Fic: Crossover: Supernatural:Silent Hill: Dean and Cas: Rated R (1/?)
Awhile back I made a fake movie trailer to this insane crossover idea I had, I've been working on the fic and decided to start sharing it :)
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Title: Supernatural: Silent Hill
Author: nicole9514
Rating: R
Chapters: 1/? (9 are written, but probably about 15)
Warnings: gore, blood, disturbing imagery, violence, language
Genre: Crossover/a bit AU
Spoilers: season five Supernatural, Silent Hill film, and Silent Hill 1 and 2 video games.
Characters: Focus on Dean and Castiel friendship or pre-slash depending on your preference, but some Sam and Bobby as well.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Silent Hill, I'm only playing with them.
A/N: I blatantly steal elements/scenarios from the Silent Hill film, and Silent Hill 1 and 2 video games, but I've also created some of my own/expanded upon elements to create an insane trip to Silent Hill tailor made for Dean and Cas, hence the AU part of this fic.
Special Thanks: to my beta skylar_matthews
Summary: Dean and Cas get trapped in Silent Hill. Sam and Bobby are on the outside trying to find them - will they find a way out...
Word Count:1527 (total 20,817 so far)
Prologue
Shadows danced across the dirty walls, illuminating the cracks and peeling paint. The light in the room emanated from a blood red candle that sat in the center of a circular table. Five figures sat around it, dressed in black, speaking in harsh whispers. Their voices brimmed with barely controlled anxiety.
“What if this doesn‘t work?” one of the men asked, his lips twitching, his eyes glinting with panic.
“What if he doesn’t come?” another man wondered, his voice scratchy and rough.
A short, wisp thin girl, who looked no more than fifteen stood.
They all fell silent.
“You still doubt me - do I need to give you another demonstration of my power?” Her high-pitched voice echoed throughout the room.
They all bowed their heads and murmured apologies.
The girl cracked her neck then walked around the table, her thin fingers grazing each of their backs as she spoke. “I have been watching them for awhile. This will work. We will get what we need to complete the ritual.”
She stopped, standing in full view of all of them.
“I would not steer you wrong,” she twirled a strand of long black hair in between her fingers while her tone took on a sing- song pitch. “After all, I have every reason to want this to succeed.”
They all nodded.
“It will be done,” they said in unison, then bowed their heads once more and stood up.
They filed out the door one by one.
The girls lips twisted into a cruel smile as she watched them go.
Soon she would no longer need them, but for now she had to play the role she had so carefully crafted. Allowing them to believe that they too would benefit from the ceremony.
She leaned forward and blew out the candle.
Chapter 1
Dean Winchester read the letter again. He kept waiting for it to change, disappear, or burst into flames.
He was sitting on the edge of a bed in another seedy motel room he and Sam had stopped at. They’d just finished investigating a haunting that had turned out to be nothing more than the drug induced delusion of a group of fraternity boys. In other words: A complete waste of time.
Sam had left to bring back some Chinese take-out and beer. Dean had wanted to crash. It had been a long day. He’d disrobed, taken a quick shower, then had started to lie down and watch some TV.
That’s when he’d noticed the white envelope that someone had shoved under the door.
His stomach clenched and twisted as his eyes ran over each and every word for the sixth time. He couldn’t seem to stop reading it. He knew it had to be bullshit. Someone’s idea of a sick joke, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away.
In my restless dreams,
I see that town.
Silent Hill.
I promised Mary I’d take
you boys there someday.
But I never did.
I was always too busy and
there was always some other
monster to kill.
I thought I’d missed my chance,
but someone gave me another one.
I'm alone there now...
In our 'special place'...
Waiting for you boys.
-Dad-
The words refused to change.
Dean slammed the cryptic letter down on the bed and went for his duffle bag. He pulled out their fathers journal. His heart slammed against his rib cage as he grabbed the note and knelt down on the floor; Dean aligned the letter side by side with a page filled with their dad’s writing.
He bawled his hands into fists to keep them from shaking.
He’d known what he was going to see. Dean had read that journal, studied its pages, and searched for hidden meanings for years. He still couldn’t believe it.
The handwriting was a perfect match. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble duplicating it. It had to be a fake. John Winchester was dead. Had been for years.
Like that means anything. Sam died. You died. Cas died. You all came back.
