Lima Nights - Glee/SPN - PG-13
Title: Lima Nights
Author: youaredriving
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Glee/SPN, Kurt, Mercedes, Sam and Dean Winchester - plus various other Glee characters
Warnings: Language, Violence
Summary: Why would a group of Vampires hide out in a place like Lima, Ohio? It didn't matter much to Sam or Dean, they were just here to take care of business.
Author's Notes: This was writen over the span of a day to have something amusing for myself on my birthday. I rather enjoyed writing it.
Dean walked side-by-side with Sam down the main strip of Lima, Ohio. There wasn’t much to see. There were just little shops, restaurants, school and homes but there wasn’t anything exciting enough to cause a fuss over. Well, there was that coffee shop that he swore they put crack in the coffee because it was that damn good.
“I just don’t get it,” Dean spun around in a circle with his arms outstretched in a vague gesture to the town, “Why would vampires live here?”
“Maybe it’s the small town charm,” Sam offered as he noticed the piercing stares of residents passing them by and staring them down.
“Yeah,” Dean snorted in amusement, “You move to a place like this and you’re placed under a microscope of the neighborhood watch. There’s something else going on.”
“You know,” Sam started smarmily with an eye roll, “Maybe they’re recruiting the locals to their side.”
Dean smacked Sam over the back of the head, “Shut it geekboy. This place give me the creeps. Let’s kill some fang toothed freaks and get the hell out of here. I can see the Stepford vibes being transmitted in that skull of yours.”
Both Sam and Dean stopped short when a group of laughing friends stepped in front of them and headed into a place called Breadstix. Dean craned his neck around and stared through the glass to see what was so great about the place that it had them in a tizzy to get inside. He saw a kid standing on a makeshift stage and serenading the patrons. Who oddly seemed to be enjoying the performance. Dean rubbed at his now grumbling stomach and looked up at Sam, “You hungry?”
“For something other than burgers?” Sam feigned heart attack before pulling the door open and allowing Dean in ahead of him, “Where’s a camera when you need one?”
“I’m not that bad,” Dean mumbled under his breath as they settled into a booth and menus were thrust underneath their noses. Dean looked affronted at the attitude they received but shrugged it off, “Looks like we invaded the local hangout.”
“What better way to get a feel of the place?” Sam sent Dean a grim smile over his menu.
The singing they had encountered upon first entering Breadstix continued throughout the night. The only difference from the bratty girl singing at first was now it seemed like they were going through a line up of boys and singing good music. It didn’t matter much what they were actually singing. Dean adopted his usual air, badass without a care to get any kind of information out of the ladies in the restaurant while Sam plastered on his charm and smile for everyone else Dean wasn’t interested in.
“So there hasn’t been anyone new in town that you’ve noticed?” Sam looked across the table at Kurt and Mercedes, who had just graduated from college and were celebrating being able to finally cut ties with Lima, Ohio.
“Well,” Mercedes drawled out and looked over to Kurt for guidance, “Kurt would be the better person to answer your questions, Sam.”
“Why’s that?” Sam scribbled nonsense in his notepad and focused completely on Kurt instead of Mercedes.
“Unlike everyone else, I’m not really celebrating graduating from college. My dad encountered some health issues and I took over the family business.” Kurt shrugged gracefully, “So as the town’s resident mechanic I tend to get to know everyone around here. And to answer your question, yes there are some new people hanging out, mostly at night and they seriously creep me out.”
“Why’s that?” Sam prompted.
“It sounds stupid but they just don’t seem right.” Kurt waved it off. “Anyways, they moved around here a few months ago and they don’t get out much.”
“Did you know where they live or anything that could help me out?”
“Sure,” Kurt nodded to a table all the way in the corner of the restaurant, “That’s them, the three guys and the girl. They never order anything but they’re here every Friday night watching people.”
“Like Kurt says, they give a girl the creeps,” Mercedes interjected.
Sam searched the room for Dean to give him the news. Dean was draped over a blonde and a brunette and enjoying himself immensely, “Please tell me they’re legal?”
Laughter bubbled up over Kurt’s lips as he took in the sight, “Don’t worry, if there’s any trouble to be had it’s the fact he thinks he’s getting lucky with them. He doesn’t know Brit and Santana.”
“They’ll eat him alive,” Mercedes nodded in agreement, “You might want to go rescue that fine piece of…”
“Okay, well thank you for your time,” Sam cut Mercedes off as he stood up to break up the lovefest across the room, “You’ve both been extremely helpful.”
