when the characters from the two shows are finally interacting with each other and not just the people that are from their show. It can feel like too much information dumping on both sides. I’d originally thought that I’d be at an advantage with the Winchesters knowing about the SGC. It wasn’t as much of an advantage as I thought.
I hope you enjoy this chapter!
One | Two | Three | Four
Title: The Same Coin
Shows: Supernatural/Stargate SG-1
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Adventure/Hurt/Comfort
Spoilers: None for either show
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from either Supernatural or Stargate SG-1
Summary: Crossover with Stargate SG-1. Sam and Dean are on the hunt for a demon, what happens when the rash of unexplained deaths attracts the attention of the SGC? -Set during Season 2 of Supernatural-
Dean’s mind snapped back to consciousness in a heartbeat. Residual pain from the agony that had pulled him into the blackness sent tremors racing down his spine. His heart remembered the panic he’d felt and began racing like he’d run a marathon. Dean felt entirely disoriented and allowed his instincts to take control, trusting them to protect him. He tried to move, but found his body tightly restrained.
Hazel eyes shot wide open, seeing nothing but a low hanging curved ceiling above him. Dean tried to look down his body, but couldn’t even raise his head from the board he was strapped too. His body bucked violently against the restraints adrenalin drowning his system, as only one thought raced through his mind -Sammy!-
His ears were filled with the roar of the machine as it came to life around him. A part of Dean’s mind recognized that he was somehow in an MRI, but his main focus was on his need to get free and find Sammy. He could still clearly hear and see Sam scream in pain as he’d collapsed, Dean used that image to drive himself. Focusing his efforts on his right side Dean tore his arm free of the restraints ignoring the pain, and immediately began on his other arm.
The MRI beep a sharp warning and a second later Dean found himself being pulled from the tunnel. He squinted through the bright lights barely recognizing the military uniforms of the men wrestling to pin him back to the table. In the very back of his mind Dean knew he was fighting a loosing battle, but he wasn’t about to stop.
The fight was over the minute his brain registered a needle prick in his arm. Almost immediately all strength left Dean’s body, as he fell back into the black pit.
---SPN/SG-1---
“Alright let’s get him back in there,” Jack ordered as the two armed guards held Dean Winchester back against the table. Dr. Fraiser was looking rather stunned where she stood near the head of the MRI, right hand still holding the syringe she’d injected the man with.
Jack stepped around the table and placed a guiding hand on Janet’s arm, “Doctor,” he said drawing her attention to him.
“Right,” Dr. Fraiser said with a slight shake of her head following him to the computer terminal. “If the strength he displayed is any indication this is little more than a formality,” she said starting the machine again once the guards were back in position.
“Could just be adrenalin,” Jack commented folding his arms across his chest.
They’d already examined Samuel Winchester and to their surprise found him to be clean of any alien life forms. Jack had been more interested in Dean however since they had clear footage that told them he was a Gou’ald or at one time been possessed. Leaning back against the wall, Jack watched over Janet’s shoulder as a high resolution image slowly formed on the screen in front of them.
“I don’t believe it,” the Colonel stated flatly.
Dr. Fraiser shook her head, “I’m sorry Colonel, there’s absolutely no sign of a Gou’ald inside this man.”
“Any indication that there was once?” he asked.
The doctor shut down the MRI before turning to Jack, “Not that I’m seeing here, I’ll examine them both further, but I think they’re clear of alien life forms.”
“I want to be sure Doc,” Jack said firmly, looking through the window to where his men were pulling Winchester from the machine.
“I’ll run every test I can,” she assured.
“Call me as soon as you know something,” he said making his way over to the door.
“Yes Sir,” he heard Janet say to his retreating back.
Colonel O’Neill strode out of the infirmary, and made his way towards General Hammond’s office. He took the steps two at a time, striding into the empty briefing room, and took a minute to study one of the computer monitors. It displayed an image of the holding cell Samuel had been locked away in, just off from the main infirmary. Jack could see the boy lying on the bottom bunk, and didn’t appear to have regained consciousness yet, unlike his brother.
Coming to a stop outside the General’s office, Jack rapped lightly with his knuckle against the opened door, “Sir?”
“Come in Colonel,” Hammond bade with a wave of his hand.
Jack stepped into the office, “MRI shows no signs of Gou’ald inside either of the Winchesters Sir.” He continued quickly seeing the General’s confused look, “Dr. Fraiser is running more tests to confirm that they are human.”
