Heaven and Hell (21/?)
Heaven and Hell (21/?)
Fandom(s): Merlin, Supernatural, The Secret Circle
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur, Dean/Cas
Words: 1,006
Summary: Merlin, Arthur, and the rest of the gang are constantly being reincarnated. The story plays out the same every time, until Morgana seeks out Faye and Merlin crosses paths with the Winchesters. Then the game changes.
And spread, like weeds, their poisons wide,
Fresh healing plants came blooming bright,
And stood, to check them, side by side
If Arthur was good with a gun, then he was beyond fantastic with a knife-of any kind, as was found out. Several times, Sam caught sight of a twinkle in Merlin’s eye when he and his brother were particularly amazed at something Arthur did. Like he’d known just how great Arthur would be. Cas showed little to no reaction, mostly just observing.
“Seirously,” Dean said, throat at the mercy of the machete in Arthur’s capable hands, “you have to have learned this from somewhere.”
“I told you.” Arthur dropped the blade by his side. “It’s like instinct.”
Glancing over at Merlin, Sam saw that twinkle again.
“It’s because he used to fight with a sword, isn’t it!” Sam exclaimed.
“Oh, but that was ages ago,” Merlin said playfully.
“That’s like cheating!” Dean accused.
“It’s good that he remembers,” Cas said from a few feet away where he was seated on the bottom step of the back porch, feet bare in the grass. At Dean’s insistence, he’d left his suit jacket and trench coat inside along with his shoes. Dean was concerned about him never feeling the grass beneath his feet or something like that.
“Yeah, I love feeling like an idiot,” Dean said.
“Dean-“
Dean cut his brother off. “He makes us look like five-year-olds fighting with sticks!”
“Dean, he’s practically medieval.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
Merlin moved to take a seat by Cas and Arthur plopped down onto the ground. Apparently, it was break time. Sam was okay with that; there was something he’d been wondering.
“Merlin, did you ever meet any hunter? Like…medieval hunters?”
“One or two,” Merlin answered. “There was one time…” He paused for a moment, smile on his face. “A hunter came to Camelot after Elyan-one of the knights-awoke a ghost. I convinced him he should leave, that some of the things he did might be considered too close to magic for Uther, but, of course, he didn’t leave immediately. He ran into Gwaine at the tavern and they had a bit too much mead and the two got to talking.” Merlin laughed at the memory. “The next day, Elyan brought up ghosts and Gwaine told him to put a circle of salt under his bed and that that would keep spirits away. I’m fairly certain the drinks jumbled his memories.”
“What were they like back then?” Sam asked. “The hunters.”
“Same as now, I’d say. Killer instincts, taste for alcohol, and just the right amount of crazy for the job. Of course…things were a little less extreme back then. Monsters, ghosts, a rare dem-Faye?”
Sam and Dean whirled around to face the witch standing behind them. Arthur was on his feet in one swift motion.
“Wait,” Merlin said, standing up in sync with Cas.
Faye’s image flickered before their eyes.
“What, she’s a ghost?” Dean questioned.
“No,” Merlin said. “She’s not dead.” He waited for her to explain herself.
“It’s a spell-an out of body experience, so to speak. Coming here wouldn’t be safe. For me or any of you. I only have a few minutes, so listen. You know Morgana found Mordred. The boy has a Hellhound-he treats it like a puppy-and she’s huge. Much bigger than the others. And Morgause came to Morgana, without a vessel at first. But Morgause found a body…”
Faye flickered again, this time more contorted. A pained expression crossed her features.
“Someone’s interfering with the spell,” Merlin said in quick explanation before he began spewing out Latin at lightning speed.
“Whose body?” Sam pressed.
Blood dripped from her nose. She opened her mouth but no words came out.
“Whose body?” Sam repeated.
Merlin stopped the Latin. “Keeping her here when she’s being pulled somewhere else could kill her.”
With unexpected forcefulness, she locked eyes with Merlin. Five. Ten. Fifteen seconds passed and then she vanished completely.
“What the hell was that about?” Dean growled.