“Sure, not a problem,” Kurt smiled up at Sam with a bit of a twinkle in his eye.
“Go on with your bad self,” Mercedes nudged at Kurt, “That partner of his is hot stuff but what I would do to him.”
Dean was basking in the attention that he was getting he barely recognized Sam approaching the table and clearing his throat, “Yeah?”
Sam stood with his arms folded over his chest, “You know that reason we’re here, no offense to you lovely ladies, it’s here a few booths behind you.”
Dean snapped to attention, shoving both girls off of him to focus, “You’re serious? Of all places they’re hanging with a place full of garlic? Risky business man.”
“We taking care of this now or we waiting?” Sam was on edge and ready to see Lima in the review mirror.
“Better get this over with before they disappear on us again,” Dean slid from the table with a twin groans from his companion. “You got your gear?”
“Need to get the machete from the car,” Sam shrugged.
“Go get the weapons and I’ll have the place cleared out by the time you get back in.”
Dean stood up with a grin, focusing intently on the fire alarm as Sam high tailed it for the Impala. They ignored the nervous chattering from the girls and the excited murmurs when the alarm went off. Dean ushered as many of the patrons out of the restaurant as he could manage to before Sam got back wielding a machete and tossing another to him. Two against four, they had this.
“So I hear we’ve got some nasty vampires in the house tonight,” Dean’s voice was loud enough to carry over the clatter and scramble of people rushing from their meals. “I don’t take kindly to vampires snatching people up and eating them for dinner. Not in small towns like this.”
“You sure you want to do this little boy?” The girl slithered out from the booth and flicked her hair back out of her face, “Because I got to tell you, when you’re a few centuries old hunters don’t seem to scare me anymore.”
“Well,” Dean shared a look with Sam as the men followed her lead, “I don’t know if we can handle this one Sammy.”
“But what about that last nest we took out?” Sam played stupid as they tensed for battled, “There were six of them then and we handled that just fine.”
“You’re right,” Dean nodded before he lunged into attack. He managed to snag one of the male vampires by surprise and their odds were already better. “I don’t think we can handle it.”
Everything happened in a flurry of movement. Sam hacked off one vampires’ head’s leaving them to deal with the female vampire and one last male vampire. Dean was grappling with the girl and Sam was being backed into a corner under a flurry of blows and hisses by the male vampire. Sam heard the tell-tale clatter of metal against floor and he shoved the vampire he was fighting as hard as he could manage to get some space between them. He swung the machete and felt a grim satisfaction pass through him at the sight of the headless body.
“Sam!” Dean yelled out spurring his brother in action. The vampire had her mouth open, fangs at the ready and closing in on the tender skin of Dean’s neck. “Don’t let this bitch eat me!”
Sam had barely moved when he saw a flash of color the vampire turn towards Kurt. He hadn’t wasted anytime as he slashed the machete through the air and buried it in her neck. He stood shocked as he looked at what he done. His eyes flicked back and forth from Dean, Sam and the vampire.
Kurt hastily wiped as his face and looked to Sam, “What did we just do?”
Dean stared up at the rosy cheeked kid as he wiped the blood spatters from his face, “Congratulations, you just slew your first vampire Buffy.”
Kurt dropped the machete from sticky fingers and looked across the room where Sam was standing, “What the fuck just happened?”
“I thought I made that pretty clear,” Dean grumbled as he managed to stand up without slipping on the carnage left behind.
Sam crossed the room and wide strides and placed his hands on Kurt’s shoulders, “You know those disappearances that have been happening in the tri-country area?”
Kurt nodded and he looked at the mess that had been created in the scuffle. Chairs had been over turned and splintered into pieces. Food lay tangled and mashed into the floor. Sam tilted Kurt’s head up so they met eye-to-eye, “Well those people were the cause for all of that. They were vampires.”
“Okay,” Kurt swallowed and shook his head, “This is a bad dream right?”
Dean rolled his eyes and muttered about waiting in the Impala and Sam should torch the place before heading out.
Grabbing an abandoned pen and receipt Sam scribbled out his cellphone number and tucked it into Kurt’s pocket, “If you ever get any weird vibes about anyone who comes into town, like you did with them, give me a call. Sam Winchester.”
“I wouldn’t forget someone that looked like you do,” Kurt blushed at his bout of word vomit before he tucked his hand in the pocket Sam’s had just abandoned.
Sam let out a soft chuckle and urged Kurt towards the exit, “It’s going to hard to forget you Kurt.”