Dean bit back that line of thinking. He would not start to hope, he would not start believing in miracles just because he wanted this to be true. And what the hell was up with all this crap about some place called Silent Hill? He’d never even heard of the place.
Dean grabbed the letter, folded it, and placed it inside his dad’s journal. He’d just finished closing it when a clicking sound drew his attention to the door.
It opened and Sam walked inside, his face only partially visible behind two large bags.
“Dinner is served,” Sam said with a smile in his voice. The smell of fried rice and various seasonings wafted over, assaulting Dean’s senses. Normally, that smell would have had his mouth watering - now he just felt sick.
Dean swallowed back the bile that had crept up his throat. He watched as Sam set the bags down on the table near the door. Some genius had set it right in front of the window that overlooked the parking lot. It gave you the perfect view of the dumpster about twenty feet away. Sam dropped the Impala’s keys; they clattered against the wooden table top, the sound made Dean jump.
“Dean, are you okay?” Sam had one eyebrow raised, his voice laced with concern.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Dean forced levity into his tone.
“I don’t know - maybe because you haven’t tackled me out of the way to get to your dinner?” Sam’s eyes narrowed. “And because you look like someone walked over your grave.” Sam stepped towards him. “What’s going on?”
Dean almost lied. He almost went with that gut reflex to shield Sam from this…insanity.
But he couldn’t.
They had just started to get back on track since the whole Ruby fiasco, and they were dealing with the constant threat of the apocalypse looming over their heads. The last thing he and his brother needed were more secrets between them.
Dean opened their dad’s journal and handed the letter to Sam.
Sam’s eyes were worried and curious at the same time.
“You might want to sit down before you read that.” Dean rubbed at his jaw.
Sam was already absorbed - his face getting paler by the moment. He walked slowly, almost mechanically over to the bed and sat down. His eyes never left that piece of paper.
Dean stayed silent while he walked over and grabbed a beer off the table. He sipped at it, trying to calm his nerves.
Sam finally took a shuddering breath, closed his eyes, and lifted his head. “Where did you get this?” he rasped.
“Someone must have slipped it under the door while I was showering,” Dean replied, then took another swig from the bottle. He walked to the wall, leaned against it, and watched his brother try to process what he’d read.
“This can’t be real,” Sam whispered. He opened his eyes and stared at Dean, his gaze wounded. “Do you think there’s any chance this is-”
“No,” Dean barked, more harshly than he’d intended. “I think someone’s fucking around with us.”
Sam flinched, but didn’t look away. “Who would do that? And why?”
Dean shrugged and pulled away from the wall; he started pacing. “We’ve pissed a lot of people off over the years, hell maybe this is our good buddy Lucifer screwing with our heads. Trying to knock us off balance.”
Sam grimaced. “It looks like Dad’s handwriting,” he said.
Dean groaned inwardly. “I compared it to the journal…it does look the same,” he admitted reluctantly.
Sam’s eyes widened; Dean saw that hope start to spark.
“That doesn’t mean anything,” Dean said, pausing in his attempt to wear out the carpeting.
“No, but Dean, if there’s any chance, this is Dad we’re talking about. We have to at least check into this,” Sam said, his tone dripping with sincerity.
Son of a Bitch. Sam was right; this stank of a trap, but it was their dad. John Winchester might have made a lot of mistakes over the years, but if situations were reversed, he’d have come looking for them no matter how much it reeked of trouble. “How did I know you were going to say that, Sammy?”
Sam was only half listening, his fingers running over the thin, worn out paper.
Dean sat down next to his brother. “You ever hear dad mention this Silent Hill place?“
Sam shook his head, “Never.“
Dean nodded. “We need to be careful about this. I say we call Bobby; he seems to know everything. Maybe he’ll turn out to be an expert on handwriting analysis, or maybe he’ll know of something that might explain this newest turn of events in the world’s never ending ploy to screw with us.” Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.
He hesitated before pressing the call button. “I want to bring Cas in on this as well.”
Sam looked at him, his eyes thoughtful. “I think that‘s a good idea.”
Dean called Bobby, their fellow hunters gruff voice answered on the first ring. “Hey Bobby,” Dean’s mouth went dry. “I’ve got something I need to run by you.”