“Do we have any explanation for the surveillance footage?” the General asked, coming to his feet.
“Not at the moment,” Jack replied following Hammond from the office back out into the briefing room. “My best guess is he was possessed at the time, but that hasn’t been confirmed.”
Hammond folded his arms across his broad chest and looked at the computer screen, “Are we sure of anything Colonel?” he demanded looking from Jack back to the monitor.
He hated to admit that they really weren’t, “No Sir, not at the moment.”
“You caught them over a dead body,” General Hammond barked turning to face Jack.
“In their defense General, the Winchesters had shotguns,” he wasn’t sure what to think of those boys, but O’Neill knew the security guard’s injuries couldn’t have been caused by a gun. He could still clearly see the man’s torn and bloodied body.
“Tor Eckhart wasn’t killed by shotguns,” Jack stated flatly, with the death toll standing at ten, they were still at a loss to find a connection between all the victims.
The General’s attention had returned to the computer screen, “Get me some answers Colonel.”
Jack caught site of the movement on the computer and nodded. “He ought to have what we need,” Samuel had gotten up from the bed, and was glancing around his surroundings before finally looking up towards the camera.
“Keep me informed,” it didn’t need to be said.
“Will do,” Jack replied with a nod. Going back the way he’d come O’Neill came to a stop outside the holding cell. The guards standing on either side of the door snapped to attention at his approach.
“At ease,” he waved the men back, “Anything from inside?”
“No Sir, it’s been all quiet.”
Jack reached for the knob and pushed the door open. The room on the other side was small, one set of bunk beds pressed against the wall to his right, while a table and two chairs were to his left. Jack found the kid slouch on the bottom bunk of the bed, watching the door intently. His gaze was sharp, posture on edge as Jack made his way into the room, closing the door behind him. He took a seat in one of the chairs taking a moment to regard the boy.
“So what’s the charge?” Sam asked brown eyes boring into Jack’s head.
The Colonel blinked sitting a little straighter, “You have outstanding warrants in two different states, and the FBI hot on your trail, and you don’t know?” his tone was incredulous.
“A little out of your jurisdiction don’t you think?” Sam returned leaning forward on the bed, so elbows rested on knees.
They weren’t positive what these kids knew about the SGC, but Jack considered Winchester’s outward display of calm as a sign he knew at least something. Experience told Jack that the usual first question was ‘Who are you?’ or ‘Where am I’ the fact that Samuel overlooked either of these, only confirmed Jack’s suspicions.
“You broke into a secured location,” Jack said in answer to the question, “And you were standing over a corpse.”
The boy sighed shaking his head, “We didn’t kill him.”
“Pretty sure that’s what everyone says,” he tossed back flippantly.
Sam rolled his easy, “Where’s Dean?” he demanded changing the subject.
“You’re brother?” Jack asked leaning his left arm on the surface of the grey table.
The boy nodded curtly, his expression hard to read.
“He’s in the infirmary with Dr. Fraiser,” the Colonel explained watching Samuel closely. The kid was good; he kept his expression blank, but Jack caught the tension in Winchester’s jaw.
“What did you do to him?”
O’Neill couldn’t stop the smile from pulling at his lips. He was impressed, not that he’d ever admit it. Samuel was locked up, in a high security government facility; he had no weapons, and no ground to make any demands. But despite all that the kid somehow managed to drum up a very threatening tone.
“He’s fine,” Jack said with a shrug.
“I want to see him,” the boy’s voice was firm, his eyes locking with Jack’s.
The Colonel nodded his head, “Maybe later, right now I’d like to know what you two were doing at that dig site.”
Winchester regarded Jack with a raised eyebrow but made no move towards answering the question.
“C’mon, I’d prefer if you’d cooperate.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed, “Which is why you shot first? Ask questions later?”
Jack folded his arms across his chest; “As I recall you were the one who was pointing a gun at us.”
“Right…” he drew the word out folding his hands together; despite the situation Samuel was maintaining a level of calm that Jack found impressive.
“So, what were you doing last night?”
The kid stared at him, brown eyes thoughtful and he felt sure Samuel was weighing his options, not that he had all that many. “We were looking for a killer,” Winchester said finally.
“Why?”