Author: youaredriving
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Glee/SPN, Kurt, Mercedes, Sam and Dean Winchester - plus various other Glee characters
Warnings: Language, Violence
Summary: Why would a group of Vampires hide out in a place like Lima, Ohio? It didn't matter much to Sam or Dean, they were just here to take care of business.
Author's Notes: This was writen over the span of a day to have something amusing for myself on my birthday. I rather enjoyed writing it.
Dean walked side-by-side with Sam down the main strip of Lima, Ohio. There wasn’t much to see. There were just little shops, restaurants, school and homes but there wasn’t anything exciting enough to cause a fuss over. Well, there was that coffee shop that he swore they put crack in the coffee because it was that damn good.
“I just don’t get it,” Dean spun around in a circle with his arms outstretched in a vague gesture to the town, “Why would vampires live here?”
“Maybe it’s the small town charm,” Sam offered as he noticed the piercing stares of residents passing them by and staring them down.
“Yeah,” Dean snorted in amusement, “You move to a place like this and you’re placed under a microscope of the neighborhood watch. There’s something else going on.”
“You know,” Sam started smarmily with an eye roll, “Maybe they’re recruiting the locals to their side.”
Dean smacked Sam over the back of the head, “Shut it geekboy. This place give me the creeps. Let’s kill some fang toothed freaks and get the hell out of here. I can see the Stepford vibes being transmitted in that skull of yours.”
Both Sam and Dean stopped short when a group of laughing friends stepped in front of them and headed into a place called Breadstix. Dean craned his neck around and stared through the glass to see what was so great about the place that it had them in a tizzy to get inside. He saw a kid standing on a makeshift stage and serenading the patrons. Who oddly seemed to be enjoying the performance. Dean rubbed at his now grumbling stomach and looked up at Sam, “You hungry?”
“For something other than burgers?” Sam feigned heart attack before pulling the door open and allowing Dean in ahead of him, “Where’s a camera when you need one?”
“I’m not that bad,” Dean mumbled under his breath as they settled into a booth and menus were thrust underneath their noses. Dean looked affronted at the attitude they received but shrugged it off, “Looks like we invaded the local hangout.”
“What better way to get a feel of the place?” Sam sent Dean a grim smile over his menu.
The singing they had encountered upon first entering Breadstix continued throughout the night. The only difference from the bratty girl singing at first was now it seemed like they were going through a line up of boys and singing good music. It didn’t matter much what they were actually singing. Dean adopted his usual air, badass without a care to get any kind of information out of the ladies in the restaurant while Sam plastered on his charm and smile for everyone else Dean wasn’t interested in.
“So there hasn’t been anyone new in town that you’ve noticed?” Sam looked across the table at Kurt and Mercedes, who had just graduated from college and were celebrating being able to finally cut ties with Lima, Ohio.
“Well,” Mercedes drawled out and looked over to Kurt for guidance, “Kurt would be the better person to answer your questions, Sam.”
“Why’s that?” Sam scribbled nonsense in his notepad and focused completely on Kurt instead of Mercedes.
“Unlike everyone else, I’m not really celebrating graduating from college. My dad encountered some health issues and I took over the family business.” Kurt shrugged gracefully, “So as the town’s resident mechanic I tend to get to know everyone around here. And to answer your question, yes there are some new people hanging out, mostly at night and they seriously creep me out.”
“Why’s that?” Sam prompted.
“It sounds stupid but they just don’t seem right.” Kurt waved it off. “Anyways, they moved around here a few months ago and they don’t get out much.”
“Did you know where they live or anything that could help me out?”
“Sure,” Kurt nodded to a table all the way in the corner of the restaurant, “That’s them, the three guys and the girl. They never order anything but they’re here every Friday night watching people.”
“Like Kurt says, they give a girl the creeps,” Mercedes interjected.
Sam searched the room for Dean to give him the news. Dean was draped over a blonde and a brunette and enjoying himself immensely, “Please tell me they’re legal?”
Laughter bubbled up over Kurt’s lips as he took in the sight, “Don’t worry, if there’s any trouble to be had it’s the fact he thinks he’s getting lucky with them. He doesn’t know Brit and Santana.”
“They’ll eat him alive,” Mercedes nodded in agreement, “You might want to go rescue that fine piece of…”
“Okay, well thank you for your time,” Sam cut Mercedes off as he stood up to break up the lovefest across the room, “You’ve both been extremely helpful.”
