Supernatural / Good Omens
Title: When Summoning, Please Watch the Wording
Pairing: None
Length: ~4976 words
Author on LJ: ryuuzakochou
Author Website: Profile page on FF.net
Why this must be read: There simply aren't enough GO/SPN crossovers, in my opinion. This is an early one - before angels were a part of the show canon, back in the days of the Yellow-Eyed Demon (YED). A trio of amateur Satanists intent on summoning the YED are in for a bit of a surprise when their spell brings them someone else entirely. Crowley isn't one to suffer fools lightly, and brings in the big guns (namely Aziraphale) to settle the situation. Sam and Dean get their first taste of angels and demons who play by their own rules - sadly, it's not an encounter they'll remember for very long.
The story has a few small errors and it does reside at the infamous fanfiction.net, but those minor details don't negate the fact that the story is fun and engaging, and the Good Omens characters in particular shine.
A man landed in the circle, stumbled slightly and righted himself. He was tall, had excellent cheekbones and was stylishly dishevelled, dressed in black with snake skin boots. Well, presumably they were boots - they were skin-tight, whatever they were. He wore sunglasses that the dark night didn't induce him to take off.
The flames died down, leaving the man standing alone with Sam at his feet. The young hunter tried to get away, but his body simply wouldn't work with him. He opened his mouth to talk and could only manage a groan garbled string of nonsense.
The man in black looked around angrily. "What the fu-" suddenly he doubled over clutching his stomach. "Thrice blessed bloody trans-planal travel!" he groaned. "Even archangels don't use it anymore! Oh G…Sa…bollocks!" He swayed momentarily. His accent was hard to place. It was part British, part European, part American and mostly Royally Pissed Off.
Dean was staring. So were the three wannabes. Clearly, they hadn't been expecting what they'd been asking for. "My Lord!" the girl's voice was exultant. "We have summoned you so that you might bring about your glorious rule. And then, the Apocalypse!"
"What? Again?" The man in black looked around blearily. "Look, we tried the Apocalypse and the Anti-Christ said he didn't want any." He suddenly seemed to focus "Oh no. No! Look, I've got a lot of things on right now, I don't have time to do any Summoning. They're not my speciality, okay? I'm more of a background string master now than an in-your-face temptor. I don't do the whole customer service shtick anymore. There's some evils even I won't stoop to."
"Er…but we have summoned you, Master, so that you can receive your Chosen Vessel," the girl continued, in the tone of voice when one finds unplanned for occurrences in a well rehearsed universe.
"Huh?" said the demon.
Read the story: When Summoning, Please Watch the Wording
And don't forget to feedback the author.
Pairing: None
Length: ~4976 words
Author on LJ: ryuuzakochou
Author Website: Profile page on FF.net
Why this must be read: There simply aren't enough GO/SPN crossovers, in my opinion. This is an early one - before angels were a part of the show canon, back in the days of the Yellow-Eyed Demon (YED). A trio of amateur Satanists intent on summoning the YED are in for a bit of a surprise when their spell brings them someone else entirely. Crowley isn't one to suffer fools lightly, and brings in the big guns (namely Aziraphale) to settle the situation. Sam and Dean get their first taste of angels and demons who play by their own rules - sadly, it's not an encounter they'll remember for very long.
The story has a few small errors and it does reside at the infamous fanfiction.net, but those minor details don't negate the fact that the story is fun and engaging, and the Good Omens characters in particular shine.
A man landed in the circle, stumbled slightly and righted himself. He was tall, had excellent cheekbones and was stylishly dishevelled, dressed in black with snake skin boots. Well, presumably they were boots - they were skin-tight, whatever they were. He wore sunglasses that the dark night didn't induce him to take off.
The flames died down, leaving the man standing alone with Sam at his feet. The young hunter tried to get away, but his body simply wouldn't work with him. He opened his mouth to talk and could only manage a groan garbled string of nonsense.
The man in black looked around angrily. "What the fu-" suddenly he doubled over clutching his stomach. "Thrice blessed bloody trans-planal travel!" he groaned. "Even archangels don't use it anymore! Oh G…Sa…bollocks!" He swayed momentarily. His accent was hard to place. It was part British, part European, part American and mostly Royally Pissed Off.
Dean was staring. So were the three wannabes. Clearly, they hadn't been expecting what they'd been asking for. "My Lord!" the girl's voice was exultant. "We have summoned you so that you might bring about your glorious rule. And then, the Apocalypse!"
"What? Again?" The man in black looked around blearily. "Look, we tried the Apocalypse and the Anti-Christ said he didn't want any." He suddenly seemed to focus "Oh no. No! Look, I've got a lot of things on right now, I don't have time to do any Summoning. They're not my speciality, okay? I'm more of a background string master now than an in-your-face temptor. I don't do the whole customer service shtick anymore. There's some evils even I won't stoop to."
"Er…but we have summoned you, Master, so that you can receive your Chosen Vessel," the girl continued, in the tone of voice when one finds unplanned for occurrences in a well rehearsed universe.
"Huh?" said the demon.
Read the story: When Summoning, Please Watch the Wording
And don't forget to feedback the author.