Winchester looked away with a sigh pulling a hand through his hair, “Because the police can’t handle it.”
“What makes you think that?” the Colonel pressed curious to see what Sam’s answer would be.
“We both know no human did this,” he said pointedly, his eyes returning to Jack’s.
O’Neill raised an eyebrow at that declaration, and he wondered if Samuel would actually admit to the information Jack was now sure he had. “What else could?” he prompted.
Sam looked at him expression somewhat smug, “I know the SGC thinks its alien.”
“Well now that’s something,” the Colonel drawled not letting anything show. That comment alone was further confirmation that the Winchesters had at least received the stolen information, if not been the ones to actually hack the system.
“I also have a feeling you’ve mistaken us for aliens.”
The kid was sharp, Jack had to give him that, “How much do you think you know?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Samuel smirked, “Those guns you used, you call them Zats.”
Jack opened his mouth to respond, when the door opened and Dr. Fraiser stepped into the room. “Colonel O’Neill, I’m sorry am I interrupting?”
He got to his feet shaking his head, “You ready for him doc?” he asked eying Winchester carefully. Jack wasn’t about to underestimate the kid, the fact that he’d escaped a sealed bank crawling with SWAT told O’Neill there was nothing Samuel wouldn’t try.
She regarded their prisoner with a small smile, “Yes Colonel.”
“Alright, let’s go,” he said reaching down for Winchester’s arm. The boy pulled away sharply but did get up from the bed. Jack found he had to remind himself that the kid was only twenty-three. Sam towered over almost everyone in the room even had a few inches on Jack himself. It helped that Sam carried himself with confidence, even in this impossible situation.
---SPN/SG-1---
Sam felt the tension build as he remained standing near the back of the room. He wasn’t in the least bit interested in being experimented on by this doctor; even if she was doing everything she could to appear non-threatening. All he really wanted right now was to find Dean and make sure he was alright.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Dr. Fraiser said, her tone encouraging.
“Is Dean alright?” he asked specifically directing his question at the doctor rather than Jack.
She nodded once, “He’s fine,” she assured stepping aside and motioned for him to come with her.
Sam knew he could only stall so long before they’d try to drag him from the room, or worse yet, hit him with one of those zat guns again. Sam wished he’d had more time to read over all the information and mission reports Ash had gathered for them. He knew he was at some advantage for just knowing about Stargate Command, but it would have helped a lot more if he’d been versed in more of the smaller details.
“Please,” the doctor tried one last attempt.
He sighed but stepped away from the beds, following Dr. Fraiser from the room. Sam was flanked immediately by Jack and the soldiers who’d been guarding his cell. He wondered if all prisoners were treated so well, had this been a police station Sam knew he’d have woken up in chains.
The infirmary wasn’t far from where they’d been keeping him and Sam’s brown eyes immediately fell on Dean, who was lying unconscious in a hospital bed. “Dean!” he called sharply moving without thought to his brother’s side.
The guards in the room raised their weapons in warning; Sam didn’t miss the sound of safeties being switched off. His eyes darted around the room, before returning to his brother when nothing else was done.
“Dean,” he said again shaking the older hunter’s shoulder. From what he could see of his brother, Dean didn’t appear to be injured, though his right wrist was bandaged. He’d also been stripped of his clothes and redressed in a green hospital gown.
“He’s alright,” Dr. Fraiser said coming up beside him, seeming not to care about the guns pointed at Sam. “I was forced to sedate him for the tests; he should wake in a couple hours.”
Sam looked down at her sharply, “We’re not aliens,” it was a statement he’d never thought he’d have to make.
“We had reason to believe you were,” Jack said coming to stand on the opposite side of Dean.
“Were,” Sam leapt on the wording, “So you know now we’re not.”
“I have my doubts,” the Colonel said, nodding towards Dr. Fraiser. “Let the good doctor run her tests.”
The fact that he and Dean had discussed the possibility that the SGC might mistake them for aliens did nothing really to prepare Sam for it actually happening.
“Why don’t you take a seat here,” the doctor suggested pointing to the bed behind Sam. “I’m going to take a blood sample for testing,” she explained reaching up with her right hand to draw Sam’s button down shirt off his shoulder.
The young hunter split his attention between what Dr. Fraiser was doing and watching the steady rise and fall of Dean’s chest. He took the brief silence as an opportunity to try and remember what he’d read of the aliens the SGC had encountered. In an attempt to piece together what could have caused suspicion. The Gou’ald was the name that had come up the most, but that didn’t tell Sam much.