“Sure, not a problem,” Kurt smiled up at Sam with a bit of a twinkle in his eye.
“Go on with your bad self,” Mercedes nudged at Kurt, “That partner of his is hot stuff but what I would do to him.”
Dean was basking in the attention that he was getting he barely recognized Sam approaching the table and clearing his throat, “Yeah?”
Sam stood with his arms folded over his chest, “You know that reason we’re here, no offense to you lovely ladies, it’s here a few booths behind you.”
Dean snapped to attention, shoving both girls off of him to focus, “You’re serious? Of all places they’re hanging with a place full of garlic? Risky business man.”
“We taking care of this now or we waiting?” Sam was on edge and ready to see Lima in the review mirror.
“Better get this over with before they disappear on us again,” Dean slid from the table with a twin groans from his companion. “You got your gear?”
“Need to get the machete from the car,” Sam shrugged.
“Go get the weapons and I’ll have the place cleared out by the time you get back in.”
Dean stood up with a grin, focusing intently on the fire alarm as Sam high tailed it for the Impala. They ignored the nervous chattering from the girls and the excited murmurs when the alarm went off. Dean ushered as many of the patrons out of the restaurant as he could manage to before Sam got back wielding a machete and tossing another to him. Two against four, they had this.
“So I hear we’ve got some nasty vampires in the house tonight,” Dean’s voice was loud enough to carry over the clatter and scramble of people rushing from their meals. “I don’t take kindly to vampires snatching people up and eating them for dinner. Not in small towns like this.”
“You sure you want to do this little boy?” The girl slithered out from the booth and flicked her hair back out of her face, “Because I got to tell you, when you’re a few centuries old hunters don’t seem to scare me anymore.”
“Well,” Dean shared a look with Sam as the men followed her lead, “I don’t know if we can handle this one Sammy.”
“But what about that last nest we took out?” Sam played stupid as they tensed for battled, “There were six of them then and we handled that just fine.”
“You’re right,” Dean nodded before he lunged into attack. He managed to snag one of the male vampires by surprise and their odds were already better. “I don’t think we can handle it.”
Everything happened in a flurry of movement. Sam hacked off one vampires’ head’s leaving them to deal with the female vampire and one last male vampire. Dean was grappling with the girl and Sam was being backed into a corner under a flurry of blows and hisses by the male vampire. Sam heard the tell-tale clatter of metal against floor and he shoved the vampire he was fighting as hard as he could manage to get some space between them. He swung the machete and felt a grim satisfaction pass through him at the sight of the headless body.
“Sam!” Dean yelled out spurring his brother in action. The vampire had her mouth open, fangs at the ready and closing in on the tender skin of Dean’s neck. “Don’t let this bitch eat me!”
Sam had barely moved when he saw a flash of color the vampire turn towards Kurt. He hadn’t wasted anytime as he slashed the machete through the air and buried it in her neck. He stood shocked as he looked at what he done. His eyes flicked back and forth from Dean, Sam and the vampire.
Kurt hastily wiped as his face and looked to Sam, “What did we just do?”
Dean stared up at the rosy cheeked kid as he wiped the blood spatters from his face, “Congratulations, you just slew your first vampire Buffy.”
Kurt dropped the machete from sticky fingers and looked across the room where Sam was standing, “What the fuck just happened?”
“I thought I made that pretty clear,” Dean grumbled as he managed to stand up without slipping on the carnage left behind.
Sam crossed the room and wide strides and placed his hands on Kurt’s shoulders, “You know those disappearances that have been happening in the tri-country area?”
Kurt nodded and he looked at the mess that had been created in the scuffle. Chairs had been over turned and splintered into pieces. Food lay tangled and mashed into the floor. Sam tilted Kurt’s head up so they met eye-to-eye, “Well those people were the cause for all of that. They were vampires.”
“Okay,” Kurt swallowed and shook his head, “This is a bad dream right?”
Dean rolled his eyes and muttered about waiting in the Impala and Sam should torch the place before heading out.
Grabbing an abandoned pen and receipt Sam scribbled out his cellphone number and tucked it into Kurt’s pocket, “If you ever get any weird vibes about anyone who comes into town, like you did with them, give me a call. Sam Winchester.”
“I wouldn’t forget someone that looked like you do,” Kurt blushed at his bout of word vomit before he tucked his hand in the pocket Sam’s had just abandoned.
Sam let out a soft chuckle and urged Kurt towards the exit, “It’s going to hard to forget you Kurt.”