Torn From the Map, 3/?
Torn From the Map, 3/? [NC17 overall] Dean/Sam, Dean/Ofc, xover Jericho
Title: Torn From the Map
Part: 2/?
Rating: R
Summary: Sam and Dean stop Lilith but the world ends anyways. Sam is facing a far more terrifying future, one in which Lucifer is not needed to create hell on earth. By his side, a quirky angel, a cranky sister-in-law and the town of Jericho, Kansas. Also, keep in mind that nothing is every final.
Pairing: Dean/OFC (so far), Dean/Sam, features Dean, Sam, OFC, all characters of Jericho
AN Supernatural XOver with Jericho
AN: I have created a post for notes and explanations as I go on. Mostly this is overly cautious, my hope being that the writing, if read, speaks for itself. Click Here: Torn From the Map: A Guide
Challenge: The challenge I was given Create a seamless cross-over between Supernatural and another T.V. show of choice while also adding a female character who fits the story line of both shows as they exist. Only minor canon tweaking is allowed.
Previous Chapters: Master Post
Present Day: Cheyenne, WY
Dean knocks on the motel office door without much hope. This is the last place he saw his brother, his wife. He knows they wouldn't have stayed. He's been dead nearly three weeks.
But he has seen the mushroom clouds and he is already out of ideas.
He has an entire war-torn country to search through, and not a single clue.
Please, he thinks, Please don’t have gone back to Boston. Please, be okay.
In Kansas, his brother is praying a similar prayer.
Present Day: Richmond Farm, Jericho, Kansas
Sam has never been so glad to leave any town behind him.
After refusing to drive the last hour to Jericho without gathering his wits first, he had to give a motel clerk off I70 two hundred bucks just for the night
The end of the world is exhausting and they had passed out within minutes. Ashley curled tight around a pillow and Sam stiff in a chair by the window.
He’d woken to rain and thought fallout and then Jesus, this can’t be happening. He’d braved the rain for a run to the car. Grabbed what he could from the trunk and thrown a tarp over the whole thing. Back in the motel room Ashley was awake and, together, they’d taped up the lone window and door.
Sam wasn’t sure they were close enough to suffer radiation but he wasn’t risking it, they waited a full two hours after the last rain faded away to get driving again. He wanted the storm past Jericho, well east of them before he put himself on the road, no provisions.
And now, they’re here, at the edge of the Richmond farm, Ashley banging frantically on doors and windows. Sam watches her and hopes she hasn’t seen the dried blood in the grass. The signs of a struggle evident everywhere, or the bullet marks in the porch posts.
He prays to whatever God might be listening, Please, please, let this guy be okay, let him be in town. Please, let that blood not be his. Ashley is Sam’s only connection to the brother he’s lost. If she loses it now, there's no hope for either of them.
“Stan!” The sharp trill in her voice is panic.
“Ash, Ashley let’s get to town. We’ll go to town, okay?” Sam jogs to where she’s kicking at the locked cellar door. He takes her arms and turns her. “Babe?”
“His sister, have you seen her?”
“No, she would have heard-”
“She’s deaf. His sister, Bonnie, she’s deaf.” Ashley’s eyes are wide and wild.
“They went to town when the rain stopped, okay? I’m sure of it. We’ll go see your mayor.”
“They wouldn’t leave the farm.”
“They aren’t here, Ash.” And Sam prays he isn’t lying.
Present Day: Main Street, Jericho, Kansas
Sam has no idea what Stanley Richmond or his sister Bonnie look like, but he scans the small street anyways. Ashley found a familiar face inside Gracie’s Market and she looks less frantic, she is settling into her home town.
Sam is still praying, though it has lost it’s fervour and is now a simple steady ache at the back of his mind.
“The clinic.” Ashley orders when she exits.
“She surprised to see you?” Sam gestures to an older lady in the store window.
“Gracie? No, nothing surprises her.”
The clinic is a mess of panicked people and it takes them 30 minutes to find the room Stanley’s been stashed in. Ashley’s a better liar than Sam gave her credit for, telling a handful of nurses she’s some doctor’s cousin, here to help.
“Thank God.” She breathes out when they finally stumble on the children’s ward.
Stanley looks ridiculous, wrapped in an old quilt among bright toys and silly posters. “Ashley freakin’ Evans.” He stands quickly, a bit wobbily and pulls her into a hug.
“I told you I was coming-”
“When you got cut off-”
“I hung up on you, sorry about that.” She grins up at him from the circle of his arms.
His bright blue eyes reflect the relief Sam sees in her hazel ones.
“This is Sam, my brother-in-law.”