Finally he just decided to ask, “What made you think alien?”
“Well the fact that you’re brother faked his own death, for starters,” Jack replied lightly, his tone and behavior continuing to puzzle Sam. The Colonel reminded Sam of his father in several ways, but his attitude was far more laid back, even going so far as to be outright sarcastic.
Sam thought back to the incident in St. Louis, quickly feeling the pieced fall into place and he couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping him. “You thought he was a Gou’ald?” he asked, and he supposed it made sense. The eye flash of a Shapeshifter caught on camera could have been similar to what he’d read of the Gou’ald, though having never seen it he couldn’t say for sure.
“Care to explain what we saw on that surveillance video of your brother?” the Colonel asked calmly.
He was tempted to say ‘You wouldn’t believe me’ it was the automatic response in a situation like this. But Sam knew that this time that wasn’t true. With Jack’s background he was probably the most likely to believe outside of another hunter. “It was a Shapeshifter.”
But O’Neill was determined to surprise him, “A Shapeshifter?” his tone was skeptical, as he glanced around the room.
Sam just stared at the Colonel, “You find that harder to believe than a parasitic alien?”
“The Gou’ald I’ve actually seen,” was O’Neill’s flip response.
The hunter shook his head in disbelief, “I’m surprised you can be a skeptic and work here.”
“Jack was a skeptic long before he came to the SGC.”
Sam turned towards the door, and found Daniel Jackson standing across the threshold.
“Should I be surprised that you’d accept Shapeshifters as a legitimate explanation?” the Colonel asked with a raised eyebrow.
“No,” Daniel said simply adjusting his glasses, “Just about every mythology has some form of Shapeshifter lore. Just because we haven’t seen one…”
“Right, fine,” Jack said cutting him off, and returned his attention to Sam. “So what exactly is it you do?” he asked curiously, “Besides posing as police and digging up graves?”
Sam glanced around the somewhat crowded room, debating his answer. ‘We do what we do and we shut up about it’ Dean’s words echoed in his head. They’d broken the rule before when it was necessary, and Sam didn’t see them walking out of here any other way.
“We’re hunters,” he said simply.
“Hunters,” Jack repeated with a nod of his head, “Of what?”
Sam smiled a little, “The supernatural,” he realized there really was no good way to say it.
The Colonel nodded his head very slowly, “Right, like ghosts?”
“Ghosts, spirits, demonic creatures, vampires, werewolves,” he listed them off with a shrug, watching Jack’s expression change with each added creature. “And before you say none of that is real, I was a firm believer that aliens were a hoax until I read your reports.”
“Huh…” Daniel said thoughtfully, “Kind of like two sides of the same coin.”
“Excuse me?” O’Neill said giving the archeologist a strange look.
“Think about it Jack, neither aliens nor the supernatural, are widely accepted as fact by the general population.” He smiled appearing excited by the entire concept, “Even between our two sides, one didn’t really believe the other was real.”
“Right…” Jack drew the word out sounding less than convinced, “So you believe something ‘Supernatural’ is killing people.” He didn’t need to raise his fingers in quotes for Sam to know just how skeptical Jack was.
“All signs point to something demonic,” Sam confirmed.
“What are the usual signs?” Daniel asked, sounding genuinely curious.
“Anything from cattle death, to lightning storms,” he explained directing his attention towards the archeologist. “The fact that sulfur was found on both the victims and the locations where they were killed is also a clear indicator.”
“How exactly do you fight something like a demon?” Daniel inquired ignoring the way O’Neill rolled his eyes.
Sam drew in a breath, trying to decide how best to answer such a broad question. “It depends on what you’re dealing with really,” he began with a shrug, but Jack raised his hand to stop him.
“This is all very fascinating,” O’Neill’s sincerity was less than convincing. “But I need to know how you hacked the system, and how far the information got.”
Sam was a little surprised that hadn’t been Jack’s first question, though an hour back he wouldn’t have been willing to say one way or the other. Sam could only imagine the panic the SGC was in over such a security breach. However he wasn’t in a hurry to hand over Ash’s name, not until he knew what lengths the SGC would go to keep their secret.