“She sent me a picture.” Merlin’s brow remained furrowed as he spoke. “She tried words, but she couldn’t get them out. Speaking is more difficult that sending thoughts in some cases.”
“Okay, so what was the picture?” Arthur asked.
“It was a girl. I’ve never seen her before.”
“The vessel,” Sam guessed.
Merlin nodded. “She was young. Blonde hair, blue eyes. And there was something…off about it. Not the image itself, but the feeling she conveyed-“
Cas reached a hand out to Merlin’s forehead and withdrew it quickly. “That’s Claire.”
“Claire?” Dean questioned. “As in Claire Novak? Jimmy’s daughter?”
“Morgause can’t possess her for long,” Cas said anxiously. “I once used her a s a vessel-to have had an angel and then a demon inside you…”
“Do you mean can’t as in can’t,” Dean asked, “or can’t as in Claire’ll die if Morgause stays in her?”
“Claire could die,” Cas said in answer to Dean, but his eyes were already somewhere else. “I have to go-“
“No!” Dean grabbed Cas by the arm, fingers digging into cloth and skin. “We don’t split up. She probably did this just to push your buttons. We go in with a plan and together.”
“It wasn’t Morgana or Morgause or Mordred who pulled Faye back,” Merlin said with a frown. “The resistance wasn’t strong enough.”
“Who cares about that bitch!” Dean snapped.
“She came to warn us,” Merlin said stubbornly. “Again.”
“So what! She’s still working with Morgana.”
Merlin shook his head, obviously flustered that no one was understanding. “Fine. So none of you like Faye. But now there’s a third party involved! Someone else was summoning Faye.”
“That sounds like her problem, not our’s,” Dean said dismissively. “Right now, we need to focus on getting Morgause of out Claire.”
Sam watched Merlin’s expression carefully. Something-not quite resign, though there was no more defiance-settled on his features.
Sam wished he could understand Merlin’s fondness of Faye, but he didn’t get it. But with Claire, it was simple. She was Jimmy’s daughter. Jimmy was Cas’ vessel. They couldn’t let anything happen to her.
< Part 20 | Part 22 >
Fandom(s): Merlin, Supernatural, The Secret Circle
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Merlin/Arthur, Dean/Cas
Words: 1,006
Summary: Merlin, Arthur, and the rest of the gang are constantly being reincarnated. The story plays out the same every time, until Morgana seeks out Faye and Merlin crosses paths with the Winchesters. Then the game changes.
And spread, like weeds, their poisons wide,
Fresh healing plants came blooming bright,
And stood, to check them, side by side
If Arthur was good with a gun, then he was beyond fantastic with a knife-of any kind, as was found out. Several times, Sam caught sight of a twinkle in Merlin’s eye when he and his brother were particularly amazed at something Arthur did. Like he’d known just how great Arthur would be. Cas showed little to no reaction, mostly just observing.
“Seirously,” Dean said, throat at the mercy of the machete in Arthur’s capable hands, “you have to have learned this from somewhere.”
“I told you.” Arthur dropped the blade by his side. “It’s like instinct.”
Glancing over at Merlin, Sam saw that twinkle again.
“It’s because he used to fight with a sword, isn’t it!” Sam exclaimed.
“Oh, but that was ages ago,” Merlin said playfully.
“That’s like cheating!” Dean accused.
“It’s good that he remembers,” Cas said from a few feet away where he was seated on the bottom step of the back porch, feet bare in the grass. At Dean’s insistence, he’d left his suit jacket and trench coat inside along with his shoes. Dean was concerned about him never feeling the grass beneath his feet or something like that.
“Yeah, I love feeling like an idiot,” Dean said.
“Dean-“
Dean cut his brother off. “He makes us look like five-year-olds fighting with sticks!”
“Dean, he’s practically medieval.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
Merlin moved to take a seat by Cas and Arthur plopped down onto the ground. Apparently, it was break time. Sam was okay with that; there was something he’d been wondering.
“Merlin, did you ever meet any hunter? Like…medieval hunters?”