“Sam. Nice to- Wait.” Stan stops mid handshake. “You’re what?”
Title: Torn From the Map
Part: 2/?
Rating: R
Summary: Sam and Dean stop Lilith but the world ends anyways. Sam is facing a far more terrifying future, one in which Lucifer is not needed to create hell on earth. By his side, a quirky angel, a cranky sister-in-law and the town of Jericho, Kansas. Also, keep in mind that nothing is every final.
Pairing: Dean/OFC (so far), Dean/Sam, features Dean, Sam, OFC, all characters of Jericho
AN Supernatural XOver with Jericho
AN: I have created a post for notes and explanations as I go on. Mostly this is overly cautious, my hope being that the writing, if read, speaks for itself. Click Here: Torn From the Map: A Guide
Challenge: The challenge I was given Create a seamless cross-over between Supernatural and another T.V. show of choice while also adding a female character who fits the story line of both shows as they exist. Only minor canon tweaking is allowed.
Previous Chapters: Master Post
Present Day: Cheyenne, WY
Dean knocks on the motel office door without much hope. This is the last place he saw his brother, his wife. He knows they wouldn't have stayed. He's been dead nearly three weeks.
But he has seen the mushroom clouds and he is already out of ideas.
He has an entire war-torn country to search through, and not a single clue.
Please, he thinks, Please don’t have gone back to Boston. Please, be okay.
In Kansas, his brother is praying a similar prayer.
Present Day: Richmond Farm, Jericho, Kansas
Sam has never been so glad to leave any town behind him.
After refusing to drive the last hour to Jericho without gathering his wits first, he had to give a motel clerk off I70 two hundred bucks just for the night
The end of the world is exhausting and they had passed out within minutes. Ashley curled tight around a pillow and Sam stiff in a chair by the window.
He’d woken to rain and thought fallout and then Jesus, this can’t be happening. He’d braved the rain for a run to the car. Grabbed what he could from the trunk and thrown a tarp over the whole thing. Back in the motel room Ashley was awake and, together, they’d taped up the lone window and door.
Sam wasn’t sure they were close enough to suffer radiation but he wasn’t risking it, they waited a full two hours after the last rain faded away to get driving again. He wanted the storm past Jericho, well east of them before he put himself on the road, no provisions.
And now, they’re here, at the edge of the Richmond farm, Ashley banging frantically on doors and windows. Sam watches her and hopes she hasn’t seen the dried blood in the grass. The signs of a struggle evident everywhere, or the bullet marks in the porch posts.
He prays to whatever God might be listening, Please, please, let this guy be okay, let him be in town. Please, let that blood not be his. Ashley is Sam’s only connection to the brother he’s lost. If she loses it now, there's no hope for either of them.
“Stan!” The sharp trill in her voice is panic.
“Ash, Ashley let’s get to town. We’ll go to town, okay?” Sam jogs to where she’s kicking at the locked cellar door. He takes her arms and turns her. “Babe?”
“His sister, have you seen her?”
“No, she would have heard-”
“She’s deaf. His sister, Bonnie, she’s deaf.” Ashley’s eyes are wide and wild.
“They went to town when the rain stopped, okay? I’m sure of it. We’ll go see your mayor.”
“They wouldn’t leave the farm.”
“They aren’t here, Ash.” And Sam prays he isn’t lying.
Present Day: Main Street, Jericho, Kansas
Sam has no idea what Stanley Richmond or his sister Bonnie look like, but he scans the small street anyways. Ashley found a familiar face inside Gracie’s Market and she looks less frantic, she is settling into her home town.
Sam is still praying, though it has lost it’s fervour and is now a simple steady ache at the back of his mind.
“The clinic.” Ashley orders when she exits.
“She surprised to see you?” Sam gestures to an older lady in the store window.
“Gracie? No, nothing surprises her.”
The clinic is a mess of panicked people and it takes them 30 minutes to find the room Stanley’s been stashed in. Ashley’s a better liar than Sam gave her credit for, telling a handful of nurses she’s some doctor’s cousin, here to help.
“Thank God.” She breathes out when they finally stumble on the children’s ward.
Stanley looks ridiculous, wrapped in an old quilt among bright toys and silly posters. “Ashley freakin’ Evans.” He stands quickly, a bit wobbily and pulls her into a hug.
“I told you I was coming-”
“When you got cut off-”
“I hung up on you, sorry about that.” She grins up at him from the circle of his arms.
His bright blue eyes reflect the relief Sam sees in her hazel ones.
“This is Sam, my brother-in-law.”
“Sam. Nice to- Wait.” Stan stops mid handshake. “You’re what?”