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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I really enjoyed writing this chapter despite the difficulties that come with a crossover. I find crossovers are hardest to write when the characters from the two shows are finally interacting with each other and not just the people that are from their show. It can feel like too much information dumping on both sides. I’d originally thought that I’d be at an advantage with the Winchesters knowing about the SGC. It wasn’t as much of an advantage as I thought.
I hope you enjoy this chapter!
One | Two | Three | Four
Title: The Same Coin
Shows: Supernatural/Stargate SG-1
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Adventure/Hurt/Comfort
Spoilers: None for either show
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from either Supernatural or Stargate SG-1
Summary: Crossover with Stargate SG-1. Sam and Dean are on the hunt for a demon, what happens when the rash of unexplained deaths attracts the attention of the SGC? -Set during Season 2 of Supernatural-
Dean’s mind snapped back to consciousness in a heartbeat. Residual pain from the agony that had pulled him into the blackness sent tremors racing down his spine. His heart remembered the panic he’d felt and began racing like he’d run a marathon. Dean felt entirely disoriented and allowed his instincts to take control, trusting them to protect him. He tried to move, but found his body tightly restrained.
Hazel eyes shot wide open, seeing nothing but a low hanging curved ceiling above him. Dean tried to look down his body, but couldn’t even raise his head from the board he was strapped too. His body bucked violently against the restraints adrenalin drowning his system, as only one thought raced through his mind -Sammy!-
His ears were filled with the roar of the machine as it came to life around him. A part of Dean’s mind recognized that he was somehow in an MRI, but his main focus was on his need to get free and find Sammy. He could still clearly hear and see Sam scream in pain as he’d collapsed, Dean used that image to drive himself. Focusing his efforts on his right side Dean tore his arm free of the restraints ignoring the pain, and immediately began on his other arm.
The MRI beep a sharp warning and a second later Dean found himself being pulled from the tunnel. He squinted through the bright lights barely recognizing the military uniforms of the men wrestling to pin him back to the table. In the very back of his mind Dean knew he was fighting a loosing battle, but he wasn’t about to stop.
The fight was over the minute his brain registered a needle prick in his arm. Almost immediately all strength left Dean’s body, as he fell back into the black pit.
---SPN/SG-1---
“Alright let’s get him back in there,” Jack ordered as the two armed guards held Dean Winchester back against the table. Dr. Fraiser was looking rather stunned where she stood near the head of the MRI, right hand still holding the syringe she’d injected the man with.
Jack stepped around the table and placed a guiding hand on Janet’s arm, “Doctor,” he said drawing her attention to him.
“Right,” Dr. Fraiser said with a slight shake of her head following him to the computer terminal. “If the strength he displayed is any indication this is little more than a formality,” she said starting the machine again once the guards were back in position.
“Could just be adrenalin,” Jack commented folding his arms across his chest.
They’d already examined Samuel Winchester and to their surprise found him to be clean of any alien life forms. Jack had been more interested in Dean however since they had clear footage that told them he was a Gou’ald or at one time been possessed. Leaning back against the wall, Jack watched over Janet’s shoulder as a high resolution image slowly formed on the screen in front of them.
“I don’t believe it,” the Colonel stated flatly.
Dr. Fraiser shook her head, “I’m sorry Colonel, there’s absolutely no sign of a Gou’ald inside this man.”
“Any indication that there was once?” he asked.
The doctor shut down the MRI before turning to Jack, “Not that I’m seeing here, I’ll examine them both further, but I think they’re clear of alien life forms.”
“I want to be sure Doc,” Jack said firmly, looking through the window to where his men were pulling Winchester from the machine.
“I’ll run every test I can,” she assured.
“Call me as soon as you know something,” he said making his way over to the door.
“Yes Sir,” he heard Janet say to his retreating back.
Colonel O’Neill strode out of the infirmary, and made his way towards General Hammond’s office. He took the steps two at a time, striding into the empty briefing room, and took a minute to study one of the computer monitors. It displayed an image of the holding cell Samuel had been locked away in, just off from the main infirmary. Jack could see the boy lying on the bottom bunk, and didn’t appear to have regained consciousness yet, unlike his brother.
Coming to a stop outside the General’s office, Jack rapped lightly with his knuckle against the opened door, “Sir?”
“Come in Colonel,” Hammond bade with a wave of his hand.