“One or two,” Merlin answered. “There was one time…” He paused for a moment, smile on his face. “A hunter came to Camelot after Elyan-one of the knights-awoke a ghost. I convinced him he should leave, that some of the things he did might be considered too close to magic for Uther, but, of course, he didn’t leave immediately. He ran into Gwaine at the tavern and they had a bit too much mead and the two got to talking.” Merlin laughed at the memory. “The next day, Elyan brought up ghosts and Gwaine told him to put a circle of salt under his bed and that that would keep spirits away. I’m fairly certain the drinks jumbled his memories.”
“What were they like back then?” Sam asked. “The hunters.”
“Same as now, I’d say. Killer instincts, taste for alcohol, and just the right amount of crazy for the job. Of course…things were a little less extreme back then. Monsters, ghosts, a rare dem-Faye?”
Sam and Dean whirled around to face the witch standing behind them. Arthur was on his feet in one swift motion.
“Wait,” Merlin said, standing up in sync with Cas.
Faye’s image flickered before their eyes.
“What, she’s a ghost?” Dean questioned.
“No,” Merlin said. “She’s not dead.” He waited for her to explain herself.
“It’s a spell-an out of body experience, so to speak. Coming here wouldn’t be safe. For me or any of you. I only have a few minutes, so listen. You know Morgana found Mordred. The boy has a Hellhound-he treats it like a puppy-and she’s huge. Much bigger than the others. And Morgause came to Morgana, without a vessel at first. But Morgause found a body…”
Faye flickered again, this time more contorted. A pained expression crossed her features.
“Someone’s interfering with the spell,” Merlin said in quick explanation before he began spewing out Latin at lightning speed.
“Whose body?” Sam pressed.
Blood dripped from her nose. She opened her mouth but no words came out.
“Whose body?” Sam repeated.
Merlin stopped the Latin. “Keeping her here when she’s being pulled somewhere else could kill her.”
With unexpected forcefulness, she locked eyes with Merlin. Five. Ten. Fifteen seconds passed and then she vanished completely.
“What the hell was that about?” Dean growled.
“She sent me a picture.” Merlin’s brow remained furrowed as he spoke. “She tried words, but she couldn’t get them out. Speaking is more difficult that sending thoughts in some cases.”
“Okay, so what was the picture?” Arthur asked.
“It was a girl. I’ve never seen her before.”
“The vessel,” Sam guessed.
Merlin nodded. “She was young. Blonde hair, blue eyes. And there was something…off about it. Not the image itself, but the feeling she conveyed-“
Cas reached a hand out to Merlin’s forehead and withdrew it quickly. “That’s Claire.”
“Claire?” Dean questioned. “As in Claire Novak? Jimmy’s daughter?”
“Morgause can’t possess her for long,” Cas said anxiously. “I once used her a s a vessel-to have had an angel and then a demon inside you…”
“Do you mean can’t as in can’t,” Dean asked, “or can’t as in Claire’ll die if Morgause stays in her?”
“Claire could die,” Cas said in answer to Dean, but his eyes were already somewhere else. “I have to go-“
“No!” Dean grabbed Cas by the arm, fingers digging into cloth and skin. “We don’t split up. She probably did this just to push your buttons. We go in with a plan and together.”
“It wasn’t Morgana or Morgause or Mordred who pulled Faye back,” Merlin said with a frown. “The resistance wasn’t strong enough.”
“Who cares about that bitch!” Dean snapped.
“She came to warn us,” Merlin said stubbornly. “Again.”
“So what! She’s still working with Morgana.”
Merlin shook his head, obviously flustered that no one was understanding. “Fine. So none of you like Faye. But now there’s a third party involved! Someone else was summoning Faye.”
“That sounds like her problem, not our’s,” Dean said dismissively. “Right now, we need to focus on getting Morgause of out Claire.”
Sam watched Merlin’s expression carefully. Something-not quite resign, though there was no more defiance-settled on his features.
Sam wished he could understand Merlin’s fondness of Faye, but he didn’t get it. But with Claire, it was simple. She was Jimmy’s daughter. Jimmy was Cas’ vessel. They couldn’t let anything happen to her.
< Part 20 | Part 22 >