I promise Cas will be very present from this point on :)
Next Chapter
Feel free to friend this journal for the insanity :)
Comments are love. If you liked what you read, it's always nice to hear about it :)
If you haven't seen it yet and would like to before reading this Click here
Title: Supernatural: Silent Hill
Author: nicole9514
Rating: R
Chapters: 1/? (9 are written, but probably about 15)
Warnings: gore, blood, disturbing imagery, violence, language
Genre: Crossover/a bit AU
Spoilers: season five Supernatural, Silent Hill film, and Silent Hill 1 and 2 video games.
Characters: Focus on Dean and Castiel friendship or pre-slash depending on your preference, but some Sam and Bobby as well.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Silent Hill, I'm only playing with them.
A/N: I blatantly steal elements/scenarios from the Silent Hill film, and Silent Hill 1 and 2 video games, but I've also created some of my own/expanded upon elements to create an insane trip to Silent Hill tailor made for Dean and Cas, hence the AU part of this fic.
Special Thanks: to my beta skylar_matthews
Summary: Dean and Cas get trapped in Silent Hill. Sam and Bobby are on the outside trying to find them - will they find a way out...
Word Count:1527 (total 20,817 so far)
Prologue
Shadows danced across the dirty walls, illuminating the cracks and peeling paint. The light in the room emanated from a blood red candle that sat in the center of a circular table. Five figures sat around it, dressed in black, speaking in harsh whispers. Their voices brimmed with barely controlled anxiety.
“What if this doesn‘t work?” one of the men asked, his lips twitching, his eyes glinting with panic.
“What if he doesn’t come?” another man wondered, his voice scratchy and rough.
A short, wisp thin girl, who looked no more than fifteen stood.
They all fell silent.
“You still doubt me - do I need to give you another demonstration of my power?” Her high-pitched voice echoed throughout the room.
They all bowed their heads and murmured apologies.
The girl cracked her neck then walked around the table, her thin fingers grazing each of their backs as she spoke. “I have been watching them for awhile. This will work. We will get what we need to complete the ritual.”
She stopped, standing in full view of all of them.
“I would not steer you wrong,” she twirled a strand of long black hair in between her fingers while her tone took on a sing- song pitch. “After all, I have every reason to want this to succeed.”
They all nodded.
“It will be done,” they said in unison, then bowed their heads once more and stood up.
They filed out the door one by one.
The girls lips twisted into a cruel smile as she watched them go.
Soon she would no longer need them, but for now she had to play the role she had so carefully crafted. Allowing them to believe that they too would benefit from the ceremony.
She leaned forward and blew out the candle.
Chapter 1
Dean Winchester read the letter again. He kept waiting for it to change, disappear, or burst into flames.
He was sitting on the edge of a bed in another seedy motel room he and Sam had stopped at. They’d just finished investigating a haunting that had turned out to be nothing more than the drug induced delusion of a group of fraternity boys. In other words: A complete waste of time.
Sam had left to bring back some Chinese take-out and beer. Dean had wanted to crash. It had been a long day. He’d disrobed, taken a quick shower, then had started to lie down and watch some TV.
That’s when he’d noticed the white envelope that someone had shoved under the door.
His stomach clenched and twisted as his eyes ran over each and every word for the sixth time. He couldn’t seem to stop reading it. He knew it had to be bullshit. Someone’s idea of a sick joke, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away.
In my restless dreams,
I see that town.
Silent Hill.
I promised Mary I’d take
you boys there someday.
But I never did.
I was always too busy and
there was always some other
monster to kill.
I thought I’d missed my chance,
but someone gave me another one.
I'm alone there now...
In our 'special place'...
Waiting for you boys.
-Dad-
The words refused to change.
Dean slammed the cryptic letter down on the bed and went for his duffle bag. He pulled out their fathers journal. His heart slammed against his rib cage as he grabbed the note and knelt down on the floor; Dean aligned the letter side by side with a page filled with their dad’s writing.
He bawled his hands into fists to keep them from shaking.
He’d known what he was going to see. Dean had read that journal, studied its pages, and searched for hidden meanings for years. He still couldn’t believe it.
The handwriting was a perfect match. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble duplicating it. It had to be a fake. John Winchester was dead. Had been for years.
Like that means anything. Sam died. You died. Cas died. You all came back.