Jack stepped into the office, “MRI shows no signs of Gou’ald inside either of the Winchesters Sir.” He continued quickly seeing the General’s confused look, “Dr. Fraiser is running more tests to confirm that they are human.”
“Do we have any explanation for the surveillance footage?” the General asked, coming to his feet.
“Not at the moment,” Jack replied following Hammond from the office back out into the briefing room. “My best guess is he was possessed at the time, but that hasn’t been confirmed.”
Hammond folded his arms across his broad chest and looked at the computer screen, “Are we sure of anything Colonel?” he demanded looking from Jack back to the monitor.
He hated to admit that they really weren’t, “No Sir, not at the moment.”
“You caught them over a dead body,” General Hammond barked turning to face Jack.
“In their defense General, the Winchesters had shotguns,” he wasn’t sure what to think of those boys, but O’Neill knew the security guard’s injuries couldn’t have been caused by a gun. He could still clearly see the man’s torn and bloodied body.
“Tor Eckhart wasn’t killed by shotguns,” Jack stated flatly, with the death toll standing at ten, they were still at a loss to find a connection between all the victims.
The General’s attention had returned to the computer screen, “Get me some answers Colonel.”
Jack caught site of the movement on the computer and nodded. “He ought to have what we need,” Samuel had gotten up from the bed, and was glancing around his surroundings before finally looking up towards the camera.
“Keep me informed,” it didn’t need to be said.
“Will do,” Jack replied with a nod. Going back the way he’d come O’Neill came to a stop outside the holding cell. The guards standing on either side of the door snapped to attention at his approach.
“At ease,” he waved the men back, “Anything from inside?”
“No Sir, it’s been all quiet.”
Jack reached for the knob and pushed the door open. The room on the other side was small, one set of bunk beds pressed against the wall to his right, while a table and two chairs were to his left. Jack found the kid slouch on the bottom bunk of the bed, watching the door intently. His gaze was sharp, posture on edge as Jack made his way into the room, closing the door behind him. He took a seat in one of the chairs taking a moment to regard the boy.
“So what’s the charge?” Sam asked brown eyes boring into Jack’s head.
The Colonel blinked sitting a little straighter, “You have outstanding warrants in two different states, and the FBI hot on your trail, and you don’t know?” his tone was incredulous.
“A little out of your jurisdiction don’t you think?” Sam returned leaning forward on the bed, so elbows rested on knees.
They weren’t positive what these kids knew about the SGC, but Jack considered Winchester’s outward display of calm as a sign he knew at least something. Experience told Jack that the usual first question was ‘Who are you?’ or ‘Where am I’ the fact that Samuel overlooked either of these, only confirmed Jack’s suspicions.
“You broke into a secured location,” Jack said in answer to the question, “And you were standing over a corpse.”
The boy sighed shaking his head, “We didn’t kill him.”
“Pretty sure that’s what everyone says,” he tossed back flippantly.
Sam rolled his easy, “Where’s Dean?” he demanded changing the subject.
“You’re brother?” Jack asked leaning his left arm on the surface of the grey table.
The boy nodded curtly, his expression hard to read.
“He’s in the infirmary with Dr. Fraiser,” the Colonel explained watching Samuel closely. The kid was good; he kept his expression blank, but Jack caught the tension in Winchester’s jaw.
“What did you do to him?”
O’Neill couldn’t stop the smile from pulling at his lips. He was impressed, not that he’d ever admit it. Samuel was locked up, in a high security government facility; he had no weapons, and no ground to make any demands. But despite all that the kid somehow managed to drum up a very threatening tone.
“He’s fine,” Jack said with a shrug.
“I want to see him,” the boy’s voice was firm, his eyes locking with Jack’s.
The Colonel nodded his head, “Maybe later, right now I’d like to know what you two were doing at that dig site.”
Winchester regarded Jack with a raised eyebrow but made no move towards answering the question.
“C’mon, I’d prefer if you’d cooperate.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed, “Which is why you shot first? Ask questions later?”
Jack folded his arms across his chest; “As I recall you were the one who was pointing a gun at us.”
“Right…” he drew the word out folding his hands together; despite the situation Samuel was maintaining a level of calm that Jack found impressive.
“So, what were you doing last night?”
The kid stared at him, brown eyes thoughtful and he felt sure Samuel was weighing his options, not that he had all that many. “We were looking for a killer,” Winchester said finally.
“Why?”
Winchester looked away with a sigh pulling a hand through his hair, “Because the police can’t handle it.”
“What makes you think that?” the Colonel pressed curious to see what Sam’s answer would be.
“We both know no human did this,” he said pointedly, his eyes returning to Jack’s.
O’Neill raised an eyebrow at that declaration, and he wondered if Samuel would actually admit to the information Jack was now sure he had. “What else could?” he prompted.
Sam looked at him expression somewhat smug, “I know the SGC thinks its alien.”
“Well now that’s something,” the Colonel drawled not letting anything show. That comment alone was further confirmation that the Winchesters had at least received the stolen information, if not been the ones to actually hack the system.
“I also have a feeling you’ve mistaken us for aliens.”
The kid was sharp, Jack had to give him that, “How much do you think you know?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Samuel smirked, “Those guns you used, you call them Zats.”
Jack opened his mouth to respond, when the door opened and Dr. Fraiser stepped into the room. “Colonel O’Neill, I’m sorry am I interrupting?”
He got to his feet shaking his head, “You ready for him doc?” he asked eying Winchester carefully. Jack wasn’t about to underestimate the kid, the fact that he’d escaped a sealed bank crawling with SWAT told O’Neill there was nothing Samuel wouldn’t try.
She regarded their prisoner with a small smile, “Yes Colonel.”
“Alright, let’s go,” he said reaching down for Winchester’s arm. The boy pulled away sharply but did get up from the bed. Jack found he had to remind himself that the kid was only twenty-three. Sam towered over almost everyone in the room even had a few inches on Jack himself. It helped that Sam carried himself with confidence, even in this impossible situation.
---SPN/SG-1---
Sam felt the tension build as he remained standing near the back of the room. He wasn’t in the least bit interested in being experimented on by this doctor; even if she was doing everything she could to appear non-threatening. All he really wanted right now was to find Dean and make sure he was alright.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Dr. Fraiser said, her tone encouraging.
“Is Dean alright?” he asked specifically directing his question at the doctor rather than Jack.
She nodded once, “He’s fine,” she assured stepping aside and motioned for him to come with her.
Sam knew he could only stall so long before they’d try to drag him from the room, or worse yet, hit him with one of those zat guns again. Sam wished he’d had more time to read over all the information and mission reports Ash had gathered for them. He knew he was at some advantage for just knowing about Stargate Command, but it would have helped a lot more if he’d been versed in more of the smaller details.
“Please,” the doctor tried one last attempt.
He sighed but stepped away from the beds, following Dr. Fraiser from the room. Sam was flanked immediately by Jack and the soldiers who’d been guarding his cell. He wondered if all prisoners were treated so well, had this been a police station Sam knew he’d have woken up in chains.
The infirmary wasn’t far from where they’d been keeping him and Sam’s brown eyes immediately fell on Dean, who was lying unconscious in a hospital bed. “Dean!” he called sharply moving without thought to his brother’s side.
The guards in the room raised their weapons in warning; Sam didn’t miss the sound of safeties being switched off. His eyes darted around the room, before returning to his brother when nothing else was done.
“Dean,” he said again shaking the older hunter’s shoulder. From what he could see of his brother, Dean didn’t appear to be injured, though his right wrist was bandaged. He’d also been stripped of his clothes and redressed in a green hospital gown.
“He’s alright,” Dr. Fraiser said coming up beside him, seeming not to care about the guns pointed at Sam. “I was forced to sedate him for the tests; he should wake in a couple hours.”
Sam looked down at her sharply, “We’re not aliens,” it was a statement he’d never thought he’d have to make.
“We had reason to believe you were,” Jack said coming to stand on the opposite side of Dean.
“Were,” Sam leapt on the wording, “So you know now we’re not.”
“I have my doubts,” the Colonel said, nodding towards Dr. Fraiser. “Let the good doctor run her tests.”
The fact that he and Dean had discussed the possibility that the SGC might mistake them for aliens did nothing really to prepare Sam for it actually happening.
“Why don’t you take a seat here,” the doctor suggested pointing to the bed behind Sam. “I’m going to take a blood sample for testing,” she explained reaching up with her right hand to draw Sam’s button down shirt off his shoulder.