Dean bit back that line of thinking. He would not start to hope, he would not start believing in miracles just because he wanted this to be true. And what the hell was up with all this crap about some place called Silent Hill? He’d never even heard of the place.
Dean grabbed the letter, folded it, and placed it inside his dad’s journal. He’d just finished closing it when a clicking sound drew his attention to the door.
It opened and Sam walked inside, his face only partially visible behind two large bags.
“Dinner is served,” Sam said with a smile in his voice. The smell of fried rice and various seasonings wafted over, assaulting Dean’s senses. Normally, that smell would have had his mouth watering - now he just felt sick.
Dean swallowed back the bile that had crept up his throat. He watched as Sam set the bags down on the table near the door. Some genius had set it right in front of the window that overlooked the parking lot. It gave you the perfect view of the dumpster about twenty feet away. Sam dropped the Impala’s keys; they clattered against the wooden table top, the sound made Dean jump.
“Dean, are you okay?” Sam had one eyebrow raised, his voice laced with concern.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Dean forced levity into his tone.
“I don’t know - maybe because you haven’t tackled me out of the way to get to your dinner?” Sam’s eyes narrowed. “And because you look like someone walked over your grave.” Sam stepped towards him. “What’s going on?”
Dean almost lied. He almost went with that gut reflex to shield Sam from this…insanity.
But he couldn’t.
They had just started to get back on track since the whole Ruby fiasco, and they were dealing with the constant threat of the apocalypse looming over their heads. The last thing he and his brother needed were more secrets between them.
Dean opened their dad’s journal and handed the letter to Sam.
Sam’s eyes were worried and curious at the same time.
“You might want to sit down before you read that.” Dean rubbed at his jaw.
Sam was already absorbed - his face getting paler by the moment. He walked slowly, almost mechanically over to the bed and sat down. His eyes never left that piece of paper.
Dean stayed silent while he walked over and grabbed a beer off the table. He sipped at it, trying to calm his nerves.
Sam finally took a shuddering breath, closed his eyes, and lifted his head. “Where did you get this?” he rasped.
“Someone must have slipped it under the door while I was showering,” Dean replied, then took another swig from the bottle. He walked to the wall, leaned against it, and watched his brother try to process what he’d read.
“This can’t be real,” Sam whispered. He opened his eyes and stared at Dean, his gaze wounded. “Do you think there’s any chance this is-”
“No,” Dean barked, more harshly than he’d intended. “I think someone’s fucking around with us.”
Sam flinched, but didn’t look away. “Who would do that? And why?”
Dean shrugged and pulled away from the wall; he started pacing. “We’ve pissed a lot of people off over the years, hell maybe this is our good buddy Lucifer screwing with our heads. Trying to knock us off balance.”
Sam grimaced. “It looks like Dad’s handwriting,” he said.
Dean groaned inwardly. “I compared it to the journal…it does look the same,” he admitted reluctantly.
Sam’s eyes widened; Dean saw that hope start to spark.
“That doesn’t mean anything,” Dean said, pausing in his attempt to wear out the carpeting.
“No, but Dean, if there’s any chance, this is Dad we’re talking about. We have to at least check into this,” Sam said, his tone dripping with sincerity.
Son of a Bitch. Sam was right; this stank of a trap, but it was their dad. John Winchester might have made a lot of mistakes over the years, but if situations were reversed, he’d have come looking for them no matter how much it reeked of trouble. “How did I know you were going to say that, Sammy?”
Sam was only half listening, his fingers running over the thin, worn out paper.
Dean sat down next to his brother. “You ever hear dad mention this Silent Hill place?“
Sam shook his head, “Never.“
Dean nodded. “We need to be careful about this. I say we call Bobby; he seems to know everything. Maybe he’ll turn out to be an expert on handwriting analysis, or maybe he’ll know of something that might explain this newest turn of events in the world’s never ending ploy to screw with us.” Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.
He hesitated before pressing the call button. “I want to bring Cas in on this as well.”
Sam looked at him, his eyes thoughtful. “I think that‘s a good idea.”
Dean called Bobby, their fellow hunters gruff voice answered on the first ring. “Hey Bobby,” Dean’s mouth went dry. “I’ve got something I need to run by you.”
I promise Cas will be very present from this point on :)
Next Chapter
Feel free to friend this journal for the insanity :)
Comments are love. If you liked what you read, it's always nice to hear about it :)