The young hunter split his attention between what Dr. Fraiser was doing and watching the steady rise and fall of Dean’s chest. He took the brief silence as an opportunity to try and remember what he’d read of the aliens the SGC had encountered. In an attempt to piece together what could have caused suspicion. The Gou’ald was the name that had come up the most, but that didn’t tell Sam much.
Finally he just decided to ask, “What made you think alien?”
“Well the fact that you’re brother faked his own death, for starters,” Jack replied lightly, his tone and behavior continuing to puzzle Sam. The Colonel reminded Sam of his father in several ways, but his attitude was far more laid back, even going so far as to be outright sarcastic.
Sam thought back to the incident in St. Louis, quickly feeling the pieced fall into place and he couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping him. “You thought he was a Gou’ald?” he asked, and he supposed it made sense. The eye flash of a Shapeshifter caught on camera could have been similar to what he’d read of the Gou’ald, though having never seen it he couldn’t say for sure.
“Care to explain what we saw on that surveillance video of your brother?” the Colonel asked calmly.
He was tempted to say ‘You wouldn’t believe me’ it was the automatic response in a situation like this. But Sam knew that this time that wasn’t true. With Jack’s background he was probably the most likely to believe outside of another hunter. “It was a Shapeshifter.”
But O’Neill was determined to surprise him, “A Shapeshifter?” his tone was skeptical, as he glanced around the room.
Sam just stared at the Colonel, “You find that harder to believe than a parasitic alien?”
“The Gou’ald I’ve actually seen,” was O’Neill’s flip response.
The hunter shook his head in disbelief, “I’m surprised you can be a skeptic and work here.”
“Jack was a skeptic long before he came to the SGC.”
Sam turned towards the door, and found Daniel Jackson standing across the threshold.
“Should I be surprised that you’d accept Shapeshifters as a legitimate explanation?” the Colonel asked with a raised eyebrow.
“No,” Daniel said simply adjusting his glasses, “Just about every mythology has some form of Shapeshifter lore. Just because we haven’t seen one…”
“Right, fine,” Jack said cutting him off, and returned his attention to Sam. “So what exactly is it you do?” he asked curiously, “Besides posing as police and digging up graves?”
Sam glanced around the somewhat crowded room, debating his answer. ‘We do what we do and we shut up about it’ Dean’s words echoed in his head. They’d broken the rule before when it was necessary, and Sam didn’t see them walking out of here any other way.
“We’re hunters,” he said simply.
“Hunters,” Jack repeated with a nod of his head, “Of what?”
Sam smiled a little, “The supernatural,” he realized there really was no good way to say it.
The Colonel nodded his head very slowly, “Right, like ghosts?”
“Ghosts, spirits, demonic creatures, vampires, werewolves,” he listed them off with a shrug, watching Jack’s expression change with each added creature. “And before you say none of that is real, I was a firm believer that aliens were a hoax until I read your reports.”
“Huh…” Daniel said thoughtfully, “Kind of like two sides of the same coin.”
“Excuse me?” O’Neill said giving the archeologist a strange look.
“Think about it Jack, neither aliens nor the supernatural, are widely accepted as fact by the general population.” He smiled appearing excited by the entire concept, “Even between our two sides, one didn’t really believe the other was real.”
“Right…” Jack drew the word out sounding less than convinced, “So you believe something ‘Supernatural’ is killing people.” He didn’t need to raise his fingers in quotes for Sam to know just how skeptical Jack was.
“All signs point to something demonic,” Sam confirmed.
“What are the usual signs?” Daniel asked, sounding genuinely curious.
“Anything from cattle death, to lightning storms,” he explained directing his attention towards the archeologist. “The fact that sulfur was found on both the victims and the locations where they were killed is also a clear indicator.”
“How exactly do you fight something like a demon?” Daniel inquired ignoring the way O’Neill rolled his eyes.
Sam drew in a breath, trying to decide how best to answer such a broad question. “It depends on what you’re dealing with really,” he began with a shrug, but Jack raised his hand to stop him.
“This is all very fascinating,” O’Neill’s sincerity was less than convincing. “But I need to know how you hacked the system, and how far the information got.”
Sam was a little surprised that hadn’t been Jack’s first question, though an hour back he wouldn’t have been willing to say one way or the other. Sam could only imagine the panic the SGC was in over such a security breach. However he wasn’t in a hurry to hand over Ash’s name, not until he knew what lengths the SGC would go to keep their secret.
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